| Title: | Mischief Manifest | Author: | Rhysenn | Rating: | NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Remus Lupin | Summary: | "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for." | Warnings: | | Author's Notes: | This is an alternate scene inspired by the PoA movie, but there aren’t any real spoilers. It has been ages since I wrote any smut; many thanks to my excellent beta-readers, amanuensis1 and conversant, for convincing me this was worth posting at all :) My Livejournal My Website | Story: |
It was another Hogsmeade weekend, and Remus recalled with bittersweet fondness his own days as a student in Hogwarts — up until his fifth year, these visits were the only times he glimpsed the Shrieking Shack from the outside. He remembered how James would nudge him each time they passed by, and whisper, It won't be much longer, Moony. We've nearly got it. Nearly.
Now in his office, Remus strolled over to his desk — the Marauder’s Map lay open, its secrets revealed. He had confiscated it from Harry two nights ago, although a part of him knew James would have been very disappointed that his son had lost possession of it. But with Sirius Black murderously intent on finding Harry, Remus was taking no chances of the Map falling into wrong hands.
That was probably why it was also a good idea Harry didn’t have permission to go to Hogsmeade, although it was a shame that Harry had to spend the day alone. Remus looked at the clock — it was just after lunch. Perhaps Harry might like some company. Moreover, Remus regretted having been so harsh with him the other night, after Snape had caught Harry in the corridors with the Marauder’s Map.
Unfolding the Map to reveal the different parts of the castle, Remus’s eyes sought out the one dot amidst the sprinkle of shimmering dots that was labelled Harry Potter —
— and to Remus’s surprise, he discovered it in a classroom on the third floor, along with two other dots named George Weasley and Fred Weasley.
Well, Remus thought, it was nice of the Weasley twins to keep Harry company while his friends were away squandering their Sickles on sweets and magic jokes. The novelty had clearly worn off for the older students — after all, Remus remembered, by his fifth year, Hogsmeade visits were a bore in comparison with their monthly adventures under the moonlight.
All the same, he still wanted to have a word with Harry — there was still the matter of Harry having seen Peter Pettigrew on the Map. Surely that must have been a mistake.
"Mischief managed," said Remus softly, tapping the Map lightly with his wand; those words felt familiar, like lyrics from a childhood song. He carefully folded up the blank piece of parchment and left his office.
The classroom was on the far end of the third floor, near the stairwell leading to the Divination classroom. As far as Remus knew, it was disused — no teacher quite fancied the idea of Professor Trelawney stopping by every now and then with cordial words of doom and death.
When he reached the third floor corridor, he found it deserted and quiet, except for the distant sound of footsteps and chattering from other parts of the castle. But as Remus approached the classroom at the end of the corridor, the distinct sound of laughter, quick and breathless, made him stop.
The door was very slightly ajar; not enough for him to see what was happening inside, but Remus was sure that the sounds he heard had originated from within the room. Cautiously treading nearer, he felt an urge to push the door wider open — but he didn’t want to be seen, not just yet.
A Peeping Spell that Sirius had once taught him came to Remus’s mind. The boys had found it in an adult wizarding magazine, and it could make any material — wood, steel or otherwise — temporarily transparent to the caster. Needless to say, the girls’ bathroom had been a popular choice for experimentation back then.
Remus raised his wand and held the tip to the door. He muttered the spell under his breath, and waited as the wood shimmered briefly before turning transparent, like darkly tinted glass. Remus leaned closer to take a look at what was going on inside the classroom — and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Harry was inside — he was lying on his back, naked, on top of two desks that had been arranged together. And with him were the Weasley twins. Both of them were also undressed — one was pushing Harry’s legs apart, moving to stand in between them, and the other twin was leaning down to lick Harry’s stomach, moving lower…
"Feel good?" Remus heard one of the twins asking, he couldn’t tell which — but an emphatic moan from Harry confirmed that together, the both of them were doing everything right.
He watched the first twin stroke his hands down Harry’s thighs to grip his ankles. In a smooth movement he lifted both Harry’s legs in the air, and the other twin moved forward, holding Harry’s thighs up and back.
"Look at him, George," one of them said, with a pleasurable sigh. "He’s so — "
"— so beautiful like this. Isn’t he, Fred?"
"Oh yes. In fact," the first twin took a step back, a grin on his face, "I could stand here all day just looking at him."
Harry made a strangled sound.
"Please," he said breathlessly, "oh please, George, just — I need —"
The twin that Harry called George chuckled, and his hands slid in between Harry’s legs. Whatever he did made Harry gasp and shiver and writhe. Meanwhile Fred held Harry’s head still as he carefully removed his glasses, setting them on a table out of reach. Then he bent to kiss Harry’s chest, placating him as George’s fingers worked quickly, deeply inside Harry’s body.
