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Okay, this wasn’t probably the best idea, and well, Ron’s strategic mind went blank for a moment. He was stuck in a dark classroom with no way out, since the person he desperately needed to avoid was outside… But that wasn’t the only problem right now. Bloody Pansy Parkinson was there too, and he had no way of avoiding their conversation.
How much could he trust her? Or better, would she know if he made up a lie about why he didn’t want to talk to him or meet him? Probably not, she was a Slytherin after all. Draco mentioned a few times that she is one of the only people he trusts in his house; she even knows Draco is hanging out with them, but Ron couldn’t remember if he told her the reason.
Nevertheless, he had to think of a plan quickly. He still had the cloak and the map, so maybe if he put it on and sneaked away when she returned, that could potentially work. Otherwise, he can tell her… Maybe he should go see him about detention? No, that wouldn’t work since those are taught by teachers. Merlin, this was a problem.
“I can see those gears turning even from here, you know,” Pansy snickered as she closed the door behind her, and Ron jumped at the sudden noise. He was out of time, and he had blown the only chance he got. Fucking luck, what was up with him today? Nothing goes according to plan, dammit.
“Sorry, this… This was really unexpected,” Ron muttered into his hands before standing up from his crouching position. Pansy was leaning against the only door in the room, her hands crossed in front of her chest, looking smug, which only frustrated Ron more.
“Yeah, right. As far as I know, you are a prefect too, so what was up with that?” Pansy questioned, and Ron could feel her calculating gaze traveling up his body, trying to figure out everything he wasn’t saying.
Yeah, the exact question he was trying to figure out the answer to was already said… He was fucked, that much was obvious. With a sigh, Ron decided to be as blank as possible while keeping some truth in his words, since she would probably catch him in a lie if it came to it. He quickly scanned the room, just to make sure no frames were there, since he didn’t want anybody spying on them before turning back to Pansy.
“Look, I can’t tell you everything, but right now, I am not a big fan of our headmaster. Frankly, I have a bad feeling about meeting him, and I would do anything to avoid him; thus, I had no choice but to ask you to help me out here. That reminds me, what do you want for this… help?” Ron asked, remembering he had promised her anything she wanted if she helped him. God, he was so screwed. For crying out loud, he always had a plan and a backup plan, even a backup backup plan, so how did he find himself in this fucking situation? Nothing was going right, and who knows what she asks of him.
“That was unsurprisingly vague, but whatever. Hm, what do I want? Well, Draco was telling me about having ‘extra dueling classes‘ with your group, which, to be frank, I don’t understand. However, what I don’t understand even more is the fact that he is hanging out with you so much, so that brings me to what I want from you for this… situation. I want to understand why he is so enamored of your group, and thus, I want you to practice dueling with me for a month. In exchange, oh wait, I don’t have to do anything for you, you suggested this and I did what you asked of me, so how about tomorrow evening?” she smiled and while she was talking she slowly made her way to Ron, flicking some invisible dirt from his cloak as she finished and grinned at him like a sly fox and Ron knew right then and there, he was fucked.
He couldn’t refuse, he promised, and the glint in her eyes told him enough that he couldn’t refuse. He had to admit she was pretty; he knew that for a long time, but even though she looked like a baby angel, a viper was hiding inside, and that was enough for Ron to keep his distance.
She was a snake, and he had to watch out for her venom, yet something about her eyes that pulled him in made him nod in agreement without even thinking about it. They were almost like a vela when she wanted something, yet he knew as a pureblood, she wasn’t one.
“Lovely, so I’ll see you tomorrow at ten… how about here? We can lock up the classroom and put out silencing charms. Sounds good? Great, don’t get caught on your way back,” she smiled, not giving him a chance to respond before leaving him standing there, and Ron could only groan from this fucked up situation.
