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- 1-A Little Problem of Virginity
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Written for the Virgin
Challenge by scribbulus_ink
on LJ.

Title: A Little
Problem of Virginity 1/1

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren@dtwins.co.uk

Pairing: Harry/(Fred and George)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Twincest. Threesome. This story is set post OOTP and therefore
has SPOLIERS. If you don't want to know anything that went on in book five do
not read this story.

Genre: Slash, Humour

Summary: Harry wakes up on his sixteenth birthday and decides that he
does not want to die a virgin.

Author's Notes: I seem to be rather addicted to challenges at the moment
:). Thanks go to Soph for giving this the once over as usual. Bang goes another
squick - twincest ahoy! My first real PWP ... I'm so proud ::g::.

A Little Problem of
Virginity

Even Harry had to admit
that over the Summer he must have been hell to live with. To say he had been
a little depressed was like saying the Titanic sank because someone threw a
snowball at it; possibly with a stone inside, but that might have been pushing
it. He had discovered he could kill an atmosphere in a room and drive all its
occupants to near suicide just by walking into it; a talent he had actually
found some pleasure in before the Dursleys had begged Dumbledore to remove him
from the household. Once he had taken up residence in number 12 Grimauld Place,
however, he took to spending his time alone.

It was as his sixteenth
birthday dawned that he had a revelation. To some it might have seemed like
a strange and somewhat irrelevant revelation given his state of mind, but it
was all Harry had, and finding a purpose seemed to help lift his spirits. He
realised that he was a virgin, not that that was much of a shock, but he also
realised he was now a virgin who could legally change that status.

Soon after this piece of
information made itself known another pointed itself out as well, and perversely
cheered him up. Undoubtedly he would be dead before he hit eighteen; at the
rate he was going before he even hit seventeen. Now to most this would not be
a cheery thought, but weighing it against the fact that Harry had been dwelling
on watching his friends die, this new idea was a good thing and it also gave
him a valid explanation for what he intended to do.

Climbing out of bed in
his own room (Ron had moved out after Harry's nightmares woke him for three
nights in a row), he stretched, and for the first time in a very long while
he smiled. Admittedly he had no idea of a plan, but that had never stopped him
before, and picking up his things he headed for the bathroom with operation
"I don't want to die a virgin" firmly in mind.

By lunch time he was beginning
to think that the universe hated him and was conspiring against him. How could
it be so hard to find someone to have sex with?

He had approached his first
potential match once breakfast was finished and after he had opened all the
presents people had seen fit to give him. There had been several remarks about
how much better he was looking, which he had no doubt was true after the way
everyone had braced themselves when he entered the kitchen and then relaxed
and actually looked relieved. He had even found himself enjoying the whole experience.
Since he was eleven years old there had been one reaction trained into him,
and it was no different in this case: if in doubt ask Hermione; so he had.

She had been terribly nice
about the whole thing, and given him a sweet little kiss on the cheek before
explaining that she too had been doing some thinking, and while she loved him
like a brother she had to admit that she did not swing that way. When she had
started telling him about how she had this continuing fantasy about Madame Hooch
and broomsticks he had listened attentively, given her his complete support,
and sat back to think through his own approach.

His limited experience
with relationships had lead him to the conclusion that he had to find a girl
to help him with the small problem of his virginity, but with Hermione's confession
he realised that there was a whole other playing field out there as well. Since
the only other girl he could think of within his proximity was Ginny, and although
he was sure he was going to die, he would rather it not be at the hands of his
best friend for deflowering his underage sister; Harry found himself widening
his scope.

The next person on his
'Who to turn to' list was of course Ron; which in hindsight had been a very
bad idea. Harry had only managed two sentences of his explanation before his
best friend began to look rather scared and in the interests of local harmony
and universal equilibrium he had decided to abandon the whole thing. Placating
Ron and convincing him that he was not contemplating suicide took over an hour
and by the time he'd finished Harry was seriously considering giving the whole
operation up as a bad lot. That was when he had seen Remus walking down one
of the corridors.

