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The Feverish Excitement was Highly Infectious	By : Arukas80085 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: (1/1) The Feverish Excitement was Highly Infectious¹

Author: Arukas

Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling and all others that she has given the rights to. Obviously, I am not one of those people… I did quote “The Goblet of Fire” a couples times: The title¹, the first sentence², and the last sentence³. No profit was or shall ever be gained from this story.

Summary: Seriously, if you had 4 teenage boys in a single room, who are all excited and have testosterone pumping through their systems because of an upcoming qudditch game, what do you EXPECT to happen?

Warnings for this chapter: oneshot(?), language, oral, manual (HJ), anal, 4some, M/M/M/M, underage/sex-between-minors, incest, twincest, frottage, ass-to-mouth, self-hating-gay

Rating for this chapter: NC-17

Background: This had 4 inspirations: “caught the gay” and then 3 quotes from the 4^th HP book (as stated in the disclaimer). I thought it kinda of interesting that they skipped instantly from dinner to just before leaving for the World Cup. Nothing about “oh, and they were so excited they stayed up all night talking” or anything. Just talk at the dinner table about Percy’s workload and then BOOM! right on to Harry being shaken awake. Very odd Ms. Rowling… There might be a second chapter which tells of what Bill and Charlie are up to, but don’t get your hopes up… Also, this is kind of like the book where it’s third person, but still kinda from the point of view of Harry. So some bits and pieces are missing since they aren’t directly happening to him. Does that make sense?

Word Count: 4,804

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“Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room²,” Ron had said when Harry had first entered his bedroom earlier that day. He had forgotten all about it until the twins followed them inside of Ron’s room where three mattresses had been placed on the floor. Excited talk about the Quidditch Cup continued on as they all shed their clothes- except their boxers, of course. Harry just happened to look over at the twins while they were undressing. Nothing wrong with that. And he happened to notice that George (or was it Fred?) kicked his mattress over slightly so that it was right up next to the other twin’s mattress. And was that a wink?

“Right, ‘Arry?” said Ron.

Harry snapped his attention over to Ron and searched his face for some sort of clue about what he was saying. Why couldn’t Professor Trelawney teach then face-readings?! Obviously she’s mastered them for all of her phony “future telling” skills. “Uh…”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, don’t pay attention. That’s cool. I only just let you stay here and then get free tickets to the greatest thing to ever happen in your life!” He elbowed Harry in the ribs playfully and chuckled. “Naw, s’alright. I was just saying how it’s going to be impossible to sleep tonight.”

“Oh… yeah, right. Totally.” The faintest of blushes creep across his cheeks. Why did he sound like an idiot all of a sudden? He was only just standing there in his boxers in a tiny room with 3 other guys who also are only standing in just their boxers. Must just be the heat. “Oy, Ron. Can we crack open the window or something? Four people in a shut off room is going to make it hot in here.”

George chuckled as he grinned over to Fred. “Gonna get hot in ‘ere he says, Fred. What ya reckon is going on is his mind?”

Fred opened up the window, since he was the closest. He wore a grin that matched his brother’s. “Dunno, George. Suppose we should ask our dear brother Ronald? Surely he would know best… It’s his room and friend and all that.”

Ron swallowed hard and glared over at his brothers as best he could. “S-shut up! And don’t call me Ronald!” Then after a slight pause he added, “And don’t be causing no trouble tonight… We have company over… and stuff.” His eyes shifted over slightly to the raven haired boy standing on the other side of his bed.

Harry looked confusingly back and forth between the Weasley boys. He felt like he was missing something really important. After worrying his bottom lip for a moment, a curious habit of his when he was trying to figure out puzzles, he shrugged slightly and sat himself down on his little mattress on the floor directly to the right on Ron’s bed. “Eh… Anyways, yeah… It’s probably gonna be hard to fall asleep. We shoulda played some more Quidditch or something before we came up. Ya know, to tired ourselves out. Oh! Does your mom have any Robotussin? That shit will knock you right out.” Harry grinned a bit as he stared off into space, remembering how much of a godsend that medicine was when he was stuck at the Dursleys. Harry Potter was not one for abusing medicine, but when the choice is knocking yourself out or risking the chance of getting expelled from Hogwarts because he turned his wand on those muggles… Well, what would you choose?

