Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Regret	By : wretchedwitch Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Regret
- 1
I've been on a femharry and twins kick for a while and decided to combine them. R/R please!

*************************

Her, Cedric, four wonderful and beautiful children, a fairly large house, a picket fence; feelings of happiness and contentment, all gone in a cruel flash of bright green. Harriet Lilly Potter woke suddenly with sharp cry.

She hated that dream, tears beginning to come to her eyes. Life, not that it had ever been very good for her, had become almost unbearable after Cedric’s death. He wasn’t just a fellow Triwizard champion, not to her anyway. They had been dating in secret since the Yule Ball; secretly because he was officially dating Cho Chang and the age difference would make a public relationship frowned upon, if not downright illegal. She had hated the idea of being the other girl, but his promises of dumping Cho after he graduated and waiting for Harriet to come of age had pacified her, even if deep down her brain was yelling her that he was probably lying.

But she would never know the truth; if he loved her like he said or was just using her, as he had been killed by Voldemort in his return at the graveyard. The tears that had formed began to fall slowly, even as she futilely tried to stop them, she had cried enough over him, but always there was a dream or she would remember something about him that sent the tears anew to her eyes. A small sob escaped her mouth as she tried to clam herself; the snores from the other occupants of the room; her best friends Hermione and Ginny, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

She hadn’t told them about Cedric, not wanting to hear Hermione lecture her on proper behavior and Ginny, while well meaning and very kind tended to blab a bit when worked up. All the things that had happened with him, her first kiss and her first lot of things went unshared with them. Only Ginny had a public boyfriend, a guy named Michael that she met at the Ball, Ginny seemed quite taken with him, while Ron, Harriet’s other best friend and Ginny’s brother, absolutely hated him.

She had brought her crying under control but realizing she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anytime soon and with nature calling; she began to rise from her bed. Throwing the covers off and letting the air cool her, her body naked except for a pair of modest panties covering her nethers. Once raised, she slipped into her house shoes and grabbed her nightgown from the footboard of her bed, throwing it over her head as she walked, quietly to not wake her roommates, to the door.

The hallways of Grimulad Place were dark as always, with precious little moonlight coming in through the grimy windows. The light barely illuminating the old grandfather clock in the corner, according to it, the time was about a quarter past two. At least she had slept half of the night. She sighed softly and began to her walk to the closest bathroom, two floors up.

She made it without incident, found it open, went inside and closed the door. She relieved herself, flushed, and went to the sink to wash her hands. She got a look at herself in the mirror while she did so, her skin was pale and her long stringy black hair was a complete mess, while her once vibrant green eyes were now dull with large dark circles under them from lack of sleep thanks to dreams like the one had earlier. In short she was hideous, even down to her legs, where several small scars graced her fair skin from the razors she had been forced to use at the Drusleys due to being unable to use a shaving charm.

No other boy would ever want her, not for her looks anyway; maybe use her for her fame or money. She hated herself for even thinking about moving on, at least so soon after Cedric. Again tears welled up, but she did nothing to stop them this time as she sobbed softly, turning the water off over her long cleans hands and sinking to the floor, not caring about the cold tile on her skin.

She cried softly about everything, from Cedric to Voldemort being back and the press and everyone calling her a liar; never mind the fact they were going to expel her for saving her cousin from the dementors and was frankly only saved by Dumbledore showing up in the courtroom.

She didn’t understand how people could be so blind; Cedric was dead, killed by the killing cruse as the magical autopsy proved her story right, her wand showing only the spells she had used to duel Voldemort and escape from the death eaters with Cedric’s body, going back further to what she had used during the third task. Silencing her more outspoken critics that claimed she had killed Cedric herself in jealously over him reaching the cup before her.

She didn’t know how long she poured her emotions out into the small empty room but soon she heard a soft knocking on the door. “Go away” she managed to choke out between sobs. The person didn’t listen and instead opened the door. She wasn’t sure who to expect but it certainly wasn’t any of her first guesses. Through blurry tear filled eyes she saw one of the twins, which one she couldn’t tell. The other twin soon followed his brother into the now cramped room.

