in the fourth book, they're in the blankets. at the foot of harry's bed. tangled. in the blankets. a co-operative effort between glockgal and lise.

 

Harry hears a couple of whispers, murmurs at his feet, so he opens an eye. On the cot beside him Ron is snoring ever so softly. The murmurs are coming from Fred and George, and Harry hears "are they asleep?" From whichever twin's near his left ankle, and,

"I think so" from whoever's laying to his right.

He hears "do you?" and some rustling, and he doesn't even know he's holding his breath until he lets it out his nose, slowly, into the pillow to stop from making any noise. There's a "oh, yeah, just" and a "hang on" and then more rustling.

Harry hears a distinct gasp, and the wet sound of someone covering his mouth.

Harry knows that noise from hearing it in the dorm once and a while, when Ron thinks everyone's asleep, and himself under the covers at the Dursleys'. He realizes that Ron and Fred -- or is it George? -- gasp the same way and he just squeezes his eyes shut tight.

He can picture it, Fred's fist in George's mouth, or George's fist in Fred's mouth, one leaning in closer with his forehead against the other's collarbone which is all damp. Fred's hand stroking George's cock inside his pj bottoms and Fred's hand just staying in his mouth, to keep from moaning. And all of this going on right by his ankles, so if he moves he might kick one or both and another gasp, air sucked through damp lips. Neither of them have every been that attractive to Harry, but those noises are the universal sign and it's going on right. at. his. feet.

So of course his ankles start tensing up and Harry really wants to move, shift, toss and turn but he can't, he can barely breathe. In the middle of it, it goes quiet and he hears a whispered "fuck, did you just hit his foot?" and he tries to breathe as easily and normally as possible, slow like he's asleep, so that they won't know he can hear them. And then just as he's drifting off he hears them whisper, and the little gasps and rustling sheets start up again.

They wake up twisted in the blankets at the foot of Harry's mattress and Harry guesses no one's the wiser.

At breakfast, maybe he stares at them a little longer, until Fred sticks his tongue out. Maybe he's a little bit jealous, for a split second. Because they're always going to have an answer to the question "who's coming with me?" and watching Hermione and Ron bicker over eggs, he has a pretty good suspicion that he's not.

~

"It's. I mean, you're brothers."

"What?" George's hand was just barely on Fred's knee, he was just almost stroking his kneecap. A kneecap shouldn't look -- sexual, Harry thought.

"You're brothers," Harry repeats again, and then feels utterly stupid, because they're staring at him blankly, utter confusion written on either feature. Harry stammers something and gets the fuck out of dodge, because even if he's pretty sure that -- his mind can't think the word for embarrassment. He's sure that it's against basic societal rules, their expressions are clearly meaning something else. Something like, it's not taboo. And they like it.

Later, Harry mutters quietly to Hermione and her eyes widen. "Maybe it's, yes, I think I read something--" and of course she has. Harry gives her a minute, can see the thoughts going through her mind rapidly. "I think, it's that. magic was kept in all-wizarding families for so long."

"So, it's--" Harry's mind balks. "It's common?"

Hermione shrugs. "I didn't think so, but maybe." She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Did you really see them?"

"I, no."

"Then how do you know?"

"I just do." Harry's forehead wrinkles. It's okay. It's, Fred and George obviously think it's normal. natural. "What do you think?"

Hermione is looking at him a little funny. "I, I don't know."

"Oh."

~

And for a while, it's all normal, well, as normal as Weasleys' get. They get back to the Burrow and Harry thinks more about Dark Marks than he does about twins hold hands. Until suddenly until it's there again, and he sees it. Right in front of him, and in Percy's bedroom.

"What are you doing?" although he knows full well what they were doing. Fred grins and looks up and Harry's head reels slightly.

"Conspiring, what does it look like?" Fred sounds like he's talking to a twelve-year old. which Harry knows full well he's not. Because a twelve-year old would giggle stupidly at Fred's hand sliding along George's thigh, or George's forehead resting perfectly against Fred's neck. And he isn't even smiling.

"It's just," he begins helplessly, "I don't get. You're, tw-- you're brothers."

"C'mere, you." George says impatiently and grabs hold of Harry's wrist because Harry is closer to them than he thought.

"Percy, coming home--"

"Percy, working late," And again, Fred sounds a little mocking.

Harry frowns, but he doesn't say anything more, mostly because George kisses him. And it is all thin Weasley lips and sharp Weasley tongue pushing into his mouth and dragging along his teeth and burning up his mind.

He whispers "yes" at the same time Fred mutters "adheromora" and the door shuts tight and Harry realizes they know that spell quite well.

He feels useless like a twelve-year old when George's hand slips into his pants and cups his-- And over his head, Fred and George argue, but Harry doesn't understand.

"Go on. Try it on him."

"No, it's. Rmmm!"

"Yeah, but remember? It feels good."

"It does, but. Eh." George strokes and Harry moans, softly.

"Next time?"

"Heh. Next...time?"

"Well..."

"Definitely."

And it's all settled, so George lays Harry down on Percy's bed as Fred slumps down onto the floor and begins idly emptying his pockets. Harry smiles a bit, because right now he kind of likes George better anyway.

"Do I have much of a choice in this?" Since it is a little irritating.

"Yes." George sits up on Harry's hips and looks down. "'Course, Harry. So?"

Harry looks over at Fred, who glances up at him and then goes back to sorting the Wizzbees. "You're both really odd," he breathes.

"It's more fun that way," Fred's voice is muffled as George curves down to kiss Harry again.