Cupido Infinitus

A/N: Thank you to all who are reviewing. Your words are very motivating and make me smileJ On to the story…

Off to School

Mr. Weasley walked with Ron and Harry through Platform 9 ¾ looking about for his wife who had left with Ginny a half hour before. Ginny had not desired to see Harry that morning and insisted they travel separately.

When they emerged next to the Hogwarts Express, they spotted Mrs. Weasley talking to Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Hermione and Ginny were nowhere in site.

“My Gods,” Harry muttered, looking at all the students milling about. So many of them looked so very fuckable. Ron grinned, knowing exactly what Harry was feeling. Mr. Weasley glanced over his shoulder at them, suspiciously.

“You two sure you’re all right?”

They snapped their attentions back to Mr. Weasley, not wanting him to hold them back from leaving for school.

“Oh yeah,” Harry nodded. “We’re fine now, Mr. Weasley. No need to worry.”

They walked up to Mrs. Weasley and the Grangers, saying hello.

“Where’s Hermione?” Ron asked.

“She went on the train with Ginny,” Mrs. Granger replied. “My, you boys have grown. Are you excited for your last year at Hogwarts?”

“More than you know,” Harry smiled. Harry’s eyes traveled down the front of Mrs. Granger’s chest, making her shift uncomfortably.

“Come on, Harry, let's board,” Ron said, pulling Harry’s arm. “See all of you at Christmas.”

“Behave yourselves, boys,” Mrs. Weasley warned. Her and her husband connected eyes, still unsure of letting them go so soon after the ‘accident’. Perhaps they should have taken them to St. Mungos for a check up.

Harry and Ron stepped aboard and were immediately greeted by Luna. “Hello Harry, hello Ron,” she said in her dreamy way. “Did you have a nice summer?”

Harry turned and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “Luna, it’s good to see you.” His nose nuzzled the side of her head, next to her ear, breathing in her scent. “Mmmm… your hair smells so good.”

Luna was a bit surprised at Harry’s affectionate embrace and even more surprised when Ron pressed onto her from behind, nuzzling her hair as well. “Harry’s right, you do smell great.”

Luna wiggled free, blushing. Did she feel a hand on her arse? “Yes, well, thank you…” she said. “That was very… close.”

Harry stepped toward her, making her back against the wall. “Would you like to share a compartment with us, Luna? I always felt we should get to know each other better than we do.” Harry’s hand rose and caressed the side of Luna’s arm, sending shivers through her body.

“I…” she swallowed, nervously. Was Harry Potter flirting with her? But this was doubly strange because Ron was also looking at her like he wanted to devour her. Was this a joke, then?

But before Luna could figure it out, Hermione’s voice broke in from a few feet away. “Harry, Ron, may I speak with you please?”

Harry and Ron turned to face Hermione who had her arms crossed and a serious look on her face.

“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed. “There you are.” He put his arms about her to hug her but she stood cold as ice. “What’s wrong?”

“I spoke with Ginny,” she answered, pointedly. Her eyes swung to Harry, miffed. “Harry, you’ve really upset her.”

Luna looked uncomfortable and she slid away from Harry. “I’ll just leave you three to your conversation.” She entered the next train car.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Harry replied. “Did she tell you about the potion?”

“Yes, but she can’t get what she saw out of her mind. How can you two be so stupid?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Now you sound just like Mum. We took the antidote. We’re fine now.”

“Are you really?” Hermione asked, one brow lifted. “What was that little scene with Luna just now?”

“Just old friends catching up,” Harry replied, trying to stop his eyes from traveling over Hermione’s hot little figure. The train hadn’t started yet and there was the chance Hermione would toss them back into the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Suddenly the train jolted forward, getting on its way. Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione grabbed their wrists and pulled them along. “Come on, lets find a compartment,” she said.

Harry and Ron stared at her arse as she pulled them along, thinking the filthiest of thoughts and smirking. “You’re looking good, Hermione,” Ron said.

She glared back at him over her shoulder. She found and empty compartment and waited for them to store their trunks overhead. Then they sat on the same side of the compartment and smirked at her.

Ron patted the little space between him and Harry. “Have a seat.”

