Cupido Infinitus

A/N Thank you to all who have been sending reviews of this fiction. It is a lot of fun to write it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no money from the writing of this fiction.


Everybody Wants You


Pansy hurried off the train to greet her friend Daphne Greengrass and fill her in on all the latest gossip, particularly the news of Harry and Ron. The two witches laughed, their heads together, as the objects of their gossip stepped off the train.

“Pansy, they don’t look very gay to me,” Daphne commented, as they observed Romilda hanging onto Harry’s arm possessively and Lavender doing the same with Ron.

Pansy looked disappointed. “I know what I saw,” she insisted.

“Maybe they like both.”

Pansy thought a moment. Then a smile lit her face. “That certainly makes it more fun, doesn’t it?”

“What are you thinking, Pansy?” Daphne grinned, knowing Pansy’s mind very well.

Pansy locked eyes with Daphne in conspiracy. “I think we should invite them to our annual welcome back to school party.”

Daphne gasped. “Gryffindors in the Slytherin common room? Are you mad? Besides, Draco would kill Potter before he ever stepped across the threshold.”

Pansy’s eyes slid to right, locking on Draco, who was standing with Crabbe and Goyle and trying hard not to look at Potter. “Oh, something tells me Draco won’t mind so much.”

OOOOOO

Hermione stomped angrily up to the two couples standing on the platform. Lavender grasped Ron’s arm tighter as her old rival came near, challenging Hermione with her eyes.

Hermione frowned at Harry and Ron, put they persisted in their happy-go-lucky expressions and laughter. Then her disgusted gaze fell on Romilda. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him?”

Romilda’s mouth fell open. “That…that’s none of your business.”

Harry and Ron broke out laughing.

“You can’t hide anything from Hermione, love, she knows everything there is to know,” Harry chuckled.

“But what I do with MY boyfriend is none of her business,” Romilda stated, indignantly.

“Some people just can’t seem to keep their noses out of places they don’t belong,” scowled Lavender.

“Listen, you bints,” Hermione snapped, “Harry and Ron are under the influence of a potion that makes them, well, amorous… for everyone.”

Lavender laughed. “You are just jealous, Hermione. You seriously need to get laid.”

“We can help her with that,” Ron grinned. Harry nodded, eyes sweeping over Hermione.

“What?!” Lavender snapped, looking at Ron in shock.

Hermione tilted her head and made a gesture expressing a perfect ‘I told you so’.

Romilda loosened her grip on Harry’s arm, looking at him sadly. “Is this true? Did you take a potion? Is that why you… you…” Her eyes watered at the thought that Harry had been insincere about wanting her.

Harry wrapped his arms about her. “Oh, hey, don’t be upset. I would have wanted you even without the potion. It just makes me more… don’t know… brave I suppose you can say.”

“Then you do want me?” Romilda asked, hopefully.

“Yeah, I want you,” Harry replied.

“You, and everyone else,” Hermione added, rolling her eyes.

Romilda sent a snarl Hermione’s way. “Shut up, Granger.”

Hermione shrugged. “Fine, you’ll find out soon enough.” She turned and left. She smiled to herself as she heard Lavender cussing out Ron for his comment about Hermione.

OOOOOO

Draco, Vincent and Gregory, made their way to the carriages behind Potter, Weasley and their two fan girls clutching onto them. Draco couldn’t help staring at Potter’s arse, it was quite nice. In fact, Potter had filled out very nicely since last year. But, either Pansy was full of it, or Potter and Weasley were in the closet about their sexuality, judging from the way they were carrying on with those girls.

Draco sighed, disgusted at himself and trying to focus his eyes on something else. But somehow, his attention kept snapping back to Potter. Harry fucking Potter. He really shouldn’t give two figs whether Potter was gay or not. But, then, why did it excite him? Was he a pathetic fan boy?

But they stopped walking. Potter and his group were boarding a carriage in front of them as ghostly Professor Binns ushered them on. “Get on, get on, welcome back,” the ghost greeted. “You too, there is plenty of room.”

Binns was waving his arm at the three Slytherins to board on the carriage the group of Gryffindors had just entered.

