Pleasure Through the Pain

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter; I am a simple, poor college student!

Warning: This has slash (gay) sex in it, its very descriptive (lemon), and it also has rape in it (N/C). So please be warned now incase you don’t want to read this.

Summary: Harry is becoming more and more withdrawn and most people are either getting mad at him for his behavior or ignoring him by not knowing how to deal with him. But George and Fred Weasley think they know what’s wrong and they know just the way to help Harry see what’s going on, and for him to snap out of it. But is it too risky? Will with what their going to do, damage him more? There’s only one way to find out…

Pleasure through the Pain


Harry had been in a bad mood all week, or really since the Department of Mysteries incident. Yes, that’s what Harry now called it, the incident. He kept trying to block it out of his mind, everything; Sirius, the prophecy, just everything. He wasn’t doing such a good job though, because he kept hiding it all inside of himself and then the tiniest of things would go wrong and he would freak out.

When he had first gone back to Privet Drive, Dudley had quickly picked back up on his favorite hobby-Harry bashing; which was both figurative and literal. He was huger then ever and Harry wondered when his Aunt and Uncle would have to widen the doorframes of the house to allow their son to live there. Harry had grinned once thinking of Dudley crashing through the ceiling as he was too fat for it to hold him any longer and him crushing them all to death.

But he was getting off topic, he had taken Dudley’s abuse for two weeks and then he had exploded at him when he had taken food off of his plate at breakfast. It had started a shouting match and ended with a fist fight that had destroyed half of the kitchen. Remus had gotten Harry not ten minutes after that and he had been at the Burrow ever since. Since then Harry had been a little better, but he had still yelled at Ginny for taking too long in the bathroom, and had also thrown Percy’s stuff out in the rain when he had came to visit and had only accomplished in making Mrs. Weasley cry.

It had just made Harry so mad that he had ruined Percy’s cloak, jacket, and shoes before he could really rationalize it. Ron had actually gotten mad at him for it too. But Harry didn’t care anymore. He refused to write to Hermione who doggedly kept writing him letters about her vacation in Italy with her parents and that she would be there to see him soon. Ron was fed up with Harry and mostly stayed with Ginny and they ran around together and let Harry sit and be moody.

It was one of these days that all the Weasley’s decided to go one Sunday to Diagon Alley and get some house stuff, Harry really didn’t know or care. Mrs. Weasley had asked him to come along, but he had refused, saying he didn’t feel well. So they had left him in the house alone and Harry was glad of it. He still hadn’t told Ron about the prophecy, or anyone else for that matter. Only he, Dumbledore, and some of the older Order members knew of it. He was pretty sure Remus didn’t know of it, as the old werewolf would hound him to make sure he was alright otherwise.

Harry laid on his bed, well actually it was Charlie’s old bed, the Weasley’s had finally given him his own room in their house as Charlie was going to get married later to some Romanian witch that summer and he had already bought a house and was living in it. Harry turned and turned on the bed, from his stomach to his back, and then to his side. But he couldn’t seem to get comfortable no matter how he laid. He tried reading a book to no anvil and tried polishing his broomstick and looking up new moves to try. Finally Harry gave it up though and got up.

He wandered through the odd wizard house awhile. Looking at all the pictures of generations of Weasley’s and Molly’s family the Prewett’s and at their strange family clock that had all their names and where they were at. At the moment most of them were either Out, or At Work. But Harry noticed two, specifically Fred and George-the twins, were pointed at Traveling. He had no clue where they were going, and it didn’t really seem to matter anyway. Harry wandered around some more until he decided he needed a shower.

He quickly went back up to his room and stripped his clothes off. He walked to the bathroom that was a short way down the hall and turned on the shower. He did love the Weasley’s bathroom. It was actually a decent size with the toilet, sink and a counter on one side of the wall and then his favorite part, a large shower on the other. It took up the entire side of the bathroom and if you tapped the wall twice then some stone would come out of the floor and you could have a huge bathtub. Harry liked showers though so he didn’t bother with the tub.

