To Be Normal | By : Anomalylady Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21323 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10 |
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To Be Normal
Chapter 1
-Dreams-
Harry walked down the empty corridor, he knew he was somewhere inside Hogwarts but where exactly he couldn’t tell. He studied the paintings and the architecture for clues but for some reason everything looked out of focus. Taking off his glasses and looking down to grab the bottom hem of his shirt in order to clean the lenses he gasped in shock at the sight of his exposed legs. What the bloody hell was he doing walking around the school in a bloody skirt!Cleaning off his glasses was forgotten, the horror he felt at his attire dismissing all other thoughts. He pulled at the bottom of the skirt, desperate to hide his thighs but this only caused the offending garment to slide lower off his hips. The cool breeze suddenly brushing against his lower back stopped all movements and Harry was sure he was now hyperventilating…
He was sure the skirt was shorter than the school issued ones the girls wore, and the shirt was smaller and tighter than he felt it had any right to be. Adding to his ever growing panic, his school tie was resting between a pair of breasts; they were very small but there was no denying they were there.
Harry felt tears prickle in his eyes, somehow his secret was out and he’d been relegated to wear the girls’ uniform. Unable to stamp down his curiosity, he checked the hallway to make sure he was still alone and lifted the skirt up just high enough to slide his other hand to his crotch. He couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he felt his prick was still there, freak he may be but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to deal well with missing a crucial part of his anatomy.
He was so deep in thought that he never noticed that he was no longer alone; a yelp of surprise escaping as he felt one pair of hands clasp over mouth while another set dragged him out of bright corridor and into a shadowed alcove. Harry struggle against his abductors with all his strength but he was no match against the obviously larger and stronger strangers.
He had been about to try to bite onto one of the large hands covering his mouth when he heard an all too familiar chuckle, his eyes narrowed in anger; he should have known.
“Now, now Harry. No need for hysterics~” It was one of the Weasley twins, but as it was dark, Harry was unable to identify which one.
“Ya, Harry. Don’t you trust us~” The twin behind him, the one that had been clamping his mouth shut, teased.
“That hurts.” They chimed together.
Neither of the older boys let go of Harry, though his mouth was now free. The twin facing him held on tightly to his hips, while the other snaked his arms just below Harry’s small breast causing the younger teen to stiffen.
“What are you two playing at? Scared the day lights out of me!” He accused, trying to wiggle himself free to no avail.
“Why didn’t you tell us Harry?” The boy facing him asked, feigning hurt.
“We could’ve have helped, you know.” The other whispered and Harry shivered has warm breath ghosted over his ear and down his neck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry tried to sound firm but as the hands on his hips had started to rub slow circles on them, occasionally lifting his shirt up and brushing against his bare skin, he felt his knees go weak and his temperature rise.
“Harry, Harry.” The twins tutted in unison.
“We just want to help Harry~” Harry decided that the twin facing him was Fred, it was easier to keep track of them this way, especially when they spoke like this.
“Will you let us help you Harry?” George asked huskily.
Harry felt the heat rise up to his ears and the familiar tightening in his groin. He shut his eyes, trying to will his growing erection away but gasped loudly when George’s hands moved up to cup his breasts. The overly sensitive nipples hardening at the touch.
“W-what are you doing?” Harry’s voice quaked while Fred’s large hands moved down hips, over the too short skirt and glided onto his bare thighs.
“We like you Harry~” Fred answered, leaning down to lay gentle kisses on Harry’s exposed neck.
“Will you let us take care of you?” George asked before taking Harry’s left earlobe in his mouth and gently pinching his nipples.
Harry’s breath came in quick short bursts; he knew his brain wasn’t really working properly, his hormones having gone through the roof under the twins’ talented teasing. His small cock had grown incredibly hard and was straining and twitching against his panties, moisture had begun leaking from his hole – he refused to use the V word or any other feminine variation for his female anatomy- quickly soaking the area between his legs.