“Robo-whats-in?” Ron asked quizzically, a red eyebrow arched.

A voice from the foot of Ron’s bed answered. “Oh, I think I heard of that. It’s a sleeping potion muggles use when they’re sick and can’t fall asleep.”

Then another voice close to that one added, “Yeah, Dad told us about it one time. Someone accidentally confiscated it and turned it in to his office.” Both twins laughed. “Oh well, it shouldn’t be too hard for us to fall asleep, right Ron?”

Harry watched as Ron clumsily reached over toward his lamp to put it out. He could have sworn the youngest red headed boy was blushing. “Shut up, George. Leave us alone and just go to sleep.” Sniggering answered him as the room was suddenly swallowed up by darkness and bed sheets rustled around a bit.

Harry sighed to himself as he reached over to set his glasses down on the night stand next to the bed before settling himself down, laid facing Ron’s bed. He was so sure he was never going to get to sleep. But next thing he knew he was being woken up by some hushed voices just past his feet. He was still very drowsy and didn’t make them out at first, until he heard a stifled moan. Oh Merlin! He thought to himself, was the scar a warning? Maybe they’re being attacked right here! Right now! …Wait… that doesn’t make very much sense, why would-? But his internal argument was cut off then he heard Ron’s voice.

“Unnngh… I told you not tonight. Not with Harry right here! If he finds out he won’t want to be friends any mo-AHmmmphrmph…” It sounded like something had covered his mouth because the last bit was muffled. Harry craned his neck cautiously to look up and confirm that Ron’s bed was indeed empty. He went to reach for his glasses but pulled back quickly when another voice spoke up.

“Oy, oy… Don’t worry so much. As long as he has that blanket on, he won’t wake up. Mum gave him her favorite enchanted one that puts you to sleep.”

“And keeps you asleep,” chimed in a very identical voice.

Harry looked over and saw that the enchanted blanket was kicked off. He figured with how hot the room had gotten he- wait, why IS the room so hot? He sneakily grabbed his glasses and crawled over to the other end of his mattress. He stuck out his head just slightly to see one large, blurred, white and red figure. Carefully putting on the glasses the blur transformed itself from one massive blob to 3 distinctive shapes. Distinctive and NAKED shapes. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat as a jolt ran down his spine and ended at his crotch. It was then that he noticed a familiar smell in the air. It kind of reminded him of the Quidditch locker rooms. Oh, and the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory. Hm… the Gryffindor commons room, too. And if something was added, a few classrooms at Hogwarts as well. Harry shook his head a bit to focus. Now was not the time to remember smells.

Ron was sitting in one of the twins’ laps as the other one was laying on his stomach in front of him. Harry noticed that the one twin (“Oh Fred!”), okay- George, had Ron’s hands secured behind his back and was forcing his legs apart while Fred was doing… something. He tried to move over slightly to see what it was, but he brushed up against the bed which gave a great creak. The overly-skinny boy froze up as three redheads turned to look at him, one with a look of horror on his face and the other two with amusement.

“Looks like he have a curious one, don’t we George?”

“That’s right. Ronny’s slutty lil voice must have woke him up. Say you’re sorry, slut.”

Ron had his eyes clenched tight, his face tomato-red. He tried to turn away, but George grabbed a hold of his hair to keep him facing Harry. When the grip in his hair tightened a couple teardrops formed at the corner of his eyes as his mouth moved a bit.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you and I’m right here, so I’m pretty sure your best friend way over there couldn’t either. You should apologize for that too.”

Fred’s head disappeared behind Ron then and soon after Ron’s eyes shot open and he gave a weak little scream. After panting a bit, he looked Harry in the eyes and blushed an even brighter shade of red (which Harry didn’t think was possible). “S-sorry that I woke you up, Harry. And sorry for not speaking loudly enough for you to hear at first.” He paused for a moment as a shudder rippled over his body. “A-and sorry for being… mmm, for being such a s-slut.”

