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The room was quiet. Everybody had left for the Great Hall, leaving Harry standing near his bed, trying to figure out how to put on his… what was it? A scarf? A butterfly? Just something around his neck he didn't know how to call. He had a black tuxedo on, with the white shirt peaking from underneath. With Draco's help, his hair was slicked back and trimmed. He no longer had almost shoulder-length hair, but rather long enough to cover his scar, which could be tucked behind his ear. D
The cologne that he had put on was in symphony with his natural scent, so he was once again glad for Draco’s persuasive strategy to help him get ready. He wanted to argue with him at first, but somehow Draco managed to wear him down and do his magic. When he was looking into the mirror now, there wasn't the young boy from the Dursleys, nor was there the boy from the Weasleys. This time, his head was held high. This time, he knew his parents remembered him, and the twins loved him. He wasn't alone anymore, but he had a family that supported him.
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the twins, clothed in dark blue, almost black tuxedos, striding in with a smile.
“Oh, look at the charming man waiting for us, Fred,” George smirked, stopping mid-stride while looking Harry over. He liked, really, really liked what he saw. Harry looked confident in his clothes, even proud, as if he was sure about himself. The twins never saw him like this, but they liked the change.
“Are you sure such a beauty would wait for us? I think we got lost, brother,” Fred grinned before pulling George by his hand and leading him out. Harry could only grin at the twins' charades.
“Are you done, you two? I need help with this fucking thing,” Harry groaned, liking the funny nature the twins brought with them, but was too frustrated with the scarf which didn’t cooperate.
“Sure thing, love,” jumped Fred up, quickly moving towards Harry, fumbling with the cloth.
“What about the potion?” Harry finally asked after Fred fixed him up, remembering the plan. The twins dressed up perfectly, there was no other way to describe them. They looked elegant while maintaining the atmosphere of mischief, which Harry liked.
“Well, we wanted to make sure everything was alright, so we went to Severus, who told us it was fine, but he would suggest casting an illusion, since he believes you wouldn’t want to actually dance with a girl. He taught us the spell, but also mentioned that this was the right time for you to stop pretending. Whatever Dumbledore does, we are ready for it, plus it would be better to do this on our terms and not his. Playing the guessing game, whether he knows or doesn’t, could end up badly. Like this, we would know what he knows and what he doesn’t,” George explained, making sure Harry didn’t panic or make any rash decisions without being informed of everything. Severus surprised them when he told them his opinion. At first, he agreed with the potion, but apparently, he thought it through. The twins wanted to do the scan again, but Severus assured them he wasn't with the headmaster and he only had time to think it through.
“If you still want us to cast the illusion, we will do it, but Severus is right about this,” Fred added before pulling Harry to his chest, making sure he didn't wrinkle his shirt.
“The decision is up to you, sweetheart. No matter what you choose, we will stay by your side,” George uttered before joining their hug.
“Okay, we will do it. But if anything goes wrong, you will find me or Severus. From now on, you won’t ever be alone with him, deal?” Harry asked, thinking through every possibility that could occur. The twins had to stay safe; otherwise, not only would they be in danger, but also Harry and everyone in the castle. The idea of losing them was so horrifying, Harry had to calm himself down before straightening back up.
“One more thing. The soulmate bond will stay a secret. We will say that we just like each other, we are in a relationship just because we clicked, okay?” Harry added while examining their faces, making sure they agreed with his plan.
“Deal,” the twins replied in unison before kissing Harry slowly. The twins were happy they wouldn't need to hide their relationship, to be finally able to hold his hands in public and be romantic.
“I am still dancing with him first, handsome twin of mine,” Fred smirked, making his point clear.
“I wouldn’t dream of any other scenario, gorgeous,” George smirked before kissing Fred’s cheek. There was no bad blood between the twins. One had to be first at something, and it somehow came naturally to them, even in situations they unknowingly changed without leaving someone to be the third wheel. It was really as the fate had a hand in it.
“Shall we go, princess?” Fred joked while putting Harry’s hand around his.
“As you wish, my king,” teased Harry. Before they left, Harry pulled George’s lips to his, kissing him passionately, yet briefly.
