Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 21

"Kitten!" Fred exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind and twirling him around. Harry, who hadn't realised Fred was anywhere near him, startled, yowling and clawing at Fred.

"I'm so happy it doesn't hurt," Fred sang, releasing Harry, only to turn the boy around and wrap arms around his waist. Harry shot him a very disgruntled look, trying to struggle out of the hold, his heart still beating a mile a minute. Fred had absolutely terrified him for a moment.

"What... what the fuck?" Harry gasped, panting. Fred finally took in Harry's state and frowned, patting his head.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" he called out to the whole corridor. It was lesson change-over, and Fred had just attracted quite a lot of attention. Heads shook as people muttered about that 'damn George Weasley'. Fred merely smiled at Harry. "Go on, ask me why!"

Harry shot him a deadpan look and turned around, intending to escape Fred's clutches before he did anything else that Harry would have to kill him for. Fred grabbed his arm and pushed him against a nearby wall, still grinning. Harry glared at him nastily .

"Go ooon," Fred crooned, startling to lightly kiss Harry's neck. Harry growled, causing Fred to chuckle. Harry realised that, if he didn't want to walk into Transfiguration sporting an erection, he'd have to give in to Fred's demands.

"Fine!" Harry snapped, looking at the ceiling to avoid Fred's amused, triumphant gaze. "Why the hell are you being so annoying?"

Fred's face fell slightly at the less-than-anticipated question. That wasn't how it was supposed to go at all!

Just as Fred leant in to begin torturing Harry with erotic kisses in order to get Harry to ask properly, a quiet 'hem hem' interrupted them.

Both Harry and Fred turned their gazes to face the intruder. Umbridge. Fred's eyes narrowed minusculey, before he smiled easily, disarmingly. Harry knew that look- Fred was just trying to get Umbridge to lay off telling them off, but it wouldn't really work.

"Detention," Umbridge said chirpily. Fred groaned, leaning his head on the wall, beside Harry's, as Harry winced at the mere mention of the dreaded punishment. His hand ached in memory.

"That's hardly fair, we were only cannoodling a bit. I saw Malfoy snogging the life out of a Slytherin this morning, why don't you go give him a detention?" Fred asked. Harry scowled at him and hit the redhead's chest. Fred was only going to make the situation worse, in that 'charming' way of his.

"It is against the rules to show such disturbing public displays," Umbridge said brightly. Fred's eyes turned dangerous.

Harry gulped.

"'Disturbing'? Is that because we're both blokes?" he snapped, pushing off Harry- whom he had still kept pinned to the wall, despite Harry's wriggling- and facing Umbridge dead on. Harry huffed and grabbed Fred's arm, beginning to tug him away.

Fred frowned at Harry. "Come on, just let me-"

"-Stop it, Fr- er, George," Harry cut Fred off, pulling the protesting redhead down the corridor. Fred may believe that he could scold a teacher and get away with it, but Harry knew better. Umbridge would eat the teen alive.

"Five o'clock, my office tonight, Mr Potter. Same time tomorrow evening for you, Mr Weasley," Umbridge called after them, before turning and walking off. Fred sneered at her pink clothed retreating back, wand twitching in his hand. Harry saw the wand and snatched it away.

"Stop it F- Forge," Harry repeated. Fred looked at him in amusement for the slip, and a few people passing gave him odd looks. Only the twins called themselves by those strange nicknames.