Cupido Infinitus

A/N Wow! Thanks for all the positive responses to this fiction. I’m happy you are enjoying it. I’m having lots of fun with it myself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

A Twist of Fate

“Do you really think they’ll show up?” Daphne asked as Pansy finished reading the guest list to the entrance portrait of the Slytherin dungeon.

“Did you see Potter’s face today when we talked to him? He was definitely interested,” Pansy replied.

“Not to mention the bulge in his trousers,” Daphne laughed as they made their way back into the common room.

“The bulge in who’s trousers?” Milly Bulstrode asked from her position on a chaise.

“Potter’s,” Daphne giggled. “He’s a right randy bloke if I ever seen one.”

Milly yawned, pretending to be bored. “Didn’t you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Potter and Weasley are under the influence of some sort of lust potion,” Milly explained, drolly. “And supposedly none of the antidotes are working.”

Everyone lounging in the common room suddenly went quiet, wanting to hear this juicy piece of gossip.

“How do you know this?” Pansy asked.

“I was using the loo between classes and I overheard some witches talking about it. Apparently, they want to fuck everyone.”

Draco smiled smugly at Blaise. “So much for your irresistible charm, Blaise.”

Pansy fluttered between them, declaring, “Let’s get this party started, shall we?” She did not want these two to start fighting again.

“Oh, look, the entertainment has arrived,” Theodore Nott laughed, nodding at the entrance.

All heads turned to see Potter and Weasley standing just inside the portrait entrance.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Pansy.” Draco muttered.

Pansy turned her head and smiled slyly at him. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Draco darling.”

OOOOO

“Miss Granger, I will need the original potion Weasley consumed as well as the failed antidotes and lists of ingredients for all and procedures used,” Snape said as he began setting up a series of cauldrons and burners on a table.

Hermione frowned. “Oh, well, I would have to ask Matilda for those. Can I use your floo, sir?”

“You may. And if Miss Reddenstar is available, I suggest she come as well,” he replied.

Hermione went to the professor’s big hearth and spotted his floo powder on the mantle. She took a handful and tossed it in the fire, stating, “Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.”

She stuck her head through and spotted Matilda sitting at her potions table, head in her hands, tired and frustrated. “Matilda?”

Matty looked up and saw Hermione’s face in the fire. “Hermione? Oh, hello, yes… I’m still trying to figure it out…”

“Listen, I’m with Professor Snape and he’s willing to help us out with an antidote,” Hermione explained.

“Oh, my, you told him?”

“I had to do something. Can you bring the original potion and the failed antidotes here? He is getting things set up to help you.”

“Yes, I’ll be right there. Keep that floo open.”

OOOOOO

Pansy and Daphne ushered Harry and Ron to the refreshment table, offering them drinks and trying to deflect any negative comments directed their way.

Theodore Nott stood nearby, assessing the situation. “Frankly, I’m shocked you two came at all.”

“Why, we were invited,” Harry replied.

“We did think it was a trick at first. But, then, we thought, ‘What the fuck. Slytherins will be up for a good time.’ You probably do a lot of fucking, right?” Ron asked, hopefully.

The Slytherins laughed.

“So it it’s true, then?” Crabbe inquired. “You two are on some sort of lust potion?”

“Yeah, so?” Ron answered. “I hope you Slytherins are more action than talk. Seamus, Neville, and Dean are right prudes.”

The Slytherins laughed some more.

“Who you been fucking?” Goyle called out, highly entertained by the situation.

Ron put his hand up and began counting. "Since the potion, I’ve had Harry, a couple of witches we met at Diagon Alley, and Lavender Brown. I could have had more if Lavender wasn’t watching me like so close. I’m fucking grateful to get away from her tonight.”

“You two are fucking?” Daphne grinned.

“Yeah, why not,” Ron shrugged. “A fuck is a fuck.”

“How about you, Harry?” Pansy asked, handing him a glass of spiked pumpkin juice.

“Ron, Zabini, the two witches in Diagon Alley, Romilda Vane, and the Patil twins,” Harry laughed. The Slytherins turned to look at Blaise who was smirking delightfully.

