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Chapter 15

Note To Self - When in the presence of fellow Gryffindors, beware of the appearance of snake wounds, it might come around to "bite you in the ass" (once again)

As Harry flew across the sky towards Gryffindor Tower he felt a harsh wind in his crotch area and was suddenly aware of the holes he had torn in his boxers. As he examined this he wasn't paying attention to where he was flying...

And ran smack into the window of the boy's corridor.

Fred an George were already by the window, snickering, debating how long they would stall before opening the window, if they would open it at all.

"Oi Harry!" Fred called loud enough for Harry to hear him through the glass.

"How's it hanging?" George chimed in, eyeing Harry's holy boxers with obvious innuendo.

"Would you guys let me in?!" Harry exclaimed. "It's bloody damn cold out here!"

"Certainly." George grinned at his brother.

"With pleasure." Fred replied, stifling another laugh.

They let poor Harry and his appendages dangle for another few minutes, shaking with so much laughter neither could reach the latch. Harry finally let out a growl of rage but it only caused them to go into another fit of laughter until finally George undid the latch before collapsing on the floor.

Harry flew in and Fred and George ducked while Harry plopped unceremoniously onto his bed, his broom stick discarded. He flopped out his limbs and before he could exhale Fred and George were on either side of him.

"Jolly good show you put on out there Harry, We couldn't have done it better ourselves." George said cheerfully.

"Well, if we did, would have worn better boxers." Fred snickered.

George walked over to the discarded broom stick so he could lay it up against the wall. However, when he picked it up he knew there was something peculiar about it. He turned it over in his hands, looking at it with hard, curious eyes. His finger ran over the mahogany and felt for the small lion carving that was in the handle of every Gryffindor broomstick, only to find a serpent etched in it's place.

"Harry! This is a Slytherin broomstick!" George shouted. Feeling betrayed that Harry would even touch a Slytherin broomstick. He dropped it suddenly, as if it had burned him and it fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ooh, what pray tell have you been doing riding a Slytherin broomstick?" Fred asked slyly with a wink.

"Just...went into the wrong closet when getting a broom, that's all." Harry said indignantly.

"Our closets are bright gold! How could you possibly miss it you've been on the Quidditch team since first year!" George exclaimed kicking the broomstick across the floor.

Harry began to think quickly, he didn't have many options. "Why would I want to mess up a Gryffindor broomstick?" Harry said in a tone about three octaves higher than he meant to, revealing his lie.

"Harry would have never pulled this stunt alone..." Fred trailed off slowly.

"Why didn't you ask us Harry? Who is better than us?" George said, feeling betrayed.

"Because I wasn't pulling a prank!" Harry shouted frustrated, then regretted it.

Fred and George stopped their banter immediately and both looked to Harry at the same time.

"You guys have to stop doing that, it's creepy." Harry remarked.

"Then what were you doing?" They both accused in unison, ignoring Harry's comment.

"I was...sneaking out." Harry said trying to stick as close to the truth as humanly possible since his lying skills weren't exactly up to par with the twins.

"From where?" George whispered, this little ruse captivating his interest. He sat on the bed and looked into Harry's eyes intently, trying to read him.

Fred noticed Harry rubbing his neck absentmindedly and pried Harry's hand off of it.

"Fred! Let me-"

"WOAH, did you get mauled by a bear?!" Fred exclaimed.

"Or a...snake?" George added slowly, raising an eyebrow, putting the pieces together.

Harry answered their question by falling silent.

Fred and George grinned and each other wickedly. "Hell yes!" they chanted together.

Harry looked at them in shock.

"Let me explain Harry, forging friendships with Slytherins is an impossible task but next to Gryffindors of course they are the best shag around!"

"Angry sex is the key to happiness..." Fred trailed off wistfully.

"We don't let ickle Ronnikins in on this for his poor virgin ears might suffer." George in a tone that was shockingly similar to Mrs. Weasley.

"But we have had our fair share of Slytherin shags...just to keep things interesting." George winked at Harry.

Fred and George both looked at Harry's stunned face and each clasped a hand to his shoulder.

"I always knew he was one of us!" George sniffed.

"A triplet!"

Harry groaned. This is not he had wanted OR expected.

"So who was it Harry?" George asked, his eyes burning with curiosity.

Before he had time to attempt to scrounge up another lie Ron busted in with his mouth full of Twinkie.

"Wff tooth cm dowg to wunfch wif Hermione and mf?

Harry looked at him incredulously. "What?"

Ron took a big swallow and burped. "I said, do you want to come down to lunch with Hermione and me?"

"YES." Harry said a bit too exuberantly and shuffled out the door before the twins could protest.

The twins were still sputtering behind him and he didn't quite know why until Ron made a comment.

"Um...Harry?" Ron asked his face turning red.

"What is it Ron?"

"Do you want to um...I mean...don't you want to put some clothes on?"

Harry looked down to see he was still wearing his shredded boxers.

"Bloody hell! Harry groaned and dashed back upstairs. He stepped over the twins who were rolling on the floor and retrieved a set of clothes from his drawer. He quickly went to the bathroom, threw them on and was downstairs with Ron in less than 3 minutes.

"Woo! That was fun!." Fred said wiping the tears from his eyes as Harry slammed the door behind him.

"Indeed, that is something we must do more often." George replied.

"Well, we might as well head back down to the Quidditch pitch, nothing more to see here and we have to set up for tonight's practice." George said.

"Righto, we might want to bring that broomstick with us, lest Snivlley think we stole it."

"Oh but that is so not like us!" George gasped like a batty old woman. "That would be positively criminal!"

"Criminal!" Fred agreed in the same tone.

George went to go pick up the broom stick that he kicked across the floor. He noticed another small carving opposite the serpent and realized this wasn't an ordinary run of the mill Slytherin broom stick. It was made of finer wood, and it had been personalized.

George looked at the smaller carving that he hadn't noticed before. His eyes went wide. "Fred! look at this!"

"What?" Fred leaned over and his eyes went wide as well. They both looked at each other, a wicked grin creeping to their faces.

"Well, this changes everything." They said in unison.

George hooked the broom stick with the initials "D.M." behind his shoulder and they walked out.

Please R and R