He turned the water on nice and warm, but not hot. He got under it and closed the glass doors behind him. He scrubbed his face with his hands, as the water poured from the spout above him to on his head and trailed down his body. Harry leaned his head forward and the spray hit his head, soaking his messy black hair and causing a small stream to run down his back, over his ass and down his long legs.

As most teenage boys are, even Harry Potter, his hand strayed to his prick while he was in the shower. The water running over it had made it twitch a little, and he was reminded that it might help some of the stress if he jacked himself off. Harry leaned his head against the wall in front of him and spread his legs out a little more to give himself really easy access. His hand slid from his flat belly, following the small trail of black hair to his genitals. Harry grasped his limp cock at its base and closed his eyes.

He slowly moved his hand over his shaft to the very tip of his cock, letting his thumb rub against his sensitive tip in a slow circle, he moaned a little at his own stimulation and slid his hand back down to his base. His cock slowly began to harden from his hand’s work and he brought his other hand down and started to massage his own balls. He spread his legs a little wider and let his hand cup one and gave it a small squeeze, causing him to moan to himself again and his cock stiffened nicely from this. He quickened his pace and soon had a nice rhythm going with his cock and balls. He allowed himself to moan out loud quite a few times as he knew no one was home to hear him.

He had started breathing faster, feeling his balls start to fill with come when he heard, “Are you having a good time there, Harry?” Harry gasped and flushed. He immediately took his hand away from himself and looked through the shower doors. His sight wasn’t good, and everything was blurred without his glasses, but he could make out two red heads staring in at him through the glass. They were male, thank Merlin it wasn’t Molly and Ginny, and they were the same exact height. He realized it was the twins, and recognized that they had been traveling to their house.

He cursed quietly, thinking himself foolish and knew he was going to pay for them catching him like this; they would never let him live it down. He heard chuckles from the other side of the glass, “Aw, look at him Gred, he’s blushing and cursing! Must have caught him by surprising wanking in our bathroom and all, but he was moaning loud enough for the entire wizarding world to figure out what he was doing,” George said with a laugh. Harry wanted to kill them both, but found that in his state of nakedness and blindness, it probably would only make the situation worse. “Want to take a bloody picture?” Harry growled out, not wanting to be particularly nice at the moment.

He was not expecting though, for the twins to look at each other and then actually open the doors and look in on Harry. Of course they had been able to see Harry already as he didn’t exactly have the place steamed up, but the fact that there was nothing between him and them anymore made Harry feel exposed. Harry shivered from the cold that hit him, but he didn’t move either.

He still stood with his legs spread out, his head against the wall, turned toward them and his hands on the front of his thighs, and his raging hard on bobbing in between them. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Harry yelled as the twins were suddenly taking off their shirts and he saw one of them undoing his belt.

One of them looked up at him, “We don’t want to take a picture mate, but we do want to do something,” and with that Harry’s eyes went wide as they both dropped their pants and stood starkers in front of him. He backed up when they started to enter the shower with him, completely blocking his path of escaping. “This isn’t fucking funny, get the hell out or move out of my way,” Harry said but the twins never could listen to anyone very well, and Harry’s threat went unnoticed. “This isn’t a joke Harry,” one said as they moved closer to him. Harry felt like a caged animal when they shut the glass doors behind them.

“Wha-What are you two up to?” he asked uncertainly, feeling his anger and embarrassment dwindle and his curiosity and a little fear grew. His back hit the wall and he was completely out of the shower’s spray now, but the twins were getting soaked as they advanced on him. “Now Harry, we know you’ve been having a tough time and all lately, and well we did keep this to ourselves for a long time,” said one of the twins and the other nodded, “but we decided we should tell you that we know about that whole prophecy bit Dumbledore told you about,” said the other.

Harry growled and looked down, studying his hard cock intently like he didn’t know what the hell it was. “We were listening in on one of the Order’s meetings and heard Dumbledore tell Mum and Dad about it, we’re really sorry and all, but we think we found a way to help you deal with it, a way to get to through the pain and back into the pleasure, right Fred?” Fred nodded his head and stepped forward and grasped Harry’s cock in his large hand.