Instead, Hermione sat across from them on the edge of the seat, her back straight and her arms crossed. “It didn’t work, did it? The antidote failed?”

She was too smart to be fooled and the boys sighed in defeat. “Fred, George and Matilda are still working on getting it right,” Harry admitted. “They wanted their parents off their backs so they told them it worked.”

“So you are still feeling…?” Hermione blushed.

One of Ron’s long legs propped on the bench next to her as he leaned back, grinning. “Horny? Always. In fact, I’d like nothing better than to feast on your clit for the next three hours.”

Her mouth fell open in shock and the boys laughed at her expression.

“Hermione, we’re seventeen year old boys,” Harry added. “All we think about is sex, even without that potion.”

Her mouth snapped shut, recovering a bit. “But the difference is you just boldly say and do everything you are ‘thinking’ without really thinking at all.”

Harry and Ron looked at one another, confused. “Huh? Did you understand that?” Ron asked.

“Not sure,” Harry mumbled.

“Your sense of right and wrong, your morality,” she stressed, rolling her eyes. “You don’t consider how your actions might affect others - like Ginny, for example.”

“I don’t mean to hurt Ginny,” Harry said, frowning. “I just want to have fun, explore. Why do we have to be like some old married couple? She can fuck whoever she wants too. I’m not selfish.”

Hermione shook her head. “I see we need to save this conversation for after you’ve taken the proper antidote.”

Ron got up and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her knee. “In the meantime, why don’t we have a bit of fun? Harry’s promised to fuck my arse. I can butter your muffin while he does that.”

Hermione stood quickly, jumping out of reach. “How dare you, Ronald! Honestly, you two should stay away from me as well until you get that antidote. I’m going to ride with Ginny.” She turned and hurried out of the compartment, flustered.

“I think she kind of wanted it,” Harry said.

Ron laughed. “Maybe.” He smiled at Harry, his legs falling open. “So, how about we get to it then?”

Harry smirked in return, glancing at the windows on the doors. He took out his wand and turned the glass black. Ron was already taking off his shirt. Harry stood and joined the undressing, excited. Their cocks were already standing at attention.

Ron took Harry’s cock in his hand, passing his thumb over the wet tip. Then he stuck his thumb in his own mouth, sucking off Harry’s essence. “Mmmm, yeah, not bad.”

“Why don’t you suck me, Ron?” Harry suggested, breathing hard. “Just a bit, then I’ll fuck you.”

Ron fell to his knees before Harry, grasping his friends nice cock again and swiping the tip with his tongue. Then he took Harry into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked him off.

Harry gasped, grabbing Ron’s red hair and moving to Ron’s rhythm with his hips.

OOOOO

Pansy Parkinson was returning to her compartment after using the loo, when she passed a compartment with blacked-out windows. She surmised that someone did not want something to be seen.

She paused, looking about the car. No one else could be see in the passageway. Her curiosity was getting the best of her.

She wedged one carefully manicured nail into the crease of the double door, pulling it very slightly open - just enough to peek inside.

Pansy had to stop herself from making any noise of surprise and opted for stiffening with shock instead. Inside she could see Ron Weasley kneeling on the floor in front of Harry Potter, sucking his cock, and hmmm… Potter did have a nice cock.

The sound of a door opening in the car startled her and she hurried on her way.

OOOOOO

Ron was kneeling backwards on the bench, holding onto the headrest as Harry fingered his puckered hole, massaging a jelly like substance into him. He wasn’t sure what to make of the feeling until Harry stuck his finger inside.

“Ouch,” Ron squeaked.

Harry grinned. “Get use to it. That wasn’t even my cock yet.”

“What’s so good about a bunch of pain?” Ron asked, unsure of this now.

“Just wait,” Harry promised.

Harry then positioned his cock at Ron’s anus, pushing slightly as it started to go further in.

“Fuck, Harry, this is just fucking painful,” Ron snapped, his body shaking as his gripped the headrest harder.

