The Phoenix and His Basilisk (Completed)

Yellow Feathers for Friendship

Harry told them everything about his family.

Fred and George laughed themselves silly until they realized that he wasn't joking.

Eveline had nodded and was silent. Luna had only smiled at him sadly.

Tom had avoided his gaze and blushed for some reason, before he had told him that he would be always there for him.

Lately, the naga had been doing that, glancing at him when he thought Harry wasn't looking and then blushing furiously.

Harry didn't understand why until he remembered that he had said that.

But Tom couldn't have heard that, right? He was sleep...

Oh shit.

What if he wasn't asleep?!

Oh fuck!!!

Harry could feel himself panic before he calmed.

No, that wasn't possible. Tom was obviously asleep.

Right?

Harry sighed, and he cuddled his body pillow. His window had long drapes, and the balcony door was open, letting cool, autumn air inside.

The full moon seemed to be mocking him for some reason.

The silence creeped him out, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

His eyes snapped open when he felt fingers slide down his arm.

He sat up, and gasped at the sight of Tom, who smiled.

"T-Tom?! W-what are you doing here?" He shrieked.

Tom looked at him through his lashes. "Never mind that. Let's have some fun," he whispered.

He grabbed Harry and pushed him down. His tail wrapped around his shoulders, and Harry blushed.

He gulped.

Oh shit.

/////////////// ( Time Skip ) /////

Harry woke up with a drowsy frown. He looked down and cursed.

Cum was staining his pants and he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Not another wet dream!

Harry sighed, and he took off his pants.

He was naked now, since he never wore a shirt to sleep.

Harry sneaked out of his room, wearing nothing. He was about to put his dirty pants in the laundry when he was tackled by Fed and George.

"Harry!"

"What are,"

"You doing?"

"You naughty boy, you," they said in unison, smirking at him.

He blushed, and tried to cover his nakedness.

George noticed, and he gasped.

"Are you taking your pants to the washer?" He said, blinking rapidly before a smirk came across his face.

"Ohhhhhh... is this about Tom?!"

Fred grinned. "Tom and Harry sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes mating, then comes hatchlings in a baby carriage!" They chanted.

Harry blushed, but he didn't say anything.

He covered his privates and he tried to wriggle away.

Emphasis on 'tried'.

Fred stared at him, still on top of his back, as he wiggles like an oversized fish with wings.