Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 6

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism

Chapter 6 - Slutty Snackboxes

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or

characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any

affiliation with its author

Fred sighed as he leant back against the bed, panting

heavily as he did so. His long red hair was drenched with

sweat, and he pulled his hands through it in very obvious

frustration. Nothing worked. Everything they tried had

failed in a glorious puff of smoke. It would make some

fireworks, perhaps. But not Skiving Snackboxes.

The twins had been hard at work, developing their newest

and grandest business idea. The 'Skiving Snackboxes' were

sure to make them rich at Hogwarts. But the problem was in

making the damned things. Though they were both relatively

accomplished potioneers, sweets that induced safe vomiting

for several minutes were a little beyond them.

"Any luck?" called George from the other side of the bed.

"None" Fred replied, casting a quick charm to dissipate the

smoke that still billowed from the cauldron.

George straightened up from his own work and walked around

to stand against the wall, consulting with Fred.

"These bloody snackboxes will be the death of us, mate.

What is that now? Four explosions in an hour?"

Fred counted in his head. "Something like that." He got up

as well, and went to wipe his hands on the dirty rag hung

from their door that had once resembled a towel.

"Lets take a break" he suggested to George, who looked

relieved.

They both emerged from their stifling dark room into the

pleasantly cool hallway, and allowed the air to wash over

them in a refreshing wave. George led the way down to the

room one flight below, which belonged to Harry and Ron.

They pushed open the door, only to see an empty room.

"Oh, blimey, Harry's still at the hearing" Fred remembered.

"Where do you reckon Ron is?" George asked. He turned to

leave, but Fred stopped him.

"Lets have a look around. I'm still suspicious after that

time a few nights ago. They were acting bloody weird."

George rolled his eyes, but agreed and the two of them

walked in and closed the door. Fred walked around for a

bit, looking over their surroundings. He spotted a book

poking out from under Harry's pillow, which he considered

odd as Harry rarely read. He pointed it out to George.

"A diary?" his brother asked.

Fred considered. "Could be. But do you really think Harry

is going to be the Diary type after what happened three

years ago with Ginny?"

George chuckled. "Oh. Yeah, I guess not."

Fred stepped forward and pulled out the book. After

reading the title page he looked up at his twin, a spark

gleaming in his eye.

"Oh boy. Looks like Harry and Ron have stumbled across

something here." He handed the book over to George, who

read the first few pages in quick glances.

"Bloody hell" were his first words. He looked up at Fred

and grinned. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Fred smiled back at him. "I'm thinking 'Skiving' won't

be the only form of Snackbox we sell."

* * *

The twins spent the rest of the morning with quills in

hands, going through the book and copying down any spells

and recipes they thought could come in handy later. Not

wanting to steal the book outright, they had deciding on

making their own small copied out version. Maybe they

could even sell that too one day, when the business had

grown even further.

Just when they thought they had enough, they heard Harry's

triumphant return and slammed the book shut. Stuffing it

quickly back under Harry's pillow, they scarpered back to

their own room and stored the notes safely in a locked

drawer.

After congratulating Harry on his survival, and finishing

a hasty lunch, they were back up in their room deciding

on what to do first with their new found knowledge.

"We'll mainly be working with the potions section of this,

I think" George thought aloud.

"Yeah, but spells will be handy too. Mainly for our own

use, brother."

George grinned again. He straightened up, holding one roll

of parchment. "What about this one?" He handed it to Fred,

who read.

The Potion of Sexual Appetite - This is a fairly complex

potion, but its versatility makes this particular brew worth

the effort. Depending on how it is brewed, it will give the

drinker a differing level of sexual lust, and they will then

crave a certain amount of intimate contact. The effects

last for several hours, with exact lengths ranging from

person to person. However; upon fainting the drinker will

return to a normal state instantly. The potion takes a few

minutes to begin to effect the recipient.

Warning! - Take extreme care when brewing this potion, as

incorrect practice may lead to a foul brew and

cause unwanted side effects

Warning! - This potion is illegal to brew. Keep it out of

sight and the application subtle

When Fred had finished he nodded. "This one's good. Let's

give it a shot." He read the list of ingredients. "We've

got all we need right here."

They set to work, brewing up a batch of the 'Potion of

Sexual Appetite'. They decided to go with quite a strong

recipe, in order to make the girl that eventually drank

it an insatiable slut for hours.

The book hadn't lied. It was indeed an advanced potion,

and Fred felt sure that even Snape would not be able to

whip it up in moments. After a full afternoon of hard

work, they sat back and stared at the simmering cauldron

before them.

