Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 23

"Are those... are those formal robes?" Harry asked, staring, gob smacked, at George. George spun around, dark blue robes twirling slightly, and grinned.

Fred, sitting on Lee's bed in robes of the same colour and style, laughed at Harry's expression. Harry couldn't help it though- since when did the twins ever wear anything formal?

"This is some sort of prank, isn't it?" Harry said distrustfully. Fred and George exchanged mischievous glances, and Harry immediately backed up to the door he'd just stepped through. George, seeing the action, pounced.

Harry was swifter, though, one of the advantages of being a seeker, and managed to dash out of the door before George got a hold of him. What he didn't take into account was the twin's cunning.

Stepping out onto the staircase, Fred shook a little bell, much like the one Harry wore on his collar. Harry stopped before he could help it, ears perking at the sound. George cackled and grabbed him around the waist, manhandling back to the room.

"No, no, unfairness!" Harry caterwauled, kicking George in the shin. George grunted and dropped Harry, quickly locking the door behind them before Harry ran out again. Harry narrowed his eyes at George, then glared accusingly at Fred.

"That was cruel," he murmured despondently. "All right, give me your best shot." He held his arms out in surrender, waiting for whatever devious prank the twins were about to play on him.

"I keep telling you, Harry, you're so distrustful," Fred said scornfully, taking a hold of Harry's wrist and pulling the cat-boy into his lap, happily wrapping his arms around him. Harry reluctantly nuzzled Fred's neck.

"Yeah, what we've got planned is far from a prank," George told him, and turned to the mirror, smoothing his slightly wrinkled robes. He then sighed and began stripping out of them, chucking them onto his bed.

"Planned?" Harry asked, once again on alert. Fred sighed and began petting Harry's cat ears, a completely unfair advantage. Harry relaxed and pushed back into the touch, beginning to purr.

"Yeah, but not a bad plan," George assured, which actually wasn't reassuring at all, because the twins version of bad, and the rest of the world's version of it, were entirely different. Harry was too busy having his ears scratched to remember this, though.

"Mm? So what is it?" Harry asked dazedly, and Fred lent down to kiss his lips, unable to resist. Harry leant into the kiss.

"Enough of that, Fred, you're distracting him!" George proclaimed, sitting beside the two and pulling Harry into his lap, proceeding to do exactly what he'd just scolded Fred for. Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that we've been spending quite a lot of time on our own, lately, in the library," George started, tightening his arms around Harry and kissing behind his human ear. "None of this is because of you, though. It's because..."

Harry remembered with clarity exactly why the twins had been spending so much time in the library. He jerked his head away from George's manipulative hands before the boy had the chance to send him into another daze.

"Yeah, I know," Harry told him, "I sort of... may have..."

"Followed us?" Fred asked, leaning forward, nose touching Harry's. Harry bit his lip and shook his head in frantic denial, but the damage had been done. "So, what did you find out from your stalking?"

"I wasn't stalking!" Harry snarled, "and, well, not much... just that you were, erm... looking for a way around the, you know..."

"The incest laws?" George prodded. Harry nodded- he hated thinking of the twins relationship like that- illegal, 'disgusting'. Because when they were together, it seemed anything but disgusting.