Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Months had
passed since the twins had effectively scared off Malfoy.

However,
despite the threat, Malfoy continued to watch Harry obsessively, and
the twins began to look more and more worried, taking to retreating
to the library, Hermione occasionally joining them. Harry had no idea
what was going on, and every attempt at finding out was blocked by
sex.

“Fucking horny bastards,” Harry snarled. Ron
stared at him in open mouthed shock at the seemingly completely
random, very angry comment. Harry wrinkled his nose at the display of
Ron's chewed up lunch, and shut Ron's mouth, grinning. Ron threw him
a dirty look.

Ron hadn't said anything about Harry's hand to
the twins or Hermione, although he occasionally brought it up with
Harry, and then dropped all attempt at subtlety and ordered Harry to
go to McGonagall. This often left him rather scratched up as Harry
struggled away from the hand on his arm or wrist, and ran away.

He
hadn't had any more detentions with Umbridge, so he failed to see how
it was all that important. The cuts had healed, not leaving any
scars, thanks to some foul smelling formula he'd made (after the four
attempts).

However, Umbridge's lessons had not become any
better. The oppressive silence as they all read, or wrote, or read
some more, was grating on everyone's nerves. The Slytherins threw
paper at the Gryffindors, littered with insults, and the Gryffindors
snapped at them, causing points to be detracted.

This had
prompted Hermione and Ron to corner him in the common room and demand
that Harry start Defence
lessons. Harry had stared at them in disbelief, and then
refused.

“Aww, come on, kitten! You'd be great, and
we'll reewaard you,” Fred had crooned that night, George
sitting at Harry's other side and kissing along his neck. They were
secured in the seventh year boy's dorms, which Lee Jordan had taken
to avoiding at all costs unless it was to sleep, and even then he
secured his bed curtains with silencing spells in case the twins
dragged Harry up for a late night rendezvous.

“No!”
Harry had snapped, wriggling away and running down to the common
room, seeking sanctuary with Seamus, Dean and Neville. The twins had
proceeded to send Seamus murderous glares all night whenever the
Gryffindor got too close to Harry.

However, after a week of
Fred pouncing on him and dragging him into random closets, snogging
him and then trying to get an affirmative answer to Hermione's
proposal (then leaving when he didn't, much to Harry's frustration),
and George bringing it up in the middle of pinning Harry to his bed
and rutting against him (they hadn't got much further than the
disastrous vibrator incident, Harry not allowing the twins anywhere
near his arse), Harry broke.

“Fine!” he exclaimed
one night as Hermione opened her mouth. “I'll do it!”
Hermione gave him a confused look.

“I was just going to
ask if you'd heard from Snuffles lately, but I'm so glad,”
Hermione replied, enveloping Harry in a surprising hug and scratching
his ears. Harry reluctantly purred and nuzzled her cheek with the top
of his head as she petted him.

This was what lead to him
sitting in the Hog's Head, staring at his pint of butterbeer through
the rather cloudy, dirty glass, and wishing he could take back his
agreement. The Hog's Head? Really? It
was so.... unsanitary.

His eyes darted between the cloaked
figure sitting on one of the barstools, swigging firewhiskey; the two
old crones sitting at a table further away and shooting them looks;
and the mindless barkeeper who was rubbing a dirty glass with an
equally disgusting rag, staring into the distance.

“Why
did I ever agree?” Harry whined, covering his cat ears, which
were the main cause for the stares when they'd stepped inside. He
felt so violated.

Hermione
sighed explosively, not for the first time, and fixed Harry with an
exasperated look. “Because you care about the students at
Hogwarts and what might happen to them if they step out into the real
world with absolutely no instruction in defending themselves? Because
you've seen Voldemort himself and know all the dangers,
because-”

“All right, all right, I get it,”
Harry grumbled, before she could explode into another impassioned
speech. She was full of them lately, and even Ron seemed wary of her.

“And when are Fred and George getting here?” he
asked sullenly, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. It
was only in front of Ron and Hermione that he acted like his
relationship with the twins was anything other than one-sided. Fred
and George would take the piss out of him if he were anything other
than angry when with them.

“Right about now,” a
voice whispered in his ear, and his head shot up to see George sit
down next to him. Fred pushed Ron out of the chair on the other side
of Harry and sat down, pressing a loving kiss against Harry's cheek.
Ron scowled when Hermione sighed longingly.

“Not that I
wanted you here, or anything,” Harry muttered. The twins shared
a grin, and shifted their chairs closer, each resting a hand on
Harry's head and beginning to pet his cat ears. Harry was torn
between climbing over Fred's lap to get more of the pleasant feeling,
or jumping on George.