George let go of Ron’s hair and was petting the sore spot now while cooing sweet nothings into Ron’s ear. He looked over at Harry and smirked at the look Harry had on his face. He recognized that look. He wore it himself not that long ago. A mixture of intrigue, disgust, flattery, embarrassment, and hope. It was an odd mix, but perfect for situations like finding your best friend being molest by his twin brothers or finding your little brother masturbating to a photo of you and your twin having sex together. “Don’t worry, Harry. All the rooms are charmed so that no one can hear anything if the door is closed.” When Harry still didn’t move, not even a muscle to relax his face, he continued, “Why don’t you come close and get a better look then? You were going to anyways, right?” He turned back to face his two brothers now.

Harry licked at his lips which suddenly became dry and continued to sit there for just a moment. Maybe this was all a dream? Yeah! But that kinda hurt a bit when he brushed against the bed. Not painful so much as discomforting. But he was pretty sure that all pain couldn’t be felt in dreams. The green-eyed boy then crawled over closer to the trio and gasped.

Fred had his head buried in Ron’s lap. As he moved his head back Harry could see that Ron’s penis was fully hard and was currently in the twin’s mouth. Another jolt went racing through Harry’s body and his cock gave a bit of a twitch. The room was completely silent, besides Ron’s raggid breath and soft moans, as Fred continued to bob his head up and down the younger boy’s length. Then he stopped and looked up at George with a hazed look in his eyes. “Hey, if I’m going to be performing, can I at least get a change to be impressive?”

Ron shook his head wildly as George shifted him over. Fred helped George situate Ron’s legs to get them to wrap around the twin’s hips, leaving the young red head to lie on the floor between George’s still outstretched legs. He still had his hands secured behind his back, which led Harry to realize they must be tied or something. Now in his new position, his cock was standing up right next to George’s who was a good couple inches longer. He continued to shake his head and kept muttering “no” and “I don’t want him to see” and stuff like that. The twins just kept grinning. Fred was now kneeling to the right of his twin and reached over to pull his face closer to his own. It was bizarre for Harry to see two identical faces making out with each other, but it still sent that pleasant jolt through his body. His mind drifted slightly before getting snapped back to reality.

“Harry… Why don’t you ditch the shorts and com round to the other side of us so you can see better?” Fred asked with a lusty voice. Harry turned his eyes away from Fred’s. “I’m not gay…” he muttered, more to himself than them. He closed his eyes when he felt a hand rustle his hair.

“It’s okay… just blame it on the moment. ‘The feverish excitement was highly infectious¹’ or something like that, ya know? You’re all excited for the big game tomorrow… You got adrenaline and testosterone coursing through your body. You can smell sex in this tiny, little room… It’s not your fault you got a bit horny, right? And ya know what they say, mouth’s a mouth, hand’s a hand, and an ass is an ass…”

“Yeah, or if you decide to do it again with lil Ronny here while at Hogwarts you can just blame him… or us I suppose. Just say you caught the gay.” The second twin (George probably) sniggered to himself a bit before making a slightly painful sound. When Harry looked over at them George was rubbing his side where, as Harry guessed, he must have got kicked in the ribs from a flustered looking Ron.

It sounded convincing enough. It almost sounded like they might want him to join in even! But he was still worried by the whole “gay” thing. He chewed at his lips some more as his eyes kept looking to the group and then quickly away repeatedly.

Fred noticed the hesitation and moved his hand down from the black hair to cup Harry’s chin, tilting his face upwards. “Harry, relax. Sexuality isn’t black and white. And it isn’t something that happens over night. You don’t have to be either straight or gay; there is a lot of gray area between. Bisexual, trisexual, pansexual… There are hundreds of labels out there, just do what feels right for you and then worry about the name later, okay? If you don’t want to join in, then just crawl back under that blanket and it will put you right back to sleep. You can forget the whole thing and pretend that it was a dream... But if you want to come and play with us, you are more than welcome to.” Fred then dropped his voice to a whisper and leaned in closer to Harry, “Ron really wants you tom he’s just nervous is all.”