Fuck the Slytherins, fuck Parkinson, and fuck this bloody night! This was so frustrating, but he was already in this mess, so there was no way out. Bloody hell, okay, he had a plan, how it changed, but the main priority still stood, so he'd better get going, otherwise this was a waste of time. So without waiting, Ron pulled out the invisibility cloak, ready to use it, but he stopped for a second. Why didn’t she ask him about it? Had she forgotten? If that’s the case, at least that was a plus, but honestly, he was just praying she really didn’t remember. That would be a huge problem in the long run, not only for Harry or him or whoever used it, but they had so many enemies now.
Fuck it, he will have to think about that later. When the cloak was on and the map was in his hands, he went to the ROR, hoping to get at least some good news.
***
“So, you are saying that if you go to ROR, it is basically like being in the forbidden forest with a barrier?” Harry questioned Ron during breakfast while keeping a silencing charm around them. Ron apparently went to ROR during the night to find some answers since Harry fell asleep right when his head touched the bed. It was nice of him, but it was quite dangerous, yet it helped them figure out their next plan.
It was the best option to go into the ROR. As an Animagus, they need to be in the wild when they first transform, yet it can be dangerous, so this was a perfect opportunity to achieve both. Thus, they’ve decided to go for it.
“Yes, I had no idea there was a barrier; if I haven’t touched it, so you won’t even see it. You’ll be safe,” Ron replied like he usually would, yet his mind was preoccupied with Pansy, who was glancing at him this whole time. Did she want something, or was yesterday evening just too amusing for her? Ron was sure that if it was the former, she would find a way to talk to him, so the ladder it was.
“Thanks, Ron. Once again, you’ve helped us a lot,” Harry smiled, grateful for this help, yet he noticed the way Ron’s eyes were flickering to the Slytherin table, but that just made him smirk. This was none of his business, and he was sure Ron would talk to him if anything was wrong or the other way around.
“How is the book going?” Ron asked after he noticed the spark in Harry’s eyes that reminded him of the twins. He had a nagging feeling that Harry noticed his wandering eyes, so it was for the best to change the subject.
“Fred and George left me a note that we can talk about it later. They didn’t have a morning class, or two, not really sure right now, but they apparently stayed up during the night. Well, partially, the first one to read was George, while Fred slept, and then they changed, and from what I could see, they really took notes, so yeah. But I can’t say I’m glad that they are cutting on the sleep. They shouldn’t be doing this when they have school, it’s my responsibility, not theirs,” Harry groaned, remembering how tired his soulmates looked when he woke up.
“Don’t worry about it, Harry. We all know you would do the same, plus they know how much they can take. If it bothers you too much, talk to them, so they can tell you the same as I did just now. They won’t go overboard with it and put their health in danger. They know when to stop,” Ron smiled as he explained how his brothers worked, yet it was nice to see how worried Harry was about them. They loved Harry so much, but sometimes they forgot how worried he could get over the people he loves.
“Anyway, I should get going, and you should head back to get your stuff. We will meet in the classroom in about fifteen minutes, okay?” Ron asked, noticing Pansy walking away and his curiosity got the better of him. When he saw Harry nod, he was already getting up from his seat, ready to catch her in the hallway.
“Okay…but,” Harry tried, but Ron was already out, and when Harry noticed where he was running to, he just smiled, even though a part of him was worried if that was the right choice for Ron. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get hurt, yet from experience, Hermione looked happy with Draco, so probably not every Slytherin was a bad person.
***
“So, according to this, Loki is and isn’t an Asgardian, but that is not really what is important here. If you are connected to… let’s say their mythology by blood and your magic awakens, you can get a soulmate or multiple, but that is just a speculation. There aren’t many cases of that happening. Anyway, the soulmates work similarly to our world; they help stabilize the magic with one simple change. There is a high possibility that the soulmate or soulmates can gain extra abilities, or they already have them, in order to help their main bond, the center, which means you, love,” Fred explained later that evening as they sat down on their bed before their dueling practice.
They had about an hour before they had to get going, which was just enough to get some explanation while getting some rest. Harry was sitting in George’s lap while Fred sat in front of him, their legs touching, and with a notebook in Fred’s hands, so he could look at Harry while reading.