At first Remus had been
shocked and Harry had found himself blathering on trying to explain; a state
with which he had become all too familiar in what he lovingly referred to as
the Cho debacle. Remus had stopped him halfway through a grand speech something
to do with mentors and other things equally as asinine and told him that he
was honoured to be asked, but he couldn't just at the moment. The full moon
was coming up and he didn't trust himself, especially not with for what would
be Harry's first time. Waiting was an option, but by then Harry had been becoming
somewhat frustrated by his failures and had politely declined; hence his current
state of despondency as he stared at the lunch table. The way two people had
entered the room, muttered strangled hellos and fled gave him the distinct impression
that he was back to his original form.

The only other people in
the house were Molly, who was just so far out of the realm of anything approaching
possible it made him shudder; and Snape, the idea of having sex with whom was
right up there with kissing Voldemort's arse, as far as Harry was concerned.
He was toying with the corner of one of the cards he had received that morning
when the idea hit him. The solution was obvious; he didn't know why he hadn't
thought of it earlier: Fred and George.

They were his friends,
they were always up for a bit of mischief and he had no doubt they had experience.
Without waiting to think through his plan just like the true Gryffindor he was,
Harry walked into the drawing room, grabbed a handful of floo powder from the
pot on thntlentle and stepped into the fire, saying Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"Harry," one
of thins ins greeted cheerfully as he actually managed to step out of the grate
at the other end rather than sliding on his behind as he seemed to usually end
up doing, "what brings you here?"

Harry had no idea if the
twin in the workshop was Fred or George, but by now he really didn't care and
he just went with his instincts.

"...clear. You are
asking..."

"...us to assist you
personally ..."

"...with this problem?"

When the twins began finishing
each other's sentences it was difficult to follow who was saying what, Harry
decided that nodding was the best policy.

"Or just one of you,"
he added in a very small voice as both Fred and George took a step towards him.

It was only occurring to
him now that maybe he had started something that he couldn't control, especially
since the twins appeared to be looking at him like he was the most delicious
thing they had ever seen.

"You know..."

"... we share..."

"...everything, Harry."

He swaed hed hard as the
pair approached him.

"We'd be ..."

"...honoured to help..."

"...you out. We've
had..."

"...our eyes on you..."

"...since the Triwizard..."

"...Tournament."

Okay so that was news to
Harry, and the couple of butterflies dancing around in his stomach became a
whole swarm. When the twins reached him, he found that he had backed all the
way to the fireplace and his eyes were flicking between the two wizards like
a scared rabbit between a pair of foxes. Never had he associated the word 'predatory'
with Fred and George before, but he was suddenly finding it was now a required
part of his vocabulary.

"Do you have..."

"...any fantasies
you'd like ..."

"...us to fulfil,
Harry, or should..."

"...we just play it..."

"...by ear?"

He'd only come up with
the whole plan that morning and his fantasy life had far more to do with staying
alive than sex, so Harry hadn't actually come up with anything he specifically
wanted to do. For a moment he tried to think of something, anything to make
him look less like a complete idiot and more like someone who had actually thought
this through, but eventually he gave up.

"By ear," he
said and cringed as his voice cracked with nervousness.

"Come in to our ..."

"...parlour. Said
the spiders..."

"...to the fly."

Fred took one hand, George
took the other and Harry found himself being led into another room with no choice
in the matter whatsoever. His heart was hammering in his chest and he was completely
terrified, but his libido was definitely not against the idea and had sat up
and started taking notice, if the sudden rush of blood to certain parts of his
anatomy was anything to go by. The new room looked like an office, but before
Harry could really take a look at it Fred took his wand out and transfigured
the desk into a simple, but never-the-less, functional looking bed. Harry had
the distinct impression it was not the first time the twin had performed that
particular spell on that particular object and he couldn't help wondering how
often this room was used for such nefarious purposes. There were some sturdy
looking eyelets at either corner of the bed that he could see, but he decided
that he wasn't going to think about those or he might turn and bolt there and
then. As George wandered around the room transfiguring various other objects
Harry had to conclude that they had had practice at this.

"Do this a lot?"
he asked without trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

"This is our special
..."

