Gay-Boy

Harry pulled at the hem of his skirt unconsciously, wanting to make it longer than the thigh length it was. Hermione's hands slapped irritatedly at his, and he pulled his hands up again, ringing them together. He could almost hear Ron smirking in the background and it took all of his self-control not to start blushing red. Why, oh why, did he agree to this?

“Okay, I think it's ready,” Hermione said proudly, standing up and brushing her hands off on the legs of her pants. Harry decided that if he didn't move, they might forget he was there.

Hermione scowled. “Harry, do a little turn for us. C'mon, c'mon, just a little twirl.”

Harry's fight to control his blush gave way and the red bloomed across his cheeks. He twirled around once, feeling the silky fabric of the skirt against his butt, and pulled the skirt down.

Ron roared with laughter and the twins whistled.

“Harry, a little slower this time please?” Hermione giggled, and Harry, with his eyes fixed on the stool he stood on, turned a little slower, feeling as if 'mortified' would be fitted to his name from now on.

A month ago, the standard Christmas ball had been announced, with the objective that it would be a masquerade ball. Harry, of course being the most unimaginative and most cooperating one of the group, just shrugged when Hermione had coyly suggested that she make his outfit for the ball. He had no idea that she was going to make a bloody skirt and corset for him! (Harry actually blamed Dobby for this and his tower of small hats and other clothes that Hermione had made for him. Because of Dobby, Hermione had decided to upgrade to bigger and better projects- as Harry was now finding out intimately.)

Hermione nodded her approval. “Stay here, don't get into trouble, don't mess with the skirt, don't pull it down, and for Merlin's sake, stop touching it!!” Hermione slapped Harry's hands from the skirt once more, and he pulled them up to his chest, rubbing them against each other. She frowned at him, and he returned the gesture. “I'm going to go put the finishing touches on the cape, and then you can try on the whole outfit, okay?”

Harry nodded glumly and stepping down, pushed the skirt out so it wouldn't get wrinkled and sat on the stool under Hermione's watchful eye. Seeing no trouble, she grabbed Ron's hand and dragged him out of the room, to his immense surprise.

“Can you believe what she's doing to me?” Harry moaned at the twins, burying his face in his hands.

When they didn't answer, his peaked out of his fingers and found himself staring at twin cocks. To say he was surprised would be like saying 'Surprise butt sex!' is a surprise. Glaring up at the twins, he waved his arms out as if to smack them away, but found empty air.

“It's not very funny when you're in this situation and you feel like a girl enough already...” Harry trailed off, his eyes suddenly agape when he saw one of the twins smirk at him and kneel on the floor, tucking his head under Harry's skirt and licking a path on his suddenly hard (yet still small) cock. His thighs clenched together automatically, further trapping Fred in his groin, and Harry's long fingers came to tuck in the red hair.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?”

A hard body pressed against his back and hot breath on his ear seemed to answer it for him. “What does it look like we're doing, Saviour-Boy? You have no idea how bleedin' hot you look in that skirt and corset, and we knew you'd never believe us if we told you in words, so,” here George bit his earlobe gently and tugged while Fred sucked Harry's entire length into his mouth, “we naturally had to demonstrate.”

Harry could only moan.

George ran his hands down Harry's sides, teasing the flesh that was tangible through the bows holding the corset together. Harry bucked into Fred's mouth when he gave a particularly violent slurp, and only the fact that Fred was pulling gently on his balls prevented him from cumming.

Straddling the back half of the stool (careful not to mess with the skirt too much), George pressed his front against Harry's back, maneuvering his cock to press against Harry's bare ass. “I'm not sure how much you know about fashion, Harry-bear, but that skirt you're wearing is very similar to those worn by Lolita girls in Japan. And really, our secret fetish.” His rock-hard cock slid in an obscene fashion against Harry's arse and Harry squealed a little. “All that lace and those bows and the black, green and red cloth is enough to give anyone a hard-on.”

George rocked his cock against Harry's ass, ghosting over the pink button that was Harry's secret entrance, before pulling away very rapidly when he heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to the dormitory. Fred pulled away, licking his lips and tucking himself back into his pants. Harry just sat on the stool, three inches of cock pushing the skirt up in a dented fashion, his face flushed red and breathing hard, slumped forward.

Hermione briskly entered the room and Harry turned away quickly, his hands coming up to hide his face. Ron followed at a slightly slower pace, and stopped dead at the room's entrance when he saw the looks of predatory animals on his brother's faces. They quickly left the room with each other to deal with their little problems, leaving Ron with an ignorant psycho designer and a blushing red gay-boy.