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Of course Harry Potter missed the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year. He should have been with his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, and his best friends, her brother Ron and Ron's probably-soon-to-be-girlfriend Hermione Granger, but instead he was stuck in detention with the odious Professor Snape. The worst part about this was not missing a last chance for sweets at Honeydukes or a cup of hot chocolate in Madam Puddifoot's, but that secretly, Harry was really quite content to spend the morning on his knees in Professor Snape's office, receiving step by step instructions on how to suck Snape's cock.
It was with no small degree of shame that Harry slunk back to the Gryffindor common room, grateful that at least no students he knew were likely to be present. He intended to creep immediately to his dormitory to clean up when a familiar yet completely unexpected pair of voices accosted him:
"Harry!"
The voices belonged to Fred and George Weasley, creators of Phallo-Gro, the penile enhancement potion responsible for Harry's liaison with Snape. Blushing scarlet, he turned and plastered a smile onto his face.
"George! Fred! What are you doing at Hogwarts?"
"We were in Hogsmeade, and we bumped into Tonks, and she said she thought it would be all right if we stopped by to say hello to Ron and Ginny."
"Didn't bother to tell us the students were already in the village, did she? So we got here, and McGonagall was friendly enough to let us in -- "
" -- I think she's still grateful we gave Umbridge such a hard time -- "
"...but Ron and Ginny were already out, so we decided to wait for them. Been teaching these first-years here how to play exploding snap." Fred winked, and a pair of awed-looking young students scurried toward the fireplace.
"Now then. How come you aren't in Hogsmeade with the others? Been getting in trouble with Malfoy again?" George asked sternly.
"It wasn't my fault..." Harry began lamely, before Fred winked and he realized that they meant his detentions from using the Sectumsempra spell, and the twins probably knew the whole story from Ron. "Um. Look, could we go someplace more private to talk? There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
Cheerfully, Fred and George followed him up to the dormitory, stopping to give some free samples from their Skiving Snackboxes to the younger students while Harry tried to work out exactly what he wanted to say to them. He couldn't very well come right out and ask, "Are you gay? Malfoy told me you had sex with him." What if Fred hadn't told George, or George hadn't told Fred? For that matter, what if Draco had been making the whole thing up?
Well, the Phallo-Gro was real enough, and Draco must have done something to get it. "Listen," he began as Fred flopped down across Ron's bed while George flopped across Harry's own. "I think you should know, Draco Malfoy's been spreading rumors about you two. Well, not spreading rumors exactly -- I think he only told me."
"Has he?" Contrary to looking upset, George looked positively proud of himself. "Did he say that we're the best fucks he's ever had?"
Harry's mouth fell open. What Draco had told him was true! "You...had sex...with Malfoy?" he asked incredulously.
Fred shrugged. "He offered. And I am not one to turn down an arse that nicely made, even if it does belong to a Slytherin prat who's the son of a Death Eater."
For a moment Harry was speechless. "But -- Draco -- he's a boy!" he finally managed to stammer.
The twins laughed uproariously at this, as if Harry was joking with them. "Yes, we noticed. He's very pretty but the penis was something of a giveaway," snickered George. "Do you mean to tell us that in six years of sharing a bedroom with boys, you've never let one suck your cock?
"Or wank you in the shower?"
"Why'd you think those stalls in the Quidditch locker room are big enough for two?"
"I thought maybe you were in there with Angelina and Katie, not each other!" stammered Harry, which again made the twins fall about laughing. He supposed that he should be relieved rather than unnerved -- apparently there was nothing strange about him whatsoever, for the twins thought it was quite normal for boys to have sex with other boys. Still, Harry didn't think it would be a good idea to mention Snape and his own experiences with Draco at this point. "I, um, sorry. Actually, I, ah, did, recently, have an experience of sorts, but I thought...well, never mind."
Instantly the smirks were gone from the Weasleys' faces. "Did someone get you to do something you didn't like?" Fred asked him seriously.
"No -- nothing like that." Harry blushed again, for although he had been telling himself that he had been coerced, deep in his heart he knew it wasn't true. "I just thought, you know, everyone jokes about poofs and makes fun of them..."
"Taking it up the arse does not make you a poof," announced George with a slightly defensive look on his face. "And even if it did, who cares?"
"If we can tolerate you going out with our sister, we really couldn't care if you've had it off with our brother," Fred agreed. Then, looking a bit too curious for Harry's taste, he added, "Did you?"
