Harry Potter One-shots

Never Let The Weasley Twins...In The Kitchen!

"What have you done to my beautiful kitchen?!" Harry cried as he looked upon the mess.

"They did it!" The eight year old twin brunette girls shouted, pointing at the twin redheads who were covered in chocolate.

"Hey! You little rascals, I thought you loved us." Both red heads whined in unison.

"Look at James! He's covered in whip cream!" Harry shrieked, picking us the cooing four year old as it played with the cream, wiping it on his mothers cheek.

"Well, she decided to help..."

"Please don't yell honey..." His husbands said as Harry pinned them with a death stare.

"Explain. This. Instant!"

"Well, eh, we may or may not have tried to bake..."

"But it didn't turn out like your cakes." Fred and George laughed nervously, showing the crumbled cake with whip cream everywhere and chocolate sauce. Harry sighed.

"Lily, Luna, go take a shower, ok? Bath your brother for me while I deal with your fathers." Harry watched as his children nodded and walked off before looking back at his husband and bonded.

"Does this mean we have to sleep on the couches again?" Fred asked.

"You would...if I didn't find you to so bloody sweet." Harry smiled softly, stepping forward and kissing them both lightly on the lips. "Idiots."

"So..."

"We're..."

"Forgiven?"

"...You have to clean the kitchen first." Harry chuckled. "While I," He plucked the cake out of their hands. "Go enjoy this cake with the kids." Harry smirked when the twins sighed in relief, grabbing our their wands. "Cleaning without your wands."

"What?! But I thought you liked our wands!"

"Don't make me consider the couch."

"Fine, fine! You're evil."

"If you get it done before dinner, I might just use the leftover whip cream for something else..." He said suggestively.

"Sir, yes sir!" The twins saluted and got to cleaning.

"Idiots." Harry said fondly as he bit into the crumbled cake.
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