“See you there, handsome,” whispered George in his ear after they pulled away, and followed them out.
Everyone was staring at them as they made their way down to the Hall. Flashy dresses and elegant tuxedos were flowing around the place in the dim, romantic light of the castle. Only as they finally made it down, Harry spotted Hermione in her flowy blue dress, nicely bringing out her eyes and pink cheeks.
“Oh, hi guys, you look handsome,” she greeted them with a wide smile, looking them over.
“Such a stunning young lady greeted us, wouldn’t you agree, twin of mine?” replied George, looking smitten. Hermione flushed before she hugged Harry, adjusting his clothes.
“Beauty incarnate, I would say, brother of mine,” added Fred before bowing to Hermione in greeting.
“Oh, stop it, you two,” Hermione shushed them, looking back at Harry.
“So it’s time?” she asked cautiously, noticing the twins weren't hiding their joined hands with Harry's.
“Yes, we will see how it goes. You look incredible, by the way, Hermione,” he replied with politeness. She indeed looked incredible, it was a nice change, and thinking it through, she never mentioned who she ended up going with. They didn't have as much time together as previously, but somehow they still informed one another of what was going on. Harry was planning to change this after the holidays. He wanted his two best friends back.
As that thought left his mind, Krum appeared, taking her by her hand.
“Hi, Harry. I hope you will enjoy your evening,” he said politely before sweeping Hermione away.
“Who is Ron going with?” asked Harry before the twins could say anything.
“I believe he is taking Luna or Levander, not sure though. Shall we get going?” Fred switched subjects before taking one last look at George and pulled Harry to the champions, who were already waiting in line.
“I hate this,” Harry uttered, not wanting to dance in front of so many people.
“You will be fine. If you want, I can lead and you just need to follow,” Fred suggested, even though as a champion, Harry should be the one to lead.
“You know what? Let’s do it. I don’t care what the others think, let’s just get it over with.” With those words, the song started, making them follow the others to the dance floor.
Harry could feel the stares on his body when they got to their places, yet as he looked into Fred’s eyes, everything disappeared. The love he saw there calmed his rapid heartbeat, letting him enjoy the moment for what it was.
Fred took Harry’s hand into his while enveloping him with the other. Harry let his soulmate lead him through the dance floor, not stumbling on his feet once, as if this was how they should be. It came to him almost naturally, stepping exactly when Fred took a step forward, spinning him around before pulling him back in.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Dumbledore’s disapproving gaze, yet it didn’t affect him. He was happy, and no one would take it away from him. As the students joined the dance floor, Fred let go of Harry, who spun around before someone else grabbed him around the waist.
George was smiling down at him as he pulled him back to the flow of the song. Their bodies were in sync as their hearts led them through the dancing students. When it became almost overwhelming for Harry, they finally took a break, making their way to the feast.
“You were incredible,” Harry gasped in joy, trying to calm down his breathing. Not once did he step on their feet, which was exciting. Maybe he finally knew how to dance, or it was just them, being in perfect sync.
“Such lovely words from our lover-boy,” smirked George while giving him a glass of spiked punch. It wouldn't be a ball without the twins messing around with the drinks, but Harry trusted them, so he took the glass, sipping from it. The alcohol warmed him from inside as if someone had hugged him.
“It almost makes my knees go weak,” added Fred from next to him when someone cleared their throat.
“Harry, may I speak with you?” asked Dumbledore from behind him. His gaze was traveling around the three of them, his lips staying in a hard line.
“Of course, headmaster,” replied Harry, giving the two boys a look, trying to tell them it was okay. He was expecting this after the glares Dumbledore gave him, but he had still hoped he would drop it. They were, after all, in the hall filled with students.
He followed Dumbledore to a secluded corner before giving the headmaster his attention.
“Harry, I understand you are a teenage boy, but this was unacceptable,” scolded Dumbledore with a hard stare aimed at Harry.
“What was unacceptable, headmaster? That I went with a boy, or that I am in a relationship?” Harry asked back calmly, not caring the headmaster was being a dick. He was prepared, and he knew what to do.