Harry nodded and Fred smiled. He leaned over in the other direction (it’s a very small room you see and it doesn’t take much movement to get from one place to another) and gave Ron a small open mouthed kiss. Nothing fancy, just enough tongue so that Ron could taste his precum in his older brother’s mouth. Just then Ron looked over at his bed and locked eyes with Harry.

Harry had just climbed up there to make his way over to the other side of the group, to get that better view. When their eyes locked though he stopped. Without even thinking he reached down and hooked his thumbs into his boxers. The raven haired boy inched them down slowly and smiled to himself slightly as Ron’s eye’s darted down to watch as the creamy pale skin slowly came more and more into view. When Harry’s hardened cock started to become visible Ron gave a slight moan into his brother’s mouth and shuddered. Fred pulled back and looked up at Harry who suddenly realized that all three were watching him, not just Ron. In a fit of embarrassment he shoved them the rest of the way off quickly and slid off the bed to plop himself on the floor in front of them. He covered himself up a bit and blushed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Like that it was totally normal to give a bit of a striptease and then sit naked in front of his friend and his friend’s brothers. To-tal-ly normal. Oh Merlin, what the hell was he doing?

Fred smiled sweetly as he grasped his two brothers’ cocks into his hand. He began to pump them slowly. The darkened flesh of the heads glistened in the moonlight thanks to the dribbling precum running down from the slits. Harry swallowed again for the umpteenth time that night as he watched, green eyes transfixed to those appendages. His own hand stirred slightly, gently brushing up against his cock. Harry jumped slightly at the sensation, barely aware that he even done it. He heard a chuckle (or two maybe) somewhere off in the distance. But right now, all that consisted of in his world was that hand job.

But then, a mouth slowly began to approach those two mismatched penises. First it enveloped the longer one. Just the head a first. Rosy lips curled around to create a perfect “O” to tightly grasp it. As the mouth descended further, the slightly smaller dick rubbed against a cheek. There was a loud groan as the mouth took the cock right down to the base. Apparently something wonderful was going on inside of that mouth because the groaning kept changing volume. The mouth moved back up and then paused for a moment. A deep breath was taken before it went back down again- this time with both cocks inside!

Harry gasped. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The black haired teen leaned back on his right hand as he grasped himself with his left. The sight before his was just so erotic. Green eyes focused intensely on the bobbing motion of the older redhead who slowly worked his way down to the base of both cocks. Words were being said, but Harry couldn’t make them out through his fogged mind. Not until the mouth was removed to reveal the spit-glistening penises was he even remotely aware that he could speak English. In a husky voice he stammered out a very cool “h-hey… put that back!”

George chuckled as he ran a finger along the length of his little brother. “You hear that, Fred? Lil Potter is trying to boss us around. I’m not sure if we should punish him or do that whole ‘flies n hunny’ thing Mum always talks about.”

“Kindness dear brother, kindness… Ron, how about you show Harry what I’ve taught you while I remind our brother dearest here why it’s better to give than to receive.”

Ron nodded and rolled over before getting onto all fours. He looked hungrily at Harry and licked his lips. The fourteen year old boy leaned over and kissed his classmate gently on the lips. It was Harry’s first kiss, and it was so sweet and soft and gentle. It was almost, dear I say, magic? When Harry didn’t pull away and sock Ron in the mouth, like he expected to happen, he got a bit more brave. He leaned in closer so that the head of his cock brushed against Harry’s hand. The redhead poked his tongue out and rubbed it just slightly against the Boy Who Lived’s lips. When Harry spread those lips open he was never so thankful that he was alive before. Fireworks were going off behind his eyelids as Ron snaked his delicate and warm tongue inside of his mouth. Ron was pumping Harry’s cock as the snogging intensified. Harry felt a bit embarrassed as Ron pulled away. Thinking a kiss was the best reason he was ever alive… What a schoolgirl thought…

