A/N: I just want to thank all those who have read. I know a lot of people don't like to review until they've read the whole story, but I would love to know if I seem to be doing okay and keeping everyone's attention and of course, making you all laugh! Anyway, I plan on five chapters and a very special Epilogue that you cannot miss.
Here's chappie number three. Gee, I wonder what this chapter could be about…
Double Your Pleasure and a New SPEWHurriedly Harry changed into his Quidditch gear and took flight as soon as he could. Thankfully, once he was up in the air, his strange encounter with Colin was pushed to the back of his mind.
After a few loops and dives on his Firebolt, Harry caught sight of Ron practicing at the far end of the pitch. A large smile broke across his face and he enthusiastically waved over at his best mate. It seemed that Ron was too intent in his practicing to notice. For the second time that day, Harry's smile fell and instead of going over to chat with his friend, Harry left Ron to his drills.
Slowly the other team members swept up to the field and team drills began. After a while they divided to play a scrimmage game, leaving Harry to watch the other players from some distance above while he kept an eye out for the snitch.
He found himself several times distractingly watching Ron block the goals. A swelling pride would fill his chest whenever the redhead would make a good save and he felt a strange sympathy (instead of shame) whenever Ron let a goal through.
Harry had temporarily forgotten about his search for the snitch as he continued to gaze over at the redhead. He watched as Ron's arms stretched out to deflect the Quaffle, noticing how long and strong his best mate's hands and fingers were. Harry couldn't help but grin as he thought about how much his friend had grown since that first day they met on the train.
"Harry! Watch out!" A bat swung a hair's length from his face beating away a Bludger. Startled, Harry reared back and saw Fred Weasley hovering next to him watching the impact of the hit.
"You gotta get your head back in the game," George Weasley said, gliding past them.
"Oh, er…" Harry shook his head to clear it. "Thanks."
"No problem!" the twins said simultaneously before sweeping off after the Bludger. Harry watched as their identical red hair swept back in the wind as they sped away. He couldn't help but notice how they gripped their bats tightly in the right hands, calling out taunts to their fellow teammates. As he stared after them, a glint of something golden caught his eye and he took off after it. Now all his attention was directed to something other than his redheaded teammates.
Concentrating fully, he dipped, swayed and raced after the snitch. The rush of the wind swept through his hair and echoed in his ears. Leaning forward he coaxed the Firebolt to move faster as he extended his hand towards the golden ball dodging teasingly just from his grasp. With one extra push, his hand wrapped around the buzzing ball, the wings fluttering manically in his palm. Harry did a sharp turn, waving his hand through the air as he came back down towards his teammates. Angela Johnson, the captain for that year since Oliver Wood had graduated, called practice soon after.
In the locker room, Ron hardly glanced his Harry's way as he hurriedly took his bundle of clothes and went to the showers. Harry stepped into the shower area only a short while later, but Ron had already gone. He hadn't even seen the redhead leave. With a mixture of confusion, disappointment and anger pooling in the pit of his stomach, Harry showered and dressed with deliberate slowness.
Fred and George were arguing while they hurried back to the locker room.
"I told you we should have just got him in the shower…" George grumbled.
"Well, if you weren't the stupid git that forgot the potion…" Fred accused.
"I'm telling you, we might not need it."
"No matter, it'll make it better for him…Remember, it's supposed to be all about him…sort of…" Fred got a dreamy expression on his face as he entered the locker room.
"I just hope we didn't miss him…There's just something about Harry that makes me want to…" George was cut off as Fred elbowed him in the ribs as they came into sight of the raven-haired Gryffindor. They stopped and watched as Harry slid his robes over his shoulders gracefully for a moment before approaching him.
"Hi Harry!" the twins greeted as they drew in to sandwich him between them.
"Oh, hi," Harry couldn't help but return their contagious grins.
"We want you…" George began.
Fred let a slight pause linger before adding, "To help us with something."
Harry looked from one twin to the other, noting how their freckles danced across their nose and cheeks. As George brushed his deep red hair out of his eyes, Harry was struck by how much they resembled Ron.