"No!" The idea of getting Ron to have sex with him was as absurd to Harry as the idea of...well, getting Hermione to have sex with him. "Ron doesn't have any idea...and, really, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him. Please."
"Done." George nodded, and Fred chimed in, "Actually, we'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him all the stuff we just said. Talking about sex with our younger siblings is almost as bad as the lectures we get from Bill about behaving responsibly."
"As if we've never heard stories about his reputation when he was at Hogwarts."
Harry was beginning to feel as though he had lived a very sheltered life, despite having faced Voldemort multiple times and having fucked Draco Malfoy while being sodomized across the desk of his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "Then you all, um, like sex with men?" he asked cautiously.
"A mouth," announced Fred importantly, "is a mouth. And a shag is a shag, with some minor differences...though we have ways to enhance those differences. Are you in the mood to be surprised, Harry? We have something that's going to change sex as you know it!"
"But I've already..." Then Harry clamped his mouth shut. If he explained to Fred and George that he knew about the Phallo-Gro -- that, in fact, his first time had involved Phallo-Gro -- they were going to figure out that he must have done it with Draco. Much better not to say anything...to play innocent.
George waved a hand in the air. "Even if you've already done the deed, I guarantee that you have not experienced anything like this," he said confidently. "Those Gryffindor boys...what do they know? Take it," he grinned, "from a man." Harry knew that it would not be a good idea to bring up having had sex with Snape, either -- let alone how good it had been -- so he simply nodded.
"We're working on a potion that will let a woman temporarily grow a penis so she can do this to you, too," Fred confided, though a moment later he looked uncomfortable, as if he had just realized that the woman who might be fucking Harry up the arse was his sister Ginny. "The point being, it's silly for people to be so uptight about who likes doing what with whom. We like doing it with everyone!"
"...though please don't tell Mum we said that." With a flourish, George pulled a vial containing a familiar-looking greenish substance from a pocket. The little glass tube itself was more ornate than the ones in which Snape had been bottling his version of Phallo-Gro -- Fred and George were putting theirs in vials decorated with tigers and other large virile animals -- but when Harry opened it and sniffed, the familiar terrible odor made him make a face.
Watching him, Fred grinned. "Trust me, it's worth it. Now, not too much!" he warned. Gamely, Harry let a drop fall on his tongue and handed the vial to George, who did the same thing. Harry had never before considered sex with both twins at once, assuming that he might have to choose one or the other, but now that it looked like the twins really did do everything together, he was very keen to place himself in a Weasley sandwich. He watched as Fred grinned and opened his mouth, tilting his head beneath George's hand, which spilled some Phallo-Gro onto his waiting tongue. By the time Fred had swallowed it, Harry was already growing long and hard and eager.
"Well? Let's see then," said George, grinning at him and gesturing at Harry's trousers which Harry quickly began to unfasten. Both Weasleys whistled when his cock appeared, nudging each other, then began to strip out of their own clothing.
"One of the real advantages of this potion is that it allows you to suck yourself in an emergency," Fred confided. Harry blushed, wondering why he hadn't thought of that before. It was true that, sitting on his bed, he could easily have bent down to suck the head of his enhanced cock, though he did not think he would enjoy that as much as sucking Draco's or Snape's and being sucked in turn...before he could go any further with that thought, he tripped over his fallen trousers and quickly leaped clear of them, hoping neither Weasley twins was a Legilimens.
Winking at Harry's hastiness, George said, "So, you've done this before, have you? Top or bottom? What's your pleasure?"
"Ehrm..." Clearing his throat, Harry tried to reply, but before he could decide which to choose, the twins gave each other congratulatory hand-slaps and spoke together:
"Both!"
Blushing and grinning, for he had noticed that he was bigger than both Fred and George, who were certainly nothing to sneeze at, Harry said, "Yes."
George raised his hand. "Bottom," he called, tossing aside the rest of his clothes and flinging himself down on his belly on Harry's bed with his legs spread. George had a very nice arse, Harry decided as he approached it -- not as smooth as Draco's, for the twins really did have freckles everywhere, but that just gave Harry dots to connect as he ran a finger over George's skin. "Hey, mate! That tickles!"
Fred, meanwhile, had finished undressing as well, but he came over carrying his wand, aiming both locking and silencing charms at the door. "What's your code?" he asked Harry.
"My code?" Harry turned from his exploration of George's posterior to see what Fred was talking about.
"Your code! How you and the others signal each other when privacy is required. Scarf tied around the doorknob? Fake notice about a meeting on the bulletin board?"