But then suddenly the best reason for him ever to be alive did come. Harry bucked his hips up urgently, like the virgin he was, into the sudden warmth encircling him. He panted and grabbed fistfuls of red hair, forcing the head down. He let go, reluctantly, when Ron started to cough in his lap. Ron came up panting and glared at him. Harry gave him a quick peck on the lips and a “Sorry mate, just too good.” Now that he knew what to expect, the raven haired boy tried to keep his hips under control as Ron expertly pleased him with long licks of the tongue and sort bursts of sucking movements. Harry groaned as he looked over to the twins. If he thought watching them make out was hot, he didn’t even know what to call this.

“This” being the two going at it, one on all fours howling in pleasure as the other one pounds the first’s ass in rough jerks of his hips. Harry watched as best he could as the two mirrored images fucked just a few feet away from him. His hand unconsciously went down and tangled itself into Ron’s hair as he sat there mesmerized by the image in front of him. He never thought about how guys could possibly have sex together. Hell, he hadn’t even thought much about how guys and girls had sex together. But know he knew. “An ass is an ass” as George said. And currently, Harry’s eyes couldn’t tear away from the sight of an ass getting pounded. Harry shuddered when a warm breath blew over his slick cock. He looked down at Ron’s flushed face. Those swollen lips looked so kissable…

“Why…”

Ron looked confused. “Why what?”

“Why do you do this? Er… I mean… with them.”

“Uh… well…” Ron sat back on his haunches, his neck starting to hurt from looking up in that previous position. “Well… I had kind of a crush on ya, Harry… and… Like… I never really fancied a girl before or anything… And those two really like each other… like… a lot… The love just shows in all their pictures together. So I snuck in and got a picture of them ‘together’ once and um…” his voice lowered and his speech quickened, “masturbated to it pretending that it was you and me and then they caught me and talked me into it…. Kinda…”

Harry’s pleasure fuzzed brain was having a hell of a time trying to process so many words. It totally blew his mind for how Ron could talk to much after just getting, and giving, a blow job. Harry looked back and forth between the Weasley boys again for the second time that night. He wasn’t so sure he could handle doing what the twins were doing. At least, not right now. It looked sexy as hell, but he wasn’t too comfortable on the whole dick-in-ass thing- it seemed kinda gay. Cuz ya know, he liked girls… Cho was hot. And Hermonie, if you squinted, was a little cute. And Ginny had those adorable freckles that he just wanted to lick up! But then… Ron had those freckles too. Harry ran his eyes up and down his classmate’s naked body. Yep, definitely had those adorable freckles. Harry then decided he wanted to taste those freckles. Those ones looked especially delicious!

Harry leaned over a bit too far and knocked Ron backwards. Harry was now lying on top of his classmate, suckling and biting at the freckles along the left side of his neck. Ron moaned rather loudly and arched his back off the mattress.

“He’s such a slut, just listen to him moan. He’s only biting your neck a bit, Ron. Gees.”

Ron blinked his eyes open, trying to will them to focus enough so that he could tell his brother off with a glare. But what Harry was doing felt so good, even if it was kind of innocent and not all that much sexual. Ron wrapped his arms around Harry, pressing their cocks together. They both shuddered at the contact that sent fire through their veins.

“Looks like our dear little brother has discovered frottage, Georgie. Guess he doesn’t need us anymore.”

“Pfft, I ain’t given him up that easily. We can share. I’d like to try Harry out sometime when he stops being such a self-hating poofer.” George grinned a bit manically at his twin before looking down at his little brother withering just a few inches away. He took his cock and rubbed it against Ron’s lips. Ron looked up at him with dazed eyes. “Come on now my little slut, you know how much I love finishing off in your mouth. Much more than in Freddie’s ass.” Ron shifted his eyes to look from George to Harry, then back up to George. He wanted to tell him off, wanted to say that he has Harry know. He wanted to say a million things and declare his love in every way he could think of. Ron had the one he liked for the past 3 years currently thrusting against him, and by Merlin, he was going to do this right! No more incest, no more ass-to-mouth, no more dirty talk, no more-

“Cum on his face!”