She tried to stop herself, but her body kept on. Without saying anything, a twin reached down and scooped her small body up in his arms. Automatically her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried itself in his chest. The twin made shushing noises and stoked her hair as she continued to cry, happy to finally have a shoulder to do it on; not caring whose shoulder it was.

She barely noticed when they left the bathroom to go into the hall, and from there into a bedroom she guessed was the twin’s. Looking up briefly she made out two small beds, with space for two nightstands in the middle. The twin holding her sat down on one of them.

Eventually her crying slowed to sniffles before finally dying out into hiccups. She felt so much better, and a new, better, feeling was making itself known, something she hadn’t felt since Cedric, desire. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself; keenly aware of how little she was wearing and how the twins only had nightshirts and boxers on.

She looked up and bit her lip slightly, unsure if she should act on her new feelings or rely on her fingers later. The twin holding her (she still didn’t know if he was Fred or George, something that didn’t even seem to bother her) smiled at her, and reached a hand to her face to wipe away a stray tear.

Suddenly she was reaching forward and kissing him, taking him by surprise as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, his kiss already better than any Cedric had given her; his breath fresh even though he had just probably just woken like her.

He recovered from the surprise quickly, kissing her back but soon they broke apart, both breathing a little heavy. Why she had done that she couldn’t tell you, but it had felt right and instead of regret she felt another pang of desire go straight between her legs.

She wanted them, both of them and her body began to override her brain telling her to stop or at least take it slow. She needed this, even though she knew she’d hate herself later.

Rising up slowly she took the famous pranksters by surprise when she lifted her nightgown up and over her head, it landing on the floor beside the bed. She watched the twin who had just kissed as his eyes darted to her exposed breasts, and out of the corner of her eye she saw his brother also staring and caught dumbfounded by what was happening.

“Harri-” the twin in front of her began but she cut off by kissing him again, going further so as to move her hands down to crouch, feeling the bulge in his boxers and rubbing it lightly with her hand.

Breaking off again she spoke for the first time since this had begun “please, I need this, need you, need both of you.” Before going even further and reaching her fingers between the elastic of her panties and yanking them down, struggling to get them off her legs and tossing them away, not knowing where they landed and not caring.

She watched as the twins shared a look between them, then other one than she one she was currently straddling reached over on the nightstand and picked up one of their wands, tossing it over to his brother who caught it deftly.

“Charm?” he asked her, her wand was back in her room and that little detail had never even crossed her mind. She nodded to his question but instead of handing the wand to her to let her do it herself; he reached forward and lightly eased the tip into her wet folds, she hissed lightly at the cold wood and the angle was a little awkward but soon squeaked in surprise as he cast the charm and the little shock of it went through her nethers.

She watched then as he pulled down his underwear and let her see his cock, slightly bigger than Cedric’s from her first glance, standing proudly against his stomach, the fire red hair of his head matched around the pubic hair at the base. He then touched his wand to himself and muttered the male version of the charm. Cedric had never done that, hell most wizards didn’t bother from what she understood, considering birth control a matter that should be left to the witch, and most witches would rather trust their own spell work anyway.

He passed the wand over to his brother, her head turning to see him completely naked, looking, well identical, even in their cocks, though a closer inspection was definitely needed. He repeated his brother’s charm on himself, cast locking and silencing charms on the door, and then tossed the wand back onto the nightstand.

This was it and she almost considered backing down but her body was in complete control and her body wanted to go through with this. Gathering her nerves she mounted the twin still in his nightshirt. She took him in her hand, loving the feeling of him and lined him up with her opening, rubbing his cock along her slit. His hands darted to her waist before she could sink down, though he didn’t move her from where she was.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked her and when she nodded again frantically he was the one to surprise her and pull her down onto his cock, hilting himself in a second and causing her to cry out at the sudden feeling. He was bigger than Cedric, and the twin felt so good inside her, though it had been a while; her last time having sex being the night before the third task.

She quickly tried to dispel those thoughts from her head and the twin helped by moving a thumb to her clit and rubbing it softly. He set the pace, lifting her slowly before pressing her down, her face buried into the cloth of his shirt, her arms around his neck as they slowly made love; no it was wasn’t love she told herself, it was just feeling, something she needed.

