Harry Potter and the Odour of the Pheromones - Part 3

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Harry Potter and the Odour of the Pheromones - By Kate's Brain and Magic of Isis



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George shifted, and Harry looked away from Fred as George moved up the chair to straddle Harry and give him another searing kiss. Glancing down at the bottom of the door, Harry winked at Fred, with George remaining blissfully unaware that his brother was playing the part of voyeur. Keeping the eye contact with Fred, Harry ran his hands down George’s sides, lower and lower and sliding them over his buttocks before bringing one around to the front to massage at George’s hard prick. George moaned heavily into Harry’s mouth and ground his hips into Harry’s hands all the while Fred’s gaping mouth increasingly resembled that of a fish.

Harry briefly wondered whether he should feel a bit subversive doing this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Knowing that Fred had just watched him come while George had sucked him off, knowing that Fred was still watching as Harry groped and kissed his brother, and knowing that George didn’t know, was all turning Harry on something silly. At that precise moment, Harry knew exactly what he wanted for Christmas: a bed full of Weasleys with an audience - full of straight men like Fred. It was just a pity that his prick was having trouble keeping up.

Then Harry noticed that George’s eyes had opened, and he was looking directly at Harry looking at the bottom of the cubicle door; George stopped. Oops, it seemed Harry had been caught out!

Whipping his head around, George glared at his brother. “Fred, do you mind!”

“Hermione sent me in here to find out if you’re okay, Harry,” Fred mumbled, blushing hard. “I…er, was just curious.”

“Well, you can go and tell her that Harry’s just feeling a little off colour, but he’ll be out in a bit,” George said before turning back round and giving Harry a heated kiss. “As much as I like the idea of a threesome, I don’t think I’d do it with my brother - any of my brothers.”

“George, I think we’d better be getting back to Hermione, anyway,” Harry said, trying to hide his disappointment that a threesome was not going to be an option. “I don’t want her coming in here; I wouldn’t put it past her if we kept her waiting too long.”

George sighed and reluctantly stood, holding out a hand for Harry. Harry dressed, and George straightened his own clothes, pulling his jumper down so it covered the prominent bulge at the front of his trousers. Once they had exited the cubicle, Harry noticed that Fred’s jumper had also been pulled low over his crotch.

Opening the door, George asked, “We’ll finish this another time? Without the spectator.” Harry smiled and nodded as they made their way back to the table, and George added, “Why don’t you see if you can get rid of Hermione when you come to get the antidote?”

“You don’t have it on you?”

“No, left it back at Zonko’s. You’ll have to come and get it,” George said with a wink.

“Do you actually want the antidote, though, or do you have plans for Ron when you see him later?” Fred asked, and he smirked at the scowl on George’s face.

But Harry didn’t answer, not knowing whether Hermione would be able to hear at this distance.

As soon as they reached the table, Hermione’s suspicious gaze passed from Harry to George to Fred and then back to Harry. “You’ve been ages. What have you been doing in there?” she asked.

“I just felt a little off-colour,” Harry lied. “I’m okay now.”

“It’s not that potion making you ill, is it?” Hermione said and turned to Fred and George. “What is it that you’ve got Harry testing?”

“It’s an Anti-Pheromone Potion,” Fred explained with a proud grin as he and George sat down, sandwiching Harry between them, “It’s designed to scare off the ladies.”

“Just the ladies, I take it. You two certainly don’t seem to mind the smell,” she said, pointedly looking at how close the twins were both pressed up next to Harry. They instantly shuffled in their seats to put a couple of inches between them and Harry.

Harry successfully distracted Hermione from any further talk about the potion by asking her about the essay she had been working on that morning. Encouraged by his sudden interest, she happily launched into a description of the Muggle use of runes for divination purposes. He smiled and nodded at what he thought was appropriate places, but his thoughts drifted back to what Fred had said about Ron and the potion. Could he really use the potion to get closer to Ron? Would it be right? He felt guilty just contemplating it; it would be tantamount to using Ron, especially if he had no inclinations towards Harry in the first place. But, Harry reasoned, perhaps if that was the case, they could write it off as an experimental thing. Or maybe it would help Ron to see Harry in a new light. Either way, Harry couldn’t see any harm in trying. Yes, if Ron made it to Hogsmeade, Harry would have to find a way to get him on his own.