Damn them.

“This
is supposed to teach us Defence
Against the Dark Arts?” a derisive voice asked, and Harry, Fred
and George turned to see that a few students had trickled in, staring
at their table indecisively. Fred and George glowered at the blond
boy who had spoken.

“He is,
indeed,” George grit out. The boy rolled his eyes, muttering
something under his breath, and cautiously took a seat. Harry
couldn't blame him for the hesitation at sitting; the chairs looked
just as grimy as the rest of the pub.

The pub began slowly
filling with more and more students. The Gryffindors were the least
hesitant, grinning easily at Harry, although the presence of Fred and
George, notorious pranksters, naturally made them uneasy. Everyone in
Gryffindor had been a subject of their testing of new products, the
first years especially.

Finally, their table was completely
surrounded, everyone crammed in to get a better look at Harry. When
it seemed like everyone who was going to turn up had arrived,
Hermione stood up, clearing her throat a few times, and scanning
everyone. Luna waved at Harry dazedly, and Cho Chang smiled shyly
when he caught her eye. He smiled back easily; he'd barely seen any
of her, and was terrified she might blame him for Cedric's death, as
plenty of people seemed to do.

“Right, are we all
here?” Hermione asked, slipping into her bossy, know-it-all
tone of voice to mask her nervousness at speaking to such a large
crowd of people. “All right, well, as you know, you're gathered
here because of the rather awful DADA lessons we've been having
recently.”

There were a few mumbles of agreement, but
Harry noticed people looking at each other suspiciously, as if they
were suddenly going to morph into Umbridge.

“Well, we
thought that it might be worthwhile trying to actually learn
something in that lesson.” A
bit more of a reaction at this. “Umbridge isn't exactly the
best-”

“Oh, Hermione, just say what we all think.
Umbridge is a right bitch, and if she's not going to teach us bloody
Defence Against the Dark Arts, then we need somehow who actually can,
right mates?” George suddenly
spoke up. Hermione huffed, whether at being cut off, or at the laughs
George got, Harry didn't know.

“Right you are Forge! We
need someone who's been there-”

“-Done
that-”

“-And got the t-shirt, eh?” Fred
finished. Harry rolled his eyes as quite a few gazes rested on him.
He pushed down the urge to blush; it wouldn't exactly inspire
confidence in his abilities.

“And, what, you think
Potter's the person we need?” the blond boy from before
enquired speculatively. “I mean, how do we know he's been
there, done that? Where's the proof he ever did half the stuff he
says?”

There was silence for a moment. George and
Hermione opened their mouths, ready to snap at the boy. Harry stood
up, cutting off their words.

“You think I was lying?
What about?” he asked, hackles raised. He wanted to claw this
bloke's face off for even daring to suggest Harry just made up his
experiences, but that would get him nowhere. It'd be satisfying as
hell, though.

“Voldemort, everything! Give us some
evidence that you really fought
Voldemort, that he's actually alive!” Harry clenched his jaw,
eyes flaring. He was sick and tired of people not believing it. He
was sick and tired of Voldemort hiding away, proving the Ministry's
misguided point, and he was sick and tired of the looks, the
whispers, the articles
in the Daily Prophet.

“You want some evidence? Look at Cedric's body,”
Harry hissed. Gasps, mutters, wide eyes. The blond paled, looked
away, and finally sat down. No-one was going to question what had
happened that night; Cedric had been hit with the Killing Curse, and
even the Ministry wasn't stupid enough to think a fourteen year old
boy had done the crime.

He felt a hand cover his, where it was
resting on the table. Harry smiled at George, who was looking at him
worriedly and stroking his hand with his thumb. Harry slid his other
hand off the table and allowed Fred to grasp it, out of sight. He'd
never admit it, but the touches calmed him, strengthened him. He
hated even thinking of Cedric's death. Talking about it was
awful.

Harry saw the tears in Cho's eyes, and looked away,
sighing. Maybe he'd been too harsh. Cedric's death had hit a lot of
people- he was well loved.

“Look, if this is going to
work, you have to believe me, believe what I say. Voldemort is alive,
I saw him. And if you want this to continue, my word's going to have
to be enough. If you don't believe
me, I think it's best you leave,” he said seriously. There was
some shuffling, some speculative looks, but no-one left.

Harry
smiled at them sincerely, relieved. Relieved that so many people
believed him, believed in him.

“Right, so...”

XxXxXxX

“You're
so sexy when you get all fired up,” George murmured into his
cat ear later that day, as they were walking down one of the cobbled
streets of Hogsmeade. Harry scowled at him, jumping when George
reached down, fondling his ass. They drew a couple of disapproving
looks from some old ladies loitering outside a quill and ink shop.