Harry gasped at not only the sensation of another hand on his member brought, but that it was Fred’s hand. Harry looked down at the white freckled hand that slid down his cock and then back up again. He looked up again at Fred now who was close enough that he could see clearly and saw that he didn’t look like he was pulling a joke at all. There wasn’t even a hint of mirth in his eyes, but there was something. Harry realized what it was when Fred pulled him forward, by his dick and felt the man’s mouth on his own, it was lust.

Fred’s lips were soft, but not quite like a girl’s, they had a more rough quality to them. Harry didn’t know really what was going on or why and he opened his mouth to ask, but Fred took the opportunity to push his wet tongue into Harry’s mouth. Their tongues met and Fred slid his expertly over Harry’s, before Harry freaked a little and pulled away. “Fred! I, I don’t understand!” he said desperately. He reached out wildly with his hands for balance came up with a wall on one side and a warm body on the other. Harry swiveled his head and seen George grinning at him. Harry’s hand rested on the other man’s hard stomach and he quickly snatched it away as if it burned him.

Harry tried to jerk away from Fred, but found he couldn’t as Fred still had a firm hold on Harry’s cock. Harry looked at both the twins, and George quickly got behind Harry as there was plenty of room now that Fred had pulled him forward. George snaked his hands around Harry’s waist and his hands rested on his chest. His fingers lightly brushed over Harry’s nipples, causing them to harden and Harry suck in his breath.

He felt George’s light kiss on the base of his neck and then more as they traveled their way up his neck, and finally to his ear. Harry could feel George’s warm breath on his ear as he whispered huskily, “its okay Harry. We know you need some release and we can help you with that. We’re only too glad to in fact. We know you don’t mind that we’re guys too. We saw you looking in the locker room last year,” he breathed as his tongue traced the outer part of Harry’s ear.

Harry’s mind raced, they knew he had been looking! Harry had always checked out males the same as he had females. It was just natural to him, but he had always kept his guy watching very quiet as he really didn’t need more negative energy directed at him in school. He had mostly indulged himself when he and the other boys from the quidditch team showered after practices and games. He had indeed checked out Fred and George many times and knew that they really were identical in every way. He just hadn’t realized that they knew he was looking at them.

“I didn’t know you knew, I don’t-“ but George was sucking slightly below Harry’s ear and Fred had resumed kissing on his jaw, and finally capturing his lips again. Harry was pretty sure from the way the twins were acting that they were serious. He hadn’t ever been with another guy before, so when Fred’s tongue pushed against Harry’s mouth, asking for entrance, Harry decided to let them take the lead and see where it went. He opened his mouth and Fred’s tongue shot out into it and continued its earlier exploration of his mouth. Harry was feeling so many different things at once that he didn’t know what to do.

He had Fred frenching him, and he was also slowly jacking him. His hand going up and down his shaft lazily. And then there was George behind him who was suckling on his skin as is he was feasting on it and those hands still rubbing up and down his chest and stomach, Harry’s eyes widened a little as he realized the poke in his lower back was George’s hard cock.

The twins were only a few inches taller then Harry himself and they sandwiched him neatly in between the both of them. Harry couldn’t help but groan when Fred finally pulled his mouth from Harry’s, “Harry, are you okay with this?” Fred asked. Harry nodded and Fred said, “Okay then,” and Fred started kissing on Harry’s neck and slowly going down hitting his bare chest with his lips and tongue. Fred came to one of Harry’s nipples and George rubbed on it to make it hard and Fred then took it into his mouth, sucking on it hard. Harry gasped and his hands flew to Fred’s head, where Harry wrapped his hands in his hair as he groaned as Fred bit his nipple hard and then continued to suck on it.

As Fred moved onto the other nipple, Harry felt George’s hand push his face towards George’s and then George’s mouth was on Harry’s as well. George chuckled lightly as he didn’t even have to ask for his tongue to be let into Harry’s mouth as it was already partially open for him. George fisted his hand in Harry’s hair as he kissed him and he only pulled away when Harry suddenly jerked and cried out. They both looked down to see Fred sucking on the head of Harry’s dick. The large head disappearing into the red heads mouth and then reappearing shiner as it was covered in his spit.

