Cupido Infinitus

A/N Thank you to everyone who wrote a review. They really pleased me;) Now on with our promiscuous tale.


Busted

Molly and Ginny Weasley made their way across the street and stepped in Fred and George’s shop, looking about. Fred noticed them immediately and sighed in defeat. Harry and Ron were not with them. He picked up his wand and put it to his lips, whispering, “George, get out here. We have trouble.”

George came out from the back room and headed toward his mum and sister, glancing at Fred in understanding. Both boys now stood in front of the disgruntled women.

“Mum, Ginny, nice to…” Fred began.

“Where are those two?” Mrs. Weasley interrupted, craning her neck past her sons. “They said they’d be gone just a few minutes and they’ve been gone over an hour. Ginny and I had to do all the shopping ourselves. Just wait until I give them a piece of mind!”

“They’re no longer here,” George said. “We thought they were off to find you in the bookshop.”

“They never showed,” Ginny stated, a bit miffed as well.

“I’m exhausted and we are suppose to meet your father back at the inn for dinner in a few minutes. I’m very upset with those two…”

“Mum, calm down. Here, we’ll use one of these,” Fred said, turning and grabbing a shiny token from a bin.

“What’s that?” Ginny asked.

“It’s magic for mums,” George explained. “If a mum has lost a child, she takes one and holds it in her hand and asks for a fairy to show her the way to her child. Fairies always help mums with their children because that’s the strongest love there is.”

Mrs. Weasley sighed. “I’ll try it then.” She took the token from Fred and held it in her fist. “Please, dear fairy, show me the way to my son, Ronald Weasley.”

They waited a moment before a little ball of light flew through the door of the shop, looping and twirling through the air, until it came before Mrs. Weasley’s face, its bright light making her squint.

“Hello,” Mrs. Weasley smiled, pleased. “Thank you for coming. Please show me where my son Ronald is.”

The light wavered for a moment and flew out the door. The four of them hurried outside after it. They followed the fairy’s light through the streets until they came to the inn where they were staying for the night. The fairy flew in front of the door before disappearing.

“So they came back to the inn. They should have told us!” Mrs. Weasley grumped.

Fred and George looked at one another, their eyes wide. Gods, Harry and Ron were probably having sex in their room.

“Mum,” Fred said, “we’ll go check on them. Why don’t you and Ginny go see if Dad is waiting for you in the dining room.”

“You tell them to get their arses down here,” Mrs. Weasley grumbled. “Such rude boys.” She hurried ahead to the dining area while Fred and George climbed the stairs two at a time. Ginny watched her brothers suspiciously. Something seemed a bit off about their behavior.

She decided to follow behind them discretely.

Fred and George approached Harry and Ron’s room, already hearing laughter and banging noises coming from the other side. But it sounded like there were more than two in that room.

“Merlin, they got girls in there,” Fred hissed. “How long do you reckon before the antidote is ready?”

“I don’t know,” George replied. “Matilda says she needs time to figure it all out.”

“They are off to school tomorrow, George,” Fred stated. “We don’t have time.”

The boys knocked on the door and waited. They heard swearing and footsteps approaching.

The door opened and Ron stood in front of them, stark naked. “Yeah, what do you want?”

“Merlin, Ron, put a robe on or something. Mum and Ginny are downstairs. They want you to come down. You and Harry were suppose to find them at the bookstore,” George scolded.

“Sorry, Harry and I were too horny. But we’re taking care of that right now,” Ron grinned.

Girls were heard laughing inside the room and Harry’s voice called out. “Ron, get the fuck back here.”

Just then Ginny shot past Fred and George like the wind. She pushed past Ron and stood in the room staring at the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly, her fists clenching and her face burning.

Harry lay on the bed nude, with two completely naked young women. One was straddling his cock, bouncing up and down on him, while the other was straddling his face.

“Ginny!” Fred and George yelled at the same time.

But Ginny didn’t hear them. All she could see was red. Anger pulsed through every vein in her body. “HOW DARE YOU, HARRY POTTER! HOW DARE YOU!” she screamed.

The girl on Harry’s face scrambled off of him with an embarrassed smirk. Her friend only stopped moving, but did not get off of Harry’s cock. Harry turned his head and looked at Ginny.

“Ginny! Hey, don’t be upset. What? You can come and join in, you know,” Harry grinned, unashamedly.