“Stop it,” Harry hissed, raising his claws
threateningly. George grinned and grabbed Harry's hand, kissing every
curved claw, and then letting go.

The action filled him with
warmth and made his stomach flutter, so Harry turned his head away
and looked at anywhere but George instead. The wanker knew all the
right ways to make him feel horribly embarrassed.

“Aww,
is our kitty-cat bluushing? I think he is.” Ah, Fred had
returned from Honeydukes, then. Harry stuffed his hands into the
pockets of his jacket (well, Fred's jacket- the twins had deemed
Harry's clothing from the Dursleys as not suitable for the cold
weather) and picked up the pace.

“Don't be like that,”
George said, pleadingly, but very amused, grabbing Harry's hand. The
next thing Harry knew, he was being dragged into the depths of an
alleyway that had been conveniently placed near them.

“Not
in public!” Harry protested as Fred pressed against his back
and George against his front, lowering his head for a kiss. “What
if we get caught?!”

This had been plaguing his mind ever
since Malfoy. What if they were caught, for real, from someone who
wouldn't wait around and blackmail them, but would go straight to
someone of authority?

Fred murmured a protest against his
neck, which he'd been languidly kissing, and pulled out his wand,
casting a few concealment charms, lengthening the shadows of the
alley to hide them.

George bit his earlobe, grinning.

“Isn't that part of the fun? The knowledge that anyone,
at any time, could walk by, and see us, see you, acting
so dirty.”

Harry really, really wished George wasn't so good at talking
dirty. It appeared to be a special talent of his that he wielded on
both Harry and Fred frequently. The words never failed to leave Harry
flushed and aroused, wanting more,
more of George's deep, smooth voice and depraved words.

Fred
interested Harry with innocent kisses that somehow always turned
seductive, on his neck, his ears, his lips. Even just kissing his
cheek would turn into Fred sucking the blushing skin, laving it with
his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Harry had, more than once, had
a love bite on his cheeks, looking like he'd accidentally poked
himself.

Harry didn't have the will to argue (never had
the will to argue), when Fred ran a
hand up his chest, under his jacket, rubbing a nipple through his
jumper. George sucked his bottom lip, breath hot against the moist
flesh, before parting Harry's lips with his tongue, which dipped in
and out of his mouth.

Harry whimpered into George's mouth and
Fred pulled down the collar of his jacket and bit his neck, pulling
flesh into his mouth and sucking on it, hard. Harry bucked sharply
against Fred, who pressed closer, rubbing his erection against
Harry's arse. Harry gasped and pushed back against it, sucking on
George's tongue and hooking his fingers in his jeans to bring George
flush against him. He was completely surrounded, and the feeling made
him groan with pleasure.

He'd become slightly more confident
being intimate with the twins,although they didn't half make it hard
sometimes- Fred had once fed him a Canary Cream when they were in a
rather close position, and Harry wasn't in the right mind to really
remember that he shouldn't take food from the twins, no matter how
erotic the action had seemed.

“You're really, ugh,
wanting it, aren't you, kitten? You're desperate just to feel our
cocks against you, maybe even in you,” George whispered as he
nibbled Harry's human ear lobe. Harry agreed breathlessly, and Fred
growled, chewing on Harry's cat ear as he thrust against Harry.

“Turn around,” George ordered, kissing Harry once
more before spinning him around to face Fred, pressing against his
back.

“Wanna suck Fred's dick?” George asked.
Fred stared dazedly for a moment, before he attacked Harry's mouth
with fervour, entangling his tongue with Harry's. “Want to
kneel in the mud and let him fuck your mouth, while I get you off?”

Harry broke away from Fred's mouth, leaning his head back on
George's shoulder, and nodding frantically. “Merlin, yes,”
he gasped out. Fred grinned.

“Glad to hear you say
that,” Fred murmured, bring Harry to him and kissing him
roughly, teeth and tongue clashing, before pulling away and trailing
kisses down Harry's neck, the blood from a cut he'd received during
the kiss lingering on Harry's skin. “Get on your knees,
then.”

Harry shakily knelt down in front of Fred. The
ground wasn't as muddy as it was gravelly, cutting into Harry's knees
through his jeans, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Fred
reached down and unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his underwear
to mid-thigh.

Harry stared at Fred's cock, thick and full,
vein pulsing. Fred groaned as the cold air hit the heated flesh, and
Harry leant forward, wrapping his lips around the head. He felt
George kneel behind him, press up against him again, cock hard
against Harry's lower back. Harry sucked on Fred's cock, drawing in
the pre-cum leaking from it, and then licking down the shaft,
following aprominent vein.

