Cupido Infinitus

A/N A big, big thank you to all the reviewers. Your responses make this a fun fiction to write! Hope you enjoy this latest edition.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from the writing of this fiction.

Three is Not a Crowd

Harry peeked around the end of a garden wall and watched Pavarti and her twin sister, Padma, whispering excitedly to one another. Harry grinned lasciviously at the site of the two witches in their swimsuits standing by the water’s edge, the full moon casting a reflection on the water behind them. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a good night.

He left his hiding place and strode up to them. “Hey, there you are,” Harry said. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you and your sister, Padma.”

Padma smiled. “No, I don’t mind, Harry. Pavarti was just telling about your little… problem.”

“Little?” Harry laughed, swishing his hands in the air in front of his crotch. “I wouldn’t call this little.” His erection was already straining against his swim trunks.

The girls laughed at his boldness. “See, I told you,” Pavarti said to her sister.

Both witches seemed highly entertained by Harry’s situation. “What did she tell you?” Harry asked.

“She said you say whatever is on your mind about people,” Padma replied, “and that you made a comment about her boobs in front of everyone.”

“Yeah, I did, I guess,” Harry said, scratching his head. “Is that so wrong? They are nice.” His eyes looked at Pavarti’s chest and then switched to Padma’s. “So are yours. Nice ones I’d like to suck on.”

The girls giggled in delight. This was going to be fun. Pavarti remembered Hermione’s warning not to indulge Harry and Ron’s desires, but how could she pass up an opportunity to be with Harry Potter? Once they found that antidote, she may not get another chance.

“Harry, you’re bad,” Padma laughed, “slapping his arm playfully.”

“Not as bad as I’m going to be,” Harry replied, waggling his eyebrows and stepping closer. He placed one arm about each girl and began to guide them towards the water. “Let’s swim. The cool water will help me last longer. You two are getting me too hard.”

They giggled at his honesty and bluntness. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle along with them. They seemed so delighted with the situation. He had no idea the Patil twins would be this easy.

“So you two really like me?” Harry asked as they stepped deeper into the water. “The both of you?

“Yes,” the twins replied at the same time, then laughed.

“You want to ride Potter’s Ponderous Penis?” Harry laughed.

Padma slapped his arm again. “My you are forward,” she teased playfully.

“Is it really ponderous?” Pavarti asked, curious.

“Want to find out?” Harry grinned, lifting one hand to stroke her arm.

Pavarti’s pulse sped up. “Maybe,” she smiled, coyly.

“Then you’ll both have to catch me if you want me,” he challenged, turning and diving into the water. He came up about a few yards away and smiled at them.

The twins grinned at one another and dove in after Harry. He made very little effort to get away as he really did want them to ’catch’ him. He pretended to struggle as he laughed, the girls pulling on his swim trunks and finally taking them off his legs and throwing them ashore.

“Ha! We got you, Harry,” Padma cheered, victoriously.

“Yeah, the victors take all,” Harry acknowledge. “I’m all yours.” He leaned towards Padma, his arm slipping about her in the water and kissed her, letting the kiss deepen as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting her.

Then he put his other arm about Pavarti and drew her in. “And I’m yours too.” He kissed her as well, and began moaning when he felt their hands moving over him, his back, arse, chest, and… yes… finally, his cock.

Padma’s hand wrapped around his hard cock as he kissed her sister, and began moving in a most delicious manner. Harry pulled his lips away, moaning, “Titties, let me see.”

The twins pulled the straps of their swim suits down, freeing their fleshy globes that seemed to bob on the surface of the water, nipples peaked and hard.

“Merlin,” Harry swore, eyes darkening. He wrapped his arms about their waists and pulled their breasts up to his face. Sticking out his tongue he licked across the row of four breasts multiple times and then gave each one individual attention while both girls fondle him with their hands.

Harry began to tug at the swimsuits hanging half way off their bodies. “Off,” he rasped.

The two witches pulled their suits off and threw them to the shore, returning their breasts to Harry’s hungry mouth. He now had one hand on each of their arses, grasping and squeezing as he sucked their breasts. The twins had their eyes shut, moaning and panting, as Harry’s hands came around their hip and to their pussies, fingering their deep heat. He inserted his middle fingers up them, finger fucking them. The twins moaned as they rode Harry’s fingers, the water making them light and buoyant. He kept his thumbs on their clits, rubbing the little nubbins lightly, as they moaned and groaned, “Oh, Harry.”

Then Harry picked up the pace, sucking and pulling on their breasts in turn and finger fucking the beautiful pair until they shook, grasping onto his shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear, as they came at the same time. “Wow, you even come the same,” Harry commented, amazed.

The two witches laughed, pushing him playfully into the water further. “We think you need to come, Harry,” Padma teased. They pushed him to more shallow water and Harry laughed as they covered him with their nude bodies, kissing him and stroking him.

“Yeah, I do need to come,” Harry rasped, wondering how long he could last with these two all over him.

“Stand up,” Pavarti ordered.

Harry stood, the water now coming to his thighs, as Pavarti waded in front of him, looking at his cock, hungrily. “Mmmmm… it is ponderous, Harry. Very nice.” She took his cock in her mouth and Harry gasped at the hot contrast her mouth was to the cold water.