"We, ah, don't really have a code," Harry blushed. He didn't think it would be fair to tell Ron's brothers that Ron was still a virgin, and he was pretty sure Neville and Seamus were, too, and if Dean wasn't then Harry fervently did not want to know -- at least Dean and Ginny had never locked Harry out of his own dormitory, though that had probably been to stop Ron from committing murder.
"No code!" the twins recited together, scandalized. "That's something you're going to have to work on as soon as the others get back," Fred warned. "We're working on a line of affordable privacy screens, but Filch will probably ban them from the school."
"Well, they won't be back for the rest of the afternoon, anyway," Harry said, fervently hoping that it was true. Even though he had spent most of the morning sucking Snape and being sucked in turn, his oversized penis was fully erect, eagerly anticipating sex with the twins. He wondered whether they had done it with each other before anyone else, and if that was why they didn't blink at the idea of doing it with other boys; he was pretty sure that neither Fred nor George would have done anything as significant as losing his virginity without the other there to egg him on. "Did you, um, bring something? To make it, you know, slippery?"
"You mean you haven't even got lube hidden in your trunk?" demanded George. Harry shook his head. "I can see that we need to be selling preparedness kits at the shop. Lube, towel, inflatable pillow, all wrapped up in cord that can be used to tie someone up, and charmed to look like a textbook. Teach him the spell, Fred."
"Get your wand." Harry hurried to fetch it, then returned and mimicked Fred's stance, legs slightly spread and wand arm stretched directly outward, before he saw Fred hide a smirk and realized that he was being much too literal. "You stand here," Fred moved Harry between himself and George, aiming his wand arm at George's buttocks while Harry enjoyed the feeling of Fred touching and manipulating him. "And I stand here." Fred got behind Harry, aiming his wand at Harry's bun. "The spell is: Madefacio!"
Instantly Harry felt warm, wet and tingly, as if someone had just given his arsehole a thorough licking. It was a delightful sensation. "Madefacio!" he repeated, concentrating on his wand as something white seemed to spurt from the tip. A moment later George gave a moan and wriggled.
"Not bad for your first time, Potter," he grinned. Harry blushed again, but it was impossible to be embarrassed for long around the Weasleys, who were again winking at each other and grinning in anticipation.
"Now, let's see if this is ready," said Fred, reaching around Harry and stroking his cock. His hair brushed against Harry's neck and his hand felt good, and Harry thought he might be happy just to lean back against Fred and be wanked while George looked back at him over his shoulder, winking and adjusting himself on Harry's bed which was a very appealing sight. But he really wanted to fuck George -- he had never, after all, fucked anyone he genuinely liked -- and he found the idea of Fred in his own arse far less troubling than Snape, even though Harry had to admit that Snape in his arse had been extremely satisfying, and fucking Draco had really not been objectionable either...
This line of thought was making him very horny, and Fred's skilled hand was only exacerbating the situation. "I think we'd better get on with it," he said awkwardly, squirming away from the fingers and moving closer to George, who rose up on his knees.
"What's easiest is probably if you kneel behind me, and then Fred can get behind you," he suggested. Nodding, Harry reached out to stroke the curve of George's arse, then slid a finger down the crack to see if George was as warm and slick as he felt himself. "Ooh!" moaned George, pressing back against Harry's finger, which easily breached his body and slid inside.
"Mmm," said Fred appreciatively, watching. Harry wondered whether it was strange to watch your own twin have sex, knowing that you looked and sounded pretty much the same, but he found the idea quite exciting. He really needed to fuck George before he couldn't last! Shuffling forward on his knees, he took his enormous penis in hand and pressed it against George, slowly pushing it inside. "That's it," enthused Fred as George groaned deeply, not appearing to feel any discomfort -- it figured that the Weasleys knew a spell that would take care of that, too -- and Harry tried not to thrust too fast.
"This is my first time having sex in my own bed," he realized, speaking aloud. George and Fred both let out self-congratulatory whooping noises as George pressed back, taking Harry in deeper. It felt very nice to be inside George, though in a different way than the wicked thrill Harry had felt during his first time when he had fucked a somewhat resistant Draco while Snape watched.
George was all cheerful enthusiasm, tossing his hair and muttering, "Oh, yes -- that's it," while Fred moved in behind Harry, fingering his arsehole and probing inside it with two fingers. That also felt nice, though, again, without the sense of dirty hot shame that Snape had given Harry that time with Draco...and not nearly as filthy as finger-fucking himself with Snape watching greedily, giving Harry orders as he waited for him to ride his cock. The memory made him groan aloud softly, and George groaned with him.
