Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 36

BY ORDER OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight

Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic

Harry stared grimly at one of the many notices around school. Arms wrapping around him from behind startled him, until he felt a soft, familiar kiss being pressed against his neck. Harry relaxed back into the embrace, eyes still fixed on the haunting words.

"Fred," he murmured, aware they were in a public place, but that wasn't his main concern right now. Fred hummed, as if he knew exactly what Harry meant by that one word.

"I know," was all he said, before unravelling his arms, taking Harry's hand, and dragging him away. Harry went with him willingly, blushing slightly when Fred lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed it lingeringly, a few students staring at them. Harry didn't have the heart to stop him, though.

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Somehow, despite the notices not even mentioning Dumbledore's great escape, every single student in the school seemed to know how the old Headmaster had overcome two aurors, the High Inquisitor, and the Minister for Magic, all by himself. Wherever Harry went, it was the sole topic of conversation.

And the twins weren't helping any.

"And then he stunned Fudge!" George exclaimed with false animation to a group of enraptured followers. Younger, more gullible students had been following the twins around all day, which was beginning to grate on Harry's nerves, although he refused to think why.

"He stunned the Minister?" one little second year squeaked, face flush with excitement. Awe shone in all their eyes. Harry snorted and pushed his way through the crowd, standing by George's side and scowling.

"I think he was aiming to kill but – " Harry cut George off before he tried to continue.

"No, he didn't. George is being a prick and pulling your leg. Now piss off," Harry snapped, aura quite dark, although this wasn't an unusual thing for Harry Potter, who was famous for his temper. The students instantly scattered, whispering the story amongst themselves, probably going to find Fred.

George let out a barking laugh and swung an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Who's a jealous little kitty cat?" he cooed, pinching one of Harry's cheeks. Harry snarled and sunk his teeth into one of George's fingers, causing George to hiss and instantly retract his hand.

"Haven't you got a class?" Harry asked. Technically, he had a class, too, but had got sidetracked when he saw the students around George, who were likely to get exploited at a later date for the twins' dangerous experiments with their skiving snack boxes.

"I could ask you the same thing myself. Transfiguration, right? McGonagall will have your head," George informed him, arm lowering to wrap around Harry's waist as the two began walking towards Harry's classroom.

"How d'you know what class I have?" Harry asked. Creepy stalker. George just grinned and squeezed Harry's side, not answering.

"'Arry!" another voice exclaimed, and then there was another arm wrapped around his shoulders. Harry felt quite weighted down with body parts. He turned to scowl at Fred.

"What?" he snapped darkly, seeing the students beginning to follow them again. Harry turned and fixed them with an eerie glare. The twins watched, amused, as the students scattered.

"Tsk, tsk, kitten," Fred said, shaking his head sadly. As soon as the corridor was empty, he grabbed the back of Harry's head and pulled him in for a scorching kiss, all tongue and teeth. Harry kissed back equally as hard, partly out of annoyance at not seeing the twins all day, and partly out of actual desire.