August 20th –still too early in the morning-

Harry sighed quietly, watching Bill go back down to the living room before chancing a glance towards Fred.

"So…" Harry internally cringed at how lame that had sounded. He'd just gained his first boyfriend, his first kiss, first snog and met the famed Bill Weasley yet all he could say was 'so'.

Fred chuckled as he pulled Harry in close, basking in the feel of holding the smaller teen against his bare skin. "Yeah, Bill tends to have that effect on people." He chuckled playfully, his hand brushing lightly against Harry's lower back.

"What, no! That's not. I just. I mean-" Harry stammered, now worried he'd given the wrong impression and embarrassed by how easily he'd become flustered.

What was wrong with him? A few kisses and he was losing all his nerve.

Harry's face turned an even deeper shade of red while his boyfriend –Merlin, Fred Weasley is my boyfriend- continued chuckling quietly.

"It's alright Harry, I know what you meant. It's all a bit overwhelming innit?" Fred gave Harry a cheeky smile; he was happy and wanted to make sure Harry knew it. "You wanna come back to our room and wait for mum to have breakfast ready?"

Fred made to turn back and guide Harry towards his and George's room but Harry had frozen on the spot.

"Wait, what about George?" Harry asked, guilt obviously weighing down his words. He was now worried of how George would react to this; the weirdness between them after what Harry inwardly called 'the shower incident' was long gone but what if Harry dating Fred came between the twins somehow?

There was also the fact that Harry really did like the both of them equally, was it fair to date one of them if he still liked the other?

Harry was startled out of his worries when a large warm hand cupped his jaw; he looked up into Fred's brown eyes. The humour was mostly gone, replaced by genuine curiosity.

"What about George, Harry?" Fred searched Harry's face; he was a bit surprised to see guilt there. What would have Harry feeling guilty at the mere mention of George?

It was an unfortunate yet common occurrence for the twins to be approach by some hopeful suitor who'd somehow plucked the courage to ask one them out. It never took long for Fred and George to get said suitor to guiltily admit they had no clue which twin it was they wanted to date versus the one they actually approached. They had all worn their guilt openly.

However, since Harry could easily tell the difference between them that scenario wasn't likely. Also, Harry wasn't the kind of person who would have said yes to Fred if it was George he fancied.

Fred continued to observe Harry, who was still blushing in embarrassment, slim yet calloused fingers twisting at the hem of his thin sleeping shirt.

"It's just I don't want. I. Whatifhedoesn'tlikeme?" Harry rushed out.

"I'm sorry could you repeat that last part?" Fred teased.

Harry rolled his eyes with a huff. "What if George doesn't like my dating you?" Of course it wasn't really what he'd originally said –he'd surprised even himself when the words had burst forth- but there was no way he was going to repeat his shameful desires.

"Ah, is that all you're worried about?" Fred asked doubtfully. Fear that a sibling wouldn't like them and guilt over liking someone else looked very different and he wasn't seeing either. Whatever it was, Fred got a feeling he wouldn't get

anything out of Harry for now, the best thing he could do was put the younger teen at ease. He'd figure it out later.

He held his hand out for Harry, "George likes you just as you are Harry."

And that's when Fred saw it.

Hope flitted across Harry's face before the guilt came back threefold. So Harry did like George but Harry obviously liked him as well. It took very little time for Fred to figure out that Harry likely fancied them both and felt guilty over it, which was understandable though if Fred was honest with himself, unwarranted.

Similar situations had arisen in the past, especially with some of the older students at school. People who wanted to know just how similar the Weasley twins really were, if they really shared everything.

It would have been nice to have someone they could have trusted but those people had never really liked them. Those people had only been into it for the thrill.

Harry was different though, very different. He knew them both, appreciated them as a team and individually. Harry knew their differences as much as their similarities, he cared about them so much that the idea of George being hurt or that Harry liked the both of them while dating one was enough to cause him a lot of obvious discomfort.

The simple affirmation that George liked him regardless had caused hope to bloom beautifully, albeit shortly, in those amazing green eyes.

The way Harry had smiled at Fred's own declaration. The happiness Fred had felt as he had kissed and held Harry.

All these things told Fred that Harry was the one person with whom that sort of arrangement could work.