"...room, Harry. Everything
actually started off..."

"...the way it is
now. We only..."

"...transfigured it
to put..."

"...off mum."

Harry decided to stop playing
mental tennis with the pair and just to think of them as one entity with two
bodies: it made the whole situation easier as well as saving him a headache.
He labelled them Fredngeorge in his head rather than Fred and George and suddenly
he wasn't quite so on edge.

"Occasionally we bring...friends
here, but usually it's just...us," Fredngeorge's two bodies told him with
matching smiles.

A warm feeling of belonging
crept up on Harry as he realised he was among a privileged few and he found
himself smiling, but the expression faltered when Fredngeorge approached him
again. 'Predatory' leapt to the front of his mind again.

"So, Harry...tell
us...is there anything...you particularly like?" they asked as they flanked
him on both sides.

"Um ... don't know,"
he admitted, biting his lip as Fredngeorge reached out to run their hands down
either of his arms.

"How about kissing?" one asked, stepping closer to him. "You
must have done that."

Harry felt his breath catching
in his throat as warm air passed over his ear and lips almost touched him.

"Once," he said
in a very tiny voice.

"See...we knew there...had
to be something... you'd done before," Fredngeorge said lightly.

"She cried,"
Harry told them before he had time for his brain to catch up with his mouth.

The twins stopped and shared
a look; Harry was mortified.

"Well, Harry,"
the body closest to him said with a smile, "we promise not to blub."

And then he found his mouth
caught by hot, demanding lips and Harry moulded to its owner without even thinking.
His body reacted and he moved as for once his brain failed to put itself in
the way. Possibly there was hope for him yet.

"Fast learner,"
he heard from Fredngeorge's other body, but he was far too interested in what
the tongue that had just forced itself between his lips was doing to really
pay much attention.

It had never been like
this with Cho and the contact sent stabs of arousal throughout his whole body.
Maybe he really was gay: who knew? One body was pressed against him in front
and when the other pressed up against him from behind and fixed lips on his
neck Harry thought he might have just found heaven. After his experience with
Cho he ha occ occasion wondered what all the fuss was about and he was beginning
to understand. When a hand slid round his side and then down over his oversized
jeans he couldn't help the yelp as another's fingers made contact with parts
that had only ever been his domain before. The twin attached to him at the lips
just took this as an opportunity to push his tongue further into Harry's mouth.

"Ooh, Harry,"
the twin behind him said, "you've been hiding a treasure from us."

Another hand joined the
first from Fredngeorge's other body and Harry thought his legs might give out.
The kiss broke and he found himself looking into delighted-appearing eyes.

"Let's get...naked,"
Freorgeorge said brightly and before he could agree of object Harry was being
relieved of his clothes.

Whatever practice the pair
had had, it involved removing clothes with an almost obscene efficiency and
Harry found himself stripped and laying on the bed before he had the remotest
chance to feel embarrassed. Fredngeorge followed him onto the mattress equally
as unclothed and he found himself between two bodies once more. As Fredngeorge
ran two pairs of eyes over him, Harry could not help but feel like the prize
exhibit in a gallery and he began to blush furiously.

"Ah...isn't that ...sweet,"
the twins said with matching grins. "Harry you...definitely need...debauching...you're
so...innocent. You...came to the...right place."

That little feeling of
worry grew slightly and for the umpteenth time Harry wondered just what he had
gotten himself into. However, the kissing and touching started again before
he could work himself into anything more than slight anxiety. When the body
behind him eventually moved away out of direct contact he began to pay attention
again.

"Just relax, pet,"
the twin in front of him said with what Harry decided was probably supposed
to be a comforting smile, but made the butterflies in his stomach cause a thousand
hurricanes. "We'll do all the work."

He tried to do as he was
told as his leg was lifted and placed on Fredngeorge's hip in front, but his
heart was thumping as warmth spread down his back when the other body returned.
Something touched gently between the cheeks of his arse and he heard a spell
being muttered before he felt strangely empty.

"Just a little preparation,"
were the only words Harry caught as something warm and slick was inserted into
his backside and his brain did a back flip.