"You think it'll work?" George asked.

Fred thought. "We need to test it. Somewhere without any

consequences should it go wrong."

"What about.."

At that moment they heard their mother calling for supper

and, not wanting to feel her wrath, they got up and left

the room in a hurry.

"Where were you going to say?" Fred asked hastily as they

rounded a banister.

"The Pub down the the end of the road?" suggested George.

Fred smiled. "Oh yeah. The Pelican."

* * *

A few hours later, the twins were stood outside the door

to the Pelican, a small vial of the potion in each of

their back pockets. They looked at each other, grins on

their freckled faces, and stepped over the threshold.

The pub was lively. Fred liked the ambiance, and was

reminded strongly of The Three Broomsticks on cold winter

evenings at Hogsmeade. He immediately began looking at

the ladies in the building, looking for targets to try

out their new spike on. George nudged him and pointed at

a couple of girls sat at a corner table, giggling at a

joke one of them had made.

Fred nodded, and they both turned and made for the table.

As they approached, the two girls noticed and one

whispered into the other's ear. Fred and George knew

they had been accepted as the girls shifted slightly

in their seats to make room for them on the benches.

"Anyone in these seats?" George asked them, grinning in

a friendly manner.

"No, please" answered the girl on the right in a strong

Scottish accent. She was pretty, with long flowing brown

hair and a heart shaped face. Her eyes were large and

staring, with pretty grey iris'. She looked young, but

the beer at her place was evidence that she was eighteen.

George sat down next to her and smiled. "Hi, I'm Fred

Weasley." It was customary for the twins to introduce

themselves the wrong way round.

Fred gave a loud fake gasp, and spluttered "No! He's

not, I am. That's George"

The second girl laughed at this. She was blonde, and

shorter than the brunette despite looking older. Her

eyes were deep blue, and she had a cute little mouth

that was begging for a cock inside of it, at least

that's what Fred thought.

They introduced themselves swiftly. The blonde's name

was Becky, and the brunette was Alice. After only a

few minutes of conversation it became evident that

they were a good laugh. The twins wanted to spend the

whole night just being muggles with them. But there

was work to be done, and they had plenty of girls

clamoring for them anyway back at Hogwarts. Money

was on their mind tonight.

After about ten minutes the twins went up to the bar

to get another round of drinks. A plump, rather

grumpy looking woman came over. As soon as she

appeared Fred took his wand out of his back pocket

and concealed it behind his wrist.

"What d'you want?" she asked George.

He considered. "Can we get four lagers, please?"

She scrutinized him carefully. "I'm gonna need to

see..."

As soon as she started speaking Fred pointed the

concealed wand at her and murmured 'confundus'. She

stuttered into silence, and a blank look came over

her face.

"That's fine, I'll just go and go that for you" were

her next words.

George offered Fred a subtle thumbs up, as they

waited to pay. The drinks arrived, they handed the

money to her. While she wandered off to get change,

the twins carefully poured a vial of potion into

two of the drinks.

When they were back at the table they all raised

their glasses and drained some of the beers. Then,

as the conversation continued, the waiting began.

As the minutes passed, Fred started noticing some

subtle changes in the girls. They both leaned in

closer to the boys, and he watched as Alice's gaze

became fixated on George's lips, with an occasional

glance at his crotch. He looked right and saw Becky

staring at him hungrily. Her leg had been stroking

against his for over a minute now.

A moment later the twins made eye contact and both

of them thought the same thing.

Bloody well go for it.

Fred turned and began to reciprocate Becky's not so

subtle advances, leaning in and making out with her

hotly. She was lost in his spell, her tongue darting

in and out of his mouth in a sloppy dance. His hands

caressed the curves of her body, feeling her purt

buttocks and her sumptuous breasts. They were larger

than he had anticipated, and he reveled in their

fullness as his hand slipped inside the cup of her

bra and circled her erect nipple.

He was sure that George was engaged in the same sort

of activities, and sure enough when he broke free of

Becky's facial assault he saw his twin with his head

on Alice's chest, his tongue darting between her

breasts as she fought to contain the moans of

pleasure his treatment was supplying to her.

Fred lowered a hand from the flat of her stomach and

it sank between her outstretched legs, finding her

eager cunt quickly. He slipped his fingers inside

her shorts and felt her moist lips jump as his touch

met them. After sitting in anticipation for so long,

she was evidently over sensitive. He's take care of

that swiftly.