Harry moaned louder as Fred began to take more of his cock into his mouth, inch by inch. Finally after what seemed like ages to Harry, Fred pushed the whole thing in his mouth and Harry felt his head slide down Fred’s throat. Fred immediately hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked Harry off, bobbing his head up and down. Harry instinctively started pushing his hips back and forth, wanting more friction. It was then Harry felt George’s finger. As Harry drew back once from Fred’s mouth, George’s hand slid across Harry’s crack and he stuck a finger near Harry’s arse hole.

As Harry pushed forward again into Fred’s mouth he could feel that the finger had found his hole and when he forced himself back onto it, he let out a yelp as the finger pushed through his rectum and went two knuckles deep into his cherry ass. “George!” Harry gasped as George slowly pulled his finger almost out of Harry and then pushed it back in again. Harry cried out at the offending object but then George took over the pace from him. Harry felt the finger pull free of him and then George shoved it in again and Harry pulled his hips forward trying to get away from it, filling Fred’s mouth with his cock.

Harry felt mixed up at the moment as he loved the sensations from Fred’s mouth on his cock, but then he was also feeling pain and fear from George as he wasn’t sure if he wanted his ass fucked in any way. George seemed indifferent though and continued to finger fuck Harry. The sensations became overwhelming soon though and Harry let out a hoarse cry and came into Fred’s waiting mouth. As Fred expertly sucked Harry dry of his load, not letting a single drop out.

George continued his invasion on Harry’s ass, he tried to push a second finger in, but Harry let go of Fred’s hair and pushed George’s hand away from him, “Please no George, not that,” he whispered as Fred let his deflated cock slide out of his mouth and kissed his way up his body until Fred kissed Harry’s open mouth, letting some of Harry’s come go into Harry’s own mouth. Harry tasted himself and shuddered.

Fred stopped the kiss though, and as he held onto Harry’s waist with his hands, his erection pushing against Harry’s stomach, “its okay Harry, let George do it,” he said huskily. Harry shook his head as he heard George whisper behind him, “It’ll only hurt the first time, after that you’ll love it, I promise,” and kissed the boy’s sensitive neck, his teeth leaving a bruised mark on its white color.

Harry didn’t really know what to think other then that he didn’t want it to hurt, “I don’t want to hurt, too much hurt,” he whispered back. George made a soft whimper behind him, “Only the once Harry, sometimes you have to go through pain to get to the pleasure,” he repeated from before and with that Harry felt Fred’s hands slide down his hips to cup his ass. Fred’s large hands covered a cheek in each hand and Harry felt him pull his ass cheeks apart and a cold breeze fluttering against his now exposed hole made him let out a small whimper.

George pushed his finger deep into Harry again and Harry didn’t think it really hurt this time, but soon cried out in pain as George quickly began his old pace again and this time shoving his finger all the way into him. Fred hushed him as Harry begged for George to stop, but he wouldn’t. Harry tried to pull himself from George’s horny fingers as he felt the man try once more to insert another finger inside him.

Fred was in front though and this only made Harry succeed in Fred taking a step back from Harry’s force of movement. Harry realized the bad position he’d put himself in then. Now not only was his asshole still exposed, but he was slightly bent over as well, giving George even better access. Fred held firm to Harry, knowing that even though Harry didn’t want to get fucked, that he was going to anyway.

George was a demanding lover and didn’t take the answer no very well. He should know Fred himself was the same way and plus Harry had to go through this. He felt a little bad for Harry though, this was going to be painful, “George,” he said, making both of the boys in front of him look at him with quizzical expressions; Harry’s of quizzical hope, and George’s of irritation. “What?” he said as he fisted his cock in one hand and looked ready to pounce the virgin ass in front of him.