"Like that, do you?" asked Fred, withdrawing his fingers and snuggling in close behind Harry with his cock resting between Harry's buttocks. "You should have come to us sooner. We could have spared you whatever traumatic experience you have had with buggery..." The cock-head was now nudging at Harry's slick hole. "We've been practicing with each other for years."
For all the times Harry had thought it must have been unpleasant for them in the Burrow, having to share a room all those years, he couldn't help but be amused. If Ron had guessed what his brothers had really been up to when they locked their door and he thought they were working on a prank! "Fuck him good, Fred," George was groaning, swaying back and forth on his knees to fuck himself on Harry's giant penis while Harry tried to hold still so Fred could enter him. There was some discomfort at the stretch, but no pain -- in fact it all felt rather warm and sensual and -- well, nice.
Fred slipped his hands past Harry's hips to hold on to his brother's, ensuring that they would all move together. It was comfortable to give himself up to Fred's rhythm, and satisfying to hear George's cry of pleasure when Harry reached beneath him to stroke the older boy's swollen cock. "Oh, perfect," moaned Fred. Harry couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the Weasleys -- they had been able to do this whenever they wanted, and apparently there had been none of the agonizing about whether it was wicked or wrong that Harry himself had gone through after that first time with Draco, when he and Draco weren't even related.
"Harder," George gasped. "Shove it in, you won't hurt me, I'm used to it..." Harry obeyed, and behind him Fred increased the force of his thrusts as well, propelling Harry deep into George's tight arse. For a moment he felt like an intruder -- Fred and George knew one another so well, they each knew what the other liked -- but then he wondered whether perhaps that got a bit boring for them. Being in the middle of a Weasley sandwich was deliciously enjoyable, and yet Harry didn't have the same thrilling tightness in his gut that he had felt both times with Snape; the terror, he realized, had been a turn-on.
Fred was pumping in and out of him with enthusiasm, thighs slapping against the backs of Harry's. Briefly Harry wondered whether the twins ever spanked each other and if perhaps they might spank him. He imagined them taking turns, stretching him out between them and kissing each other over his prone body -- oh, he would like to watch Fred and George kiss! But he didn't think that he dared to ask for that. It was enough that they did not think he was a freak of nature for wanting to shag boys. Their near-identical groans filled the room, and Harry realized that both twins were close to coming; while his mind was whirling with questions and fears and concerns, they were simply enjoying him.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensations of what was happening to his body. George's arse was squeezing and releasing around him as he stroked George's cock, hugging Harry's cock like George didn't want it to escape. Fred had his elbows bent against Harry while he gripped George's hips, embracing them both; his thrusts propelled him deep inside Harry and pushed Harry deep into George. The three of them together were making wet, squishy slapping sounds, making a mess of the covers on Harry's bed, even making the bed itself creak. Harry wondered what sort of silencing charms they had used at home, or maybe they had kept quiet some other way; he pictured Fred and George twisted like a pretzel, sucking each other off at the same time, then he pictured George tied up and gagged while Fred grinned mischievously up as he mouthed his cock.
Now that was a wonderful image, and Harry shuddered softly, feeling himself swell inside George. "Fred," he grunted, shoving back urgently. "Keep going -- oh, I'm coming -- "
"FUCK YES!" cried George, trembling beneath Harry, and a moment later he felt hot liquid coating his palm as it spilled out of George and onto his bed. At the same time, the tight channel Harry was fucking twitched and tightened. Fred let out a shout as if he could feel it too, slamming deep into Harry. It was enough to set Harry off, and he spurted into George. Fred kept thrusting for several seconds longer, arms wrapped around his brother beneath Harry, before he went rigid and came with a shout in Harry's ear that nearly deafened him.
Crawling forward a bit, George collapsed face-down on the bed with a happy sigh, detaching himself from Harry's cock. "Oof," snickered Fred, sliding out of Harry, twisting around him and diving down next to his brother. "Shove over, there are two more of us."
With a lazy grin, George turned over and reached for Harry's hand. A moment later Fred did the same, and the two of them dragged him down between them, winking at each other over his head. "Am I right that you've never had anything like that before?" asked George smugly.