Not to be outdone, Padma swam next to her sister, watching. “Let me have a taste too.”

Pavarti began licking and nibbling the length of Harry’s cock on one side, while Padma did the same to the other side. They both took turns putting Harry’s full cock in their mouths and sucking him.

Harry groaned, one hand on the back of each of their heads, petting and encouraging them in their efforts. Fuck, the were so sexy. “Ladies, I think we better get to the fucking before you finish me off,” he rasped.

The twins stood up, water streaming down their lovely caramel bodies, and took Harry’s hands, pulling him to a big towel they had spread on the ground.

Harry lay back as Padma straddled his hips, guiding his cock into her hot, wet cavern and groaning at the feeling. Harry grasped her hips as she began moving. He noticed Pavarti feeling left out and said, “Get on my face.”

Pavarti smiled and straddled Harry’s face, placing her sweet cunt over his mouth and said, “Yes, lick me, Harry.” Harry went to work as Padma fucked his cock and licked her sister, sucking on her clit and poking the little bundle of nerves until she was a screaming wreck. Her pussy juice soaked his lips and chin.
“Don’t use him up,” Pavarti said to her sister, who was still riding Harry. “I want a turn.”

So they switched positions, Pavarti now riding his cock while Padma straddled his face. Once again Harry feasted on tasty pussy, and groaned when his own orgasm began to build. “I’m close,” he muttered against flesh.

Pavarti squeezed the wall of her pussy together making it tighter and more pleasurable for Harry as she bounced on his cock and Harry came hard inside of her, moaning against Padma’s pussy in his face. Then he got busy and attacked Padma’s pussy with more vigor, making sure she came too.

When they had all orgasmed, the three lovers snuggled up on the towel trying to catch their breaths.

“That was fucking great,” Harry breathed. “You two ever done this before?”

“Well… there was this muggle boy who lived in our neighborhood. Pavarti and I were mad for him all summer,” Padma admitted. “Since we both couldn’t decide who’d have him, we finally agreed that we both should.”

“What a lucky muggle boy,” Harry said.

OOOOOO

The next morning, Hermione rushed down the steps and into the Gryffindor common room to find Romilda Vane attacking Pavarti Patil. Both had handfuls of one another’s hair and were screeching about ’whores’ and ’cheaters’. Harry and Ron were standing by the portrait hole, watching the fight with everyone else.

Hermione sighed and walked up to Harry. “Happy now, Don Juan?”

“What? Me? I didn’t do anything,” Harry defended. “They just started fighting.”

Hermione shook her head. “You just don’t understand what jealousy is, do you? That must be one of the properties of the potion.”

“What do you mean?” asked Ron.

“I mean that you have no concept of being a committed relationship with another and expecting them, or yourself, not to stray,” she further clarified.

“I didn’t ask them to marry me or anything,” Harry said.

Hermione shook her head. “Just forget it for now. Let’s go have breakfast. We have classes today.”

They began walking out the portrait hole.

“You can sit on my lap at breakfast,” Ron commented.

“RON! How could you say that?!” Lavender shouted. She had been standing just outside the portrait, waiting for him. She slugged his arm.

“Ouch!” Ron exclaimed.

Hermione looked at Lavender crossly.

OOOOOOO

As much as Hermione wanted to keep Harry and Ron’s ‘problem’ confined to Gryffindors, she was finding that the news was spreading like wild fire throughout the school day as people from other houses came up to her and asked, “Is it true?” She worried just how long it would be until the professors found out as well. They had to get the antidote - and soon!

And though Lavender had been hanging onto Ron between classes and whenever he had a free moment, she still had to worry about what Harry was up to. She made a point of learning his class schedule and trying to meet up with him between classes. His eyes wandered all over the student body of Hogwarts and she frequently had to prevent those with less scruples from pulling Harry into a dark corner or bathroom to take advantage of his situation.

At one time she found him talking to two Slytherin girls, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, in a corridor near the potions dungeon. As she approached, they walked away. “What did they want?” Hermione asked.

“They wanted to know if Ron or I were coming to their party in Slytherin tonight,” Harry replied, still watching the rear ends of the two witches as they walked away glancing over they shoulders coyly at Harry.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione groaned, “you can’t go. They will make fools out of you and Ron. Probably have you and Ron do sexual things and take photos of it. They are Slytherins for Merlin’s sake!”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, you think so? Those two were pretty hot, didn’t you think? I could definitely see myself fucking their brains out.”

Hermione sighed. “I think I need to send another emergency owl to Matilda. They are taking too long with that antidote.”

OOOOOO

As dinner was ending in the Great Hall that night, an owl came with a reply to Hermione’s emergency owl she sent that afternoon. It was from Matilda, and she was very frustrated. She couldn’t seem to figure out why the previous antidotes were having no effect and she claimed that this should have been easy to solve and she just didn’t know what else to try.

Hermione looked at the head table and her eyes fell on Professor Snape. Of all the people to ask for help with this problem, he was the last one she wanted to go to. But, inside, she knew it was their best hope as Snape was brilliant when it came to potions. But that would mean she’d have to tell him what was happening.