The two Gryffindor girls gaped at the three Slytherin boys standing in indecision.

“We’ll take the next carriage,” Goyle stated.

“Nonsense,” Binns replied. “You’ll make everyone late for the feast. Get on now. There are others in line behind you.”

“Scared, Malfoy?” Ron taunted. “Boo!”

Harry and Ron laughed heartily.

“Come on,” Draco scowled at his friends. “Just get the fuck on the carriage.”

“Ten points from Slytherin for bad language,” Professor Binns said as the boys climbed on.

“Shit,” Crabbe cursed.

“Another ten, Mr. Crabbe,” Binns stated.

Harry and Ron laughed as the Slytherin boys took seats across from them, scowling.

The ride was quiet as no one wanted to speak in front of one another while in the company of their rival house. Draco sat, looking ahead at the castle, sensing from the corner of his eye the dark haired Gryffindor sitting across from him, legs spread, lounging lazily in his seat as a witch’s head lay on his chest playing with the buttons on his shirt.

His stomach churned nervously, and his heart rate increased as he couldn’t help feeling that Potter was looking at him, nay… staring at him.

Draco couldn’t stand resisting the pull to look any longer and turned his face to Potter. And, fuck, Potter was staring at him. And even now, with Draco staring back, Potter didn’t turn his gaze away. Draco was about to snarl a comment about rudeness and staring, when Potter shocked him even further.

Potter’s eyes smoldered with lust, dropping his gaze slowly over Draco’s body, a sexy grin forming on his lips. Draco’s cock twitched and he shifted a bit in his seat, causing Potter to smile wider.

But then Draco remembered Blaise. He glanced at Weasley, who was snogging that Lavender chit, and then he glanced at the witch relaxing on Harry’s chest, and he mouthed the words, ‘whore’.

But Potter didn’t seem to mind that Draco had just called him a whore. In fact, his smile grew and Draco’s attention was caught by the movement of Potters fingers on the side of the carriage. Potter’s index finger pointed at Draco and then pointed to himself before entering a knothole in the wood on the side of the carriage and making a fucking motion, in and out, in and out.

Draco shifted forward, trying to hide his erection and gluing his eyes straight ahead on the castle entrance. Damn that Potter, the fucking whore!

He ignored Potter’s low chuckle.

OOOOOO

During the welcome back feast after the sorting ceremony, Hermione was startled by an owl who came flying in and dropping a small package on her plate. This was highly unusual as the owls always delivered the post at breakfast - unless it was an emergency. Everyone stared at her, concerned, as emergencies were seldom good news. Hermione took the package carefully and turned it about. She really didn’t want to open it in front of everyone.

“Excuse me,” she announced, getting up and stepping away from the table as she opened it.

It was from Fred and George’s shop. She recognized the box as she unwrapped it. Insider were two phials with liquid and a note. She picked up the note and read it.

Dear Hermione,

I’m sure Ginny has filled you in by now about Harry and Ron’s little problem. And since our sister wants nothing to do with the both of them right now, we need your help. This is the latest batch of antidote Matilda has whipped up. We ask that you please have Harry and Ron drink one each and report back to us tonight on the result. We couldn’t trust Harry or Ron to want to take it, so we figured you would be the most responsible one we can depend on.

We hope they haven’t caused much trouble.

Sincerely,
Fred, George and Matilda

Hermione sighed, relieved that no one was dead or ill in her family, and returned to the dinner table. The Gryffindors watched her, curious. But she smiled and said, “Everything is all right.” Then she opened the lid of the box and showed Ron and Harry what was in them. “And everything will soon be back to normal,” she smiled.

Harry and Ron frowned.

OOOOOO

By now the rumor of Harry and Ron’s ‘problem’ had spread throughout Gryffindor as the students gathered in their common room.

“It’s not a big deal,” Ron insisted. “So what?”

Lavender and Romilda clung to Ron and Harry, scowling at the other girls, and some boys, who seemed titillated by the situation.

Hermione stood before the hearth with the antidote phials. Everyone was interested in what might happen and sat to watch. Ron and Harry were guided to sit on the sofa.