“Ah, Potter, you do kiss and tell,” Blaise teased.

“We did loads more than kiss, Zabini,” Harry replied, licking his lips.

The Slytherins laughed again.

Except Draco, that is, who was leaning against the wall looking disgusted. He pushed away from the wall and began to leave toward his room.

“Draco?” Pansy called after him. “Where are you going?”

“Away from here,” he replied, without turning around.

“But…” Pansy’s face fell in disappointment. Part of the reason she invited Potter was for him. She had thought he’d be pleased to have his chance.

“You don’t need him to have a good time, Pans,” Blaise said, grinning at her in conspiracy.

“Hey, Zabini,” Harry said, “I told Ron he should give you a try.”

“You did, did you?” Blaise laughed.

Theodore Nott rolled his eyes. “Have you no shame, Potter?”

“Why waste time worrying about shame, Nott? You could join in, too. I’m sure Ron wouldn’t mind,” Harry replied.

“In your dreams,” Nott sneered.

“Oh, another fucking prude, Harry,” Ron laughed.

Pansy laughed. “Teddy just needs a few more drinks to loosen up a bit.”

Harry put his hand on Pansy’s hip. “How about you, Parkinson? You loose enough?”

The boys in the room laughed at the double meaning and Pansy shot daggers from her eyes. “Shut up.” She turned back to Harry, putting a hand on his chest and simpered, “ If you play your cards right, Potter.”

“So we going to fuck or not, Zabini?” Ron asked, looking the dark and handsome boy over. Blaise rose from his chair, grinning.

“Come on, then. You too, Teddy,” Blaise laughed. “Let’s take this party to my room.”

“I’m not fucking Weasley,” Theodore announced.

“Too bad, then,” Blaise retorted. “You won’t get a chance with me then, either.”

Nott slammed his drink down. “Fine! I’ll fuck him and you, Blaise.”

Blaise smiled to himself, leading the two boys from the room. Nott had been wanting to fuck Blaise for quite some time now and Blaise knew he couldn’t resist.

Harry started to follow, but Pansy pulled him back. “Where are you going, Potter?”

“To fuck,” Harry stated. “It’s why I came here.”

“You’ve already had Blaise and Weasley. And Teddy is no big deal. Come with me and Daphne. We’ll give you a good time.”

Harry’s grin grew. “All right.” He looked around the room. “Anyone else want a go?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Millicent smiled, rising from her chaise. “A chance to have Harry Potter.”

Crabbe and Goyle followed the girls, who were tugging at Harry into the girl’s room.

“Vincent and Gregory, I didn’t know you’d want a bloke?” Daphne said, surprised.

“We’re just watching,” Goyle announced, sitting on a sofa on the side of the room. Crabbe joined him.

“Suit yourselves,” Pansy said, taking her wand and joining three of their small beds together into one big bed. Then she pushed an already hard and excited Harry Potter onto it.

Millicent laughed and pounced on the bed behind Harry, putting her lips on his earlobe and whispering. “Have you ever seen any truly wicked witches, Potter?”

“Not sure…” Harry mumbled, his hand going over his cock as Pansy and Daphne smiled coyly at him a few feet away. Harry’s cock hardened even more as the two witches began kissing each other, their hands roaming each other’s blouses, feeling one another. “Nice,” Harry breathed, his hand rubbing his cock over his trousers.

“Let me do that for you, Potter,” Millicent said, her hand sliding around Harry and rubbing over his cock while she tongued his ear. “Mmmm… nice cock.”

Crabbe and Goyle shifted in their seats, wanting to grab their own cocks, but resisting in front of the Gryffindor.

“Show him more,” Milly ordered her friends.

Daphne and Pansy laughed softly as they began unfastening each other’s clothing and throwing it to the side, groping one another along the way and bending to lick a shoulder, a neck, or the top of a breast and always returning for a delicious tongue filled kiss.

Harry groaned. “Fuck,” he rasped. Millicent had Harry’s cock now out of his trousers and was moving her hand on him as he watched Daphne and Pansy fingering one another as they kissed, making soft mewling noises and moans.