Just as Harry had come to his decision, Ron entered The Three Broomsticks. He waved and walked over, and Harry noted with dismay that Ron’s nose still appeared to be swollen, but at least it now resembled a nose.

“Ron, what have you done?” Hermione asked in alarm.

“Got into a fight with Malfoy.”

“Ron!”

“What? Even you’ve been pushed far enough to hit him before now.”

“Can you actually smell anything out of that great hooter?” George asked.

“No, and Pomfrey says it’s going to take a couple of days for the swelling to go down completely,” Ron scanned the room, his head stopping once he spied Madame Rosmerta. “I could do with a butterbeer.”

Ron tried to get her attention, but she seemed determined to ignore their table completely.

“You’ll have to go up to the bar, Ron,” Hermione said. “Harry’s really smelly, and I think Madam Rosmerta is avoiding coming over to our table.”

“The potion?” Ron asked, and Harry nodded. Chuckling under his breath, Ron wandered over to the bar.

“I suppose we should be getting back to Zonko’s-” George began.

“We said we’d give him a hand this afternoon,” Fred continued.

“We’ll see you later, Harry,” George added with a wink. “For the antidote.”

Harry watched them say goodbye to Ron on their way out and turned back to Hermione to find her studying him intently.

“Did you know that George is gay?” She asked suddenly, looking concerned.

“Er, yeah.”

“I think he might be… you know…interested in you.”

“I think I might be as well,” he blurted out, and then he realised how Hermione would take this. “In boys, I mean.”

“Do you see George that way - as boyfriend material?”

“No, I wouldn’t date him; that would be too weird. But it’s okay; I can handle him,” Harry said, trying not to smirk at the image his words had brought to mind.

“So you don’t mind the side-effect of the potion?” she asked with a knowing smile.

Harry smiled back warmly. “Please don’t tell Ron any of this. I want to tell him myself, when I’m ready.” Hopefully when his nose is back to normal, Harry thought. But I’ll have to find a way to get some more of the potion for that.

Once Ron came back to the table, he told Hermione and Harry with delight how Malfoy was still stuck in the Hospital Wing. Because Ron hadn’t used a conventional spell, Madame Pomfrey was having trouble reversing the effects. So far, the thorn-bush had gone, but in its place was a small cactus that looked twice as prickly and was stubbornly refusing to disappear.

They finished their drinks and left the pub to wander along the main street. Harry mentioned going to Zonko’s so he could collect the antidote - there didn’t seem much point in putting it off now that he knew it wouldn’t have any effect on Ron. As Ron hadn’t been to Honeydukes yet, Harry and Hermione agreed to stop there once more on the way.

Honeydukes was full of students, and at that moment Harry didn’t fancy the idea of attracting a lot of attention from all those boys in front of Ron. He told Hermione and Ron that he’d wait outside rather than upset the girls in the shop. He hadn’t been waiting long when a hand grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him backwards, steering him away from Honeydukes. It was Remus.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked, feeling slightly alarmed at the urgency with which Remus was walking.

“Just keep your voice down and come with me,” Remus muttered.

Harry assumed that something had to be wrong, that Remus was taking him to safety. But if that was the case, surely Ron and Hermione - and the rest of the students - were in danger, too.

“What about Ron and Hermione?” he asked.

“They can stay where they are,” Remus insisted. “Walk faster.”

Remus practically frogmarched Harry across the fields towards the shrieking shack, saying nothing. Approaching the tall, wooden building, Remus drew his wand and aimed it at a very precarious-looking door, muttering a spell. The door swung inwards, and Remus pushed Harry through the open doorway. Harry turned around as Remus entered and closed the door behind them.

