Harry Potter and the Odour of the Pheromones - Part 2
Harry Potter and the Odour of the Pheromones - By Kate's Brain and Magic of Isis
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“I feel a bit silly standing here in the bushes kissing you when we share a dormitory,” murmured Harry.
Seamus pulled Harry closer, inhaling deeply as their cheeks brushed together. “Can’t do it in the dormitory. Neville’d be jealous. He’s hot for you, you know.”
Harry lifted his chin quickly, eyes open wide behind his glasses. “Really? I’d no idea.”
“Well, o’course, he thinks you fancy Ron, but he’d be mighty jealous of my position right now.”
Harry was about to protest the assertion that he fancied Ron (was it that obvious?), but his mouth became otherwise occupied with a certain Irish boy’s lips. Harry quivered at the feeling. He liked Seamus’s kisses almost as much as he liked George’s. Harry leaned into the kiss and heard Seamus moan softly. Encouraged, Harry slid his moist tongue into Seamus’s mouth the way George had done it to him. Seamus greedily welcomed it, and as soon as Harry was finished poking around, Seamus returned the favour by showing him exactly what a real snog was like.
When they finally had to break apart for air, Harry gasped, “God, Seamus, where’d you learn to kiss like that?” While waiting for his answer, Harry leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe before brushing his lips along the side of Seamus’s neck.
“I spent a fair amount of time with the ladies last summer,” Seamus answered, and he stretched his neck to give Harry better access.
He moaned as Harry slid his hands lower to grasp Seamus’s arse, pulling Seamus close enough to give him a clear idea of what those kisses were doing to his cock. Seamus boldly pressed his growing bulge against Harry in response. They kissed deeply once more, all the while grinding their hips together.
“Harry,” Seamus panted breathlessly, “a bloke like you could make me forget all about those ladies.” His mouth explored every bit of Harry’s exposed skin that it could reach. He reached his hand lower to stroke Harry’s cock through his trousers. “If you’d like, I could help you with this,” Seamus whispered, lightly squeezing Harry’s crotch.
Harry leaned back, stunned. Apparently this potion did as good a job at attracting boys as it did at repelling girls. He could definitely see the advantages to being a Weasley test subject. He grinned at Seamus, asking, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, we’re mates, aren’t we? And mates help each other out when they have problems.” Without waiting for a response, Seamus opened Harry’s flies and rubbed Harry’s cock through his pants, eliciting a loud moan. “You see, I can tell you’re feeling better already.”
Although somewhat stunned by Seamus’s bold move, Harry wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He unzipped Seamus’s jeans and captured his lips in a searing kiss as he slid his hand down the flesh of Seamus’s belly, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.
Harry gasped at the sensation when Seamus did the same thing to him. It was amazing; Seamus wasn’t doing anything different than he normally did to himself, but it felt exponentially more intense. It was a strange feeling, having someone else’s hand on his most sensitive bits, and more than a little weird to think that his hand motion was causing the delightful little noises that were escaping from Seamus’s throat. Harry’s lips moved to Seamus’s neck, while his hand continued to pump enthusiastically. Seamus’s hand sped up - his breathing more ragged - and Harry could sense that Seamus was nearly as close to coming as he was. The pulling, panting, thumb brushing over his slit, and gentle squeezing continued until Harry couldn’t hold back any longer, and he came with a loud gasp. Seconds later, Harry could feel the sticky warmth of Seamus’s seed on his hand.
A moment of awkwardness followed as they simultaneously realized that they were standing in the middle of a thicket just off the road into Hogsmeade, each boy with a sticky hand down another boy’s trousers.
“Yes, well… a cleaning spell is in order, don’t you reckon?” said Harry as he pulled his hand out of Seamus’s jeans. They cleaned each other up and made their way out of the thicket onto the road. It was nearly deserted now, the other students having rushed into the Village to get to Honeydukes and Zonko’s.
Seamus bit his lower lip, and then tentatively asked, “We’re okay, right? I hope you didn’t think that was… what I mean to say is, well… we’re still mates, aren’t we? It wasn’t too weird?”
“I thought it was brilliant. Thank you.” Harry looked for pedestrians, and seeing none, he leaned over and kissed Seamus again. “Are you okay with it?”