“Okay, that would explain your power to read others’ emotions, and that George can share his power with me. Though we need to figure out how it works,” Harry thought out loud, and the way he looked to the side made Fred chuckle silently. Sometimes the way Harry acted was just too adorable to him; his eyes squinted, yet focused on something while staying distant, and he sucked his lower lip like he was worrying, yet Fred knew that wasn’t the case.
“Don’t bite your lip, love. That’s our job,” Fred grinned as his thumb smoothed the lip from his teeth, and Harry’s cheeks went bright red as his attention went to them.
“You tease. I know it’s been a while, but we need to get through this. I’m sorry, I’m not an ideal mate, but you know what is at stake here. Trust me, I would love to be with you right now, but if I don’t figure this out before the task, who knows what will happen?” Harry protested, even though he hated himself for it. He wanted to be with them, he really did, but the image of his disappointed fathers in front of him made him force the want down. He loved them so much, but if he failed or if something happened, he would never forgive himself. Fred and George had to live, and in order to make that true, they had to survive the tournament.
“Okay, love. Don’t worry, we have enough time for everything, so let’s continue,” Fred said in a calm tone, and judging by Harry’s facial expression, he didn’t notice the undertone in his voice. They were almost finished with the notes, so if there was some time left…
“Anyway, apparently, there are some artefacts that are not mentioned in detail, which allow the people to share those powers, so maybe if we get hold of them, we can use them somehow,” George explained while he pulled Harry closer to him, with his hand on his thigh, gently stroking the inside of his thigh.
Harry jolted at the sensation, but when George flipped through the notes without any indication that he did it on purpose, Harry brushed it away, knowing too well the twins loved physical contact, not that he was any different, yet it took some courage for him to act on those desires.
“The last thing we found out is that the bond can’t be really blocked. Partially, yes, but if we force our way in, you have no way of stopping us. Plus, other theories we told you about the bond apply to us as well, aside from what we just told you, plus that our magic works together. We can’t harm one another even if we wanted to,” George explained before snapping his notebook shut and flipping Harry onto his back.
Harry’s eyes widened at the sudden contact, yet he got used to the twins handling him that it was almost a comfort for him. There was nothing they could do to him that he would take badly, but partially that was due to his suppressed memories. One day, it will be inevitable that it will come to that, but until then, they knew how to approach him, and he even liked the slightly rougher side of theirs. Not that they really were rougher.
“You know we need to get to the dueling class soon, right?” Harry questioned as George’s hand slid underneath his shirt, gently pinching his nipple before stroking it to soothe it.
“Yes, plenty of time until then, don’t you think, Freddie?” George asked with a grin.
“I think the same, Georgie,” Fred replied while slipping his hand underneath Harry’s waistband, stroking him slowly before kissing George with open mouth, so Harry could see everything. And what Harry got to see, he really liked. He couldn’t even imagine that his soulmates wouldn’t like each other too; they shared their love, interests, and pleasure together, and seeing them happy like that made him happy (and aroused) too. It seemed natural. He didn’t understand why they should share their love only with him. He wasn’t the center of the world, nor did he want to be.
Harry’s breath hitched as Fred pressed on his tip as he watched his two soulmates making out, his eyes closing involuntarily from the pleasure. He wanted to be with them; it had been too long, and as if they heard his prayers, one of them pulled Harry’s pants down, and before Harry could react, the soft lips of… Fred enveloped him, consuming him in the burning heat.
Harry wanted to moan from the pleasure, but since they didn’t, well, at least him, to do this, they didn’t put out silencing charms, so he had to stay quiet. However, when Fred’s teeth scraped his tip before sucking hard, Harry’s thoughts scattered, yet George was watching Harry closely, waiting for the moment when he would crumble, so the moment his lips parted, he struck, kissing him passionately, not giving him a moment to breathe or to make a sound.
George could just smile in delight as the tears of pleasure (he was certain it was the case since he focused on their bond) formed in Harry’s eyes while his cheeks turned red. That was all he needed before he cast the needed charm while his hand traveled downwards, entering him slowly with one finger, heightening the pleasure even more.
