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Weasley’s slut	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 152587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: Written for Dark Serpent Cat’s ‘Harry is the Weasley’s slut’ challenge.

Chapter 3

A fourteen year old Harry groaned as he sat at the kitchen in The Burrow, he couldn’t believe what had happened in his third year at Hogwarts, he had come so close to having a link to his parents, he could almost taste the freedom of getting away from the Dursley’s only for it to come crashing down around him.

Sighing again Harry placed his head in his folded arms allowed himself to sink further into depression; he knew he should be excited what with The Quidditch World Cup coming up and all but the thought of never being able to see Sirius or Remus just weighed to heavily on his mind.

Suddenly the old clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing throughout the house. Turning his head in his arms so he was facing the clock Harry let a small smile play on his lips.

“Happy fourteenth birthday Harry,” he said softly with another depressed sigh, “Another year older.

“Well then it’s a good thing I brought you a present isn’t it?”

Jumping in shock Harry quickly turned around only to find himself facing a tired looking Mr. Weasley. Looking the man up and down Harry took in the tired expression and the suitcase at his side.

“Just got back from work?” Harry asked with a small frown, “Isn’t this a bit to late?”

Arthur sighed and placed his suitcase on the kitchen table, “It is but it’s part of my job Harry, it’s not the first time or the last time that this will happen.”

“Oh,” Harry said dumbly only to suddenly realise something, “How did you get into the house? I thought you always came through the Floo.”

“I do but not when I come home this late at night,” Arthur said with a smile as he removed his robes and tie, “Normally the fire has burnt out and I don’t want to wake my family up so I Apparate to the edge of the wards around The Burrow then walk the rest of the way, sometimes a little walk does me a lot of good.”

Nodding his head Harry slowly made his way towards Mr. Weasley, a small blush playing on his face as he remembered their last few night time activates. They stood in silence as Mr. Weasley removed his work clothes until he wore only his slippers, trousers and shirt. Slowly Harry’s eyes racked in Mr. Weasley’s form, the baggy robes that Mr. Weasley usually worse covered a healthy body even if there was a bit of fat in places Harry couldn’t help but to find Mr. Weasley’s body an attractive sight.

“Like what you see?” Arthur asked only to chuckle at the sound of surprise Harry made, “Come here you, daddy’s got you a little gift.”

Happily Harry went into the open arms that offered love, protection, warmth and safety. As Mr. Weasley hugged him Harry couldn’t help but to let out a happy sigh and to listen to Mr. Weasley’s heat beat, as his nervous slowly calmed down and his thoughts forgotten he began to relax more into the hug.

“Before I give you your birthday gift Harry I want to ask you about something,” Mr. Weasley said as he rubbed Harry’s back soothingly, “Can you tell me what you was so depressed about when I first came in?”

“It’s nothing important really,” Harry said with a small shake of his head, “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Harry I’ve raised seven children, also if you include yourself and Hermione that’s nine children, you can’t pull the Dementor cloak over my eyes,” Arthur said softly, “Here, let’s get comfortable then you can tell me all about what’s bothering you.”

Nodding his head Harry allowed himself to be lead from the kitchen and into the living rom. He watched as Mr. Weasley sat down in that familiar chair that Harry remembered from all those years ago, from when he had come downstairs and found the twins, Ron and Mr. Weasley.

“Here we are,” Arthur said as he patted his knee, “Come on Harry, I won’t bite tonight.”

Blushing madly at Mr. Weasley’s joke Harry nervously walked over to Mr. Weasley and sat down on his lap. Harry blushed as Mr. Weasley drew him into another hug and allowed him to rest his head on his shoulder.

“Comfortable Harry?” Mr. Weasley asked, gaining a small yet shy nod from Harry he continued, “Well ready to tell me what’s bothering you Harry?”

Harry couldn’t help it, he didn’t know if it was how Mr. Weasley was holding him, or the comfort he offered or the simple fact that he gave Harry a listening ear but he found himself telling Mr. Weasley everything and anything. From blowing up his Aunt Marge last summer all the way to freeing his Godfather thanks to Hermione’s time turner.

Harry soon found that Mr. Weasley, or Daddy as Mr. Weasley liked to be called when they were alone (through sometimes it was ‘master’) was a great audience, he made all the right sounds in the right places and knew when to offer support and when not too.

“You’re worried that you’ll never be able to see Sirius or Remus again,” Arthur said softly at the end of Harry’s tale, “Your scared of losing some type of link to your parents, your upset because the chance to get away from your relatives was so close yet so far away.”

“Yeah,” Harry said softly with a small nod of his head, “My mind’s just so full of what happened last year that I can’t stop thinking so I can sleep.”

“Well I might have an answer to that problem of yours,” Arthur said with a wink, “If you stand up I’ll show you what I mean my sexy birthday boy.”

Blushing madly Harry quickly stood up and watched Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley gave Harry a playful wink, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the nearby sofa. With a few words and movements that Harry didn’t quite catch the sofa was now a clean and fresh bed.

“Harry, I hope you like your birthday present,” Arthur said and with another flick of his wand both Harry’s and his clothes where gone, “Much better don’t you think?”