"What did you need?" he asked.
"You…" George licked his bottom lip.
"To test a new potion we've been working on," Fred hurriedly finished, glaring at his brother.
"Me? I thought you tested things only on yourselves." Harry looked at them quizzically.
"It's sort of a third party-type potion," Fred explained, slapping at George's hand as it reached up to touch Harry's hair.
"What about Ron?" Harry knew what sort of things the Weasley twins concocted in their room at the Burrow and was more than a little skeptical.
"That would be wrong," Fred said.
"Yes, incestuous," George agreed.
"Totally against the rules of fan fiction."
"At least on some sites," George muttered under his breath.
Harry blinked in slight confusion yet recognition and was about to ask about it when Fred continued.
"See, we came up with this potion specifically for you, Harry."
"For me?"
"Oh, yes!" The twins nodded eagerly at him.
"It's made to enhance certain, erm…well…" Fred bit his lip, trying to think of a way to explain it.
"Sensations." George finished.
"Yes, sensations." Fred looked at his brother gratefully.
"What do you mean? What sort of sensations? Like will I hear and see better?"
"Uh, no, more like…well…"
"See, Harry," George drew his arm around the raven-haired boy and gazed into his brilliant green eyes. "This potion should help bring out certain feelings you may have hidden, no matter how deep in your subconscious they lie. But somewhere, you have to have these feelings, or else it won't work. It won't make you do anything you don't already want to do on some level. So, there's a possibility it may not have any affect on you at all."
Fred finally caught on and wrapped his arm around Harry's other side. "It will be nothing but good."
Harry raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"See, it's a feel-good potion. Not a prank," George insisted.
"I don't know…" Harry said unsurely.
"Please, Harry?" the twins whispered softly, one in each of his ears, their breath hot against his neck. Slowly a familiar burning sensation began deep within his stomach.
"Okay."
Fred produced a vial of purplish-looking liquid and held it out for George to uncap so neither twin had to release Harry from their hold. Harry eyed the potion with an odd mix of excitement and dread. Instead of handing the vial to Harry, Fred brought it up to his lips for him to drink. Again Harry glanced at each twin in turn before allowing Fred to tip it to his lips for a sip.
Harry pulled a face at the bitter taste, but it wasn't as bad as some other potions he's had in the past. Fred and George looked at him expectantly.
"Um," Harry smacked his lips, "I'm no sure it's working…" Suddenly, he became very aware how close the twins were to him. A warmth was spreading throughout his entire body and his fingertips and toes began to tingle. His knees grew a bit weak and he leaned back into the twins' arms for support.
"Hot now, Harry?" George breathed in his ear in a low voice. Harry nodded and the two redheads helped him remove the robe he had just moments ago put on.
Fred leaned forward to lay the robe on the bench near the lockers and Harry caught an aroma from his hair that reminded him of lemon drops. Then George bent his head down to undo Harry's tie and a button or two of his shirt and Harry realized his hair smelled sweet like honey. Harry let out a little giggle.
"How perfect that you both smell like lollies-yet George," he touched George's nose playfully, "is more sweet, and Fred," he turned and did the same to the other twin, "is more sour."
Fred and George looked over Harry's head in surprise.
"You know the difference between us?" Fred asked.
"Yep." Harry grinned looking at each of them in turn, wondering if they each had a different taste, too. "Do I win a prize?" He hardly realized he was flirting.
"MMmmm..Maybe…" George was ready to swoop down onto Harry's mouth but Fred put out a hand to stop him. George glared daggers at his twin as Fred said to Harry,
"But first, how 'bout another drink of potion?"
Harry shrugged and welcomed another sip from the vial in Fred's hand. This time the bitter taste was gone and was more grape-flavored, reminding Harry of a Muggle cold medicine Aunt Petunia used to give him to make him calm down and go to sleep at night when he was young. (a/n—come on, your mom never gave you Dimetapp to put you to sleep, even when you weren't really sick? My mom used to do it to my baby sister all the time.)
