Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 27

Near the Christmas holidays, it began snowing.

Harry groaned as he was rudely awakened by twin weights jumping on his chest and legs. He attempted to push them off, roll over, and go back to sleep, but, alas, the weights were not to be ignored.

"Haaarryyy," a voice cooed in his cat ear, making Harry squirm and bury deeper. It was freezing outside of his quilt.

"Kitten?" another voice asked, breath whispering against Harry's lips. Harry, realising he had to admit defeat, opened his eyes a millimetre to glare darkly at Fred, who was staring at his face intently. Upon seeing him awake, Fred's face split into a grin.

"Knew we could do it!" Fred cheered. George, lying behind Harry and stroking his covered side, laughed at Harry's groan of despair.

"Why?" Harry asked hoarsely, wondering why his life was simply so awful. This had to be nightmare, being forced awake on a weekend by two redhead horrors.

"Aww, poor kitty. I think he's sleepy," Fred stage-whispered to George. George snuggled closer to Harry's back, arm wrapping around his form. Harry pressed back against George, even more grateful for the warmth. Maybe he could go back to sleep.

A pinch on one of his cat ears stopped this wish. He yowled and shot up, fist aiming at Fred's head. George quickly caught his wrist before he could hurt Fred, and gave his twin a stern glare. "You should know better."

Fred, for his part, didn't look at all cowed, and leant forward to rub his nose against Harry's. Harry growled, and George grabbed his other wrist to stop him for doing any harm. Even though Fred was clearly asking for it.

"Guess what, kitten! It's snowing!" Fred said brightly, kissing the tip of Harry's adorable nose. Harry rolled his eyes, managing to struggle out of George's grip, lie back down, and draw the covers over his head.

"Fuck off," he mumbled blearily, a sentiment which was echoed by his dorm mates, who had been awoken by the twins antics. Harry could hear Fred and George chuckle evilly, and immediately tensed. His tail flicked back and forth agitatedly.

Suddenly, his quilt was stripped completely from his body. Harry screamed shrilly in surprise, immediately curling in on himself, covering his bare chest. His nipples peaked in the freezing air.

"What the hell?!" he snarled loudly. Seamus threw a pillow in his direction. Harry watched with wide eyes as, in retaliation, Fred and George stripped Seamus of his covers and then dumped cold water on him.

This is my chance, Harry thought, quickly sitting up, gathering his quilt, and running full-pelt for the bathroom, where he could lock himself in and sleep in the bathtub for a few hours.

"Oh no you don't!" George exclaimed and Harry found himself being tackled from behind, quilt and all. He 'oof'ed as he hit the floor, and turned his head to hiss at George. He felt his claws come out and rip apart the duvet by accident, and winced. He'd already destroyed four of the bloody things.
"Oi, gerrof him!" Ron suddenly hollered, and jumped on top of George with a war cry, only adding to the weight on Harry's back. Harry meowed pitifully when Seamus and Fred screamed 'dog pile!' and jumped on top, Dean following soon after.

Neville winced with sympathy for Harry, who was slowly being crushed to death.

Well, at least it was warm.

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"Fucking twins," Harry grumbled as he stood outside, practically unable to move. After complaining of being cold, the twins had grabbed gloves, scarves, jackets and hats stuffed Harry into them.

He felt like he couldn't move.

He heard a giggling from behind him, and grit his teeth. Sucking it up, Harry decided to turn around, which involved moving only his legs, as his upper body was so stiff it was completely immobile.