“What’s going…?” Harry trailed off when he saw the wild gleam in Remus’s eye. Uh oh, this can’t be good. Is Remus going to come on to me, as well?

Harry was expecting to at least get a verbal proposition, but Remus didn’t say a word. In one swift movement, Remus had removed Harry’s coat and pinned him to the wall. He buried his face in Harry’s neck and inhaled deeply before starting to kiss and lick his way up to Harry’s earlobe. Oh my god, Remus is kissing my neck, Harry thought, and he tried to push him away, but Harry wasn’t strong enough. Like it or not, he was about to be ravished by Remus. Harry gasped as Remus started to suck firmly on his skin. Oh! That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Maybe I should just enjoy it…

Deciding to make the most of this encounter, Harry ceased his struggles, and Remus’s hands travelled to the front of his t-shirt, suddenly ripping the fabric from neck to hem, leaving Harry bare-chested. Harry moaned as Remus’s mouth worked its way round to lick at the hollow of his throat, and before he could stop himself he was asking Remus to do what George had done earlier.

“Would you… suck me off?” he asked.

Remus chuckled against his chest and said, “I’m going to do a whole lot more to you than just that.”

Then his hand drifted downwards and rubbed along Harry’s now-straining erection, causing Harry to gasp again. Lifting his head up, Remus leaned in for a kiss, and Harry’s lips parted in anticipation.

With a hand entwined in Harry’s hair, Remus devoured him, and Harry was moaning around Remus’s moustached mouth, feeling it prickle his upper lip as Remus ground their mouths together. Remus’s hand still stroked the front of Harry’s trousers in a frustratingly slow motion, and Harry pushed his hips forwards, bringing a hand up to rest on Remus’s elbow to encourage him to rub harder. Harry only vaguely noticed the click of a door, and he assumed that it was just the wind rushing through the old house.

But there was no ignoring the voice of his godfather.

“I saw you two marching over here across the fields, and-” Sirius panted, as if he was out of breath. Harry froze. At the feel of Harry’s resistance, Remus went back to kissing his neck, still massaging his groin in full view of Sirius. “Just what the blazes do you think you’re doing to my godson, Remus?”

When Remus ignored him, Sirius moved forward to intervene, but Remus shoved him away hard, sending him flying against a dusty, broken cabinet. Sirius’s wand clattered to the floor, and Remus instantly picked it up, pocketing it. Harry took a step towards Sirius to make sure he wasn’t badly injured, but Remus pushed him back, telling him not to move.

“But…”

“I’m okay, Harry,” Sirius grunted, and Remus growled in his direction.

“You growl?” Harry asked in amazement, trying to ignore the way that sound had sent shivers through his groin.

Remus merely smiled and buried his face once more in Harry’s neck with a second resonant growl that went straight down Harry’s spine. Remus then started to nuzzle at Harry’s throat, his hands drifting down towards Harry’s hips. Harry was alarmed; even though what Remus was doing was more than enjoyable, he certainly couldn’t do this with Sirius in the room, knowing that Sirius wanted it to stop.

“No!” Harry exclaimed, trying to push Remus away, but Remus grabbed both his wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall above Harry’s head. He started biting and sucking on Harry’s chest enthusiastically and placed his knee between Harry’s legs, pressing against Harry’s erection.

“What have you taken, Remus?” Sirius asked, rubbing at a sore spot on his back.

Again, Remus ignored him, choosing to continue with his attentions to Harry and attempting to undo Harry’s trousers single-handedly.

“I don’t know if he has,” Harry squeaked, “but I have: an Anti-Pheromone Potion.”

“A what?”

“Fred and George made it,” Harry explained, his voice rapidly rising in pitch as Remus managed to open his trousers and slip a hand inside. “It’s designed to repel girls, but it seems to have the opposite effect on everyone else, especially Remus.”