“That's it, Harry. Such a
good cock-sucker,” George told him. “Such a beautiful
mouth.” George was rubbing Harry through his jeans and Harry
gasped, mouth removing itself from Fred's erection for a moment,
before he recovered, moving his mouth down to lick Fred's balls, take
one into his mouth and suck.

Fred
inhaled sharply, fingers tugging at Harry's hair. “Ugh,
Harry. You're so sexy.”

Fred
was slightly gentler than George- Harry enjoyed both treatments. Fred
was seductive, and had no qualms showing exactly how turned on he
was. George was rough, and yet always so calm.

George's right
hand dipped into Harry's trousers, cupping Harry through his boxers
and squeezing. Harry arched into George, breath harsh, mouth panting
around Fred's cock as he took the whole length in.

George
nipped at his neck, tugged at his earlobe and bit at his cat ear,
rubbing and squeezing Harry's pulsing cock. Harry wished George would
just touch him
properly, slide his hand into his boxers, let him feel skin on skin.

Harry pulled off of Fred, leaving a strand of saliva, and
gasped out, “George! Please.” Fred laughed breathlessly,
and Harry could hear George
grin.

“Since
you beg so nicely,” George
told him against his human ear, before suddenly shoving his tongue
inside, at the same time, his left hand pinched Harry's nipple hard,
and his right hand moved out of his boxers and beneath them, grabbing
Harry.

Harry moaned, long and loud, around Fred's cock, which
was brushing the back of his throat. Fred thrust into his mouth at
that, feeling himself come undone as Harry violently came, bucking
into George's hand and sucking harshly on Fred.

“Fuck,
Harry,” Fred shouted, the hold on Harry's hair tightening as he
shoved into Harry's mouth and came, in an explosion of white light
and panted moans. George found himself undone by the sight of his
brother's face as he orgasmed, and the lovely little sounds Harry was
making as he thrust back against George, rubbing his ass against his
erection.

George growled deeply into Harry's ear as his
climax abruptly washed over him.

XxXxXxX

Harry peered
around a bookshelf at the unoccupied table littered with humongous
books. He looked around quickly, checking there was no one around.

Frustrated with the twin's elusiveness in regard to their
library trips, Harry had followed them to the library after dinner.
The twins had, after half an hour, left, looking rather depressed and
sighing heavily.

Harry quickly crept to the table. He
couldn't be sure if the twins had left for good, or just left to get
more books. He'd never known them to be so library-obsessed. In fact,
they normally avoided reading in all it's forms if they could help
it.

Harry was awfully curious.

Curiosity killed the
cat.

Harry flipped one book closed and read the title. Passed
Acts of the 1900's.

Harry
raised an eyebrow. Seemed like heavy reading, especially for the
twins. He flipped the book back to the page it was on, and scanned
the small, confusing writing, eyebrows furrowing. There was a
lot of writing, and Harry
found that it was lulling him to sleep as he stood over the book.

Incest.

The
word suddenly caught Harry's undivided attention, and he stared at
it, before reading the sentence it was included in. It merely stated
that, in the Wizarding world, in 1940, marriage between cousins had
been made legal.

But the fact that the twins were looking at
incest, of all things, sparked realisation of what they were doing.

They were trying to find ways of making their relationship
legal, any way, muggle or wizarding. To get away from the heavy cloud
that Malfoy's threats brought forth.

Harry crept away from
the table again, deciding to leave the twins at it, suddenly filled
with happiness that they were trying to find something, that Hermione
had been helping them.

Curiosity may have killed the cat –
but satisfaction brought it back.

XxXxXxX

Wow,
there is seriously something wrong with me. Once again, humour in the
smut. Sorry, blame my stomach bug.

;;Grovels;; Sorry for
taking so long to update! I wasn't at all certain about this chapter,
and I just kept agonising over it, until I could agonise no longer –
after all, it's been nearly two weeks, and I was rather certain you
were digging out your axes.

So, hope you're all still with me,
and hope you review to boost my confidence about this rather annoying
chapter – Harry's far too OOC (more than usual, I
mean...)

Andre- Seamus is just sexual, really ;) But thanks
for bringing my attention back to him, I had a plan for him but he
sort of got forgotten, poor guy. One of my favourite characters
;)

Pontaloon – the egg was a vibrator, which they didn't
switch. Sorry, I must not have made that clear enough – things
made sense in my head and I occasionally forget to be specific when
writing ;)
- 18
- 19
- 20
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

Pretty Kitty