Ron gaped up at Harry who removed himself from the now bruised neck to stare intently at George. Harry flicked out his tongue and ran it along George’s hardened length. He lapped up the stray droplet of precum at the head’s slit before swirling his tongue around the head, down the other side, and then around the balls a bit. His eyes never left George’s. “I want you to cum on his face to I can lick it up, okay?”

“My, my dear brother. You thought we were loosing our slut, but instead we are gaining one. I suppose you got a pretty lil slut voice too, Potter? Do you beg just like your boyfriend there? Always wanting cock and cum and a good fuck? Alright then, if you want my cum so bad I’ll let you have some. Ron’s never got cum on his face before though, I hope he doesn’t mind too much.” And with that, George pressed himself harder against Ron’s lips until he was allowed entrance. He fucked Ron’s mouth rather gently as compared to how he would usually do Fred’s mouth. But obviously, Ron had a lot less experience. If he chokes that easily on a 14 year old’s dick that easily, he obviously wasn’t going to be able to take a harsh mouth fuck from a 16 year old.

But then Fred pressed up against George’s back, the head of his dick pressed right up against the tight ring of muscle that made up his entrance. “You’re so dirty, Georgie. Did I ever tell you how much that turns me on?” He pressed forward a bit, just slightly opening up the ring. “Mmm, making our poor little brother suck your dick after what you’ve done with it? And such language… Maybe I should tell Mum?” Fred nibbled affectionately on his twin’s earlobe. “Or… maybe I’ll just fuck your brains out…” He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as he pressed his hips forward, sliding his hard member in bit by bit. He wrapped his arms around George’s heaving chest, relishing in the warmth of his twin’s body heat and the thundering heartbeat. Fred gave out just a slight moan once he was completely surrounded by his brother’s warmth. He watched his younger brother hungrily sucking at George’s cock, the hunger only matched at that of Harry’s eyes. He thrusted into the tight sheath slowly, not wanting to end too quickly. He didn’t want to be out of it to enjoy the show!

Harry was licking along what parts of the shaft that Ron couldn’t fit into his mouth. Sometimes Ron pulled it out to work his tongue along side Harry’s. Sometimes they even kissed each other messily, letting their tongues and lips rub against George. A couple times, with Ron’s encouragement, Harry even took George inside of his own mouth.

George couldn’t hold on too long like this though. The sight of the two grinding against each other below him. The sensation of two mouths on his genitals while he was getting filled at the same time. The best part for him though was when Harry rolled over a bit, and clumsily jerked himself and Ron off together. The sight of sheer bliss, the feeling of Ron’s moan reverberating down his cock… George shuddered and pulled back just slightly. He met Ron’s half-lidded eyes as he looked up at him, jerking off feverously just inches above his face. He grunted a bit as the milky-white liquid shot it’s way out of him, landing haphazardly all over Ron’s face.

Fred quickened his pace and tightened his grip around George. He was panting heavily as he watched Harry lick his twin’s cum off of his little brother’s face. Just as Harry and Ron went back to making out once more, Fred closed his eyes tightly and thrust one final time into George. He came deeply inside of George with a muffled cry buried against his shoulder blade. He then had the sensation of being pushed over and covered, a warm body pressed against him. Fred cuddled into this heat and mumbled a few “good night”s and “I love you”s to the other occupants of the room.

Harry and Ron wanted to cuddle some more, too. But there wasn’t enough room anywhere left to fit two bodies without endangering one of them. So Ron kissed him one last time before they each climbed into their separate beds. Now exhausted with their sexual bliss they all fell asleep within seconds. But when morning came, Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep in Ron’s room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley³.

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1) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, (hardback) page 95

2) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, (hardback) page 56

3) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, (hardback) page 65
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