“I’ll bloody say!” Sirius frowned and anxiously rubbed at his brow. “Harry, I can try to stop him, but knowing what he can be like, I’ll probably end up unconscious on the floor by the time he’s finished with me. He’s too strong and too bloody determined when he gets like this; as a werewolf, he’s particularly sensitive to that sort of stimulus.”

Remus growled again in Sirius’s direction, as if to emphasise that Sirius being beaten unconscious would be exactly what would happen. Trying to pull Harry’s trousers down further, still with only one hand, and not succeeding, Remus looked up at the ceiling and yanked Harry forwards a few paces so they was now standing underneath an exposed rafter. He drew his wand and bound Harry’s wrists to the rafter with rope.

“Er, Remus,” Harry said hesitantly, yanking at the rope and feeling it rub on his skin.

Remus merely gave him a dirty smile, and Harry had to bite his lip to hold back a moan. He knew that he ought to have been terrified that Remus was doing this to him, so Harry was surprised by how turned on he was. He wanted to be ravished all right and was very close to telling Sirius to just leave them to it.

“I’ve seen him like this once before and there was no stopping him then,” Sirius said, now pacing the floor in a distracted state and frequently glancing up at the binds that held Harry fast and then down at Remus, who had sunk to his knees and was stripping Harry from the waist downwards. “I made the mistake of lacing his drink with an aphrodisiac, for a laugh; the last laugh was certainly on me that evening.”

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but all that escaped was a startled gasp as Remus wrapped his mouth around Harry’s cock.

“Remus, have you any idea how…disturbing it is to watch you do this to Harry?” Sirius asked, looking just as unsettled as he claimed to be. “Especially, when I’m trying to carry out a conversation with the boy.”

Remus growled around Harry’s cock, prompting Harry to throw his head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.

Sirius gaped at the picture before him. “Harry, why do I get the impression that you’re not as bothered by all this as you should be?”

“There’s an antidote,” Harry said, now swinging from side to side as both his legs were hoisted up, one over each of Remus’s shoulders, the rope pulling at Harry’s wrists. “Fred and George have got some with them at Zonko’s. You could go and get it for me.”

Remus took Harry’s cock in his mouth once more and ran his hands along the undersides of Harry’s thighs, resting them on his buttocks, fingers teasing at his opening. No one had ever touched Harry there before, but he wasn’t about to complain any time soon.

“I can’t leave you here to be buggered through the floorboards!”

“So join in,” Remus piped up. “He smells delicious, Sirius.” Remus turned his head to look directly at Sirius and added in a tone that brooked no refusal, “Come and smell him.”

Sirius paled, and inwardly, Harry found himself pleading for him not to be completely repulsed by the thought. If Sirius would only step close enough for the potion to take its effect, then Harry could have the threesome that he wouldn’t get with Fred and George. He caught Sirius’s eye and nodded to show that it was okay.

Sirius stepped forward, swallowing audibly, and he tentatively sniffed at Harry’s chest, wincing at the marks he saw there that Remus had left.

“He needs to be lubricated,” Remus stated matter-of-factly as he licked at Harry’s scrotum, drawing another moan from him.

Sirius looked at Harry in desperation. “Harry, say something… say anything.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Oh, God!”

“Lubrication,” Remus repeated. “You have direct experience with how little patience I have for it.”

“Er, okay,” Sirius stuttered. “But I’ll need my wand.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Remus asked with a laugh. “Use your mouth.”

Harry shivered in his restraints. Please just do what he says, he thought. Don’t make me beg you.

“Harry?” Sirius asked, clearly hoping that Harry would say no.

Harry nodded again, and Sirius swore under his breath, muttering, “The whole world’s gone mad.”

At the sensation of Sirius’s wet, probing tongue, Harry let out a keening sound. Now this was an experience definitely worth having. He was certain that having already come twice that day was the only thing stopping him from releasing himself down Remus’s throat that very instant.

But all too soon, Remus grunted, “Enough.” And Harry let out a disappointed mewl as Sirius moved away. “Stretch him. And stand up while you do it: I want to see you kiss your godson.”