They continued like this for a while, not going any faster or slower and she wondered why until she felt the bed dip from behind her, she had almost forgot about the other twin. She shivered as a hand traced her spine and made its way to her butt, taking a globe in his hand and squeezing it a little. She wondered what he was doing it until the hand made its way to her anus, slowly tracing the outside with a finger and applying light pressure to it.

She stiffened, this was something completely new to her, though Cedric had wanted to take her there (and was quite lewd in telling her so); she had put her foot down in this case, no matter how much he had whined to the contrary.

She looked up at the twin inside her and frantically shook her head, he nodded and then she heard him speak. “Fred cut it out, she doesn’t want that.” The twin behind her did so, giving her buttocks one final squeeze before groaning and pulling his hand away. It hit her then how before then she didn’t know which twin was which and she had taken George inside her without even knowing his name. Her brain told her she was wrong but her body told her she felt right.

Still as happy as she was with the status quo, she needed to pleasure Fred somehow. She motioned for him to come around to her side. He did so, cock bobbing as he went, precum leaking from his tip. She took him in hand and stroked him, but she could already tell this was going to be awkward once George started moving again. Reaching her head forward she licked the tip before taking Fred into her mouth, hearing him sigh softly as she did so.

Blowjobs were nothing new to her, though as soon as Cedric had taken her virginity he always wanted to get on with the main event, only ‘settling’ for one when it was that time of the month for her. He also had the nasty habit of pulling out to finish on her breasts or face, often getting it in her hair.

George started moving and she tried to get a rhythm going, taking Fred deep into her mouth when George thrust up and withdrawing to suck on the tip when George pulled back.

When George sped up however it began to fall apart, her neck was already starting to hurt from the angle required to suck Fred, no way would this work when they really got going. She pulled her mouth off him, hearing Fred moan from the loss. The three shared a look and all knew why she had stopped.

Fred stepped back, his cock dripping with her saliva, allowing her and George to find a position more comfortable for all of them. Reluctantly she pulled herself off George’s cock, feeling empty; as her wobbly legs took her weight. He took off his nightshirt before sitting of the edge of the bed facing the other one.

She took her cue, facing away from him as he found her opening once more and again speared her with his cock, both calling out softy in pleasure as he did so. Fred moved in front of her and she took him back into her mouth. It had to be still a little awkward for them as the two brothers could look each other in the eye.

Something told her they had done this before though as they didn’t seem too bothered by it in the slightest. Again she put those thoughts out of her mind, now that it was much more comfortable more everyone it was time to get down to it.

This really was easier, George thrusting up into her as she thrust back down, wiggling her hips on the down stroke, bobbing her head and sucking off Fred to the best of her ability. It was different and difficult to pleasure a boy in her mouth while having another inside her but she thought was adapting pretty fast as Fred was soon moaning low whenever she took him deep.

Soon her pleasure began as George sped up; his thumb glued to her clit, rubbing and pressing in time with his motions, his other making its way to her breast, pinching her nipple. Fred had his hands buried in her hair, though never pulling like Cedric always did, just holding them there, and squeezing slightly when she did something he really liked.

They continued like for quite sometime, both twins having stamina far better than Cedric, who would have cum three times over by now. Her pleasure building she removed her mouth from Fred’s cock to moan and gasp with every one of George’s thrusts, not trusting herself not to hurt him with her teeth when she could barely string a coherent thought together.

A few more hard and deep thrusts and she was there, her mind going blank, pleasure shooting through every part of her body, muscles locking tight and squeezing George’s cock, moaning loud as she did so. She vaguely heard one of them whisper “beautiful” but she wasn’t sure which one it was.

Limp as a rag as her body recovered from quite frankly the best orgasm she had ever had, she realized that George hadn’t reached his peak yet, and she could tell holding back was hard on him. He started moving again, thrusts jagged and ill timed, but sending shockwaves through her still sensitive body all the same.

“Where do you want it?” he whispered into her ear, groaning low, clearly right at his end. Cedric never had asked her anything of this sort, cumming wherever he pleased, most of the time inside as she preferred but occasionally pulled out to make a mess on her tummy, butt, or breasts.