Seamus flashed him a crooked smile. “I’m still partial to ladies, but if you ever need a hand, you know where to find me.”
“And the same for you, too.” Harry couldn’t rein in the cheerful smile pasted on his face; he’d just had his first sexual encounter, and he felt fantastic.
Harry and Seamus walked along in silence for a bit. Harry was wondering whether he and Seamus would be able to act normally in the dormitory again, when his thoughts wandered to Ron. What if Ron found out about it and thought that Harry liked Seamus and not him?
“Seamus, if it’s all the same, I’d just as soon not mention what we did to Ron. You know he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, and I’d hate for him to upset Neville.”
Seamus cast him a sideways glance, looking very smug. “Okay, but it’ll cost you. I might make you refresh my memory so I know what I’m not supposed to tell him.”
“Why Mr. Finnigan, I do believe that’s blackmail,” laughed Harry. “But I think your terms are more than reasonable.” It occurred to Harry that he was now being blackmailed by three people - Seamus and the twins - and really, it didn’t seem all that bad.
By the time they reached Hogsmeade, Harry and Seamus had gotten back to their usual easy rapport. Harry had no idea when or if Ron would be able to join him, but Seamus had plans to meet Neville at Honeydukes, so they headed toward the small sweet shop.
Honeydukes was swarming with students, as usual, but they forced their way into the shop anyway. Ginny waved at him from across the room and motioned him over. As he approached, however, he saw a pained expression wash across her face.
“No offence, Harry, but did you shower this morning? You smell a bit… ripe,” Ginny grimaced, taking a large step backwards.
Harry rolled his eyes. Receiving all that attention from Seamus made him forget how badly he smelled to girls. “Yeah, but I told Fred and George I’d test their potion again. It’s supposed to repel girls - is it working?”
Ginny nodded weakly, and Harry noticed tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stand it. I’ll talk to you when it wears off, okay?” Harry nodded while Ginny practically ran to the other side of the shop.
Harry paused to examine the display of sugar quills, contemplating whether he should buy some for Ron. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a press of bodies against his. Seamus, Justin, Colin and a whole host of other boys were flocking around him, as if he were some kind of Prophet speaking the Truth. Carefully surveying the room, he noticed that all the girls in the shop had congregated in the corner furthest from him, whilst all the boys were jostling each other to be near him. Harry almost wished he had a picture to show Fred and George - it was truly amazing how well their Anti-Pheromone Potion was working.
“Here, Harry, let me buy you some of these!” called Anthony Goldstein. He grabbed a handful of sugar quills and took them to the counter. This set off a flurry of activity: at least ten different boys insisting on buying Harry sweets. Harry was horribly embarrassed, but surprisingly, no one else thought this behaviour was strange.
Seamus edged up to him, waggling his eyebrows and saying, “Just remember which of your friends is going to take care of all of your needs, Harry.”
Harry glanced at him, grinning but saying nothing. He hoped that Seamus wasn’t thinking that there was more going on between them than sex. After all, the potion would wear off soon, and then things would return to normal, right?
“I think I need a little fresh air. I’m going to walk outside for a bit, okay, Seamus?”
Seamus seemed a bit disappointed at this, but nodded just the same. “All right. I have to meet Neville, but I’ll catch up with you later, mate.”
If Harry thought his leaving Honeydukes was going to get him some peace and quiet, he was sadly mistaken. As he left, a fair few boys left with him, seeming as if they’d follow him anywhere like the Pied Piper of Hamlin. It was more than a little unnerving.
Not knowing what else to do, he led the group to Zonko’s Joke Shop. Much to Harry’s delight, he found Fred and George inside, deep in conversation with Zonko himself. Harry moved towards them and George looked up, his face beaming at the sight of Harry.
“Harry, come over here. We’ve just been trying to persuade Zonko to carry some of our best-selling products,” George said, beckoning Harry to them. He turned to Zonko as Harry approached, saying, “Allow me to introduce Harry Potter. Harry, this is Mr. Zonko.”
As he shook hands with Zonko, Harry suddenly felt an unbidden hand groping his arse. He tried to ignore it, and as soon as he had finished saying hello, Harry shot a nasty glare at George. But the problem was, it wasn’t George’s hand - it was Fred’s! Bloody hell, this potion was weird!