“Both. You have a tournament to win. Your priorities should lie in winning and staying alive, not in romance,” explained Dumbledore, still playing just concerned professor, but the anger and frustration in his eyes weren't concealed anymore.
“Actually, headmaster, the twins helped me to survive the first task, and if I remember correctly, I was forced to ask someone for the opening dance, and there were no restrictions on gender. As I already informed you, I didn’t want to participate in the tournament; you had the power to take me out of that deal, yet you decided on the opposite. I did nothing wrong, and in fact, this is my personal life, which I decide for myself and is none of your business. I respect you, headmaster, but this is the first thing I chose for myself, and I’m happy,” Harry wouldn’t back down. He thought about this conversation for a long time and prepared everything he wanted to say to his professor, even though he let some of his emotions slip. The last part wasn't planned, and he didn't want to reveal so much to the headmaster about his real background.
“I see you thought about this, Harry, but I must insist you stop this nonsense. If you don’t, I will be forced to take it into my own hands,” Dumbledore threatened, not liking the direction this conversation was taking. The young boy shouldn't even think about such things. His potions should have stopped him from questioning him.
“What rules did I break, if I may ask?” Harry just asked in return, watching the headmaster closely.
"You are just a 14-year-old boy. You are too young for such a commitment, and in fact, it is against the rules,” Dumbledore exclaimed victoriously, knowing he had him backed into a corner.
“Actually, headmaster, I took the liberty of looking into the rules of Hogwarts before I accepted to go into a relationship with the twins. There is no rule stating anything against such an arrangement. Plus, since I am a champion of Hogwarts, I am emancipated, thus, being taken as an adult,” Harry reasoned calmly while watching the headmaster’s face carefully. He didn’t break any laws, everything was conceptual and by the book. He had prepared this way before the ball, knowing the conversation had to happen sooner or later.
“I must insist that you break off this charade before I’m forced to take the matters into my own hands,” Dumbledore exclaimed in rage, but Harry knew the threats were empty.
“On what terms, headmaster? If you take any action, you will go against discrimination law, which states, if the person in power discriminates against skin color or sex…”
“I know what the law says. As your headmaster and your magical guardian…”
“Oh, but that’s where you are wrong, headmaster. There is no rule you could get through the board that wouldn’t sound judgmental or discriminatory, plus I am taken as an adult, so your status of my magical guardianship is nulled. Plus, if you take any action against me or the twins, I am refusing to take any part in this upcoming war, I swear it on my magic.” As those words left Harry’s mouth, a bright light came from him, binding him to his vow. Harry knew he had won. If Dumbledore wanted his help, there was nothing he could do to change his decision without Harry losing his magic.
“What have you done?! This was a childish decision which could get you killed!” the headmaster silently yelled in dismay, but Harry just smiled.
“Professor, I think you don’t understand. I thought about this since the Tournament started, and since you threatened me by taking my decisions away from me, you made me do this. Accept what I want, and everything will stay the same,” Harry just said while leaning against the wall. He could almost see the steam coming from Dumbledore’s ears, thinking about what to do next.
“You are not the boy I thought you were,” he scoffed, as if his words could influence the boy. There was something at play here that he didn't know about, but he would get to the bottom of it.
“And you are not the man I thought you were, forcing the kids to change their lives, just because you decided otherwise. So much was taken away from me, my family, my childhood, my life. As you said, you were my magical guardian, and still, you left the Dursleys to abuse me, telling me I was overreacting. Well, let me tell you, I almost died this summer, if the twins didn’t help me.” he could feel the headmaster’s presence in his mind, trying to find evidence of Harry’s words. And Harry let him, pushing the memories of his bloodied back to him as the twins tried to heal him. Luckily, he found a way to change the memory a little bit, so there was no proof of their bond. The rings vibrated against his fingers, waiting to push the headmaster away, but he nullified them. If he had blocked him, he would have known everything.
Luckily Dumbledore didn't catch on to the first part, thinking Harry meant Potters when he mentioned family, but Harry was thinking about his actual parents.
