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Our Little Norrie	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47027 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND MAKE NO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY

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A/N: thanks so much for all the suggestions. I will probably use a lot of them so keep them coming!

Chapter 2

Harry walked hesitantly between the two taller twins. Fred had taken his arm in his own and was escorting him down the main street as if he were a real lady. George was strolling along on his other side, whistling and nodding greetings to the Alley’s fellow shoppers. Harry peaked shyly around the twins every so often to see the bustling street, worried that he might somehow be recognized.

Fred, noticing his nervousness, patted his smaller hand as it rested on his forearm and smiled warmly at him. Harry gave a shy smile back and threw his shoulders back, confident that if anyone where to recognize him, the twins would never let anything bad happen to him.

Harry concentrated instead on the steady clacking of his new heeled shoes on the cobble stone street. He felt light and airy in his new clothes. The strange sensation of wind on his skin left his legs and chest feeling exposed, yet Harry could not deny it felt good. He felt stylish and appealing for the first time in his life, and the looks he got from the twins left him feeling sexy and confident.

George had decided that Harry looked ravenous in his disguise. The light minty green accentuated the iridescence of Harry’s bright green eyes, while the cascade of black waves contrasted beautifully with his smooth pale skin. With each step, the short white heels caused his the slight swell of his hips to sway, a sight that hypnotized George from his position slightly behind the smaller boy. The lace on the hem of the short dress moved with the swing of his hips, tantalizing him with the promise of a peak of the forbidden.

“Hello, boys! How is your morning?” someone bellowed from up ahead, interrupting George’s lust filled daze. A friendly looking witch with messy, strawberry blond hair that fell to her ample bosom and garish tangerine and electric blue colored robes waved at them as she exited Flourish and Blotts with an armful of books.

“Greetings, Madame Potage!” the twins greeted the woman in unison and bowed politely. Harry recognized the name. She must be the owner of Potage’s Cauldron Shop, he thought.

“It’s been a wonderful morning!” answered George.

“Made only better by seeing your lovely face!” charmed Fred.

The older woman chuckled good-naturedly. “Closed the shop down for the day, have you?”

“Yes ma’am,” George chimed

“Spending the day on the town with our guest here,” Fred nodded to a blushing Harry who gave a little wave to the friendly woman.

“Well who’s this lovely little darling?” Madame Potage inquired.

“Erm… she’s our… cousin,” George answered, “distant cousin… from down south.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Madame Potage smiled kindly at Harry.

“I…Umm..er..,”Harry turned flushed and stammered. They did not think of a name yet!Stupid, Harry thought to himself, of course we needed to think of a name!

“Oh, um, she’s real shy,” Fred quickly interrupted, glancing about him for any kind of inspiration for a name. His eyes landed on the pile of books in the older woman’s arms. Fred’s smile widened when he saw the title of the top most one; Exploding Cauldrons: Tales of Pioneers in the Art of Potions Making by Eleanor Arbuthnot. “Eleanor. Her name is Eleanor.”

“It was certainly a pleasure to meet you, Eleanor,” Madame Potage said before turning back to the boys. “Well, I must be off. No telling how the store is doing. Leaving the shop in the hands of my dear husband can be quite a hazardous venture, as you know.” She nodded a goodbye and trotted off down the Alley.

Harry sagged in Fred’s hold, relieved to have survived his first encounter. “Not even five minute outside and we almost blew it!”

George chuckled and wrapped an arm around Harry’s thin waist and pulling him to his side. “Never worry, little Norrie, your beloved cousins would never let anything happen to you!”

Harry smiled sweetly up at the red haired man and hugged him around his waist, before they returned to their journey down the road.

The trio arrived in front of a large white building that towered over the other shops in the Alley. An enormous set of bronze doors, guarded by an unpleasant looking, yet well-dressed goblin, bared the emblem of golden scales topped by the bold lettered “GRINGOTT’S BANK”.

Harry had insisted their first stop be the wizarding bank. After years of being told by the Dursleys that he was nothing but a burden, he was loath to cause the twins any trouble while he stayed and that included expenses. The twins argued that he was their guest and he was going to be helping out in the store for his keep, but Harry had been adamant.