Even though they didn’t go all the way for some while, they did have fun when they could, and this was almost as a sixth sense, an involuntary act he always did, yet if they did have time, in fact, and if Harry wanted to, they wanted to spend some time with him.
“P-please. Yes, I want… I want you,” Harry panted, answering their thoughts without realizing, while George already pulled up his shirt while sucking on his nipple. One day, maybe they would have the time to enjoy everything together at once, but right now it wasn’t the time. The clock was ticking, and if they wanted to do this, they would need to figure out a way fast.
“Are you sure, love?” Fred asked the question that was playing on George’s mind as he licked Harry from the base to the tip, making George almost moan out loud from the sight. He thought of doing the same along with Fred to Harry while watching his soulmate… Okay, hold on, get your head straight, George! He screamed at himself in his mind.
“Yes, I want to share these moments only with you,” Harry replied while opening his teary eyes at them for a brief second, but that was only a second before Fred licked him lower, making Harry bite his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood. Without thinking, not that George would, he attacked Harry’s lips, not wanting to see himself injure more, while Fred feasted on Harry, slipping his tongue inside along his fingers without giving him the time to protest.
“Fred…please,” Harry moaned silently between the kisses before his back arched while he spilled himself on George’s clothes. Yeah, he was in the way and he didn’t mind the least.
“One last time, sweetheart. So you want us?” George asked as he looked into the deep green eyes that were slightly mismatched. The only thing he could see was pure love and adoration as Harry nodded, and without a word, Fred moved aside as George took his place.
“Are you okay with keeping your eyes closed, love?” Fred asked before he kissed Harry slowly, giving him some time to think it over. If Harry didn’t suffer the past he had, they would take time to prepare him for something like a blindfold, but right now, they had a timer, so if he wasn’t okay with what they suggested, then…
“Yes, I just want you,” Harry whispered before his magic enveloped them like a hug, and the silencing charm was set in place.
“Okay, love. Don’t focus on anything else, just us and feel us, our touch and love we feel for you,” Fred whispered into his ear as George cast a few charms on him before slightly pressing in.
As Harry’s eyes were closed, he felt the slight stretch, yet it wasn’t anything uncomfortable, but what he didn’t expect was the liquid between his thighs as George put them on his left shoulder, slightly squeezing them together. Before Harry could understand what was going on, and was ready to open his eyes, something pressed between his thighs, and it took him a while to realize what it was.
Yet, the moment he realized George slipped all the way in, hitting the sweet spot that made Harry almost dizzy, pounding every thought away. But the feeling of Fred’s cock between his thighs made Harry’s mind spin as he felt each movement from the base to his tip, each time he thrust between his thighs. It made his spine tingle, being stimulated from both sides, and the only thing that was missing was someone to kiss him, like before…
“Fuck,” he heard one of the twins say, which made him open his eyes for just a second, but that was enough to see Fred’s cock between his thighs while George squeezed his tip as Fred thrust in, spilling in his hand. It was just a second or two, yet the moment Fred came, he drew back, only to get himself free to kiss Harry right on the lips, doing exactly what he was thinking while George hit again and again the spot that made the world shake.
“Ah…” Harry moaned, not being able to hold the moans any longer between the kisses, but this time Fred didn’t stop him as his magic pushed against them, supporting Harry’s charm while licking his way down before biting Harry’s nipple hard with his fangs, marking him once again, which brought Harry to the peak.
“Merlin, Harry…” George started to say, but the moment his soulmate squeezed him tight, he couldn’t hold back any longer before spilling himself inside of him. He was planning to pull out, but this was too unexpected.
“Please tell us you didn’t hate it,” Fred whispered as he cleaned Harry with some charms and pulled him into his arms, glaring at the drop of blood that was running from his nipple. He shouldn’t have done that.
“I… I loved it. Just… hold me, Harry whispered, loving the embrace of his two soulmates as his mind drifted away from the pleasure just for a moment, and somehow he knew that by the time he got back to himself, he would be ready to face the world once again. He would be ready to train because this was their love they shared, and it would only make him stronger.