Crabbe and Goyle couldn’t resist any longer and both boys had stuck their hands down their own trousers, getting themselves off at the sight.

Millicent pulled Harry’s shirt off before she came to kneel on the floor between his legs, smiling wickedly up into his face as she grasped his cock and swallowed it deeply in her mouth.

Harry groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she sucked him off. When Pansy fell to her knees and began spreading Daphne’s pussy lips to lick her clit, Harry’s eyes rolled back and he shot his load in Milly’s hungry mouth. It was all too fucking sexy. Millicent swallowed his cum, moaning in satisfaction.

“Like that, did you, Potter?” Milly grinned.

Harry panted, watching Pansy lick Daphne’s cunt while she fingered her. “Merlin, you witches are hot,” Harry rasped. He didn’t notice Millicent taking her wand up until she muttered the charm to make Harry hard again.

“We are just getting started,” Millicent grinned, as Daphne screamed in orgasmic bliss.

OOOOO

Hermione wiped her forehead. It was so hot in Snape’s quarters with four cauldrons on high burning flames. She felt a bit useless as the professor and Matilda went from cauldron to cauldron, testing the various ingredients and discussing the properties. All she could do was watch, really.

She noticed a refrigerated cabinet in the corner and asked, “Professor, may I get everyone something to drink? It’s awfully warm in here.”

Snape answered without looking up. “There are butterbeers in the cabinet, Miss Granger. Please pour mine in a goblet.”

Hermione retrieved the butterbeers and began pouring. “Matilda, do you want one?”

“No, thank you, Hermione,” she replied, concentrating on her task.

She handed Snape a goblet and took a sip of her own. “Any progress?” she asked.

Snape drank from his goblet, giving her an impatient look as he set it down. “Miss Granger, please refrain from distracting talk.”

“Sorry,” she squeaked.

The minutes ticked by and Hermione grew bored. She put her face over the first cauldron, watching it bubble. How could Harry and Ron drink that stuff? It was a dark, ugly green, goopy color. She crinkled her nose in disgust.

Hermione failed to notice that her Head Girl badge had snagged on the handle of cauldron. As she pulled away, the cauldron slid off the burner.

Matilda gasped in horror and it seemed that all three of them could only look on as the first cauldron of potion crashed to the floor, exploding at impact and filling the room with eerie green mist.

They coughed and hacked as the fumes entered their lunges. Professor Snape moved to the window and threw it open, waving the fumes outward, but not before each of them had ingested a large quantity of the substance in the air.

Matilda coughed and waved her hand in front of her face, realizing the cauldron that exploded contained the original potion Harry and Ron had ingested. “Oh, no,” she worried.

“I’m so sorry,” Hermione apologized.

Then they heard a ’thump’ as Professor Snape fell to the floor in a faint. Matilda gasped. “Please, no…”

Then Hermione fell down in a faint.

Matilda shook her head, crying, “This can’t be happening again!” She knelt on the ground, waiting for her turn to faint. Surely she would suffer the same fate.

She waited.

And waited…

And… what was happening?

The air cleared as the fumes were sucked through the window into the night air. And Matilda did not faint. How could this be? Why was she spared?

The next thing she heard was the professor groan as he groggily began to open his eyes. Matilda put her hand to her mouth and bit down on her thumb in worry. Oh, Gods! What was to happen?

Then Hermione began to move and turned to her side. “Wha…” she whispered.

The professor sat up looking about at the two witches as Hermione lifted her head.

“How do you feel?” Matilda asked, afraid of the answer.

An unholy grin lit the professor’s face as he licked his lips. Then he looked at Hermione and asked, “Miss Granger, are you at the age of consent yet?”

Hermione squeezed her thighs together, as she rocked against the cold stone floor. She laughed and replied. “Indeed, sir, I am.”

“Oh, Merlin!” Matilda cried. “What do I do?”

OOOOOO

A/N Hahaha! Lots more fun ‘cuming’ up. And don’t worry about Draco. Good things come to those that wait. LOL

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