So it was that the three of them walked up the steps and through the bronze doors, greeting the goblin as they passed, and through the secondary silver doors to the cavernous main floor. Harry’s shoes clacked on the marble floor as he made his way to an open stall along the long counters.

“Yes?” snapped the goblin behind the counter, as if they were wasting his time.

Harry hurriedly rummaged through the small purple velvet pouch in his hand that held the few Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts he had left and extracted his vault key. “I would like to make a withdrawal from my account please, sir. Vault 687,” Harry said quietly, hoping he would not make a fuss that it was not Harry Potter who was making a withdrawal, but a girl named Eleanor.

The goblin raised an eyebrow as he took the key from the young girl who looked up at his with worried bright eyes. The key was that of the last Potter’s but this was not Harry Potter. The goblin took the key and jumped down from his stool. “Follow me, please.”

Harry folded his hands into the larger one of the twins on either side of him. They entered a long hallway lined on either side with door after door that seemingly went on forever. The goblin led them through a door and into a large ornate office. The walls were made of rock, the only clue of their place deep underground, and were covered by various tapestries. The floors were carpeted in lush burgundy carpets. The twins sat in comfortable chairs made of dark stained wood with matching burgundy cushioning.

Harry squeaked in surprise as George buckled under the temptation and pulled the smaller boy onto his lap and wrapping his arms around his thin waist and resting his chin over his shoulder. Harry blushed but stayed put. It felt so nice to feel his arms around him. He had never had so much positive touch in his life and enjoyed each embrace.

The goblin sat across from them behind a wide dark stained desk. “You are not the owner of this key,” he accused.

“Um, yes, I am, sir,” he brushed his hair back from his forehead and revealed his famous scar. “I’m in disguise.”

“Very well, we will need to confirm your identity before we go to your vaults, then” the goblin said, extracting a shiny dagger from the desk drawer.

Harry shrunk back into George’s chest. He did not know what they wanted to do to him, but the last time someone came at him with a dagger, they had raised Voldemort with his blood. In other words, he had not had very good luck with daggers in the past and was not too excited about them now.

“It’s alright, Lamb. He’s just going to prick your finger to identify your lineage and make sure you are indeed a Potter,” George soothed.

Harry cringed and buried his face into the crook of the bigger man’s neck, holding his small hand out for the goblin. He whimpered at the prick of pain on his finger.

“Here, lamb, I’ll heal it for you.” George held the much smaller hand tenderly in his own and raised it to his lips. He sucked the bleeding digit into his mouth and suckled lightly. Harry blushed as he watched him through his eyelashes and thanked him quietly when he performed a simple healing spell, before kissing him on the cheek and settling him back against his chest.

“I am sorry for the delay, Miss,” the goblin smirked, having confirmed his identity. “How much would you like to withdrawal. For the inconvenience, I am willing to go down and get it for you myself.”

“Thank you, sir. Could you just fill this back up, please?” Harry held out his old velvet sack. It was big enough that it would hold more than enough to last him the remainder of the summer and beyond.

Once Harry had got his money sack back, now full and heavy with coins, the twins escorted him back out into the busy Alley.

The first order of business was a trip to Madam Malkin’s robe shop. Harry had no clothes other than the raggedy hand-me-downs that he had arrived on the Weasley’s door step with. The transfiguration that had turned those rags into the outfit he now wore would wear off in a few hours, so they need to get new ones. Conscious of the fact that he would be Eleanor for the rest of the summer, they made their way back to the women’s robes and accessories.

Harry shyly browsed the racks of brightly colored and frilly summer robes. He did not know why they called girls clothes “robes” too, they looked just like muggle dresses, albeit of a much older style. It was not unusual to see a distinguished witch walking around in robes that looked similar to dresses of the muggle Victorian period.

Flipping through the dresses the hung on the racks, occasionally picking one or two out to put aside to try on, Harry glanced around the store. He was looking out for anyone who would recognize him, but he was also looking for where the twins had run off to. Almost immediately after they entered the store the twins walked off and left Harry in the girls section. He felt a little disappointed. He wanted to try on the dresses and show them off to them. He had never been shopping for clothes with any one and had been looking forward to it.