Moments later George withdrew his hand and stepped closer — Remus caught a glimpse of George’s hard cock, pushing up against Harry’s entrance. Harry wrapped his legs around George’s back and George rocked forward, teasingly; Remus had to swallow hard and bite his own lip to keep from making a sound as he saw the way that made Harry’s toes curl.
"Just relax, Harry," George said soothingly. Harry let out a breathless laugh, and spread his thighs wider apart; and Remus could see from the tension in George’s lower back that he was pushing forward. Harry flinched as George’s cock entered him — he let out a ragged, positively debauched cry, which was swiftly silenced by Fred’s mouth as the other twin kissed Harry, muffling the boy’s soft, panting sounds.
Remus clenched his fists at his sides, willing himself not to react, not to get… aroused by the scene unfolding before his eyes. This was Harry, he thought fiercely to himself, his student, James’s son — Remus felt his face burn with shame as his own cock hardened at the sight of George Weasley slowly fucking Harry Potter, long and hard and deep enough to make Harry gasp frantically, arching off the table. At the same time Fred Weasley gamely took charge of the rest of Harry’s naked, quivering body; he sucked on Harry’s nipples, his hand creeping lower to grasp Harry’s cock.
"So tight," George panted, breathing harshly, "god, so fucking hot —" as he shifted forward and angled his thrusts to hit a deeper spot inside Harry, making the boy jerk and shudder and moan George’s name.
Remus gave up trying to fight the heat that was making his cock strain in his robes; he closed his eyes, but only briefly. When he opened them again, George was moving faster, his cock plunging in and out of Harry with such force that the desks shook almost as loudly as Harry’s cries of pleasure.
"Oh god, Harry —" George groaned as he came — he rocked back and forth, still inside Harry, pouring himself out deep inside the boy beneath him. Harry’s whimpers as he twitched under George seemed to echo endlessly in Remus’s ears.
Remus’s hand slid between the folds of his robes, closing over his cock, already aching and wet with anticipation and unfulfilled desire. George had just stepped away, and the image before Remus’s eyes was so overwhelmingly erotic that it hurt — Harry, lying on the desks, looking thoroughly ravished. His legs were flung apart, and come was leaking from his ass, reddened from George’s enthusiastic fucking — and he looked so young and smooth and tight.
Harry lay back, propped on his elbows; his face was flushed, and he smiled at the twins as Fred moved forward to take George’s place. Remus saw the way Harry’s eyes widened as Fred quickly slid two fingers inside Harry, using his twin’s come as lubrication, and then positioned his cock at the slick entrance.
George was stroking his hands over Harry’s chest, playfully pinching his nipples, still moist from Fred’s sucking earlier on. George’s mouth dipped lower and closed over Harry’s cock; Harry let out a soft purr of appreciation, but it quickly turned into a sharp, breathless cry as Fred suddenly pushed all the way inside him in a single stroke.
The sensation of being sucked by George while Fred held him down firmly and fucked him with a hard, pounding rhythm was more than Harry could take — he thrashed helplessly, almost sobbing as he finally came inside George’s mouth, with Fred’s cock still ramming into him, pushing deeper with each thrust.
Harry’s keening cries seemed to stroke Remus’s cock — oh gods, Remus thought desperately, he couldn’t, not here —
He tore his gaze away, the last glimpse he saw being Fred bending over Harry and riding him hard and fast as George moved up and kissed Harry’s open mouth deeply, muffling Harry’s frenzied gasps with his tongue —
Remus bolted from the classroom, and didn’t stop until he was finally back in the safety of his own office. He slammed the door shut, locked it, and threw himself against the closed door, his breath coming in short, erratic stabs.
His hand automatically moved down and closed over his cock, and he began to stroke himself. Harry’s screams of pleasure were still ringing in his ears, and all Remus could think of was the way Harry had bucked and writhed as the twins each took their turn with him…
Remus exhaled in a painful groan — this was Harry, but he couldn’t help himself. The wild pulse throbbed in his veins, stripping him down to his true nature — as he tightened his hand around his cock, all he could think of was how it would feel to be Fred, or George. His hand moved of its own volition, pumping faster as he imagined himself thrusting into the boy’s tightness — the heat, the wrongness, the touch of that young body pressed against him, wrapped around him —
— and Remus came, hot spurts drenching his hand as he gnawed desperately on his knuckles to muffle the sound of Harry’s name; the taste of blood in his mouth was bitter, and behind his closed lids flashed streaks of wild moonlight and green lightning. | E-Mail the Author: | iscaris@livejournal.com |
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