Merlin, she was confused.

As she left the Great Hall, her eyes fell on Ron and Lavender just outside the door. Lavender was yelling at Ron again and, again, she hit him hard on the arm.

Hermione had had enough. She pulled out her wand and said, “Stupefy.” Lavender fell and slid across the floor. Then Hermione strode up to her, standing above her with her hands on her hips. “If you ever, and I mean EVER, hit Ron again, I will make you cross-eyed for life.”

Lavender’s eyes watered as she looked back and forth between Ron and Hermione. “Won, Won, are you going to let her talk to me that way?” she whimpered.

“I’ve learned to trust in whatever Hermione says or does, Lav, because she is always right. So, yeah, I’m on Hermione’s side. I’ve always been on her side. Always will be,” Ron replied, shrugging. “Sorry.”

Hermione turned and looked at Ron, surprise and hope filling her heart, while Lavender wept and ran off. “Ron? Did you mean all that?” But she knew he did. This potion was good for one thing, she had to admit, it made them speak what was inside of them.

“Of course,” Ron replied. “I love you, Hermione. I always have. I’ll always take your side.”

Hermione’s eyes watered with happiness. “Don’t worry, Ron. I’ll find a way to help you as quickly as possible.” She glanced to the side as Professor Snape left the Great Hall. “No matter how difficult it may be.”

“You’ve already helped me,” Ron said. “You’ve helped get Lavender off my back. She was all upset about Harry and me going to that Slytherin party tonight.”

“But, you can’t go, Ron. It’s a trick. You must see that.”

“Harry and I are strong wizards. We can handle ourselves,” he replied.

“I will lock you two in a cupboard if I must,” Hermione threatened.

Ron’s smile grew. “Harry and I in a cupboard, eh? I like it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.

OOOOOO

Hermione had given strict orders to Harry and Ron’s roommates to keep them busy and to not let them leave Gryffindor tower before she left on a mysterious errand that night. Dean did his homework nearby, while Seamus and Neville engaged the boys in games of wizarding chess.

After awhile, however, Ron said, “I’m bored. How about we go upstairs and Harry and I can teach you how to give perfect blow jobs?”

Neville turned red and said, “Um… well…”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” Harry added. “Then Ron and I can show you the joys of anal.”

Seamus pounded the table with his fist. “None of that now. Do we have to use magic on you?”

“It can feel like magic when you’ve got the perfect suction on your tool. Yeah… fuck…” Ron’s hand went over his tented trousers as he leaned back and touched himself, hissing in air at the sensation.

Neville stood up so fast, his chair fell over as he took off out of the room.

Seamus and Dean looked at one another, wondering if they needed to use their wands to restrain Harry and Ron. But they waited too long to decide as Ron’s distracting behavior caused them to not see Harry pulling out his wand and pointing it at them. “Petrificus Totalis,” Harry said to each in quick succession.

As their roommates froze, Harry and Ron got of from their chairs. “Sorry, mates, but we have a party to go to and we are already late. Hope you understand.” And they slipped out of Gryffindor.

OOOOO

Hermione knocked on the door of Professor Snape’s private quarters. In about one minute the door opened a crack and the imposing professor looked down his nose at her.

“Yes?” he asked with his slow drawl. “Is there a problem, Miss Granger?”

“Yes, sir, there is.”

“Well… what is it?”

She took a deep breath. “A friend of mine had an accident with a potion a few days ago and the person who created the potion is having trouble finding the antidote.”

The door opened a bit more. “What type of potion?”

“Well, it was intended to give the person courage and to say the right things in order to… get acquainted with someone they were interested in. But, it wasn’t quite ready yet when my friend drank it. The result has been… terrible.”

“Indeed. Continue.”

“You see, sir, the potion has made them lose their morality and their inhibitions.”

One of Snape’s eyebrows rose. “I see. And who is this great potion master or mistress? You, Miss Granger?”

“Oh, no, sir,” Hermione shook her head. “She’s actually an ex student of yours - Matilda Reddenstar.”

“Yes, I do remember Miss Reddenstar. She was top of her class about six years ago.”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione nodded. “But, she could really use your help now with this problem.”

“Miss Reddenstar is no longer a student here at Hogwarts. Why should I bother?”

Hermione paused, looking for the right words. “Well, sir, you see, the person who consumed the potion is a student here - currently. I really can’t tell you who it is.”

“Let me guess, it sounds like something Mr. Weasley would do? Only a dunderhead such as himself would drink an unfinished potion.”

She didn’t bother denying it, but her face saddened. She didn’t want him to know about Harry too. Snape would have made a much bigger deal over Harry being involved. “Will you help him, sir?”

Snape stared at her as the moments passed. Finally he said, “I suppose I would be doing the world a service if I prevented a passel of new little Weasleys being born.” He sighed heavily and opened his door wider. “Come in, Miss Granger.”

OOOOO

A/N Coming up next: the Slytherin party. *evil grin* And a surprise occurrence.


Please review this chapter and let me know your thoughts. Thank you;)