Sirius stood to one side of Harry, wetting two fingers in his mouth and looking at Harry with wide eyes, still completely dazed by all that was happening. Harry smiled to reassure him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“I guess I’m driving the bus to hell today,” Sirius said as he leaned forward to capture Harry’s lips with his own.

Sirius’s kisses were softer and less demanding than Remus’s, but in their own way, they were just as pleasurable. Harry let out a squeak as he felt a wet digit push its way inside, and he pressed back against it, feeling it slide all the way in up to the knuckle. A second finger joined the first and brushed a spot inside Harry that sent a spark through his body; he arched his back, deepening the kiss and burying himself deeply in Remus’s mouth, coming hard.

Then Remus pulled back once more, and stood up, letting Harry’s legs fall back to the floor shaking like jelly. Feeling Sirius’s fingers still sliding in and out of him, Harry watched with fascination as Remus pulled Sirius’s head round and they began to kiss in front of him, Remus’s hands moving lower to undo Sirius’s trousers.

Once Sirius’s clothing was pooled around his ankles, Remus briefly knelt once more to remove them completely. Sirius looked down at his erection, back up at Harry, and then he gave an apologetic smile for getting so turned on by what he had been doing. Harry smiled back wickedly, causing his godfather to shudder.

“Sirius, wrap his legs around your waist,” Remus ordered, and he gave Sirius a shove so that he was now standing face to face with Harry, the fingers slipping from Harry’s entrance.

With some help from Remus, Sirius pulled both of Harry’s legs up and supported them with his arms. Harry leant in for a kiss and shifted his hips slightly, feeling his spent cock rub up against Sirius’s. He shivered at the sensation of Remus breathing at the back of his neck, and then Remus was ripping his t-shirt once more, this time the back being torn in two. As Remus sucked and bit at Harry’s back and the nape of his neck, he slid two hands underneath, pulling Harry’s cheeks apart. Harry lapped at Sirius’s tongue, the pair of them moaning, and Sirius’s hands brushing gently along his thighs. All of a sudden, Harry felt Remus’s cock press against him and he froze, a wave of apprehension sweeping through him.

“Shh, Harry, it’s okay,” Sirius murmured, planting soft kisses across Harry’s face. “It’ll be okay.”

Harry tried to relax, but it stung, and as Remus pushed the head inside it started to burn. Harry could feel his eyes beginning to water.

“Remus, you’re hurting him,” Sirius said, his voice laced with worry. “For fucks sake, use your wand.”

The pain subsided as Remus stepped back, growling in annoyance, and Harry could hear him muttering a spell that left Harry feeling tingly and wet inside. Remus breathed hot air across Harry’s shoulder blades as he moved in to try entering him a second time. To Harry’s relief, it didn’t burn, even when Remus had sheathed himself entirely and slowly started to rock in and out, causing Harry’s hips to rock against Sirius.

“What do you think of your godfather’s cock, Harry?”

Harry looked down at the proud flesh jutting out and leaking a drop pre-come from the tip. If he wasn’t tied to the rafters, Harry would have wrapped a hand around it without hesitation.

“I want to touch it,” Harry said.

“You can’t. Sirius, touch yourself so that Harry can watch; show him just how much you’re enjoying me deflowering your godson.”

Sirius groaned at Remus’s words and removed a supporting arm from one of Harry’s legs. In response, Harry had to cling on tightly with his thighs in order to stop too much weight being taken by the harsh rope around his wrists. Harry stared avidly as Sirius wrapped a hand around his cock and started to move it in time with Remus’s gentle thrusts.

“Are you close, Sirius?” Remus asked huskily across Harry’s shoulder.

“Mmm.”

“Harry, talk dirty to him. Tell him what you’d do to his cock with your mouth. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Sirius.”

“Oh, God,” Sirius panted.