“Lube him up a bit, it might make it a little easier, you know,” Fred suggested. Harry looked stricken that Fred wasn’t going to help him, and George simply looked around for something to lube Harry’s hole with. He finally settled on a tiny bar of soap that had seen better days as there was only about half of it left now. George pushed the green bar of soap against Harry’s crack, slipping it up and down the whole thing a few times before concentrating on his rectum.

Harry shuddered as the cool bar of soap rubbed against his anus, and then squirmed when he felt it try to push into him. Fred held him in place though, growling in his ear, “Hold still or when he fucks you it’ll be worse on you. Just accept it,” and Harry already frightened, stood stock still. George finally pushed the bit of soap into Harry and let Harry’s own muscles push it out and then he would push it halfway back in again. Harry thought this wasn’t so bad, the soap was a little wider then George’s finger, but not nearly as long or rough. Maybe they would only do this to him he thought desperately, but he was not to have such luck that day.

Harry felt the soap bar leave him and not come back and then Fred tensed and his hands dug more into Harry’s ass cheeks to make sure he held still enough. Harry knew what was to come next by now. He heard George whisper roughly behind him, “It’s time to go a little farther and then all the way,” and Harry felt George’s finger push itself into him, with much ease, and after only one stroke, Harry felt the second finger again, except this time there was nothing he could do to stop it. It didn’t hurt as bad as he would have though, but that might have been the soap helping.

The two large fingers broke past Harry’s sphincter and delved deep into his ass. Harry let out a small cry as George began to fuck Harry once more. His two fingers slammed into Harry at an alarmingly fast rate and Harry only whimpered his protests now. Harry’s head was leaning against Fred’s shoulder and he looked up at the other twin to see his face full of lust at watching Harry getting his ass plundered. Harry could feel Fred’s cock rhythmically rubbing against Harry’s abdomen as he kept time with George’s pace.

Harry’s heart and ass clenched with fear when he heard Fred huskily tell George, “Fuck him, now, he’s ready for it enough,” George nodded his head and Harry felt the two fingers leave him and for once wished they would return. Harry finally became truly panicked and started begging George not to do this to him, “Please no George, please,” he panted as he felt a large blunt something at his entrance and tried hard not to think about what it was, “I don’t want to be fucked, please, NO!” Harry shrieked the last word as he felt a humongous object push and impale him from the ass.

He looked over his shoulder and seen that George had buried about half his cock into Harry. It burned and Harry started to cry. He gave another hoarse cry as George slammed the rest of his hard cock into The Boy Who Lived. Not even letting Harry get used to his cock, George immediately pulled out to his tip and rammed its entirety back into Harry. Fred watched with amazement as his twins entire cock disappeared into Harry’s ass. He watched as Harry’s hole enlarged itself to an incredible width as George’s cock punished it by slamming itself into it mercilessly, over and over again.

Fred knew Harry was crying, but he would soon stop, when he realized he really wanted this from them, needed it. George’s breath was quick and ragged, and he growled out to Fred, “Let him go, I need him to be able to take it by himself,” and Fred obliged. He let Harry go and took a step to the side so he now stood beside them both. Harry’s legs still wouldn’t hold him though as he had just came and the pressure in his ass was just too much. He fell forward and barely caught him self by letting his elbows and knees take the brunt of the fall.

George’s cock had been wrenched out of him when he had fallen and as Harry looked back over his shoulder, on his hands and knees in front of George, his ass still sticking up in the air, he looked at the mans look of determination and saw his hard cock bobbing in the air, a small splatter of blood along its length. Harry reached back and gently rubbed on his hole and brought his hand back to his face where he saw a small amount of blood had leaked out of his ass. What had George done to him?

He thought, but had no time to dwell as George grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled them back towards him, Harry felt him self shift backwards and then felt like he was going to be ripped in half as George’s dick buried its deep into his body again. Harry felt a sharp tug on his head and realized that George was pulling his hair as he thrust his dick into him. It seemed to last forever with only Harry’s crying, George’s grunting, and the small wet slap of their fucking filled the room. It was an eternity when Harry felt George become more frantic and he then heard George let out a loud moan as he shoved his monster into Harry once more.

