I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry. Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast. Does he not realize he could have died? Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit. I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing. Wouldn't want to tempt him."Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest." I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty. Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?"Fucking, no good, worthless—"The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside. What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"
"Seems he's not learned much, brother," Fred says standing between Ron and I and plopping down between us. "Budge up there will ya?"George sits beside Ron and drapes one arm over Ron's shoulders. "Now… where should we start plucking?"My eyes widen and Fred leans in to me. "Head I'd say. Not sure we'd find much elsewhere as young as these two are." He looks me up and down then gives me a cheeky wink."I think you're going to make a rather handsome Harry, Fred.""Why thank you, George. Though I'm not certain we do much with your looks Ron.""Shut it, eh." Ron says and I chuckle. I think he looks pretty damn good myself. Ron looks at me and clears his throat then turns to George. "Ever heard of personal space?""Ever heard of a breath mint? Honestly, no bird's ever gonna snog you with dragon breath like that," George says fanning his face. He slaps Ron's cheek and pinches it before calling out to Fred.We exchange a quick glance and Ron's ears turn bright red."Right then… If we're going to get this over with…""We best get started, eh?" Fred pulls two vials from his robe pocket and hands one to George."Alright Harry, let's see those short and curlies, eh!""What?" I gasp and he chuckles."You really need to relax Harry. I was only joking." He drapes an arm around me and I suppose he and George synchronized their movements because Ron and I yelped at the same time and rubbed our heads where they had each plucked a few hairs.