Harry licked his lips, unsure for a moment what to say. But then he thought back to the blow job he had got earlier from George, and he knew exactly what he’d do to Sirius’s cock if he had the chance.

“I’d lick your cock slowly from base to tip, letting my tongue flick across the head, tasting the pre-come before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. At the same time, I’d play with your sac in my fingers, letting my other hand sink between your legs-”

But just as Harry was getting into his erotic description, Sirius was coming, panting hard, creamy liquid landing across Harry’s chest and stomach.

“Oh yes,” Remus groaned, jerking into Harry more firmly. “Sirius, hold onto Harry and brace yourself.”

“Take it easy on the boy,” Sirius muttered, still out of breath, but Harry could feel him complying with Remus’s request and widening his stance slightly to support them both.

Remus started to pound deeply and roughly into Harry, leaving Sirius clinging on for dear life to keep Harry in place, with at least every other thrust managing to rub hard against Harry’s prostate. Despite the battering, despite the fact that he had already come three times that day - and the last time was less than ten minutes ago - Harry’s prick was fighting to make it further than half-mast. At Remus’s continued with his frantic fucking, Harry thought that he shouldn’t be surprised if he was split in two, and he had no doubt that he’d be having problems sitting down for the next few days. Just as Harry was starting to acknowledge the pain coming from behind, from his wrists, and from his legs that were threatening to seize up with cramp, Remus gave one last almighty jerk and stilled, biting hard at Harry’s neck as he did so.

A cold draft hit Harry’s back as Remus withdrew and stepped back to take out his wand and dissolve the rope. Without its support, Harry’s arms slumped around Sirius’s shoulders. Sirius staggered slightly under the weight, and Harry could see Remus walking on shaky legs to the bed where he laid down heavily.

“Bring Harry over here,” Remus murmured. “Carry him to the bed, Sirius.”

As soon as Harry hit the mattress, Remus pulled him close, spooning behind him and kissing the marks left across Harry’s back and neck. Harry let out a soft noise of contentment and snuggled into Remus’s arms.

“I hope this wears off,” Sirius said, and Harry looked up to see him frowning at them both. “I don’t appreciate being supplanted by a younger model.”

Reaching out with one hand, Harry dragged Sirius down to join them. “Sorry,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on his godfather’s lips.

“Just warn us next time you test anything out for Fred and George, all right?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Harry looked at Sirius questioningly as a look of amazement passed over his godfather’s face.

“I can’t believe it. After all that, and you’re hard again.”

Smiling seductively, Harry reached out for Sirius’s hand and lowered it to his erection. Sirius didn’t hesitate, stroking Harry’s cock firmly and leaning forward for a lazy kiss. God, this potion is fantastic, Harry thought as he came for a fourth time that day. I’ve just got to work out a way to get some more. By the time he had got his breath back, Harry could hear Remus snoring fitfully behind him.

“You should sneak out while he’s sleeping,” Sirius said. “Going by the last time he was like this, he should be out for the count for at least half an hour.”

“You don’t think he’d want to keep going once he wakes up, do you?”

“Hell, yeah - he wouldn’t stop until your potion wore off. Which reminds me; didn’t you say something about getting an antidote from Fred and George?”

“Yeah. I’d better go there now.”

Harry dressed gingerly and sighed at the state of his t-shirt; he still hadn’t got the hang of the Reparo charm when it came to fabrics, and he asked Sirius to help. As it turned out, Sirius wasn’t much better, and Harry’s t-shirt still looked stretched down the middle and was frayed at the top and bottom once Sirius had finished.

Sirius offered to walk Harry to Zonko’s, and they exited the shack. To Harry’s surprise, it was already starting to get dark.

“I guess I’d better go straight back to Hogwarts,” Harry said, beginning to panic at just how late it was.

Sirius nodded. “I’ll still come with you, in case you get into trouble. I’ll say it was my fault.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Sirius said as they walked up the driveway to the castle, “Remus will be racked with guilt in the morning over what he’s done, even though he’s just been working on instinct.”

