Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 4

Harry shot up in bed, gasping for breath.

"Merlin," he whispered, raising a shivering hand to wipe his sweaty forehead and run through his damp hair. His whole body was practically vibrating and covered in cooling sweat. He couldn't catch his breath.

When he settled down, the image of Cedric's lifeless eyes shot through his mind and he stood up abruptly, bolting out of the room and down the hallway. He got to the bathroom just in time, not locking the door as he leaned over the toilet bowl and heaved out the contents of his stomach.

When he thought he'd thrown up everything he had up, he caught a glimpse of the scar on his left arm, left by Wormtail, and began to dry heave, white fluid or spit occasionally dripping from hospital mouth.

Suddenly, there were hands in his hair, carding through the dark strands and then an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into a strong chest.

Harry's eyes were shut tightly as he trembled, absorbing the heat of the body behind him and the one to the side of him. The hands continued to stroke his hair, occasionally travelling down his face to stroke his cheeks or neck.

Finally, Harry opened his eyes again, feeling exhausted. He turned his head to the side to find a blurry figure, but he already knew who it was.

"Fred," he croaked out, the body behind him being George. George's arm tightened.

"What happened?" he asked softly, breath ghosting Harry's bare neck. Their hands in his hair had stilled.

"Cedric," Harry whispered, fighting down the tears threatening to well in his eyes. Fred moved to hug Harry from the front, an arm going around his back.

Harry's eyes drooped shut again and he was purring at the heat from the bodies surrounding him. He drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, a charm being cast to clean off the sweat from his body and freshen his mouth.

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Hands everywhere, stroking across his skin, travelling from his stomach up to his chest.

He gasped sharply as fingers pinched one of his nipples and rubbed the other nub. His cries were muffled by lips slamming down onto his own, taking his mouth, plundering it passionately, ruthlessly.

He was purring, chest rumbling, and there were two wicked chuckles. He tried to see past the darkness enveloping him.

"Mm, George, Fred," he groaned as lips fell on his neck.

"Sssh, Harry."

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Harry's eyes shot open to see Fred leering at him, knelt next to him on a double bed... or two single beds put together, judging by the thin dip he was lying on in the middle.

"Fred!" he gasped out. A hand stroked his cheek and he turned to see George knelt on his other side, eyeing the tent in the quilt covering him. Harry looked down, horrified, and sat up.

"Oh Merlin," he gasped out. This was humiliating. Absolutely humiliating.

"Well, this is interesting," Fred practically purred out, a hand travelling to Harry's erection. Harry slapped his hand away and leapt out of the bed, face red, hands covering his privates. At least he was wearing his pyjamas.

"Don't worry Harry, you're a young, healthy, hormonal homosexual. This is completely normal," George told him, eyes twinkling. "In fact, we're flattered."

Harry could have cried at the brutal way they were exposing what he had kept from them, the way they were taunting him. His cat ears were pressed flat against his head.