“Don’t be a prude, Gin,” Ron laughed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH,” Ginny yelled, stamping her feet and waving her fists. “I hate you! I hate you both!” She turned and ran out of the room. A few seconds later they heard the door to her room slam.

“What a loon,” Ron frowned.

“Loon?” George snapped. “Merlin, Ron, you two are out of control. Mum’s going to spit nails.”

“Why would I be spitting nails? And what was all the yelling about?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she lumbered down the hall with Mr. Weasley in tow.

She looked in the door at her naked son. “Ronald Weasley, why are you naked…”

Harry’s voice could be heard laughing in the background.

“What’s going on in there?” Mrs. Weasley snapped, trying to press past the twins who
were blocking her way.

“Mum, wait…” Fred begged.

But Mrs. Weasley’s girth pushed past and she saw Harry sitting up in bed with the two
naked girls on either side of him. “Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry smiled.

Mrs. Weasley gasped in shock, looking back and forth between Harry and Ron. Her arm rose
and her finger pointed toward the door. “Out, you strumpets! Out, now!”

“Mum?” Ron complained. “Don’t be rude to our guests…”

Mrs. Weasley turned and slapped Ron hard. “For shame, Ronald.” She turned an angry glare
at Harry while the girls slipped off the bed and started dressing. “As for you, Harry, I'm so very
disappointed in you. How could you hurt Ginny like this?”

Harry looked surprised at her words. Hurt her? “I’m sorry, Mrs. Weasley, we were just so
horny.”

“By Gods, Harry,” Mr. Weasley spoke as his wife was too shocked. “How can you be so glib about
this? What’s gotten into you?”

Ron and Harry looked at one another and then Ron opened his mouth to speak.

But Fred answered first. “It’s not their fault. Well, not really.” He sighed heavily. He glanced
at George who recognized that they couldn’t go on trying to hide what happened. They didn’t
want Harry and Ron to shoulder this whole fiasco on themselves.

“What are you saying?” Mr. Weasley asked.

The two young witches made their quick exits past the group, muttering a quick, “sorry”.

“You see, Harry and Ron stopped by the shop earlier tonight and a potion accident occurred,”
Fred began.

George nodded. “Matilda was working on a new brew. It wasn’t quite ready yet and these two
took a sip when no one was about. It seems they have lost their inhibitions, so to speak.”

“Matilda’s working on a antidote as we speak. But it may take some time,” Fred added.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at Ron, who was still standing naked. “For Merlin’s sake, Ronald, put
some trousers on!” Ron turned to find his pants. Mrs. Weasley studied the twins, suspiciously.
“Are you certain you two weren’t using Harry and Ron as test subjects?”

“No, Mum,” Fred replied, “Matilda told them it wasn’t ready and they should not touch it. But
when we left the room, they drank it.”

Molly looked at Harry and Ron. “How could you boys be so stupid? What if it killed you?
And what about these girls? What if they are pregnant? Harry, you‘re famous. Those witches
may want to have your child!”

“We used a contraceptive charm, Mum, don’t worry,” Ron replied.

Mr. Weasley stepped forward. “Fred and George, you two go on back to the shop and help
Matilda any way you can. I want that antidote here by morning, before these two catch the train.
Is that understood? We are not sending these two off like this.”

“We’ll do our best,” the twins answered together, leaving as quickly as possible.

“I’m going to talk to Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley announced, sniffing indignantly at the boys as she
turned to leave.

Mr. Weasley said, “Boys, you stay in your room. I’ll have some food sent up. Do not leave.
Is that understood?”

“Yes,” they both replied.

“Good, because I’m warding the doors of the inn and your window. I’ll know as soon as you
take step outside.”

Ron frowned. “Fine.”

OOOOOO

Ginny was lying on her bed, eyes red and drooping. She was exhausted and had no more tears
to shed. Even though her mum had explained about the potion accident, she couldn’t get the
image of Harry fucking those girls out of her mind. She wasn’t sure she could ever feel the same
about Harry again.

A soft knock sounded at her door. “Go away,” she moaned.

“Ginny” came Harry’s voice. “Ginny, open up. Those girls are gone. I’m all yours now.”

Ginny’s lip trembled. Harry had no sense of loyalty at the moment, no sense that cheating
on her was a bad thing. She couldn’t bear this drugged Harry.

