Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 8

There was another Order meeting that night. Fred and George burst into Harry and Ron's room, disturbing a game of chess that Harry was losing, badly.

"Guess what," Fred started, holding up a few fleshy coloured strings. Harry frowned and followed the string's path with his eyes, raising his eyebrows when he saw the ears attached to the end.

"We modified our extendable ears. They can get through the wards now, and- what are you doing?" George suddenly asked as he saw Harry, lying on his back on the floor and batting at the ears. Harry immediately stood up, looking at anything but the amused looks from the twins and Ron.

"Nothing," he muttered. "So, extendable ears... what are they?" Harry asked, sheathing his claws. It was so tempting to just play with them all night long...

"...Can listen into private conversations and everything, or they will if you don't stop staring at them like that," Fred was explaining to him, while hiding the ears in his pocket at Harry's intense gaze.

"I can't help it!" Harry snapped, horrified when a hiss escaped from him to back up his exclamation. Fred laughed and wrapped an arm around Harry, George taking Harry's other side and wrapping an arm around his waist, mouth close to his ear.

"Don't worry, it's adorable," George confided, like he was telling a secret. Ron was rolling his eyes and slouching on the bed, and Harry chuckled when the boy made a gagging motion. Honestly, he was such a butch man. However, seeing Harry's distraction, George began kissing his ear softly. Harry gasped slightly.

"Look, I'm getting Hermione, then we can listen in on the Order," Ron said, standing and escaping the room before things got too intimate for him to handle. "Can't bloody wait to get into Harry's knickers, those two."

Harry didn't even notice Ron leaving as Fred began nipping his neck, tongue sliding out to lick the expanse of flesh over the bites. George was suckling on his earlobe, emitting satisfied noises, as if Harry's skin was the tastiest treat.

Fred lifted his head to capture Harry's open lips with his own, swallowing a soft moan. His tongue slid into Harry's compliant mouth to tangle with Harry's, the two entwining around each other. George's tongue was in Harry's ear, causing him to flush with the little blood that wasn't sinking south.

Fred coaxed Harry's tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it greedily while his hand drifted to Harry's t-shirt, slipping underneath to slide up his stomach and chest. He briefly noted how thin it felt, but was too distracted to make anything of it, having located Harry's nipples.

Harry felt his knees buckling, knowing that, if George's strong arm wasn't holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground. When Fred's fingers began tracing a nipple, he groaned into Fred's mouth, his hands, which had been clenched unsurely at his sides, flying up, one tangling in Fred's hair and the other on the back of George's neck.

George chuckled, lifting his head to Harry's cat ears, which were twitching wildly with the sensation, standing straight up. George lightly bit at the pointed tip of his right ear, and Harry cried out, ear tingling. George smirked and licked at it lightly, ignoring the fur that tickled his tongue. It was worth it to hear Harry gasping and purring in pleasure.

Fred opened his eyes to meet George's briefly, mouth curving into a wicked smirk. The hand not playing with Harry's nipple slunk down and gripped Harry's tail at the base, causing Harry to instinctively arch his back, especially as Fred's hand rubbed his nipple in a torturous way.

And when Fred's hand moved up Harry's tail, smoothing the fur right up to the tip, before letting it go and once again moving the base, Harry nearly screamed in delight, tail ramrod straight. George smirked and pressed closer to Harry's side, kissing his ear again before moving to lick Harry's lips that were still attached to Fred's, regardless of the ache in his jaw.