Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 33

Warning: A large majority of this chapter is smut – double penetration, fisting, spanking, blow-job.

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Harry never got the chance to find out what had happened.

A sudden banging on the door disturbed him from hanging from Fred's arm by his claws in a failed attempt to get someone's attention. Their gazes snapped to the door as the banging continued, growing more and more urgent.

"Quick, George," Fred hissed, standing up and gently detaching Harry from his arm. Harry let go without complaint, rather unnerved as a chill ran up his spine. George stood as well and began waving his wand hurriedly.

The carpet appeared beneath their feet, and furniture popped up out of nowhere. George flicked the light on and banished the candles, before moving to Harry and Fred, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind.

"Everything's in place, right?" Fred asked. George nodded, and Fred moved to the door, looking slightly pale, which set Harry's nerves even more on end. George pressed a kiss to his temple, and then another to his cheek, and another to his neck. Harry felt himself calmed somewhat.

"What's going on?" Harry asked quietly. The twins hadn't even bothered to hide him, which they normally would have under normal circumstances, lest Mrs Weasley find him in their rooms in the middle of the night, which looked quite questionable.

"Look at your arm," George replied, equally as quietly, as Fred undid the locking charms on the door. Harry did as he was told, eyes widening when they laid on the bare skin of his arm. The bare skin of his arm which was decorated with what seemed like hundreds of black marks.

"Wha-what..."

"They'll fade in a few hours," George said, holding out his own arm in Harry's sight. His arm was decorated in exactly the same markings. Harry's mind whirled in confusion – what had happened? Something had gone wrong with the ritual.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Fred gasped, bringing Harry back to the situation at hand. Dumbledore stepped through the door, Sirius, Mrs Weasley, and Mad-Eye Moody behind him, all looking uncommonly serious.

Harry gulped heavily, and George's arms tightened around him. Harry absently stroked George's arms soothingly.

Dmbledore opened his mouth, and their attention was immediately fixed on him. "I believe something quite grave has happened."

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"... And that's what happened," Fred finished his story, looking slightly nervous underneath the usual cocky exterior. George grinned almost manically, nodding frantically.

They were gathered in the kitchen, the three students sat at the table on one side, with Dumbledore sat on the other. The three other adults were gathered behind him, and Harry couldn't help but feel like they were being interrogated. By the drop of sweat that rolled down George's cheek, the twins were feeling the same way.

"A marvellous tale," Dumbledore said after a few minutes silence, when he sipped from his teacup. Harry's tea was completely untouched. Fred had gulped his down in one swallow in his nervousness, causing a very burnt tongue, and George was holding his mug as if it were providing him some great comfort. "I would enjoy the true story even more."

Harry snorted with laughter under his breath, and looked up to see Dumbledore's twinkling eyes on him. Surely the twins hadn't thought that utter crap would work on Dumbledore? A magic influx that had come from a powerful orgasm from Harry (making the boy in question blush extremely heavily, and the adults, too, look quite embarrassed).

"Are you questioning our abilities to keep Harry satisfied?" Fred snapped. George had started the story, then clammed up entirely, and hadn't spoken a word since. Harry's tail was wrapped around his hand in a weird form of comfort. Apparently, whatever they'd done, it was far worse than their usual pranks.