Cupido Infinitus

Just a fun and sexy plot bunny I had. There will be ten chapters in all. I hope you enjoy this slashy and slutty little fiction.

Petalsoft

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

The Accident

“Business going well, then?” Harry asked, as the four young men walked toward the back of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.

“Especially this time of year,” smiled Fred, patting Harry on the back and steering him through the door labeled ‘Employees Only’. The shop was crowded with the back-to-school crowd who swarmed Diagon Alley for their school supplies each August. Harry and Ron poked around at all the gadgets on their way to the back, impressed at Fred and Georges’ ingenuity.

In the back room, they passed shelves of merchandise until they came to a table bubbling with various colored brews. Behind the table worked a small witch, who barely glanced up when they arrived.

“Harry, Ron, I’d like you to meet Matilda, our own personal potion’s master. She’s absolutely brilliant and is perfecting the next line of Weasley’s Ice Breaker elixirs,” announced George.

“Ice Breakers?” mouthed Ron.

“You know, gives you courage to walk up to a bird and say all the right things,” Fred grinned, wagging his eyebrows.

“Wicked,” Ron smirked. “I’ll take a few…”

He reached out with his hand only to find it slapped away by Matilda.

“They are not ready yet!” she snapped in a very high-pitched voice.

“Sorry,” Ron grumbled.

Matilda’s angry eyes snapped to Fred. “May I speak to you in private… please.”

“Of course, Matty,” Fred replied. “Let’s go to my office.” She gave one more warning look at Ron before heading to the office with Fred in tow.

“Hang on,” George said, “I’ll be right back. I need to check if Angelina is handling the customers on her own or if she needs a hand.”

“Sure, we’ll wait,” Harry called after him.

Ron was eyeing the table of potions again, glancing back at the closed door of Fred’s office.

“What a piece of work that Matilda is, eh?” Ron grumped. “She slapped my hand, Harry.”

“You’ll live,” Harry smiled.

“I ought to take some of these phials anyway… serve her right… stupid bint…”

“Ron, you don’t even know what they’ll… Ron… Ron!” Harry grabbed Ron’s wrist and tried to tug it back, but Ron twisted his body away, laughing at Harry’s failed effort.

He lifted the phial and drank quickly.

“Damn it, Ron. You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, I’m going to get laid, Harry. This shop is full of…”

“Fuck…” Ron, swayed. “This is fucking magnificent. Harry, drink one.”

“Why? So I can look as stupid as you do?”

“I feel fucking great!” Ron cheered. “Gods, Harry! Drink one. It doesn’t hurt at all. I feel like I can do anything in the world.”

Harry’s eyes shifted to the phials on the table. It seemed to be some sort of liquid courage. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try one.

Ron picked up another phial, handing it to Harry. “Come on, this will be fun. We’ll get some dates for tonight…”

Harry glanced at the door to Fred’s office, half expecting Matilda to come running out any moment and slap them both. But all was quiet.

He took the phial from Ron. “I hope you’re right.” He put it to his lips and drank deeply.

The liquid spread throughout his body quickly, making Harry feel as if every was awakening from a long slumber, filling with energy and life. His smile grew as he looked at Ron who was grinning back.

“See, I told you,” Ron said, slapping Harry on the back.

Then Ron froze, screwing up his face.

“Ron, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, concerned. “You all right?”

Ron’s eyes rolled upwards before he collapsed, knocking over the potions table before sprawling on the ground, unconscious. Glass containers shattered and flames erupted as the liquids ran over the floor.

“Ron!” Harry yelled. He jumped on the small fire, stamping it out with his shoes.

The door to Fred’s office flew open and Matilda and Fred came running at the commotion.

“Ron, Harry, what happened?” Fred asked, frantically, kneeling at Ron’s side. Harry knelt on the other side of Ron.

“He drank some of that potion,” Harry said. “Sorry, I tried to stop him…”

But Harry couldn’t finish his sentence as he felt a sharp pain in his head. He fell forward in a faint across Ron’s body.

“They both drank it.” Matilda snapped, stating the obvious. “It wasn’t ready yet!”

“They’ll be all right, won’t they, Matty?” Fred worried. “I know there was nothing dangerous in those potions…” He searched her face for reassurance.