Again the twins watched with anticipation. This time Harry's knees did give out and he began to slide down the lockers to the floor. Instead of holding him up, Fred and George slid down along side of him. Harry put a hand on each of their thighs as they curled around him.
"How do you feel now?" George asked quietly, nuzzling Harry's neck.
Harry just smiled and sighed. George put his hand up to the younger boy's cheek and turned his head towards him. The redhead's lips slowly came down upon Harry's. After a few moments of a slow chaste kiss, George's tongue snuck out and teased Harry's lips, asking for entrance.
Pulsating jolts ran through Harry's nerves and straight to his groin as he eagerly returned the kiss, enjoying the feel of his tongue sliding against George's. He did taste sweet like candy.
Fred watched for a minute or two before taking Harry's chin in his hand and pulling him gently away from George. "My turn," he whispered before taking Harry's lips in his own. Instantly Harry responded welcomingly to the kiss. George had begun to discreetly unbutton the rest of Harry's shirt.
Fred pulled away from a disappointed Harry who automatically turned to George for another kiss. This time George actually stopped Harry.
"One more sip. Then it's all finished," he said.
Fred brought the vial up and again Harry took it. Quickly Fred shoved the empty vial in his robes before turning back to watch Harry's reaction.
Harry's body was humming and he was completely aware of his aroused state. His clothes felt restricting and found himself begging to have them removed. Fred and George complied easily with this request, yet they did it with deliberate slowness. George finished unbuttoning Harry's shirt, but they didn't slide it off his arms right away. Instead, Harry felt hot, wet lips on each side of his neck and two hands sliding up the back of his shirt while two more hands began to stroke his chest. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a loud moan as the button on his trousers was finally snapped open.
Harry's skin continued to burn as he was touched, kissed, and licked by two sets of lips and hands.
"So," he gasped, "are you both identical everywhere?"
Fred grinned against his ear and growled, "Maybe…Are you sure you can handle both of us?"
"Of course. I have two hands…"
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In the corner of the common room, Hermione and Ginny sat at a table huddled together quietly conspiring. A shoebox sat on the table overflowing with pins and next to the box was a stack of computer paper print-outs.
Ron flew into the room and over to them, hovering agitatedly.
"Hermione," he hissed impatiently when the two girls didn't stop their conversing and acknowledge him. "Have you been able to help me with Ha…I mean with my problem?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny before they both looked up at Ron with a frown.
"No, actually, I haven't. Why don't you just be a man about it and take care of it yourself?" Hermione sighed.
"But Hermione! I told you why! I don't think he would…"
"How do you know he won't?" Hermione asked.
"I don't, I guess…But what if it ruins everything? That's why I need you to help me!" Ron began to pace around the table.
Ginny watched this exchange with interest and began toying with one of the buttons from the box. Hermione sighed in defeat.
"Okay, give me a few days to work on it, Ron."
"A few days! I'm totally going to burst! Do you know how hard I was, I mean, it was to be at practice watching Ha…him flying around with that broomstick between his legs?" Ron licked his lips and let out a short whimper.
"I can only imagine," Ginny grumbled. Hermione shot her a warning look before putting an arm out to calm Ron down. She guided him to the last empty seat at their table. "I will help you. Just be patient, or else do it yourself."
Ron opened his mouth to spout off again, but closed it abruptly as he caught his friend's stern look. There was a long pause as Ron scanned the table, looking for distractions. He noticed the pin Ginny was still flipping around in his fingers. His eyes widened as he groaned.
"Ah, no. Not more SPEW stuff! And now you've got my little sister in on it too!" He shook his head at Hermione.
"Actually, it was her idea to start it up again…" Hermione began.
"But you know the elves like work, don't you? I mean that's what they do…"
Ginny cut him off. "It isn't about the elves. This time it's about us."
Ron looked at the two girls quizzically for a long moment. "What do you mean, about us?"
"Not about us," Ginny said, waving a hand around the table, "But about us," she pointed at her and Hermione.