Fred smirked, "Harry, I think I know what's going on," he raised a finger to hush Harry's question. "Why don't we go talk to George and sort this out? Mum will be down soon and I'd rather avoid having to explain to her what it is we're doing out

here." He gave Harry a wink and the smaller teen chuckled whilst nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, I love your mum but well." Harry smiled as he followed Fred down the corridor.

"Oh I know." Fred wrapped his arm around Harry shoulders.

George twisted in his bed for what must of have been the 20th time, unable to settle into a comfortable position. He hated the he was awake so early in the morning but Fred had made a racket on his way to the loo and he hadn't been able to fall back asleep since then.

Now that he thought about it, Fred hadn't returned yet which was strange. Given the early hour the bathroom was pretty much guaranteed to be available. He hoped his brother wasn't sick from the latest batch of pranks they'd just tested. That would mean it would only be a matter of time until he was sick as well.

His thoughts turned to Harry. Not an uncommon occurrence since the younger teen had come to live with them.

With a heavy sigh, George pushed himself up, shoved his pillow up on the headboard so his could sit comfortably.

Harry was truly blossoming –for lack of better word- since he'd come to call the Burrow home. Their mum lavished him with affection and food. Lots of food. That thought caused a quiet chuckle to resonate in the room. Poor Harry had eventually stopped trying to deny her and had simply taken to sneaking his extra portions to Ron once he'd had his fill.

Yes, life at the Borrow was doing great things for Harry. For George however, each day that went by only strengthened his belief that he was carrying a serious torch towards Harry and not just a simple crush.

The door creaked open; George called out –his eyes still closed- "D'you fall in or something?"

"Or something" Fred's amused voice answered.

"Uh?" George frowned, opening his eyes to see Fred guiding an uncertain looking Harry into their room. George would later blame it on the early hour but Harry had rendered him speechless.

George could only stare as the person that had occupied his thoughts not but a few moments ago stood there, in the middle of the room wearing short cotton boxers and a loose flimsy looking tank. He tore his eyes off of Harry's alluring form and looked to Fred for answers. Strangely enough all he was able to gleam from his twin was genuine happiness and excitement.

"Mornin' Georgie boy, glad to see you're awake."

It took George a few moments to collect himself before he could string something coherent together. "With the bloody racket you made I'm surprised you didn't wake the whole house! As it is, seems to me you've roused poor Harry here outta bed." He beamed toward the younger teen. "Mornin' Harry, welcome to our humble abode."

"Oi!" Fred protested taking a seat on his own bed. "He was up all on his own, I had nothin to do with it; nearly ran me over in the corridor. Coulda broke somethin'!" He smiled widely, a smile George could read easily– the one that said he was planning something. "In fact I think I might have to lay down, must be the shock setting in. Harry why don't you sit with George."

Harry who'd been standing awkwardly in the middle of the twin's small room hadn't really been paying close attention to the exchange between brothers. Instead he was studying the mysterious room. No one ever went into the twins' room; mostly because it was usually locked but also because of the random explosions and strange smells.

Harry was surprised by how orderly yet messy the place was; two single beds, one up against each wall, were free of anything aside from sheets and pillows. Harry smiled at the fact that Fred's bed had more pillows than blankets which made it look like a nest rather than a bed. George's had only one flat pillow at his back but

a mountain of heavy looking blankets neatly draped over his legs. It was wonderful to be able to gleam all these simple yet meaningful differences between the two people he had grown to care so much for.

The room seemed to be split in two; not one side for each brother, instead the first half was clearly the actual bedroom portion of the room. While the far half, as well as what seemed to be the part of the room which saw the most use, was what Harry could only conclude to be the twins' 'lab'.

It was during this final thought that Harry heard Fred's suggestion to sit with George. He blinked a few times, trying to recall the conversation he hadn't been paying attention to. Not wanting to stand there in the middle of the room and possibly reveal he hadn't been listening, Harry took Fred's suggestion; choosing to sit at the end of George's bed.

"Morning George." Harry greeted before giving Fred a searching look. He only a got a quick wink in response. What was he planning now?

"So Harry, what has you up and about at this unconscionable hour?" George prodded while he most definitely did not stare at Harry like a star struck fool.

"Oh um, bathroom actually," Harry paused, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt. "But I got distracted and well yeah." He let his sentence finish off in uncertainty. He knew his face was starting to flush at the thought of just how the distraction had come about.

