Feeling like it.
Dinner had gone well, but Harry never fear that it wouldn’t, the Weasley were such loving, accepting people it couldn’t go any other way, Molly had immediately hug Andromeda and Teddy, saying that they could start the festivities now that the family was full and the twin had started to gently fight over who would be the first to hold their nephew -the whole family had laugh when Teddy cried in both of their arms, making them panic and passing him onto the nearest person- he ended up staying with Arthur for the most of the appetiser, only because Molly wouldn’t stop going in the kitchen with empty plates and coming back out with full ones. During dinner however, she didn’t allow anyone to take him from her complaining about how she had to enjoythe momentbecause none of her bloody kids wanted to give her grandchildren.
Now Andromeda was in the kitchen with Molly, Ron and his father were playing chess, Charlie, Bill, Percy and Fleur were talking about work, and Harry was talking with Ginny, a sleeping Teddy in his arms, they had break up when Harry, Hermione and Ron had left to destroy the Horcruxes, but they were still good friends.
Catching the twins escaping in the garden, trying not to get caught, Harry's interest got picked. He passed Teddy to Ginny, excusing himself and followed them.
He found them easily, they were sitting right outside the door, shoulders pressing onto one another and light, white, smoke surrounding their heads. They were silent -a rare occurrence with them-, simply bathing in the other presence.
The scene, as simple as it was, was beautiful, almost breathtaking. There was something so…strangely pleasing about seeing two identical persons communicating in complete silence, reading in the mind next to them as if it was their own and understanding every thought, as bent and blurry as they could be.
The spectacle was so peaceful Harry started backing up, feeling as if he had interrupted a precious moment, one he didn’t have his place in.
But as soon as he made the first step, George -or maybe Fred, he couldn’t make out the shapes clearly in the dark- turned his head and threw a smile his way.
“Harry, come sit.”
So he did, as he walked towards them they separated, making room for him between them, it's only when he got there that he was able to tell the difference between the two of them, George had been the one to call him, he could tell by the missing shape of an ear.
“You guys shouldn’t smoke.”
“Don’t worry for us little Harry.” This one was Fred, his voice was slightly lower, now that they had fully gone through puberty, than his other half, the distinction was so easily missed if you weren’t paying attention.
“Why do you even do it? I mean, I know why George started but why did you? And why don’t you stop now?”
“Well to be honest I don’t really know how I started, when I wake up and catch Goerge doing it I kind of just take on the habit?”
“And we don’t smoke that much, you know? We don't stop because we don’t have to.”
“We only smoke when we’re feeling like it.” The last part had been said by both of them at the same time, even after seven years Harry was still amazed by their ability to just meet each other at the ends of their sentences, like they were sharing the same brain.
“Because you feel like it…What does that even mean?”
“Don’t know. Why are you asking so much about it?”
“Want to try?”
“No. I simply don’t like knowing you're smoking.”
“Sirius and Remus smoked way more but you never told them anything.”
“They’re older than me! I couldn’t just reprimanded them for their habits.”
“We’re older than you, little Harry.”
“Will you stop calling me little, Fred? And you’re not that much older…”
“Nah.”
“It suited you well, little Harry.” George's tone was clearly mocking.
“I am not that small, guys.”
“Yeah right! And we’re not twins.”
Harry crossed his arms and pouted, really he was not small, below average maybe but he wasn’t small, the Weasley were just really tall people. And his height wasn’t his fault in the first place, Madam Pomfrey had told him that it was most likely due to the mistreatment of the Dursley. The lack of food and nutrients during his early years hadn’t allowed his body to grow and develop like it would have if he had been in a good household, the numerous injuries and the high levels of anxiety he had to face during his pre-teen and teen years, clearly hadn’t helped.
“Aww is teeny-tiny little Harry pouting?”
“Seriously?” Two identical smirks were flashing their answer in his face and it wasn’t long before a smile grew on his lips alongside as a light blush crept onto his cheeks. He turned his eyes to his feet, refusing to look at either of them until his skin returned to its normal honey-like shade. His frame closed on itself when two arms got thrown over his shoulders and he slowly melted into the embrace. “You guys truly are the worst.”
“Come on, be honest with yourself…”
“We know you love us.”
“Do I, really?”
“The simple fact that you dare pretend the opposite is a crime, Golden Boy.”
Harry simply blows a raspberry at Fred before resting his head at the intersection of George armpit and his torso. He was getting tired, his eyelids were starting to get heavy and the twins were offering him a warm, comfortable place.
“Anyway, what are you doing outside?”
“Felt like it.”
“Uhm Uhm.”
“And if you’re honest?”
“Wanted to know where you were going.”
“Spying on us now, are you?”
“Wouldn’t dare, would I?”
“I think you would, little Harry, don’t you Froge?”
“Nah, Gred. He just felt like it, said it himself didn’t he?”
“And what more do you feel like, little Harry?”
“Not much.”
Fred scouted closer, no longer brushing but pressing his thigh against Harry's own, at the same time, George pulled Harry closer to his chest, bringing the head of the smaller one in the dip of his neck, Harry’s cheek was pressing against George’s collarbone while his nose pressed right under the pronounced Adam’s apple of the tall body holding him.
“What don’t you tell us what it is? We might be able to help you…”
“Come one, you just have to say what you want…”
“I…I want y-”
Their lips were overing near his ear, they were talking slowly, articulating every syllable, they had put off their cigarettes long ago, but it was only now that one of Fred hands arises on his knee, almost circling it entirely, and the right one of Goerge took hold of his left one, his longer fingers folding over his smaller ones.
“Harry? Are you ready to go home, it is pretty late and we still have things to do.” The soft voice of his godson grandmother brings him back to life, making him scramble to get up and detangle himself from the twins.
“Yeah, I’m coming!” Saved by the bell, thanks Andromeda. “Uhm… I have to go.”
“You do.”
“We’ll see each other someday, right?”
“Right.”
“Goodnight guys.”
“Goodnight Little Harry.”
“Goodnight Golden Boy.”
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Coming back to Grimmauld Place is easy, everyone is kissing and hugging everyone goodbye, and Andromeda, Teddy and himself ended up stepping in the fireplace half an hour and three bags full of sweets later. As soon as they stepped out, Harry took Teddy up in his room and changed him to his pyjamas before bringing back to the living room, where Andromeda was serving two mugs and a nursing bottle of hot pumpkin milk. They drink fast and in a relaxing silence, before walking up the stairs and wishing goodnight to everyone before disappearing in their own rooms, Harry stopping by Teddy’s first.
That night Harry dreamed of two tall redheads…
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