“Harry, if I had known…” Dumbledore tried to explain, but Harry didn’t let him.
“No, you knew. I told you each year when you sent me back what went on during the summer, and yet you decided I was lying. I think this conversation is over, headmaster. I am going back to enjoy my evening,” Harry said sternly before taking his leave, not turning around. Dumbledore didn't deserve any respect from him anymore.
Dumbledore knew he had fucked up. He was well aware of the abuse, but needed the young boy to be ready to put his life on the line. The twins were the main issue. If he found out how amazing life can be if there is someone worth fighting for, he wouldn’t be willing to die for the greater good. Now, he had to think over his next steps before taking action. This created more issues than he imagined.
When Harry made it back, the twins were looking at him worriedly while sipping from their cups. A smile that widened on Harry’s lips made them sigh in relief, already knowing it went well. Enveloping him in a hug, Harry laughed, happy with how it ended.
“We will need to discuss our next steps, but let’s talk about it later. We have an evening to enjoy and I just want to be with you,” Harry said after they pulled apart, with a cup already in his hand. The spiked drink warmed his body from the inside once again before the twins pulled him to the dance floor. This time, they didn’t take turns; they danced together, gliding their bodies together, enjoying every time they touched. It wasn't sexual; they kept some distance between them, but it was still enjoyable, making them laugh.
‘Hm.. Love? We were thinking…” started Fred as they sat back down a little bit tipsy from the alcohol.
‘This sounds devious,‘ replied Harry with a smirk, looking around the Hall, covered in warm ice and snow that was falling from the ceiling.
‘We want to finish the bond. Before you argue, let us explain,‘ George stopped him from replying, making sure his eyes weren’t focused on Harry. They had to look like they were taking a break and not having a silent conversation through their soulmate bond.
‘Dumbledore will do something, and if he forces us apart, we will need as much time to get back to you. You know what could happen if we stay away from you for more than a couple of hours,‘ Fred explained before pulling Harry against his chest, finally putting him at an angle so he could see George’s face.
He looked sad, like suggesting this was taking some form of a choice away from Harry. That idea didn’t sit right with him. Harry wanted to be with them; the only thing he hated was the lack of control over this situation. They were being forced into this, and that part was what he hated.
‘I agree, but I don’t want to force this. I want it to be natural, not because of some fucked up old man, who thinks he knows best,‘ replied Harry in anger.
‘Agreed. We just wanted to make sure this is what you want,‘ George whispered before pulling himself closer between Harry’s legs, which were hanging down the sides of the bench.
‘I want you, there is no question about that. I just hate that he is forcing us into this. Harry’s eyes met George's, who was already lifting his chin up, trying to look into his soulmate’s eyes.
‘We love you, Harry. He can’t force something that is already there." George gave him a gentle smile before leaning in and kissing him slowly on the lips. Harry opened his mouth, welcoming George’s tongue into a slow dance before pulling slightly away.
‘I love you too,‘ he whispered back through the bond before looking back at Fred, who looked pleased.
“He finally said it, George,” Fred smiled even wider as he looked at his twin.
“I know, but don’t spook him, otherwise we won’t hear it from him again,” replied George teasingly. This was the first time Harry told them he loved them openly. He told them words like ‘you too,‘ or pet names, but he didn't tell them ‘I love you‘.
“You are such a tease,” Harry laughed before their group of friends joined them. As they took their seats around them, George made a plate filled with food for Harry, remembering he hadn’t been eating again.
“No more fun for you, love, until you eat everything,” Fred told him scoldingly, pushing the plate closer.
“How did it go?” Hermione asked as he ate. She was flushed from all the dancing she did, thus the break. Viktor went to find his friends, giving Hermione some time with hers.
Neville, Sheamus, Dean, and Ron were also there, leaving their partners to their own devices. Neville surprisingly went with Ginny, who has almost the whole time been glaring at Harry, while Sheamus and Dean went together, while Ron took Luna, who was a new student.
“He threatened me, so I made a vow to never help him in the upcoming war, which he believes is coming, if he does something against my wishes,” explained Harry quickly after casting a Silencing charm.