"Yes. Ginny and I decided…" Hermione nodded towards her friend with a sly smile.
"That since all you guys seem bent on running around shagging each other, or at least one certain bloke, that it wasn't fair to us girls."
"What do you…" Ron scratched his nose awkwardly.
"We have a good feeling many other girls at Hogwarts will agree and want to join the new SPEW—Society of Penis Envious Women," Hermione stated smugly.
"Wait a minute, I'm sure not all the blokes are…" Ron trailed off as he followed his sister's gaze towards the portrait hole. His twin brothers sauntered in, their heads together as they whispered animatedly. After a moment, Ron was about to turn to resume his conversation with Ginny, when he took note of their appearance. Not only were their clothes very rumpled but it looked like George's robes were actually on inside out. Their hair was mussed and they seemed to have a glow about them. When they walked past, Ron caught something in the air and whipped about in his seat, looking for Harry, read to bolt, but found his best mate was nowhere to be found in the common room.
Ron turned back to scrutinize his brothers' appearance once again as they sank into cushy armchairs by the fire. He was so intently contemplating their appearance that Ginny's loud, angry voice made him jump a bit in his seat.
"Just where have you two been?"
George totally ignored her anger and smiled at them all dreamily. He opened his mouth to speak, but Fred quickly cut in with,
"It's none of your business, 'lil sis."
"What have you been doing?" Ginny demanded, reminding Ron of how his mother looked when she caught them in the act of trouble.
Again Fred hurried to speak over George, who was still grinning like a prat, a far away look in his eyes.
"That's also none of your…"
"Have you seen Harry? He hasn't come back from practice yet and I was wondering if you might have seen him at the pitch…" Hermione asked suddenly.
Fred seemed to loose some of his composure and glanced guiltily at George who was ready to rejoice to the world with his news.
"You just couldn't leave him alone, could you!" Ginny began to get up, but Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her back down in her seat. She darted her eyes at Ron who sat watching the strange exchange, scratching his head in confusion. Ginny glared at Hermione for a moment and then huffed silently to herself.
Meanwhile, as this exchange was going on, the boys and some of the girls in the common room were edging closer and closer to where the twins were seated. Soon the twins were surrounded by several Gryffindors who had thoughtful, yet silly grins on their faces. Dean Thomas took a deep breath in, as if filling his nose with a wondrous aroma.
"Merlin. You both smell like Har…" Dean was stopped as a button hit the side of his head. Hermione picked up another button just in case someone else decided to open their big mouth.
"This is unbelievable! I'm leaving!" Ginny got up and stomped towards the portrait hole. As she was about to push through, it swung open as someone else came in.
Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw Ginny, but he seemed a little dazed and was swaying a bit. His hair was even messier then usual and his robes were unclasped and falling off one shoulder. Ginny leaned forward and sniffed, narrowing her eyes. She scoffed and shot a deadly look over at her twin brothers.
"Gits! I think I'm going to be sick!" she screeched before pushing past Harry and flinging herself out of the portrait hole.
Harry turned and looked into the room, suddenly very aware several pairs of eyes were staring at him. Ron turned a shade of pink and jumped up muttering about needing to go to the library. As the redhead swept past him, Harry wanted to reach out to stop him, but found himself too tired and too unbalanced to raise his arm. As the portrait swung closed, Harry still found himself at the center of the room's attention.
"I'm going to take a nap," he announced before dragging himself up the stairs to the dorm.
Dean, along with Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom, began to get up but Hermione pointed her wand at the three shouting, "Stay!" and they eased back down in their seats. Hermione then turned and glared at the twins.
"You two! Showers!"
With frightened eyes, Fred and George shared a short look before nodding to each other. They stood up simultaneously and headed off for the showers. Hermione went and opened a window to let a breeze in.
On the way back to the table, her eye caught an empty vial laying in the crook of the chair Fred had been sitting in. She reached down, picked it up and then held it up to her eye, examining the remnants of the purple liquid making a ring at the bottom of the vial. Biting her lip she whispered,
"Oh, Merlin. What have they done?"
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