Chapter 102:
Harry nodded. "Ingenious."
"If you hadn’t lent me those books I wouldn’t have found out how to do it," Draco said. Harry had lent him some of his less age appropriate books over the summer when Draco was complaining about a lack of inspiration. He knew the boy wouldn’t judge him and as they were not actually Dark arts books, Harry didn’t fear lending them to his sort of cousin.
Harry smirked. "I’m glad I could help." ~
As Neville and Draco’s pranking vendetta continued, Harry wasn’t surprised when he was suddenly pulled into a hidden alcove. He had felt their approaching magical signatures and he was wondering what they wanted.
"Look here, Gred!"
"I can see Forge, we’ve caught ourselves a baby bird—"
"—a naughty baby bird, who’s making our ickle Ronniekins very mad—"
"—oh, yes! Very, very mad!" Harry laughed at their byplay before he felt a pang in his heart as he remembered the last time he had seen his Fred and George acting like this, so carefree and happy. He had missed them and seeing them together made him realise just how much.
"Not that I don’t find myself loving being hidden in dark alcoves with handsome men, I must ask, what do you want?"
Fred and George sent each other shocked looks before they burst out laughing,
"We like you," they said simultaneously.