“Just wait, I said,” Harry groaned. Ron’s tight little virgin hole felt exquisite. Now he knew why Zabini looked so pleased yesterday. Harry slowly pushed in as far as he could, Ron shaking and groaning. “I’m going to fuck your hot arse, Ron, fuck you good,” Harry said, beginning to move.

“Shit, fuck,” Ron cursed as Harry began to move. But then… after a bit…

“Unnnnngh, yeah, yeah, fuck, keep going Harry, fuck, yes… harder…”

Harry grabbed Ron’s hips with his hands and began to move faster, hitting Ron’s prostrate. He remembered how fucking incredible that felt yesterday and he wanted Ron to feel it too. “You like that, Ron, you fucking like that, huh?” Sweat was beginning to form on his brow as he worked Ron’s hole.

“Yeah, Harry…. so good…” Ron groaned, grunting each time Harry hit his sweet spot. He gasped as he felt one of Harry’s hands reach around his hip and grasp his erect cock. Harry began milking him as he fucked his arse and Ron believed that nothing could ever feel this great.

“Fuck, Ron, I’m going to cum,” Harry moaned.

“Me too,” Ron gasped. “Ah, yes, fuck…”

Both boys grunted and groaned as the came together, Harry’s hot seed flowing into Ron’s arse and Ron’s spurting onto the seat in front of him.

Afterwards, they plopped down onto the floor, panting and trying to catch their breaths.

“That was fucking fantastic,” Ron said, grinning.

OOOOO

Pansy returned to her compartment where Draco and Blaise sat across from one another, reading. She sat down next to Blaise, clearing her throat to get noticed.

Blaise glanced at her sideways. “Pans?”

“Blaise,” she grinned, widely.

Blaise folded his newspaper and returned her smile. “It seems you have some juicy gossip dying to be spread, my dear. I’m all ears.”

Draco didn’t even look at her, but continued reading and drinking his pumpkin juice.

“I do have some juicy gossip, Blaise,” she smiled. “Potter and Weasley are lovers.”

Pumpkin juice sprayed all over Pansy as Draco choked on her words.

“Draco!” she yelped. “Oh!”

Blaise smiled at the scene as Draco apologized to her and quickly cleaned her up with a flick of his wand.

“What did you hear?” Draco asked.

“It’s not what I heard, but what I saw,” Pansy replied, smug with her knowledge. She lowered her voice and said, “Weasley was on his knees before Potter and… you know… sucking him off!” She laughed at her revelation.

“Is this a joke?” Draco asked next, a funny feeling stirring in his belly.

“Old news,” Blaise yawned, pretending to be interested in his newspaper again.

They both looked at Blaise in surprise.

“Old news… what?” Pansy asked, feeling the wind taken out of her sails. She wanted to be the first to spread that rumor. “Old news since when?”

Blaise grinned, still pretending to read as he said, “Old news since yesterday - when I popped Potter’s cherry.”

Draco stood quickly, his fists clenched. “What!” His face was growing dark with anger as he sneered at Blaise.

Blaise looked up at his old lover, happy to finally strike back at Draco, finally paying him back for breaking up with him last spring. This was the perfect revenge. Perfect.

“You fucked Potter?” Draco snapped.

Pansy watched the dark emotions on Draco’s face and his fists clenching in tight balls of anger. She didn’t expect this to happen. Not at all. Oh, Merlin what had she done! She stood and tried to put her arm about Draco. “Draco…”

He shrugged her off. “Stay out of this, Pansy,” he snapped.

“Yes, I did,” Blaise sneered. He stood slowly, facing Draco. “You should happy, Draco, happy that your dream boy is gay. Isn’t that what you dreamed of?”

They stood staring at one another, the air filled with tension.

“You know nothing!” Draco spat.

Blaise grimaced. “I know you broke up with me because of a dream. A fucking dream, Draco! Well, happy day for you. Potter now falls in the realm of possibility for you.” Blaise walked to the exit and turned. “But just remember, I was his first.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Draco snarled.

“Gladly,” Blaise spat, leaving the compartment.

Draco turned, smacking his fist onto the wall as Pansy watched in shock.

OOOOOO

A/N Oh, a bit of drama mixed in with the fun! Hope you are still enjoying this fiction. Please write me and let me know.

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