Mistletoe Made Us Do It

One-Shot

Fred and George were waiting just outside of the room, waiting to tell Harry their idea after he had dismissed them with the promise that he would listen later on. But neither of the twins were very patient, and they were so excited to tell Harry that they decided to just wait until he was done talking to Cho.

Only a few moments later, she exited, casting them a startled glance, her cheeks inflaming a darker shade than they had already blushed to be. Looking away from her, the two boys shared a look, silently coming to an assumption about why she was flustered.

"Well come on, then." Fred prompted, urging Gerorge to lead them back into the Room of Requirement, where Harry was now alone.

George muttered under his breath about not being bossed around, but nonetheless took out his wand, one that matched perfectly with Fred's, and cast the spell that would allow them access. The large doors materialized upon his incantation, easily winging open under their shared strength.

Harry had been staring into the mirror, probably at Cedric's picture as they had caught him doing many times before, but he swung around when he heard them enter. "What are you doing back in here?"

Fred and George both looked up. "Under the mistloetoe with nobody to kiss you?" They asked in the perfect synchronization they had mastered years before.

"Now that's just sad," George commented.

Harry had grown used to both their creepy synched minds and their teasing, so he simply rolled his eyes.

Fred turned his eyes to his brother. "Do you suppose we could fix that for him?"

Geroge smirked. "It's rubbish that you even have to ask."

"What are you two talking about?" Harry asked. He was still comfortable with their interaction, knowing they were having one of their shared thoughts that they would surely reveal in perfectly timed quips. His hands were in his pockets, his face expectant, and his attention finally fully on the two of them. The twins had grown restless trying to share it with Chi Chang.

Both boys walked closer. "Why," George started.

"We mean the whole being under the mistletoe with nobody to kiss situation." Fred finished for him. Then they shared a smile before looking to Harry, their trademark mischievous looks painted on both faces.

Harry stuttered. "What?"

"Do we really have to repeat ourselves?" They asked.

He ditched the warmth of his pockets in favor for rubbing a hand against his forehead in confusion. "No, you don't. I heard what you said the first time. I meant why. Why would you do that?"

"It's no fun to be alone, innit?" Fred asked while George nodded in agreement.

Harry rubbed his arm. "I wasn't exactly alone at first."

George and Fred sputtered with laughter. "We know."

"Then why?" Harry questioned, abosultely muddled.

"Well you're alone now, aren't you?" George pointed out while Fred looked around, apparently trying to emphasize his brother's claim. They were indeed alone. Just three Gryffindor boys in a murky, secret room. The only people who knew how to acess it were done for the day. They would be completely alone for hours if they wished.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know about this."

"Come on," the twins urged.

Before he could reject them-though he was clearly struggling to do that-they made their advance, moving tp stand under the mistletoe with him.