Harry couldn’t find the muscles in his mouth to answer, he felt his face slow begin to heat up. He moved his hands to cover himself up only for Mr. Weasley to reach forwards and stop him.

“No need to cover up son, no one is about to walk in on us and I want to give you your birthday present,” Mr. Weasley said kindly as he lead Harry over to the clean double bed, “Harry...have you ever heard of the 69 position?”

Shaking his head in confusion Harry sat down on the bed in an attempt to hide his excited member. Harry gulped as Mr. Weasley sat down on the bed next to him. Their eyes meet and Harry couldn’t turn away, he felt shivers running up and down his spine as Mr. Weasley rubbed his top inner thigh.

“Relax Harry, it’s your birthday, let me position you and do all the work,” Arthur said comfortingly as he kissed Harry’s neck, “Just relax and feel, I promise you that I won’t do anything you’re not ready for Harry.”

Nodding his head nervously Harry allowed Mr. Weasley to lie him down on the bed; he gave a soft moan as the elder wizard’s hand rubbed his nipples. Looking nervously into Mr. Weasley’s eyes Harry could only find comfort and support in them; with a rub to his bum Harry let out a soft moan and found himself relaxing into Mr. Weasley’s touch.

“Let me guide you,” Arthur said softly into Harry’s ear, “Relax and just feel.”

Blushing madly Harry allowed Mr. Weasley to turn him onto his side, confusion he opened his mouth only to find Mr. Weasley’s manhood in his face. Harry was confused only the confusion didn’t last long as a warm and wet cavern envelop Harry’s moan member.

“D-Daddy,” Harry moaned softly as Arthur licked and sucked his member, “W-what-“

“Do to me what I’m doing to you Harry,” Arthur answered as he licked the tip of Harry’s manhood, “Just relax and let your feelings guide you.”

Nodding his head shyly Harry slowly took Mr. Weasley’s manhood into his own mouth. He moaned softly as the pleasure washed over him, slowly he moved his mouth just like his…daddy…was doing only to grow more confidante at the pleasure he was giving and receiving if the sounds that came out of them both was anything to go by.

Mr. Weasley moaned loudly around Harry’s member, all common sense was gone as Harry’s beautiful mouth sucked him dry, the sinful moaning of Harry that was sending vibrations that his manhood only seemed to increase the levels of pleasure. Soon he felt himself arching his back into Harry’s mouth while moaning in pleasure. It seemed that Harry’s talent with his mouth had improved with age.

With a loud loan from both males the came together, both of them swallowing the other as their members were sucked dry. After a few moments of silence and pants as they tried to catch their breath Mr. Weasley spoke with a sly grin.

“Harry, are you sure you’ve not been practicing while you’ve been at Hogwarts? It seems you’ve gotten better with your mouth,” he chuckled as Harry went bright red and shook his head, “Only joking Harry, plus next summer you’ll be finally old enough for me to carry out the first step in your lessons.”

Harry perked up, “Really?”

“Really,” Arthur said as he chuckled at Harry’s obvious excitement, “I’ll be coming to Hogwarts now and then to teach you and Ron as well, I think you’ll be finding next year a…roller coaster of pleasure and emotions.”

“Arthur’s right darling plus I’ll get to watch more good shows like this.”

Sharing a confused look both males quickly covered themselves with the bed sheets before turning to find a giggling Mrs. Weasley standing in the door way.

“Oh Molly dear it’s only you,” Arthur said with a soft blush, “I didn’t hear you come down stairs.”

“Well dear you forgot the silencing spell again,” Molly said with a giggle, “And you know what I like to watch.”

Sighing Arthur smiled lightly and turned to Harry, “I hope you don’t mind Harry but my wife has a love of watching yaoi.”

Seeing Harry’s confusion Mrs. Weasley explained, “Yaoi means male on male action, and I just have to say Harry you make the most yummiest and submissive! It’s a nice change as all of my son’s and husband are dominates.”

“Watch it Harry,” Arthur said with a playful wink as he transfigured the bed sheets into a pair of underwear for them both, “It seems that my wife’s got her eyes set on you.”

“Oh Arthur stop scaring the poor boy,” Molly tutted playfully, “We’re trying to teach him the ways of sex, not scare the poor lad off of it!”

“Mrs. Weasley,” Harry asked nervously as he bit his bottom lip, “Mr. Weasley…”

Both adults turned to Harry and gave him their full attention.

“What is it dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she walked forward and sat down on the corner of the bed, “Is something wrong?”

“Well…you see…” Harry wiggled about nervously, “Mrs. Weasley are…are you jealous or angry at me…I mean…what with Mr. Weasley and…daddy…and master…”

“No Harry, I’m not angry or jealous,” Molly said with a comforting smile, “Through I do love that you call my husband Master and Daddy,” she giggled at Harry’s and Arthur’s blushes, “Just call me Mummy now Harry, your part of the family now, I know my children have already agreed to this so don’t worry about calling us mum or mummy and dad or daddy when they’re about either, we’re not letting you go now Harry, your family.”

At Mr. Weasley’s nod Harry couldn’t help the large beaming smile to cover his face.

He had a family.

To Be Continued…
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