Harry did not think it would be wise to explain that, while he had been sandwiched between two men before (namely Snape and Draco) and while he had taken Phallo-Gro before (both Fred and George's original formula and Snape's illicit version of the same), what was new to him here were fantasies of watching Fred and George together, mirroring each other's actions or doing the opposite -- taking turns immobilizing and tormenting one another with pleasure. "It was fantastic," he agreed, blushing.
"Don't be embarrassed," said Fred. "Nothing wrong with wanting a little cock in your arse -- or in this case, a great big cock in your arse!"
"Yours is practically the biggest one I've had yet," said George dreamily. "About the same as Malfoy's, I think."
There was no reason to tell them that he knew for a fact that Malfoy's was bigger, Harry decided. Instead he asked hesitantly, "You really had sex with Draco? Did he, um, did he do it for a reason? Was it just that he always wanted to do it with brothers, or something?"
Fred and George exchanged a look that Harry couldn't read, but he noticed that their smiles had vanished. "It was just sex," Fred said, shrugging. "We wanted to test the Phallo-Gro, he wanted..."
"...a good time," finished George quickly. "I get the sense that you take all this far too seriously. You're young! You have years ahead of you to meet someone to settle down with. In the meantime, you should be having fun!"
"Even with someone like that?" asked Harry dubiously.
"When it comes right down to it, who better?" Fred mused. "He's attractive, he's obviously experienced. Not too picky about whether he'll top or bottom. I doubt he'll gossip, because his father's the sort who might kill him if things got around."
"If his father ever gets out of Azkaban," chimed in George. "The point is, if the sex is good, who cares if he's otherwise a git?"
Again Harry thought of Snape. "Well, what about people who are somewhat older?"
"D'you fancy a seventh year?"
"Um, I meant, ah..."
"Teacher!" Fred and George cried out together. They were grinning, but Fred continued, "Oh, bad idea. They can get kicked out, you know! And really, none of them are all that fanciable, though when Trelawney's drunk she'll try to..."
Elbowing his brother, George said, "The point is, they're more trouble than they're worth. Besides, can you imagine what someone like Snape would do?" Harry blushed deeply. "If he found out, he could hold it over your head forever!"
"Oh...if he found out!" Smiling in relief, Harry nodded. As much as he had been afraid that Snape would tell Dumbledore what had happened between them, he suspected that Snape would be equally reluctant to have the Headmaster know. He felt another pang of guilt at not having let the twins know that Snape had recreated their enormous penis formula, but he couldn't see how he could bring that up without revealing things he was pretty sure he should keep to himself.
A noise from the direction of the staircase made all three of them jump. "Bugger," said Fred. "I was hoping we could do it again."
"You'll have to come visit us when you can!" added George. "If we do end up buying Zonko's, we'll be spending quite a bit of time in Hogsmeade next year." Both twins winked, then, as if they had one mind, they sprang up from the bed and dove for their discarded clothes.
As Harry was scrambling to Scourgify and stuff himself into his own robes, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Here -- you'll need this." Fred pressed a small vial into his hand.
"It's all right, guys. You don't have to give me samples. When you start selling the potion, let me know how much..."
"First of all, we would not dream of taking money from our very first benefactor," said George in an affronted voice.
"And secondly, this is not Phallo-Gro," added Fred.
"It's not? What is it?"
"The antidote," the Weasleys recited together.
"Antidote!"
"You didn't think we would create such a potent potion without an antidote!" Fred looked scandalized. "What if you'd given yourself an enormous penis and then you unexpectedly had to hop on a broom to London? Can you imagine flying with that thing?"
"Or if Professor Dumbledore called you to his office to lecture you on storing fireworks in the Potions cabinet?" demanded George. "You wouldn't want to walk into his office with one of these, would you? That man notices everything!"
Harry did not bother to mention the fact that he was unlikely to hide fireworks in the Potions cabinet. His mind was too busy contemplating this new development. An antidote! This meant that he could have an enormous penis any time he wanted, and make it go away with a couple of drops from this new vial. But more importantly, it meant that he knew something about Phallo-Gro that neither Snape nor Draco did. This created all sorts of possibilities.
"Thanks," he said cheerfully, letting a drop fall onto his tongue. Unlike the Phallo-gro itself, the antidote tasted rather sweet, and the feeling in his groin was pleasant as his penis compacted itself, making his balls tighten as well.
"Now you can put your trousers on, but you've still got a bit of a stiffy," teased George. "Here, let me help you with that..."
And as George went to his knees, and Fred moved behind Harry to support him and nibble at his neck, Harry was not in the least sorry to have missed the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year.