Chapter 2
The weasly twins, fred and george have been together their whole life. They shared their mother’s womb, they shared a bedroom, and they shared a face. When they hit puberty it was only natural that they would explore together too.
Now that they were at Hogwarts, they snuck off to the room of requirement, or the cum and go room, as they liked to call it. However on the night they planned to use the room, they happened on a most interesting surprise.
The door appeared to fred, and he walked in. He assumed he was early, because george was nowhere in sight. Once the noises of moans and screams hit his ear, he was amused. He thought george brought someone here to shag, but he was wrong.
Harry and draco were in the middle of their intimate scene when fred cleared his throat, draco spun around and gaped at fred, and harry just lay where he was, begging for more. “Well, I guess this room is occupied” and fred turned to leave, but before he could make it through the door that had appeared again, george appeared.
Draco was obviously flustered, but the twins were nonplused. They came over to the pair and knelt down around harry. The boy on the floor moaned and begged to be filled, and draco raised his head to the twins.
Harry soon noticed the gathering around him and begged louder, and taking that as accent, the twins joined the merry march.
Harry was still on the floor tied down and sweating. Draco cast another spell and the ropes loosened, letting harry’s limbs slacken to a comfortable stretch. The twins helped harry to his feet slowly, leading him over to the couch that just appeared. George twined his hands around draco and pulled him in for an embrace, both wrestling for dominance. George let draco get the better of him as he was pushed to the ground.
Over on the couch fred was stroking harry’s sides, soothing him as he was impaled on a larger member. The Weasley twins were far more endowed than harry was used to, much to harry’s delight. Fred gently popped the head of his cock in harry’s abused hole and listened to the gentle pants of the boy under him.
George and draco were still in a dance of their own, struggling to dominate one another while searching for release. Draco was already undressed from his time prior with harry, and george was nearly there. George kissed draco under his chin and made his way to his chest where he teased the blonde’s nipples. Draco breathed in sharply, and almost instantly submitted to george. The two of them toppled to the ground in a cloud of lust and discarded clothing, draco spread his legs and demanded release.
George chuckled at the demands of the often loud and angry boy. Draco was known around the school to be a bully at worst, and a fierce protector of his friends at best. This combined to give him a reputation to not be trifled with, yet george couldn’t help trifling with him. George loved to see beneath the outer shells that so often were coated to fit the public eye. His brother often cultivated the appearance of a joker who takes nothing seriously, but beyond that fred cared about everything. George could see that draco was not really angry at the world, or the people here. Draco had a hard home life, he tried to make his father proud, and in acting like his father he drove friends away. George wanted to make draco happy, to change the outer layer, but to also change his need for approval.
While draco ground his hips against george, the older man prepared the boy. He said a few spells and lubed up the boy’s entrance so he could scissor him open. Harry was in bliss as fred slowly eased his length into him. When fred bottomed out he let harry get accustomed to the feeling, stopping and listening to the boy beneath him. When harry started bucking up to gain friction, fred pulled out and gently began thrusting in, making his motion fluid and hitting harry’s prostate every time. Harry cried out and came, bringing fred to climax. George was doing the same, as draco climaxed with little provocation.
The orgy was winding down a few hours later and the group was in the tub together, cleaning each other and talking sweet nothings. Draco was obviously worried however and chimed in, “we need to talk.”