His muscles clenched at
the intrusion and his breath caught in his throat. as as the object moved
and he felt a knuckle did he realise it was a finger.

"Relax, pet,"
came from in front and behind at the same time.

Taking a deep breath he
tried, but it was such a new sensation that it took him a moment. The finger
moved slowly and gently in and out waiting for him to become accustomed to it.
A little puritan part of his brain, the bit that Aunt Petunia had actually managed
to cultivate, screamed that this was unnatural and perverted, but it was bludgeoned
to death by the mob majority of his thoughts that were all in agreement as to
quite how nice the intrusion felt.

"Need to loosen...you
up, Harry," his lovers told him as one continued his ministrations from
behind and the other ran his fingers over Harry's aching nipples, "you're
so...tight."

When the finger moved deeper
and brushed against a place that Harry never knew existed he saw stars and the
moan that came out of his mouth would have made a porn star proud.

"I think he likes
that," the body behind him said with a laugh.

The finger brushed the
spot a few more times and Harry just let his body do whatever it wanted to;
conscious motor control was a thing of the past as far as he was concerned.
When the finger was withdrawn he was most disappointed.

"Let's try a little
larger now," the twin behind him whispered in his ear and the mob, gung-ho
mentality his thoughts had taken up faltered for a moment as fear poked its
head out from where it was hiding behind Gryffindor bravado.

This time when something
was placed against his now slick entrance it was harder, cooler and as it was
pushed slowly in he discovered it was somewhat bigger as well. He groaned as
the intrusion stretched the resisting muscle ring, but he relaxed into the sensation,
finding it much easier now that he was more used to the invasion of his body.
Fear went back to skulking in the background as pleasure exploded and wiped
out anything which refused to bend to its will.

Usually Harry was the one
in charge; the one in control, but as hands brushed his skin and Fredngeorge
made his body sing he had no choice but to simply let it happen. He wanted to
reciprocate, but as so many new sensations collided in him he could only react
and allow himself to be played. Making a complete idiot out of himself because
he tried to move when sensible muscle coordination was not possible was not
on the top of his to-do list.

"Toys are your friend,
Harry," one of his bed partners decided to enlighten him, but he didn't
try to figure out where the voice came from, "always remember that."

Remembering anything right
at that moment was a challenge; Harry was sure his brain was leaking out of
his ears, or possibly his cock. His arse sort of ached, but it was like the
ache in his balls and he wanted more: oh Merlin did he want more. He heard another
s mut muttered and the intrusion in his behind increased in size slightly at
which point his bit down lightly on the nearest piece of flesh, which resulted
in a heartfelt moan that for a change wasn't coming from him.

"Ooh, brother mine,"
the recipient said breathlessly, "we have a biter here."

"Hidden depths,"
was the reply from behind and Harry felt the toy in his arse being re-angled.

When it was pushed in this
time it brushed the same spot the finger had found previously and the little
stars were back. They were such wonderful little spots of light, bringing with
them a total absence of anything resembling thought. When the body in front
of him moved further down the bed and a mouth covered one of his nipples Harry
felt like he was going to explode. He had never in a million years dreamed it
could be anything like this.

He was paid back for his
earlier bite as teeth nipped at the besieged nipple and he realised why he had
elicited a moan as he did exactly the same thing. So they were useful for something
other than being the only place on his chest he seemed to be able to grow hair.

The ministrations continued
and Harry found himself loosing track of time as his body responded to each
and every touch of his lovers. If Snape had stormed through the door at that
moment, stark naked with a feather up his arse, Harry was pretty sure it wouldn't
have made the blindest bit of difference; and considering how he felt about
Snape that was saying something indeed. He tried to make a mental note to ask
Fredngeorge exactly what part of his anatomy was causing the stars, but it was
like trying to pin something on blemanche as his mind rebelled at any notion
of logical, cognitive function.

"I do believe he's
almost ready," his partner from behind said jubilantly and Harry found
his leg being moved slightly higher; fear tried to make itself known again,
but pleasure was on its game and gunned fear down like Rambo on pepper-up potion.