“Do you mind?” he said quietly to Fred, who quickly pulled his hand away. As the four of them talked, Harry was surprised by Zonko’s outspoken friendliness, and he was definitely uncomfortable with the twins’ sweeping glances up and down the length of his body. It would have been flattering, except that the middle of Zonko’s Joke Shop, surrounded by a large number of fellow students, was hardly the appropriate venue for that sort of thing.
When Zonko finally left them to wait on his customers, Harry pulled Fred and George aside. “Listen, you two. Would you stop ogling me for a moment and let me tell you about the Anti-Pheromone Potion?”
“Oh, did you take it this morning?” asked Fred.
George looked around. “And where’s Ron? He’s supposed to be with you.”
Harry shook his head. “Ron got into a fight with Malfoy and caught a hex in the face. He’s back at the hospital wing.”
Fred furrowed his brow. “Mum always tells him to keep his cool, but does he listen?”
“More importantly,” George asked, “did he get Malfoy?”
“Yeah,” chuckled Harry. “The last I saw him, he had a thorn-bush growing out of his arse. Serves him right, too, after the nasty comment he made about your sister.”
“Why that little-”
George said, “Relax, Fred. Ickle Ronnikins defended her honour. Heh - gives new meaning to the phrase ‘pain in the arse,’ doesn’t it?”
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. “Hey, I’m supposed to meet Hermione at The Three Broomsticks in a few minutes. Why don’t you join us, and I’ll tell you all about the potion.”
George put an arm across Harry’s shoulders in a friendly manner as the three of them walked towards The Three Broomsticks. Fred was walking so close on Harry’s other side that Harry was feeling claustrophobic.
“It appears that your Anti-Pheromone Potion works spectacularly well to repel girls. The dose I took this morning was so foul, it had Ginny nearly in tears, and Professor McGonagall told me to take a shower.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Fred. “That’s exactly what we were hoping would happen.”
Harry caught his eye. “Yes, well the other thing it appears to do is attract boys with equal force. Several times already, I’ve been propositioned and groped by guys whom I know prefer girls.” He raised an accusing eyebrow at Fred, who blushed up to his ears. “I even got an appreciative leer from Malfoy, and he loathes me.”
Harry glanced over at George, whose eyes had opened wide.
“Oh what a relief!” George said. “I was a little concerned about my complete inability to control myself.” He leaned toward Harry and whispered, “I know you have a thing for my brother, but I’d be happy to, er, show you a bit of Weasley charm while you’re waiting for him to wise up. What do you say?”
Harry swallowed hard. God, another proposition. And this one was an offer Harry definitely wanted to consider, based on their abbreviated kiss from the summer holiday and his fumblings with Seamus this morning. But since there were so many students about, he thought it wise to avoid a direct answer.
“I don’t think the middle of a crowded street is the right place to discuss it, George. Let’s talk later.”
George’s head snapped so quickly in Harry’s direction that he nearly hurt himself, and a sly grin spread across his face. “Right. Later it is.” He held the door open for Harry as they reached the pub.
Harry got a number of strange looks from some girls standing near the doorway, and he remembered the potion again. Wanting to retreat into a corner, he observed that all of the tables were occupied. Some fifth year Gryffindors he knew from the Quidditch team were sitting in a far corner, surrounded by other tables of boys and just one table of girls. A Slytherin-like idea popped into his head.
“Guys, order me a butterbeer while your Anti-Pheromone Potion and I get us a table,” said Harry with a smirk.
The twins’ eyes lit up and they agreed. Harry strolled over to the table where Andrew Kirke and his friends were sitting, and struck up a friendly conversation. They appeared awestruck that Harry Potter would actually seek them out in a pub. More than one boy offered up his seat, but Harry declined. Sure enough, in about two minutes, the girls stood up from the next table, leaving behind their half-eaten food. Harry watched them leave The Three Broomsticks and motioned Fred and George over with a nod of his head.
“Brilliant, mate,” said George as he sat down at the table next to Harry. “That blonde said something about an overpowering stench as she walked out - that wouldn’t have been you, would it?”