“Wicked,” exclaimed Ron in surprise. The way his best friend dealt with situations like this took a lot of courage.
“I have a bad feeling about this, but for now, I am glad you managed to get it under control,” sighed Hermione, who took the scan after Ron’s showed so many substances influencing his behavior. Her scan was as bad as theirs, but the change that came afterwards was breathtaking. She was no longer the Know-it-all as they knew her; she was braver, not thinking about breaking some rules, yet still took care of them and helped them when they asked. Her appearance also changed; her hair became silkier, more manageable, her eyes were brighter, and the cricket teeth magically fixed themselves. She looked gorgeous.
“I suggest we have a meeting to go through our next steps and options. We have to be ready,” Sheamus suggested, who somehow, along with Dean, made it to their close circle.
“I agree,” came from behind Harry, who looked up at his cousin. Draco was joining their group more often than not, somehow finding his place between Harry’s friends.
“Dumbledore is a dangerous man to go against. You made the right decision to announce this on your terms, but you can’t lose the advantage. Tomorrow morning, we will meet up in the Chamber before everyone leaves. Does it work for everyone?” he asked, filling up his plate, trying to look annoyed for his friends.
“I suggest the Room of Requirement. It’s on the seventh floor across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. You have to think of what you need and walk three times around the place, and a door will appear. We won’t be walking around the castle with brooms in our hands, so it will be less noticeable,” Harry suggested, watching their friends.
Everyone uttered their agreement, watching Draco nod, before taking his leave. There was no way for him to stay longer without somebody noticing. Since they were sitting around a table that still had some food on it, no one would suspect him.
“Okay, time to move on, darling,” said Dean to Sheamus, leading him back to the dance floor.
“I see Viktor, so see you tomorrow then,” Hermione smiled before making her way away from the table.
“We should go too, love. We have something to show you,” muttered Fred into his ear, making Harry shiver. George smirked at them before standing up and pulling Harry to his chest.
Harry let them lead him out of the Hall; however, as they turned the corner, he was roughly pushed against the wall by George’s wider frame. His mouth descended on Harry, kissing him deeply, taking his breath away. George took advantage, slipping his tongue inside, fighting for dominance, he knew would win.
Harry wanted to moan from the onslaught, trying to push back with as much ferocity as George, but George didn’t let him. His head was pulled back, making him gasp in pleasure before George pulled on his bottom lip and gave him one last peck.
“I wanted to do this since you stood up to Dumbledore. You were so hot dancing there, and the way you looked down at him, God, you were just amazing,” George told him with a gentle laugh before kissing him once again.
“Georgie, we should get going. I have a feeling Dumbledore is looking for our chosen one,” Fred told them as he noticed Dumbledore walking around the room, looking around.
Without another word, George took Harry by the hand, pulling him to the stairs. As Fred joined them, Dumbledore made it to the entrance, but luckily they managed to get to the second floor without being spotted. Step by step, they made it to the seventh floor, finally standing in front of the Room of Requirement, yet Harry wasn’t the one who summoned the room. Fred started pacing, thinking the place through, when the door appeared.
As quickly as possible, they made it inside, making sure no one saw them. When they entered the room, the light was dim, creating a cozy atmosphere with a table in the center and a bed on the side. The walls were covered in books, as if they were in a library with a huge window and a balcony in the middle. In front of the bed was a fireplace, lit from the inside, spreading warmth throughout the room.
Somewhere had to be a record player, since a slow dance melody sounded throughout the space.
“Welcome to our paradise,” said Fred, motioning to the room before giving Harry a small yet deep kiss.
“We wanted to surprise you, so we took the liberty of creating a safe haven for us to dance in, spar in, or sleep in, since we expect Dumbledore will be waiting for you,” explained George while stepping forward, making his way to the bed where he put his jacket off.
“Since we didn’t know whether you would like us to stay as we are, meaning male, or change into girls, we wanted to take you here and dance in our real bodies. However, the night went differently than we expected,” commented Fred as he pulled Harry deeper into the chamber. Harry felt amazing as he walked past the table and sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace. Some wine glasses appeared next to him, and he grabbed one instantly, wanting the evening to continue.