“Go away now, Harry,” she whimpered. “Just leave me alone. I don’t want to see you or talk to
you.”

“We don’t have to talk. We can just fuck,” Harry replied. “You’re still my number one girl.”

Ginny sat up, her face scrunching up in anger. “Get away from my door now! You have no idea
how close I am to using an unforgivable curse on you!”

“Merlin, Ginny, fine, I’ll leave,” Harry grumped, returning across the hall to his and Ron’s room.

Ron looked up from his plate of food he was scarfing down. “No luck?”

Harry shut the door and flopped down on the bed. “Your sister is acting frigid. Guess I
won’t be getting a blow job from her tonight.”

“You got plenty of blow jobs tonight,” Ron laughed. “Did Zabini really give you one too? Ha!”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, he’s fucking expert at it too. You should try him out. Made my arse a bit
sore.”

“What’s it like getting buggered?” Ron asked, chewing.

Harry grinned at Ron. “I can show you. But maybe in the morning. I’m fucking worn out.”
Harry turned on his side and closed his eyes.

“Wicked,” Ron replied.

OOOOOO

Harry awoke to the warm feeling of Ron spooning him from behind and a hand on his cock. The
hand was moving in a delicious slow movement on his morning wood.

“Hmm…” Harry purred, “morning.”

Ron nuzzled Harry’s neck from behind. “You said you’d fuck my arse this morning….”

Harry grinned, moving his arse against Ron’s hard on. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, sucking a spot on Harry’s neck.

A loud knock sounded on the door. “Harry, Ron, open up.”

Ron groaned in disappointment. “What?” he yelled, not wanting to stop what they were doing.

“We have an antidote,” his brothers announced.

“Come back in about thirty minutes, yeah?” Ron replied.

“Open the fucking door,” George snapped. “We are trying to do this before mum and dad get
up here.”

Harry turned his face toward Ron. “We’ll do this later. I promise. Maybe on the train.”

The boys reluctantly got out of bed and threw their robes over their bodies. Ron walked over to
door and let his brothers in. Matilda also walked in behind them holding two phials of liquid.
She appeared a bit nervous, however.

Matilda handed one to Ron and one to Harry. “Drink,” she ordered.

Harry and Ron frowned and took the stoppers off. “Are we going to faint again?” asked Harry.

“Don’t know,” Matilda answered.

The two boys put the phials to their lips and drank them down. Everyone stood in silence for a
moment to see if anything would occur.

“Let’s give it five minutes, right?” Fred asked.

Harry and Ron turned and sat on the side of the bed, in case they fainted again. Matilda, George
and Fred stood watching them.

Matilda looked at her watch every minute or so. After five minutes she said, “Well?”

“Well, what?” Ron replied.

“Do you feel like shagging one another still?” George asked.

“Yeah,” Harry and Ron answered, grinning at one another.

“It didn’t work,” Matilda sighed. “It’s ok, I have to get back to the lab and make some
adjustments. Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.”

“Matty, they are catching the train in a bit,” Fred reminded.

“Not if we don’t get an antidote. Mum won’t let them go to school like this, remember?”
George replied.

Harry stood up. “No, I want to go to school. I’m not staying here a day longer.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Harry and I are going,” Ron said. “You tell mum and dad that the
antidote worked. We’ll act normal, what ever the fuck that is.”

“Oh, and when you get suspended for inappropriate behavior, then what do you tell mum?”

“We won’t get kicked out. I told you, we’ll act normal.”

“You don’t even know what normal is anymore, Ron. Fuck!” Fred ran his fingers through his
hair. They needed more time and without the extreme pressure his parents were putting them
through. “All right, go then and, damn it, stay out of trouble. As soon as we have the new
antidote, we’ll get it to you somehow.”

“Fred?” George questioned, nervously.

“It’s the only way to get mum and dad off all of our backs,” Fred snapped.

“And ours,” Ron added.

George sighed, not quite happy with the plan. He glared and Harry and Ron and shook his
finger. “No more shagging. Act decent.”

“Yeah, yeah, we understand,” Ron replied. “Now can you get out so we can dress. We have a
train to catch and you wasted all our good shagging time.”

OOOOOO

A/N And there you have it. Will Harry and Ron keep their promise? LOL And what will
happen on the train? Stay tuned…

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