Struggling to find her voice again she managed to get out one word “inside”, as soon as the word was out of her mouth she felt him hilt himself inside her and make a noise somewhere between a sigh and grunt as she felt him pulse hard as he sprayed her insides with his seed, much hotter and much more of it than Cedric’s orgasms. After six spurts, he was done, feeling him go limp behind her, panting hard as he began to soften.

Casting her eyes back up she again came to look at Fred, sitting there on his bed, stroking himself as he watched them finish. As tired and stated she was, it wouldn’t be fair to just roll over and sleep, leaving Fred alone with his hand.

Slowly she rose to her feet and let George’s cock slip from her, a small trickle of his cum following it out. She made the few steps over to Fred, him watching her as she did so. She wasn’t sure how to finish him, her mouth was a poor substitute for her pussy but wasn’t sure how keen he’d be on fucking her after his brother already had.

Her question was answered when Fred also got up, walked to her before picking her up in his arms. Her brain had barely comprehended the last action before she was being laid down on the bed he just vacated and Fred was climbing on top of her. Clearly she was mistaken about him having qualms.

She could tell he was a little agitated, though she could hardly blame him. He spread her legs quickly before moving to insert himself, not caring that she was leaking his brother’s seed.

He started strong, thrusting hard and fast, and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms and legs around him and take his pounding that was starting her climb to another orgasm. This position was quite familiar to her; it was one of Cedric’s favorites but already felt better with Fred than anything Cedric had tried.

Her orgasm was coming quicker this time, mostly because Fred was stimulating her clit with every thrust. Her mouth was then occupied as Fred kissed her hard, not caring, unlike Cedric had, that her mouth was on his cock just a few moments before.

Her mind went blank, her world was just Fred, Fred’s cock inside her, and Fred’s tongue in her mouth, mirroring the actions of his cock. When they broke apart for a moment to breathe she managed to turn her head to the side, seeing George watching them, his expression unreadable. Fred’s mouth beginning to suck on her neck instead, sure to leave a mark but she didn’t care.

Both of them were close, it was just a matter who was going to be first, almost reading her thoughts Fred lifted up slightly to allow one of his hands access to her clit, he pressed down hard and she was done. It wasn’t as strong as earlier, but still rendered her senseless as her muscles clamped hard around Fred.

Beginning to come down from her high she felt Fred push into her hard and make a much harsher sound than his brother did. She looked up into his face to see his expression of bliss as he was cumming hard inside her, shooting his seed to join his brother’s.

He pulled out and collapsed, managing to roll over to her side to avoid crushing her, both panting heavily. She shivered slightly even though it was summer, her sweaty body beginning to cool down quickly. She barely registered George climbing in behind her and pulling a sheet over the three of them before she was asleep with him spooning her.

_____________________________________________________

Hot, so hot, she was lying between two very warm bodies and with the cover it was almost unbearable. Her eyes opened slowly, seeing one of the twins sleeping peacefully, she had forgotten which one, her brain comprehending what happened between them. A slight ache between her legs and dried semen on her thighs confirmed what she already knew.

She needed time to think, and she needed to get back to her own bed. It wouldn’t do to have Mrs. Weasley, or worse Sirius finding her like this. Being in the middle on such a small bed made it hard to untangle herself from the mass of limbs without waking anyone else up, but she managed, sighing softly as the air washed over her naked body. She spotted her panties lying on the floor by the twin’s dresser and her nightgown by the other bed.

After she had slipped both of those on she quietly opened the door, Fred’s locking charm having apparently worn off or else she would be in big trouble. The old clock in the hallway read about a quarter to five, she had to hurry up as Mrs. Weasley usually got up around this time to start breakfast.

She considered dropping by the bathroom to freshen up a tad but that was how everything got started, she would just have to be the first in line for the shower. As excepted when she reached her room Hermione and Ginny were still soundly asleep. She slipped back into her bed and finally allowed herself to think about had happened the night before. She didn’t feel as bad as she though she would, but there was still a pang of regret, but she still didn’t know what to tell the twins if they confronted her. She sighed softly; life could never just be easy for her.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Regret