“So, the main idea is not to get drunk,” said Fred as he lowered himself between Harry’s legs, pulling the (now) half-filled glass away from him. “Secondly, if we want to do this, you would need to be prepared, and this is the safest place we could be in while being comfortable,” he continued as his fingers slowly made their way upwards Harry’s leg.
“Finally, we just want to have a great time with you, Harry. This place wasn’t created for having sex, but to enjoy each other’s company. We can dance, talk, laugh, and maybe have some fun, the rest is up to you,” finished George before drinking from his glass. Harry couldn’t stop looking at him, as his shirt rode up, exposing part of his stomach, his tall, lean body standing there nonchalantly, completely calm. It was hard for Harry to keep his hands away while in the Great Hall, but now, all cards were on the table. No more hiding, no more sneaking. They could be whoever they wanted here and now.
“Okay, I understand, but I want to make one thing clear,” the twins looked at him with curiosity shining in their eyes, listening to every word he said.
“I want us to be together, I don’t care when, but I want it to be natural, not something you have to force, okay?” Harry shared his thoughts while looking at his soulmates, who stood in front of him with a slight grin.
“Oh, trust us, Harry, we know. When we do finish our bond, you will see the change in our dynamic,” grinned George wickedly before taking his seat next to his mate. The statement made Harry blush, he knew the twins would probably be rougher, more sensual with him, and to be honest, he was curious.
“George can be quite violent in bed, but not in a bad kind,” explained Fred before pulling his hand from his pocket and handing it to Harry.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, gazing into Harry’s eyes expectantly. Without any hesitation, Harry took his hand, letting him lead to the center of the room before Fred threw his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt a little. After doing the same to Harry, he pulled him closer and started dancing to the melody, which was still playing in the background.
His leg found its way between Harry’s legs, making him aware of the state Fred was in, but he didn’t slow down. They danced before George finally joined them, pressing his lap against Harry’s back in a sensual manner.
So slowly that Harry almost didn’t notice it, Fred unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, but he didn’t do what Harry expected, which was to completely stop. He pulled his sleeves down, pushing the shirt out of the way before resuming the dance.
“Glamours, love,” he just whispered in his year as their bodies touched, and so Harry pulled his magic back inside, revealing his true self. Fred took his face in his hands, kissing the darker skin from the highest point, making his way down, until he reached his lips. Yet, he didn’t kiss him, but rather spun him, so he ended up facing George, who grinned back at him.
He pushed Harry back, connecting with Fred’s body while sucking on hi neck, creating the most sensual bite marks along his whole neck.
Before Harry could comprehend what was going on, Fred pulled down his shirt, pressing his body against Harry’s back without stopping the dance for a second. Harry could only feel, while staring at one of his soulmates, who now stood in front of him with a smirk on his face.
“It’s your turn, sweetheart, if you want to continue, take my clothes off,” George uttered in his ear while pinching one of his nipples. Harry almost stopped, but the hands on his hips moved him back into the rhythm of the background song.
Harry slid his hands on George’s chest, feeling the muscles underneath as he made his way down, starting with the lower buttons. His hands were almost shaking as they danced while Harry opened George’s shirt. After he finished the last button, his skin met George’s, slowly pushing the shirt down from inside without leaving his skin.
Before the shirt got stuck, Fred pulled on one of the sleeves, helping Harry to pull it down. With their combined help, the shirt finally fell, and Harry couldn’t stop himself from touching his strong body.
“Teasing little thing,” murmured George before stepping closer while pulling Harry’s hands around his neck. Fred touched Harry on his hips while kissing him on the back, near the shoulder.
They were never like this, in a lit room while not underneath the safety of blankets. Plus, even then, they had their shirts on most of the time. Harry almost wanted to cover up, but he stood strong in his decision, pushing his cheek against George’s chest. The woody scent enveloped him like a hug, as if he had found home. As he stood there, dancing to the music, Fred grabbed one of his hands, swinging it around his neck, joining their little moment.