His adorable pout almost instantly turned into a beaming smile when he caught the tops of two red heads bobbing through the store and walking in his direction.

“Norrie? Where are you beautiful?” called one of the twins.

Harry felt light as air at the loving tone of his voice. They thought he was beautiful.

“Here I am!” Norrie waved and jumped over the racks so that she could be seen over them.

Fred and George made their way over to her as she was peaking over the robe racks.

“Where did you go?” Norrie questioned, raising innocent doe eyes to them.

George silently cursed as he felt his trousers tighten. Fred reached down and cupped little Norrie’s soft cheek and kissed her on the forehead. “We just went and put some things on hold at the counter, little love.”

Norrie gave them his brightest smile and showed them the arm full of clothes she had gathered.

“I have to try all this on. Will you help me?”

The twins grinned at each other and led the way to the changing rooms. Norrie tried on dress after dress, coming out and showing the boys. She twirled and sashayed in the frilly skirts and blushed prettily at the low cut of the bodices. They gathered enough new dresses for each day of the week and silken stockings in every color. They left the shoe section with more pairs of shoes than Harry had had in his entire lifetime. On their way out, the twins paid for two bags from Madame Malkin, though they would not tell Harry what was in them. The trio had a wonderful time and at the end of the day, they were all ready for a rest.

“How ‘bout a treat, Norrie?” smiled Fred.

“A sweetie for our sweetie,” added George.

Little Norrie clapped her hands and bounced on her toes. “Oh, yes, please!”

The Twins escorted a bubbly Norrie into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, a magical bell tinkling as they entered. They settled in a corner booth and waited for the waiter to take their orders.

“My,my,” greeted the server, a rotund man with bushy black hair and a wide smile, “who is this little charmer, here? You wily rapscallions kidnap a princess from somewhere?”

Little Norrie giggled, hiding her pretty smile behind a delicate hand. The twins had obviously made friends with everyone in Diagon Alley since they moved there. Everyone was so nice.

“Of course not!’

“This is Norrie.”

“Our cousin.”

“Distant cousin.” The twins spoke back and forth.

“Well, Welcome!” the server said. “What would you like, little one?”

“May I have a strawberry smoothie?”

“Of course!”

The twins each ordered a smoothie as well. The three of them sat and talked about inconsequential things until their orders were brought to them.

Norrie sucked delicately through her straw, humming her pleasure at the cool sweet taste. Fred flushed in arousal and his cock twitched at the erotic sounds coming from the sweet child across from him. George once again gave in to temptation and surprised Norrie by grabbing her and dragging her from her seat beside him and placing her in his lap.

She looked up in surprise, licking her plump lips free of the pink syrup and staring with wide emerald eyes.

“Is yours good too?” she asked.

The twins nodded not trusting their voices, watching her little pink tongue glide over her luscious lips.

George rubbed his hands over the bit of thigh that was exposed. Norrie’s skirt had ridden up a bit when she had been placed on George’s lap. The soft pale skin was exposed and George fought himself. He wanted to see those silky white panties that were just out of sight. Just thinking of the little ruffles that lined the leg openings, the clean innocent white color, and the bulge of her young cock caused him to harden, pre-cum leaking in his pants.

He gasped as Little Norrie wiggled against him, spreading her legs a little to lean forward, sucking in the last of her smoothie. If they did not get out of here he knew he would explode in his pants right here in the ice cream parlour.

The twins had been enamored with Harry Potter since third year when the younger boy had arrived at Hogwarts. They had thought he was the most beautiful boy they had ever seen, and that year, spent almost as much time wanking to the image of his bright smile as they did on school work. There was no way they were going to let him go without letting him know how much they loved him, a feeling that went far beyond the brotherly love they professed.

Fred, who saw his brother’s predicament, announced that it was time to head back to the flat. He was thoroughly jealous. When they got back, he was determined to have some fun with Harry as well. An excited tingle rushed down his spine when he thought about seeing Harry in the things they had bought in secret at Madame Malkin’s.

A/N: Review! Review! More suggestions are welcome! Eventually, I think Harry has to go back to Hogwarts. I still don’t know what excuse to give Dumbledore for not being at Privet Drive! What do you think?
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