He was not consulted in
whatever was about to happen, but Harry wasn't complaining; that was until the
toy was removed and the body behind him shifted in very close. Blunt and hot,
those were the two things he had time to decided on before something far larger
than it felt physically possible to insert was being pushed into his arse. It
burned and it hurt, but hands clamped on his hips and legs from in front and
behind stopped him moving away from the intrusion.

"Relax, pet,"
Fredngeorge urged gently.

"I think I'd rather
die a virgin," Harry gasped as they held him in place.

Fear started doing a victory
dance with pain as pleasure looked on in complete confusion.

"Too late," the
twin in front of him said with a laugh.

As they remained completely
motionless the painful pulling gradually began to fade to the much more pleasant
burning ache and Harry's body slowly began to wake up to how this could be enjoyable.
Pleasure was playing with a large blunt object, similar in size to what his
imagination thought was up his arse, (although in reality he was sure the twin
behind him was not quite that well endowed) and definitely had its eye on fear
as his strained muscles became used to the whole situation.

"Going to move now,
Harry," Fredngeorge told him and begged no argument.

Fear tried to rally support
in his brain, but as the twin behind him pushed in further and hit the place
where the stars lived, pleasure went on a psychotic killing spree and nothing
else mattered. He didn't know how much more of this he cotaketake; there was
only so much sensation virgin territory could cope with. When the body in front
of him moved even further down the bed he did manage to take on the role of
holding his own leg up, but that was about as sensible and coherent as he had
any chance of being, especially when a warm, incredible, sensuous, indescribable
mouth enveloped his cock. He almost came on the spot, only a sudden pressure
just behind his balls stopped him.

"Not yet, Pet,"
he had to assume that the breathless instruction came from behind since he knew
for a fact that the tongue belonging to Fredngeorge's other body was well and
truly occupied.

Both bodies were in perfect
synchronisation as they set about blowing his mind. Pleasure quickly handed
the baton to ecstasy and all other thought processes were drowned in a flood
of biblical proportions. The next time he approached explosion point nothing
short of the hand of god could have stopped it and he screamed something meaningless,
shot hot liquid into the plundering mouth, writhed around the impaling cock
up his arse and promptly passed out.

Harry came to feeling dazed
and thoroughly sated; he could not help smiling, although he chose not to open
his eyes. It was only as he tried to take stock of his body to make sure that
everything was still where it was supposed to be that he realised something:
he was now lying on his other side. There was a body up close behind him and
although he had little experience in this area he was pretty sure that twin
was the owner of a very healthy erection. There was also a body in front, currently
stroking his chest in a lazy circular pattern. Worry discarded the scuba gear
and peered around his flood scoured brain as he openes eys eyes and found himself
looking at a content face.

"Welcome...back...pet,"
Fredngeorge said cheerfully. "Did you...like that? You seemed to be...enjoying
it; especially...right at the end...there."

"Mmm," was the
only reply Harry could manage.

"We like you...Harry,"
his bed partners continued, "you make...some super...noises and you...move
absolutely...deliciously. We decided...that it was only...fair to share...and
share alike."

Worry laughed hysterically
and abandoned ship as Harry realised they wanted to do that again. He'd ruled
out the virgin part, but dying it appeared was still on the agenda.

It was seven in the evening
when he staggered back through the fireplace at number 12 Grimauld place. Walking
was an optional extra that did not come as standard with his body just at the
moment, but he just about managed to keep his feet, especially when he realised
Mad-eye was sitting in one of the high backed chairs looking at him.

"And where do you
think you've been, Boy?" the old Auror asked curtly before Harry could
recover. "There have been people worried about you."

Several sad anc sorry excuses
jumpec into his heac, but they really weren't very spectacular since most of
his brain power hac long since leakec away. Only one thing really mace any sense.

"Loosing my virginity,"
he saic bluntly anc then moved passed the startled Auror, trying very hard to
walk in a straight line.

Fredngeorge had mentioned
something about being free next Saturday and he left the room wondering if he
would be recovered enough by then to find out what those sturdy eyelets were
actually for.

The End
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