When Harry tried to pull apart for a moment, Fred grabbed him by the belt, pulling him back so suddenly that the lips that met his surprised him. The kiss wasn’t slow or tender, but passionate and deep, with teeth and tongues dancing in a never-ending dance. After Harry finally got a hold of himself and started kissing back with the same furiosity, George licked his neck before biting and sucking on his mark, making him gasp.
“What should we do with you, sweetheart? Hm?” Harry got goosebumps as he felt George’s breath on his ear, yet he didn’t stop the kiss to answer. His groan was the only reply he gave when Fred pulled him by his hair even closer, closing the last space they had between them. One of the twins slid their hands down, opening up the belt and letting their pants fall to the ground. Soon George did the same to Fred, who, before Harry could protest, pulled him to the bed with him, without separating their lips even for a moment to look where they were going.
Fred pulled Harry down onto his lap as he sat down, and Harry could feel the hard erection pressing into him. As Fred lay back, still pulling Harry with him, who was now hovering over him, he almost started grinding his hips against his lover, but stopped when he felt George pressing against his back.
“Hm, love. What to do with you,” finally whispered Fred as he stopped kissing his mate, showing his red, puffy lips.
“So many options,” came from behind Harry as George’s hands glided down Harry’s back.
Harry's mind was spinning, so before he could comprehend what was happening, Fred flipped their positions, pushing Harry on his back, now grinning above him.
Without saying a word, he started kissing Harry’s chest on his way down before pulling his boxers off with his teeth, making Harry gasp. However, when Harry pulled his hips up to help Fred, George pushed his hand underneath Harry’s back, stopping him in the air to put a pillow underneath him. His hand stayed there, even when Harry lay back down, making little circles on the inside of his thigh.
Harry couldn’t think about what was happening since Fred licked his cock before pulling him all the way into his mouth. His teeth grazed his skin, but never stopped moving. Harry couldn’t look away and watched Fred’s mouth wrap around his hard cock taking him in before pulling back.
“Someone likes to watch, Freddie,” smirked George, watching Harry’s mesmerized stare. With those words, Fred looked up and those hungry blue eyes met forest green. Harry almost came then and there as Fred looked back at him, swallowing him whole, not stopping for a second.
Right then, George kissed Harry hungrily, making him close his eyes as his finger, now charmed with lubricant, touched his backside, creating small teasing circles. Surprisingly, Harry didn’t flinch, but gasped from surprise, buckling his hips. The expectation of doing this with the twins while feeling the pressure on his body was almost unbelievable. He wanted to make this next step with them. It wasn’t anything new to him, but the care the twins gave him was so new to him, he had to find out how it could really feel.
“Please,” Harry whispered between the kisses, trying to focus not to come. Suddenly, the finger stopped, making Harry almost whimper, before George pressed in.
The intrusion was familiar, yet unknown. No one ever took care of him before, so the fact that it didn’t hurt surprised him. George could feel Harry’s body envelop him as he pushed into the heat, but he forced himself to stop so Harry could get used to the feeling without any pain.
“Good boy,” whispered George into Harry’s ear before biting his earlobe. Slowly, he pushed in more, focusing on finding his prostate, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good. The shout that came suddenly from Harry with the pleasure he felt through their bond almost made him come in his boxers, but he got a hold of himself before grinning.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he told him while twisting his finger. Harry was a panting, riding mess when George finally added another finger. He was achingly close, but each time he was about to come, the twins stopped as if they had a plan in mind.
“Please, please, please,” pleaded Harry with tears in his eyes.
“A little longer, sweetheart,” said George as he added another finger, pushing them deeper into his lover’s body, finding his prostate instantly. This time, the twins didn’t get a chance to stop, forcing the orgasm out of Harry, who came with a shout. His head was spinning, and his breathing was a complete mess. His body was sensitive, but still he couldn’t feel when Fred got up from his body and slowly kissed him.
“You were such a good boy for us,” he whispered against his lips before pulling away. Suddenly, Harry could feel Fred moving from his body, and when he looked up, he could feel George’s hungry eyes watching the two of them. Without waiting, Harry jumped on his lips, feeling Fred sliding down George’s body.