Harry felt a hot liquid filling him then and realized that it was George coming inside him. Harry collapsed on the wet tile floor of the shower; the still somewhat warm water hitting him on his shoulders and back. He didn’t think he could get up and simply laid there with his eyes closed, hoping this was all a bad dream. “Merlin that was hot George,” Fred said looking at the collapsed form of Harry breathing heavily at their feet. George looked at his brother satisfied, “You should give him a go, he’s so damn tight in there and his crying routine wants to make you see how much you can really make him hurt,” George said with a wicked grin.

Fred’s hand was still wrapped around his hard cock. He still hadn’t got to come yet and if it was as good as George said the sex was, “I want him on his back with his legs up,” Fred said and him and George quickly grabbed the body on the floor to put it in position. Harry tried feebly to get out of their grasps, but knew that he could not stop the inevitable, if one of the twins wanted to fuck him, then they would. Harry looked at Fred’s throbbing purple cock and knew that in a minute it would be tearing into him, fucking him hard, making his ass bleed more then it already was, but there was nothing he could do, he had to accept like they had said.

Harry was soon on his back, George above him, his cock dangling a foot above his face. Harry saw that it had quite a few white and red smears all over it, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as George bent over Harry and grabbed his ankles and pulled them toward Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s ass went up into the air again; his cheeks automatically parting with the way his legs were spread above him. Harry tried to cover his hole with his own hand as Fred knelt down in front of him, his cock near Harry. Fred impatiently shoved it out of the way and aimed his cock.

Fred looked with anticipation at his target, its red ring around it showing its abuse at being stretched so much, the bog of white come leaking out of his hole, and the tiny trail of blood trickling from inside of him. He wanted to make it look even more appetizing and as George held onto Harry’s legs, Fred pushed his throbbing boner into Harry.

Harry let out another pitiful cry as Fred bashed his cock into Harry’s raw ass. In and out, in and out his cock went, George starting whispering huskily to Harry, “Do you like that Harry? Does it hurt when he slams into you like that? Do you like that it hurts you?” Harry shook his head, but George went on, “A fucking tease is what you are, rubbing your ass against me and then begging me not to fuck it,” Harry moaned at this, a thought racing through his mind. He had been rubbing his ass against George; he had let George fuck him with a finger for a little while before he wanted him to stop. Was he really a tease?

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted though when Fred rocked himself into Harry and he couldn’t help but clench his ass on the cock as it was inside of him. Fred moaned and fucked Harry a little harder then, with George urging him on the whole time. Harry didn’t know when it changed, all he knew was that one second his ass hurt like hell, and then Fred was hitting some spot that felt amazing. Every time he would thrust into Harry, it hit somewhere that made Harry catch his breath in pleasure.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling and didn’t see the two satisfied looks the twins gave him when he let out a low moan. Fred let out a great yell as he suddenly pulled out of Harry, and Harry saw with amazement as long white jets of come squirted from the purple head and onto Harry’s body. More and more of Fred’s jism coated Harry’s stomach, chest, and back of his thighs as George still held him in place.

Finally Fred was done and he rested against the wall and George let Harry’s legs back down. George ran a hand down Harry’s chest and stomach, making sure to catch some come onto his fingers as he did so. He then brought his hand up to Harry’s face and rubbed his palm against Harry’s mouth. Harry didn’t know what made him do it, but he felt that sticky come stick to his lips and he licked his lips, inadvertently licking George’s hand as well. He tasted the salty cream and soon found himself greedily licking his entire hand.

The twins chuckled at Harry as he sucked on Georges fingers and pouted just slightly that none of the sweet, salty tang was left. “I think it’s time to get out of the shower,” Fred suggested. He got up then and turned the water off and walked into the rest of the bathroom and drying himself off with a towel. George too got up and watched as Harry grimaced in pain as he slowly got up into a crouching position, and then with his hand firmly against a wall, pushed himself up into a standing position. George went for a towel and gave it to Harry, and then another for himself and he started drying off, as did Harry.