He groaned and whimpered; Fred had moved from caressing his thighs to kneading his arse, each large hand easily palming each globe of muscle. George for his part had latched on to Harry’s neck, loosened his tie and was now very slowly undoing the buttons on Harry’s shirt.
“Fred, George?” Harry asked between panting breaths. He fancied them, had for a good while now but had never imagined they’d be able to see past his freakishness… He wanted them, wanted this. It felt so good, the warm hands touching, the hot mouth on his neck.
“Will you let us, Harry?” They asked again in perfect unison, their already deep voices pitching lower with lust.
“Gods, yes!” Harry burst out, gasping again when George rip his shirt open, exposing pale flushed flesh, his small breasts bouncing slightly and hard nipples sticking out, begging for attention.
Harry’s brain turned off and he let himself get swept away by the twins’ now almost frantic exploration of his body. He barely felt his skirt being pushed up to just below his breasts and his panties pulled down to his ankles. He moaned and threw his head back onto Georges shoulder has Fred grabbed a hold of prick, slowly stroking it, occasionally smearing the beading pre-cum with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful like this Harry.” George affirmed loudly, his own breath quickening as released his own trapped erection to rub it between the smaller teens firm ass cheeks.
Fred confirmed his agreement with a simple humming sound before his mouth attached itself to Harry’s right nipple, sucking on the hard nub greedily.
“Fred!” Harry looked down in the shadowed alcove. He couldn’t see clearly but he could make out the older teens face looking up at him while pulling his nipple taught.
Harry’s hips thrust forward of their own volition, wanting more pressure from the hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. When he thrust back, he ground his ass harder onto George’s much larger shaft which was leaving a slick patch between his cleft.
Moans, groans and muttered intelligible words filled the alcove, the three teens frantically rubbing and pulling at each other.
George was now playing with Harry’s left breast while nipping, licking and all around worshiping Harry’s neck and shoulders. His hips grinding faster and harder against the willing ass facing him.
Harry hummed in approval as he lifted his arms up and wrapped them loosely around Georges’ neck. He whimpered in disappointment when Fred let go of the abused nipple but was pleased when the boy’s mouth covered his own. Their tongues rushed out into the other’s mouth, the kiss was brutal, demanding and Harry didn’t care one bit as their teeth clacked together on occasion.
His body thrummed in approval at the rougher treatment and seemed to be begging for more as he felt his juices begin to leak down his inner thighs. The growing coil in his stomach was almost unbearable, he wanted to cum so badly but the twins just wouldn’t let him.
Since Fred had let go his right breast, George’s free hand quickly took over. Squeezing and pulling at the small yet extremely perky tits. He pinch, rolled and pulled at the nipples causing Harry to arch his chest forward while grinding his ass harder against the cock between his ass cheeks. Moans and pleas to let him cum escaped the raven haired teen between the frantic kissing.
Fred smirk against Harry’s mouth and lowered himself to his knees. Even from this position it was obvious how short the younger of them was since Fred still had to lean down a bit before taking Harry’s bouncing cock into mouth.
This time around Harry shouted, a string of expletives rushing out of his mouth at the overwhelming feeling of someone’s hot wet mouth sucking him in deeply. He doubted he would last much longer now, he could feel himself barreling to the edge but for some reason just couldn’t seem to be able to let himself tumble over it.
Suddenly Fred grabbed Harry’s left leg, nearly causing the teen to lose his balance, and secured it high up on his shoulder. He continued to suck on Harry’s cock with abandon, using his right hand he steadied the teen and his left hand slowly searched out the soaking mess that lay between Harry’s thighs. Nimble yet large fingers probed at the delicate folds of flesh, the abundant moisture making it easy for him to maneuver his way in.
Harry’s eyes shot wide open once he figured out just what Fred was intending to do. He opened his mouth to ask a question but was cut off by George who bit down on his shoulder just as two of Fred’s fingers breached him.