“No, not too dangerous,” Matilda replied, upset that her work was splattered all over the floor. “It was still in concentrated form, however. I would never have anyone drink them without diluting them further.”

“But… they’ll be all right?” Fred worried. “Should we take them to St. Mungos?”

“Don’t know…” Matilda pondered.

Ron groaned, drawing their attentions.

“He’s coming to,” Fred laughed. “I think they’ll be all right. But let’s write down all the ingredients you used and owl it over to St. Mungos anyway. I’m sure mum will drag them over there to get checked.”

Fred and Matilda headed back to his office in search of parchment and pen.

Ron moved slightly, feeling a warm weight across the middle of his body. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, noticing that Harry was laying face down on the floor - but his groin was laying across Ron’s.

“What the fuck,” Ron whispered. “Harry?” He tried to shake Harry a bit with his hands but only managed to make Harry’s body rub against his.

Harry awoke to the feel of the cold floor against his forehead and Ron’s hand on his arse, shaking him back and forth. As the groggy awareness came to him, he also felt something else.

Aroused.

And it was obvious he wasn’t the only one.

Harry turned his face and looked at Ron who was now staring back at him, hand still on his arse, rocking their erections gently together.

Ron’s eyes darkened with lust, “Harry?”

Harry’s breath left in a rush and sweat formed on his brow as his own desire grew. What the fuck was happening? They never had thought about one another this way before.

“Fuck, Ron,” he managed to say before pushing himself to lay directly on top of Ron. They stared hard at one another, faces inches away and panting. “Fuck,” Harry repeated, giving in to his urge to snog his best friend.

Their mouths met in a heated rush of lips, teeth and tongue. Harry groaned in Ron’s mouth, tongues twisting and sucking, as Ron’s hand slid again over Harry’s arse, pressing them together further.

Harry began moving his hips in a fucking motion as they continued their hot, wicked snog, arousing moans from Ron below him. Harry took one of his hands and slipped it between their bodies, rubbing Ron’s erection with his palm as Ron’s hand traveled lower on Harry’s arse, reaching between his legs from behind.

“What the fuck is this?!”

The two boys broke apart, gasping for air, and Harry rolled off Ron. Both stared at George in the doorway of the backroom. George's voice drew Matilda and Fred out of the office and now they all stared at the flustered boys.

“They drank some of that potion and passed out, George,” Fred explained. “Made a bit of a mess…”

But Fred hadn’t seen what George had.

“You two are poofs?” George asked, incredulous. Harry and Ron appeared just as shocked as George.

“What?” Fred grinned. “Harry and Ron?”

“Yeah, Harry and Ron,” George replied. “They were in a full on snog on the floor when I walked in.” He looked at the two confused boys and sighed. “It’s all right. I don’t really care. I mean… it was just a shocker, you know? I just always thought… the way you go on about girls, Ron… and then Harry, there’s Ginny…”

Harry and Ron looked at one another, before looking back to George.

“Ehm… we’re not gay,” Ron replied. “At least we weren’t before we drank that stuff.”

“Merlin, Matilda!” George exclaimed. “You can't be turning everyone gay. You need to adjust that potion.”

Matilda frowned. “I don’t understand. It wasn’t suppose to do that…”

“It’s temporary, right?” Fred worried.

Matilda gave him a sharp look. “It wasn’t completed yet. I don’t know. The finished product will be temporary.”

George rolled his eyes. “Mum’s going to kill us.”

“Then we don’t tell her, do we?” Fred replied. He looked at Harry and Ron sitting on the floor. “Just try to resist one another and wait for this to wear off. Let us know when you no longer feel like… snogging and stuff… with one another, all right? It will help Matilda to know how long this stuff will last.”

Ron’s gaze turned to Harry and he shivered when Harry eyes smoldered in return.

George stepped forward and yanked Ron to his feet by his arm. “Cut that out, you two. You don’t want mum or Ginny seeing you two all randy for one another.”

Ron looked at his brother and laughed. “Yeah, whatever.”

Harry stood, stepping towards Ron, but Fred stepped between them. “Let’s get you two out in the fresh air. Remember, don’t tell mum.”

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A/N Hope there is some interest in this story. Let me know what you think so far.

Thanks,

Petalsoft