Harry let his gaze drift to Fred who was lounging gracelessly in his bed, the red head's long legs propped up on the many pillows crammed onto the small bed. Fred had propped his arms behind head, the grin on his face was mischievous as always but Harry smirked when he spotted the light blush surfacing under those many freckles.

The exchange wasn't missed on George. He frowned, he knew those looks and for the first in memory he felt Fred was keeping a secret from him. A secret he would likely have a hard time getting over.

George felt the urge grab his pillow from the head board and chuck at his brother. His eyes fixed on Fred commanding his twin to look at him, to stop messing about for once and get on with it.

Fred turned to his brother, feeling the eyes on him. His smile faded once he realized he'd let himself get side tracked. "Now, now brother," He freed himself from his pillows, it was time to clear the air. "I'm afraid Harry has been keeping a secret from us." His lips twitched despite his best effort.

"Fred?" Harry cut in warily, his fingers tightening in shirt. Had this all be a trick, was Fred about to actually betray him.

"Harry, its fine." Fred soothed as he made his way across to George's bed. He motioned for Harry to move over so he would be sitting between the twins. "You see, when you so gallantly inquired about how George would feel should you and I... well." He gave his brother and Harry a meaningful look. "I had an epiphany of sorts."

George for his part was even more confused. He knew his brother had always been more... theatrical but this was getting ridiculous. Not to mention poor Harry looked like was about to either puke or make a run for it. Perhaps even both.

He gently leaned forward, rested his large hand on Harry's exposed knee. "Don't mind him Harry, Fred likes to put on show." He explained, hoping the younger teen wouldn't bolt. "Fred," George warned. "Stop being a prat and out with it."

Harry was panicked, how in the name of Merlin had Fred figured it out! His eyes left George's comforting browns and turned to glare murderous at Fred but was flabbergasted to find the teen actually pouting.

There was a loud put upon sigh from Fred. "Fine, I had whole big plan going but we'll do it your way." He wrapped an arm tenderly around Harry's shoulders, giving him his most sincere look. "Harry, you're rather marvelous -and I'm not talking about that boy-who-lived drivel. You are so much more than that." Fred beamed as the teen's face went from guarded to stunted and blushing. "Not to

mention how gorgeous you are. Fact is, it's alright that you like the both of us 'cause we like you too."

Harry was speechless, actually he reached for his upper arm and pinched himself, hard. Nope, not dreaming. His heart thumped loudly, just like it had back in the hallway when it was only Fred and him. Now it was Fred, George and him. It was unbelievable, amazing and frightening all at once. Something that was a recurring trend in Harry's life.

The dark haired teen turned to George, who'd been having a silent conversation with his twin while Harry's brain was going 'round in circles.

"Fred's right Harry," George's throat felt dry but once he'd gotten the clear from his brother; that this was serious, that Fred thought they could have a relationship with Harry. He couldn't help but feel giddy. "If you'd like to of course, we would be happy with you." George let his hand lightly travel from its spot on Harry's knee to grasp the smaller teens shoulder.

"What?" Harry's brain had officially shorted out. They weren't saying what he thought they were, were they?

With a encouraging nod from Fred, George leaned in and brushed his lips against Harry's. Barely a moment past before the kiss was returned, it was a short kiss but it had George's heart hammering and his breath seemed to have run out of him.

"Oh." Harry gasped quietly with a large grin blooming on his face.

Fred snorted, ruining the moment. "Oh, he says. Well I guess it's better than so."

Harry turned and smacked Fred's naked stomach. "Prat!" He let George pull him into a hug, his back resting on the red heads chest. The twins chuckled and he couldn't help laughing along with them.

Authors Note

I am so so sorry everyone. I can't believe its been so long since ive posted for this story. I really hope the new chapter (which was really hard to write btw) at least made up for the wait a little bit. Its very freshly done, so if there are mistakes, please let me know.

I know have gotten some pm's (long while ago) but i had trouble signing in for a while so im sorry if i didnt answer some of you. Mostly it was folks wanting links to my more explicit version of this. So I'll just let you guys know here. You can find this fic, and some others, on ao3. The tittles are the same but my pen name is different. if you cant find it send me another pm, i swear i'll be able to answer promptly this time.

Well lets hope the muse keeps singing and for more chapters to come swiftly.

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