No matter that Harry came just a few minutes ago, the image he saw made him hard instantly. As Fred took George into his mouth and their eyes collided, Harry knew this was where he was meant to be, he licked his way down George’s body, sucking his nipple into his mouth, making his lover gasp from pleasure, but it didn’t take Harry long to stop. The sudden touch on his sensitive cock made him almost jump and when he looked down towards Fred, he was staring back at him.
He could see George’s slick fingers entering Fred’s backside. Fred was pushing back against the intrusion, his eyes fluttering before he focused back on his mate.
“There is still one thing we can do without completing the bond, love,” he said with a smirk. Fred was more open to the idea of bottoming for Harry. He had already thought about it, and he knew Harry hadn’t had yet the chance to try the opposite role.
Since Harry was their central soulmate, the bond would have to be completed the other way, so if he wanted, Fred was giving him the chance.
“Are you saying…” Harry asked unsurely, not knowing how to finish the thought.
“Would you like to fuck me, love?” Fred smirked, helping him to finish the sentence, while still holding George’s cock. Harry didn’t need to think about it.
“Fuck yes,” he laughed, realizing how much were the twins willing or wanting to experience with him.
Fred helped Harry up to sit behind him before going down on all fours in front of George, who was already sitting up with a smirk. He pushed his thumb against Fred’s lips, who gazed at him with lustful eyes. Without a word George looked at Harry and wandlesly casted a lubrication charm on his cock, giving Harry a wink.
“We will teach you that later, sweetheart,” George grinned as he looked down at Fred, who was eagerly watching Harry. He was already prepared from George’s teasing, so Harry only pushed in, shuddering at the sudden heat and friction that enveloped him.
Fred’s eyes rolled back, but before he could do anything else, George pushed his cock into his parted lips, making him swallow him whole. He didn't need to hold back with Fred, so he pounded into him, while making sure Fred didn't choke.
When Harry finally got used to the feeling, he pushed all the way in swiftly before pulling back, pounding into Fred, who was assaulted from both ends. It didn’t take George long to come when he saw Harry’s flushed face and unfocused eyes, while Fred’s lips were red and covered in saliva he couldn’t contain. His whole body shuddered as he slipped out of Fred’s mouth, kissing him instantly after his limbs started working again.
Harry knew when he found the right spot as Fred moaned loudly and his whole body shuddered, so he focused on the spot, making sure Fred enjoyed every second of it. When he finally felt the tightening around his cock, Harry grabbed Fred’s cock jerking if off to the rhythm of his assault, not wanting to let his soulmate hanging. They came almost at the same time, Harry spilled his come into the tight channel, groaning. Fred’s hands almost gave out from the pleasure as he found his peak, screaming Harry’s name with no reserve.
They stayed like that for a little while, trying to calm their breaths. When Harry finally slipped out of Fred, his knees collapsed underneath him from the exhaustion, and he fell next to Fred. With a swish of his hand, George cleaned them up before snuggling up against Fred’s back, who was closer to him.
“We are so doing that again,” he smirked while looking into Harry’s eyes.
“Don’t look at me! I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t want to do with you two,” Harry laughed while helping Fred to turn around.
“I demand at least a day off, my hands are killing me,” exclaimed Fred, covering his eyes with his forearm.
“Certainly. I bet you will change your mind after feeling Harry’s come in your ass tomorrow when you’ll try to sit next to his parents,” George teased while gently gliding his hand over Fred’s torso.
“Oh, shut up. You know me too well,” Fred exclaimed before looking with one eye at Harry and pulling him to his body.
“You were amazing,” he whispered before kissing his cheek.
“I love you,” Harry whispered back, kissing him on the lips before looking up at George, who was smiling at him.
“I love you, too,” he said to George, who smiled brighter, pushing himself up and slipping back behind Harry, pressing his body closer to the two boys.
“We love you too, Harry,” they said in unison, slowly drifting into a deep sleep. As if the room knew that, the lights dimmed, casting the room into a soft, warm light.