A loud strangled moan shot out of Harry and his whole body stiffened than shook. The joined sensations of the bite at the crook of his neck, his nipples pulled taught, the cock furiously fucking the crevice of his ass, the mouth humming around his own cock, and finally the fingers thrusting in and out of his hole was simple too much. Harry’s eyes rolled to back of his head and he promptly passed out.
Harry shot up, gasping for breaths. His chest heaved desperately trying to draw in as much precious oxygen as possible. His body trembled and he blinked blindly, a shaky hand reaching for his glasses. Finally after a few moments the fog began to clear and Harry was able to think coherently.He was on his rickety cot, in his dingy room back at the Dursleys. The whole thing had been just a dream and Harry felt his face heat up in embarrassment, he could feel the rapidly cooling patch at the front of his boxers – at least he wasn’t hard anymore- and the telltale dampness between his legs.
He groaned…
This wasn’t his first wet dream by a long shot or even his first time dreaming about him being at the centre of a delicious Weasley Twins sandwich but he had never dreamed of wearing the girls’ school uniform before… Harry had a random thought that maybe it was simply a bad influence from the dirty mags he’d filched from his cousin but he doubted it. In fact, he was pretty sure the beginning of his dream had come from his growing fear that his body had started to change near the end of last term and he dreaded what that would mean for him.
Shooting a dirty look at his still beeping alarm clock, Harry leaned over to shut off. It was six am and it was time for him to get his morning chores started. First he gingerly removed his boxers, choosing to hide the incriminating evidence in his school trunk –he would sneak into the bathroom sometime tonight to clean them up- and quickly rushed out with some clean clothes to the bathroom for a cold wash down at the sink. He wasn’t allowed to use the shower and was forced to make due with a ratty cloth, a bar of cheap hand soap, and a single sink full of cold water. It sucked but he was used to it by now and didn’t waste any time.
Ten minutes later saw Harry washed and dressed, quietly making his way down the stairs to cook breakfast. However upon reaching the kitchen he stopped short, a very confused look spreading across his face.
“Aunt Petunia?” Harry whispered, thoroughly gobsmacked by the site that greeted him.
Petunia Dursley had already started breakfast; a task usually reserved for Harry during the summer holidays. She was humming a pleasant tune, all the while seeming to be dancing on air in her kitchen.
The usually sour woman stopped her odd behavior as her named was called. “Oh, it’s you…” She sneered.
Harry was at least relieved that whatever was going on, his aunt wasn’t treating him any different.
“Umm… I thought~” Harry started but was halted by aunt.
“You’ll not be cooking any longer Freak.” She smiled in what Harry could only describe as deranged and slightly manic way. “You’re leaving. For good!” Petunia sniffed proudly, “I told that senile Headmaster of yours just what you were.” This time her smile grew larger at seeing Harry’s destroyed expression.
Harry felt like his heart had dropped, tears welled up in his eyes and his fist clenched tightly.
“If you’ll believe it, he didn’t seem bothered in the least.” Petunia continued, revelling in Harry’s depression. “He’s coming to pick you up this evening. Go pack your things and stay in your room until he shows up. Make a sound, take anything that isn’t yours and I’ll tell Vernon just what you are when he gets in early today. You can expect a proper beating if it comes to that.”
Harry stared at his aunt numbly in a state of ambivalence; he was beyond happy that Dumbledore would be coming to take him away from the Dursleys permanently but at the same time his secret had been revealed…
“Did you hear me Freak?” Petunia glared at her nephew, her arms crossing, spatula still in hand.
“Yes, aunt Petunia.” Without another word, Harry spun around as quickly as he could and rushed up to his room, taking the stairs two at a time.
He was leaving his prison, not only early but from what Petunia had said he wouldn’t be coming back. Ever. Maybe he could write to Ron and Hermione while he waited for the Headmaster. He didn’t much care where he’d be going but hoped he’d get to return to the Burrow… And as for his secret, well he’d just have to find a way to get Dumbledore to agree to not tell anyone, right?
Right…?
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