“Harry, Ron, drink these please,” Hermione said, ceremoniously handing the phials over to them.

The boys grinned at all the attention they were getting. Then they pulled the stoppers off and swallowed the liquid.

“I don’t get it,” Seamus said. “Who cares if they are horny? Aren’t we all?”

Dean threw a cushion hard at Seamus’ head. “You want to get buggered in the middle of the night, do you?”

“What? Blokes too?” Seamus said, shocked. The look he received from Hermione confirmed this for him.

But everyone else was focused on Harry and Ron, who sat before them, phials empty.

“So? Anything?” Parvati asked.

“Don’t know,” Harry shrugged. Then his eyes fastened on Parvati’s chest and he added, “You grew some nice titties over the summer, didn’t you? Bet your sister has too.”

Romilda gasped and slapped Harry, stomping up the stairs and to her room.

“What’s her problem?” Harry asked, rubbing his cheek.

Hermione shook her head. “It didn’t work,” she sighed. “I’m going to the owlry and sending a message to Matilda. In the meantime, I need to ask that all of us work together in keeping Harry and Ron out of trouble so they don’t get expelled. This may seem a bit humorous to some of you, but it can really turn into a problem. We don’t want to see their futures jeopardized by this if we can help it. I’m going to ask that you please don’t indulge them in their… desires…”

“Hey!” Ron protested.

“It’s all right, Won Won. You have me,” Lavender crooned, holding onto him. “In fact,” Lavender announced, loudly, “I plan on keeping a strict eye on Ron myself, so none of you need to bother watching him.”

“You are?” Ron grimaced.

Lavender nodded.

Harry laughed. “Don’t worry Seamus,” he said. “I won’t bugger you… unless you want me to.”

Seamus turned bright red. “No, I’ll be fine, Harry.”

Harry’s eye caught Parvati’s, who was looking at him in interest. Harry grinned sexily at her. There was no doubt that Harry’s sex appeal went through the roof when he was so uninhibited.

As Hermione left for the owlry and the Gryffindors began heading up to their rooms, Harry pulled Parvati aside. “Hey,” he grinned.

“Hey,” she smiled back.

“Hot outside tonight,” Harry spoke, softly.

“Yeah, me and my sister are going for a swim in the lake before bed tonight,” she replied.

Harry perked up. “Oh yeah? That’s sounds nice. Can I join you?”

Parvati’s heart raced. Should she? Would that be using Harry when he couldn’t seem to help himself? She had had a secret crush on Harry for quite awhile, but had suppressed it after that boring Yule Ball date in fourth year. But Harry was definitely hotter than ever.

She looked about the room, noticing that most people had gone their own way for the evening. “All right, meet us outside in thirty minutes. That will give us about an hour to swim before curfew.”

Harry nodded, grinning. Oh, yes, he could score the Patil twins tonight! This potion was definitely helping his social life. Why the fuck had he been so shy to ask girls to do stuff before? No wonder he had a hard time getting laid in the past. Not anymore, he decided.

He headed up to his room to get ready. Should he ask Ron along?

Nah, Lavender would probably run up and ruin everything. Harry decided he wanted those beautiful twins to himself.

He entered the room he shared with Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville, noticing that Lavender was smothering Ron next to his bed. His other roommates glanced at him, wearily.

Harry laughed. “Honestly, I’m not a rapist.”

“We know, Harry,” Neville conceded.

Harry sighed. He saw and note card on his bed and picked it up. The enveloped was addressed to him, so he opened it up and read:

To Harry Potter,

You are invited to attend the annual welcome back to school party in Slytherin House tomorrow evening at 8 pm.

Sincerely,
Pansy Parkinson

“What the fuck?” Harry said out loud.

“I got one too,” Ron replied. “Think it’s a trick?”

“Probably,” Harry mumbled, throwing the invitation on his nightstand. No time to think about Slytherin tricks. He needed to get ready for his twin fantasy come true.

OOOO

A/N

Guess you know what’s coming up next. Ha ha. Should Harry and Ron attend the Slytherin party? You’ll have to wait until next time to find out.

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