Hermione’s voice answered before Harry could. “I’m afraid it is. Harry, you’ve got to stop testing whatever it is they’re inventing, or I’m never going to be able to spend any time with you. Honestly.”
“Hold on, Hermione. Do you mind if I try something? It might help,” Fred said earnestly. She agreed, and Fred muttered a spell at her under his breath. “How’s that?”
Hermione smiled knowingly. “Clever. Of course, I probably won’t be able to taste my food very well with no sense of smell, but it should keep me from vomiting all over the table, so that’s a plus. Thanks Fred.”
Madam Rosmerta did not have the benefit of Fred’s charm to mask her sense of smell, so she took their orders as quickly as possible and hurried off. As they spoke, Harry felt George’s hand on his thigh, fingertips gently massaging the sensitive spot between his legs. The more Harry tried to ignore what was happening, the bolder George became, until finally he was brushing his fingers over the impossibly hard bulge in Harry’s trousers. Harry remained quiet, not trusting his voice to sound like anything more than a squeak, but George managed to carry the conversation quite nicely with his anecdotes concerning the adventures of the proprietors of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
Unable to take the teasing any longer, Harry swatted away George’s hand, not missing the smirk George had planted on his face. After a minute and several deep, calming breaths, Harry excused himself to go to the loo.
He collapsed against the tile, wiping sweat from his brow and panting, while he tried to bring certain parts of his anatomy back under his control. It shouldn’t have surprised him that George followed after him thirty seconds later.
“You all right in here, Harry?”
“No thanks to you. What do you think you’re doing?” asked a distressed Harry.
George smirked and closed the space between them. “I would have thought that much was obvious. It took you a long time to get me to stop, though. One might think you actually liked what I was doing.” He kissed Harry insistently, reversing all of the progress that Harry had made in calming himself down.
“Gods, George. I did like it. But anybody could walk in here now and see us.”
Harry didn’t look at all comfortable with that idea, so George led him into a cubicle and transfigured the toilet into a squashy chair. He pushed Harry onto it and straddled his thighs while capturing Harry’s mouth into another breathtaking kiss.
“Mmmm, Harry. I was already interested in you before you took that potion, but gods, you smell good enough to eat. I want to taste you, Harry.”
George’s pupils were dilated with lust, and Harry had a feeling that any request he made now would not be denied. “W-would you suck me off, George? It’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”
George looked as if Christmas had come early, and he couldn’t move fast enough. His fingers made quick work of Harry’s buttons and flies. Harry hardly had time to get used to the idea of what was about to happen to him before George was dropping to his knees.
Harry felt very exposed as George pulled open his shirt and lowered his underpants to his ankles. “What if someone comes in?” he asked anxiously.
Grabbing his wand from his back pocket, George spelled the lock on the door. “I can’t do anything about noise since the door doesn’t go all the way to the floor. You’re just going to have to be quiet. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try,” answered Harry with a nod. Staying quiet was much more difficult than he thought it would be, considering the loud moan that escaped from his throat even before George’s mouth had gotten anywhere near his cock.
George kissed his way from Harry’s mouth down to his belly, reaching one hand up to worry each of Harry’s nipples as his tongue moved ever southward. By the time George reached Harry’s cock, it was already glistening with pre-come. George positioned his mouth over the tip and exhaled lightly, causing a noticeable shiver through Harry’s body. Finally, Harry gasped as most of his shaft disappeared into George’s mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good,” panted Harry. George tried to answer, but since his mouth was full of Harry’s cock, it came out as a hum. However, the vibration from George’s hum coaxed several more moans from Harry’s mouth.
George was doing the most amazing thing with his tongue while one hand cupped Harry’s balls and the other reached up to lightly pinch one of his nipples. Harry wasn’t going to last long at this rate, but he was unable to articulate anything more coherent than “guh” to ask him to slow down. Then George rolled his sac with his palm while sucking Harry’s prick in as deeply as it would go, and all Harry could think about was the need to come. Now.
“George,” Harry whimpered. George sucked harder and Harry shot into his mouth.
As the tremors that racked his body subsided, Harry opened his eyes, with a sated smile on his face, and saw Fred peering at them from under the door to the cubicle.
Continue to Part 3