“Well tell him not to: I enjoyed it,” Harry said, and he leaned in to catch Sirius off-guard with a kiss. “All of it,” he added. “But don’t worry; I don’t intend to supplant you, or Remus, as a replacement younger model.”

As quietly as they could, they pulled open the heavy, oak front doors and stepped inside the deserted entrance hall. Harry hoped he would be able to make it to Gryffindor Tower without encountering anyone, but at the top of the first stairway, Professor McGonagall loomed down upon them.

“Ah, there you are, Potter,” she said sternly. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose, stopping before she came too close to Harry. “Your friends have been very worried about you.”

“Sorry. I’m okay. I’ve er…” Harry faltered, not knowing what to say.

“Sorry, Minerva,” Sirius intervened. “Remus and I whisked him away earlier and we lost track of time.”

“That was very thoughtless of you, Sirius. At your age, you should be setting Harry an example, not leading him astray. I must admit, I’d expect this from you, Sirius, but not from Remus; I’ll be having a word with him when I see him next.” She turned to face Harry once more, still with a look of disgust. “In future, Potter, try not to worry everyone unnecessarily. Dinner is about to start, so will you please have a shower - before you come down to dinner.”

She began to escort Sirius back down the stairs, leaving Harry to go on his way alone. To his relief, he didn’t meet anyone else on his way up through the corridors. Although he was hungry, he had no intention of going down to dinner. Instead, he planned to take a shower and have a well-deserved sleep.

Most of the Gryffindors were in the common room, including Ron and Hermione, Ron’s nose still looking swollen. Harry grinned sheepishly at them, parroting the excuse that Sirius gave to McGonagall when they asked where he had been all afternoon.

“The potion still hasn’t worn off; so I’m not going to go down for dinner tonight,” Harry said. “Can you bring me up some food?”

“I can’t,” Ron said. “I’ve got a detention after dinner because of that fight with Malfoy.”

“I’ll do it,” Hermione offered. “When are you going to get the antidote, Harry?”

“Er, I guess if this hasn’t worn off in the morning, I might owl Fred and George and ask them to post it to me - and tell them to tone the potion down a little, make it less smelly.” Harry tried not to grin as he realised that would be the perfect excuse to get some more potion.

Harry climbed the stairs to the dormitory slowly, now really starting to feel the effects of his earlier activities. He had spent so much time hanging by his wrists from the rafters, with his legs wrapped around Remus’s shoulders, followed by Sirius’s waist, it had left him feeling decidedly stretched and not just in the obvious places. He was exhausted. Taking off his coat, he lay down on the bed to rest for a few moments, intending to take a shower and get changed before the others came back. The next thing he knew, Harry was woken from sleep by the sound of a startled gasp. He opened his bleary eyes to see Hermione and Seamus staring down at him.

Sitting up in surprise, he winced at the soreness from Remus’s earlier heavy pounding. Hermione and Seamus were still looking at him, with twin expressions of shock, apparently speechless.

“Harry, what happened to you this afternoon?” Hermione asked, her hand straying towards one of Harry’s rope-burned wrists, which also held a smattering of finger-shaped bruises. “What have you been doing with Sirius and Remus to end up like this?”

“Er, we were just messing around,” Harry replied weakly.

“Harry Potter, don’t you dare try to fob me off with some half-beat excuse! Look at the state of your t-shirt, for a start.”

Harry obediently looked down at the frayed mess of cotton. He cringed when he saw a crusty residue of come smeared across the bottom that he and Sirius had failed to clean off earlier - whether it was his or Sirius’s he couldn’t say.

“Just what have you got down your front?” Hermione asked. “And your neck is covered in marks - bruises and what looks like bite marks.”

Seamus peered closer. “Harry, I didn’t give you any love bites earlier,” he exclaimed. He clapped a hand to his mouth and glanced at Hermione, realising what he had just revealed.

Harry blanched and remained mute on the bed. How on earth was he going to get out of this one?

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