Tell-All Taffies
Chapter 1 - Tell-All Taffies
“Fred, George, I know I said I would help with this but-” Harry choked on the next word, his skin on fire and heart beating rapidly. The new Wheeze he was testing with the twins was some sort of emotion taffy that was supposed to make him more sensitive and projective with his feelings. After all the times he’d heard Hermione complain about him and Ron having the emotional range of a teaspoon it seemed like a good idea, but apparently not. This response was way more physical than he thought it should be.
“Harrykins, no no, stop squirming about. You’ll mess up our test, dear.” Fred’s voice was almost a purr in his ear from behind him, his smirk evident in the tone. Two sets of firm hands held him to the chair by his shoulders and thighs, with Fred standing behind Harry as George faced him, blocking Harry’s sight of the rest of the empty common room. Thankfully it was over the Christmas hols, and most everyone was out of the castle. Harry couldn’t imagine how embarrassed he’d be if anyone but his business partners saw him so flushed and out of his head.
“I don’t think it’s working right, guys. I feel like I’m on fire, just everywhere, and the fires moving and..” Harry trailed off, not wanting to admit that it felt like the rush of heat in his skin was rapidly moving south, filling his chest and moving into his groin. He was sure he’d be blushing to put Ron to shame if he wasn’t already flushed pink all over. Tingles moved over his skin and it seemed all his senses were starting to heighten. He could smell the taffy tang of Fred behind him, from Fred’s efforts on the new product, and George’s sharp floral smell from his potion mixing just in front. He could feel George’s warm breath puff against his cheek as he shut his eyes, the lights in the room starting to melt golden and become too much.
Holding back a whine high in his throat, Harry struggled against the firm hold the twins had on him. Not so much trying to get away anymore, but just to see how it’d feel to have them pin him down tighter. Oh Merlin, they have to let me go, this was such a dumb idea.
“Alright Harry. It’s been 60 seconds, so the potion is starting it’s second phase,” George said checking the glowing stopwatch he’d spelled to hover in the air. Trying to get Harry to look him in the eyes he leaned in close. “Just let me know as soon as you feel the wave.”
George watched as Harry gasped, his eyes flying open pupils blowing wide. Beautiful boy, he thought, watching as Harry seemed to reach the next stage of the potion.
“Think he’s gone to the nonverbal stage, Georgie.” Fred said from behind Harry, no longer having to hold him down as he seemed to relax back into the chair. He gently stroked down Harry’s arms, from shoulder to elbow, just petting the younger boy. Harry seemed to hum tunelessly as George pet him, and whined when he stopped.
With a chuckle Fred leaned down and wrapped his arms around Harry from behind, holding him up a bit and more firmly into the seat back. “Alright Georgie, what’s the count? When we hit three minutes, he’ll hit the third phase, when he’ll be projecting, yea?”
“Right-o, Freddie. 30 seconds left and we’ll be hearing what’s going on in that messy head of his.” George’s voice seemed to cut a bit into Harry’s chaotic mind, but not enough to pull him from where his brain had wandered. He felt like he was floating in a warm bath, but just in his head, starting to feel a little detached from his body.
“Oh Merlin. Oh god, just keep petting me. Please please please.” Harry’s thoughts seemed to float softly into the space between the three boys, barely audible at first but volume growing to a normal speaking voice after a few words.
“Alright Freddie, you heard him.” George smirked, making eye contact with his twin. “Pet him.”
“Yes! Thank you thank you. More. George touch me too. Such a pretty mouth, just please.” Harry’s thoughts seeped out, while a whine of embarrassment seemed to break from him. He tried to duck his head and scrunch into a ball to hide, but George moved in close, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of Harry’s chair, and scooting to lean in between Harry’s knees. Gently grabbing his cheeks in his warm palms, George tilted Harry’s face to look into his bright avada green eyes.
“Oh, sweet boy, it’s okay,” George crooned. “We have you, it’s alright. You said you like my mouth, yea? Where would you like it, sweet thing?” At that, George leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Harry’s cheek.
“No no not my cheek, please George. Fred. More. Please.” Harry’s thoughts were becoming less clear and quieter, the short acting potion fading already. George pressed another couple of gentle kisses to Harry’s cheeks and chin and forehead, skipping over his pouting mouth altogether, while Fred hugged Harry with one arm and pet through his hair gently with his free hand.
As the potion faded out of his system, Harry’s temperature dropped back to normal, and he cleared his throat. His blush was still high on his face, and he dropped his chin to his chest, trying again to curl into a ball. I didn’t think it would go like that, what will they think?! I just asked them to do all that what is wrong with me!
Before Harry could fully work himself into a panic, Fred and George pulled him up from his chair and over to the large couch by the fireplace, quickly seating them all together with Harry smooshed in between the twins.
“Alright, brother, I think this was a successful test.” Fred said grandly, one arm wrapped around Harry’s shoulder. George, with one hand on Harry’s thigh and the other buried in Harry’s hair as that arm leaned on the back of the couch, agreed with a slow nod.
“Right you are, Freddie. Seems that the potion allowed the tester to share their obvious and entirely wanted feelings aloud, without having to voice them at all. Perfectly successful, I’d say.” George said the last bit, using his gentle hold in Harry’s hair to pull the younger boy’s face up to make eye contact with him, a gentle smile on his face.
Harry stared hard at George in silence for a moment before turning to look at Fred as well. For a tense few seconds, he said nothing, then sighed hard. Straightening his spine, Harry cleared his throat and summoned up some Gryffindor courage.
“You’re both arseholes, but I like you both. Like, dating-like you, not just as friends.” Harry paused, his face feeling like it was on fire again. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”
Smiling at each other, Fred and George broke into peals of laughter, and squished Harry into a tight hug between them.
“Of course we would-” George started.
“Darling Harrykins. We’ve been dropping-” Fred cut in, alternating in twin-speak.
“Signals to you for over a year.”
“Had to think of something to-”
“Get you to crack and tell us-”
“How you felt about us.” They finished the last line together. With that said, they both leaned in again and kissed Harry on both cheeks, making Harry laugh in relief. Guess it was a successful potion after all.