“I can’t believe you guys…fucked me,” Harry said quietly, not looking at them. The twins glanced at each other and Fred stood in front of Harry, and cupped his face in his hands, “We did it because you needed a release Harry. You were so pent up with all your anger and sadness, and you just kept it all inside, we had to fuck you, and against your will, it made you come back to reality, made you feel something else Harry then the bitterness you seemed to keep with you all the time now,” Fred said, looking into Harry’s spectacular green eyes.

“Believe us Harry, that under any other circumstances, we wouldn’t have forced you, but we didn’t want you to self destruct, we love you too much for that,” George said beside Harry. Fred dropped his hands from Harry’s face, that had closed off all his emotions to them, and looked at him, “Go ahead, punch me in the face if you want for what I did, but I still think it was right,” and Fred stuck his jaw out a little, waiting for the blow he was positive would come in but a second.

Harry grabbed Fred’s face in his hands, his green eyes intense against Fred’s blue ones. “Would you guys have hit on me some other time, even if I hadn’t had any problems?” he asked quietly. Fred looked away and glanced at George and then back to Harry, “The only reason we didn’t before is because you always have problems, Potter, but we let that go since it seemed that you couldn’t do it alone anymore. So we took some of the burden from you now, you don’t have to hold it in. You can come to one of us, both of us, and do whatever you want to us. And the same for us to you, it goes both ways you know,” Fred said.

Fred let out a little mew of surprise when Harry’s mouth was suddenly kissing his, his tongue forcing his way into Fred’s mouth and savagely kissing him. The kiss could have only lasted 20 seconds at the very most, but Fred felt dizzy none the less from it. Harry then turned to George and did the same thing. George wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him again. Fred took a step forward and Harry wrapped one arm around George’s shoulders and another around Fred’s.

Fred nibbled on his ear and Harry let out a small whimper, he pulled away from George’s mouth, and looked at the two of them, “I have to tell you two some things, some things I haven’t told anyone yet. Not Ron, not Hermione, not anyone. I need to tell someone now,” he said, his eyes sad. Fred and George nodded at the same time and Harry unwrapped himself from them to only take their hands in each of his. He led them down the hall to his bedroom, where they all cuddled on the bed; the twins sandwiching Harry in a safe area between them.

Harry told them everything and they listened, even though they already knew half of it from spying, it was different when someone actually told you what they had to do, then from hearing it from an old man with your ear at the crack of a closed door. George explained more on why they had done what they had done, “You have so much to do, and there is a lot of pain you’re going to have to go through before you can get to the good stuff Harry, you’re going to have to kill,” he stumbled a little on his words then, but bravely said it, “Voldemort, but then you get to the good stuff Harry, your new life!”

And then Harry understood why they twins had essentially, raped him. His whole life was being raped, and had been. There was a lot of pain Harry had gone through, his parents’ death, the Dursley’s, facing Voldemort too many damn times, Sirius’ death-but when Harry defeated Voldemort, and I will defeat him, he thought forcefully, he could get to the pleasures of life, he could finally live! And then it hit Harry what the twins had said so much earlier, that he had to get through the pain to get to the pleasure.

And then the twins knowing Harry understood them, and that he wouldn’t secretly hate them, snuggled with him, reassured him, and laughed at him when Harry’s stomach rumbled loudly. They decided that since it was almost dinnertime, and they knew the other Weasley’s were still in Diagon Alley, that they would all dress and suggest dinner there.

The other Weasley’s were almost aghast at Harry’s 180 in attitude and mood. Mrs. Weasley looked at her twins apprehensively, wondering what they had done to cause this change in the man she had helped to raise and held a dear place in her heart for. But she decided against asking them, usually knowing the answer would be of course effective but extreme and usually made her want to yell at them and box their ears, so she stayed quiet and they all had a wonderful dinner, with two Weasleys and a Potter giving each other secret glances and smiles the whole time.

The End!

Authors Note: Well that was my very first writing of slash! Was it okay? I’m pretty proud of it, had no idea it would turn out like it did. I just wanted Fred and George to get it on with someone, and look where they led me? lol Anyway please review and tell me what you think! All feedback is welcome, and I hope you