He began forcing a finger inside her sopping pussy,

feeling her walls contract to squeeze his finger and

illicit more feelings of pleasure in her cunt. Fred

made out with her again to keep her quiet as he

fingered her intimately.

George was having less success. Maybe Alice had had

a stronger dose, or maybe she was more susceptible to

the potion, but in any case she was far wilder than

Becky. She was desperately trying to climb on top of

George, kissing him loudly and noisily moaning at him

to fuck her. This was attracting the attention of

nearby patrons, and a few scowled at them. Another

couple however, closer to them in age, looked on with

interest. Fred turned Becky's head to them, and the

gleam in her eye couldn't be missed by the pair of

young lads. They looked like students, and they also

looked like they knew what this could turn into.

They weren't the only ones, however. More and more

people in the pub were spotting the scene in the

corner, and men seemed to be standing up to keep it

in view.

Becky had stood up and walked over to the two boys

that first noticed the corner table. She dropped to

her knees and started unzipping their trousers.

By now a lot of people were getting up, scowling.

The bar was crowded with people trying to settle

tabs as everyone overwhelmed by the proceedings got

out as fast as possible.

But there were always more people crowding round the

corner, men young and old were watching and hoping to

join in as Alice finally succeeded in getting on top

of George and unzipping his flies. She pulled out his

cock and started stroking it, eliciting soft grunts

from George as she did so.

Fred got to his feet, pulling his cock out from his

jeans. He climbed under Becky as she crouched on the

floor, and pulled down her shorts and panties in one

fluid motion. She moaned as his hard prick pressed up

against her wet labia. The bulbous head was oozing

precum, and he groaned as he forced it into her tight

snatch in one slow thrust.

Her head was bobbing up and down on the cocks of the

two men she was sucking off, and the both had a hand

on the back of her head, guiding her motions with a

firm grip. She was gagging, and sucking noises

slipped out of her full mouth as they forced her

deeper.

George was by now forcing his entire length into

Alice's dripping pussy. She moaned and threw her head

back, riding him in obvious bliss. He thrust upwards

wildly, unleashing the sexual urge he had kept pent

up for weeks of summer holiday. At school he got

plenty. At home he got none.

Fred had just finished fucking Becky's delightful

cunt, and was enjoying a pleasurable orgasm as his

seed shot into her quivering pussy. She had moaned

loudly onto the cocks she was sucking a few moments

ago, and he could only account it to the potion that

she had cum so quickly.

By now more people were joining in. A short stout

man was stood behind George, and Alice sucked him off

as she rode George, her head lurching back and forth

on his pulsing member. He sighed in release, and took

her head in his hands, shoving her down onto his

crotch. Her desperate gagging meant nothing to him.

She was just an oblivious fuckdoll.

Becky had risen to her feet and was leading a group

of several men, including Fred, round towards where

the pool tables sat. Up until this point they had

been obscured from the bar. But no longer. Fred

watched as the landlord began walking out from

behind the bar, cursing. The other staff looked

on, glaring at them.

Fred had been ready for this. Once again he subtly

raised his wand under his wrist and cast 'confundus'

at each member of staff in turn. They simultaneously

turned and walked out the back door with a strong

but inexplicable desire to clean the back lot.

Becky was laid out on the pool table in moments, the

rest of her clothing ripped off in a flurry. She

gasped as a thumb was shoved into her virgin ass,

but only for a moment before another man shoved his

large cock down her waiting gullet. She gagged and

spluttered, but also enjoyed being used by so many

men in her current state. Her appetite was being

fulfilled.

Alice was in a worse situation. She seemed to have

been lumped with a rougher crowd, and they were

enjoying having a fit young teenager to play with.

The same short man that had face fucked her earlier

had laid her out on the table and was prodding at

her pussy with his large cock. George had climbed

up behind her head and was shoving his cock into

her throat at breakneck pace. But her appetite

drove her on. Alice still wanted more. She was

stroking the cocks of two men who had sat on either

side of the table. Occasionally one would slap her

tits or tickle her, causing her to squeal onto the

cock buried in her mouth. She moaned as the short

man thrust deeply into her, and grabbed her hips

with purpose. He began to jackhammer into her with

all the strength he could muster.

The scene on the pool table was very different.

Becky was on her hands and knees, moving around the

table as she gave an exquisite blowjob to each man

in turn. As she did so, the man behind her would

lick her out, savoring her delicious juices and

fingerfucking her asshole.

After a long while, when their stamina wore thin,

Fred and George got together and talked, watching

as the girls continued to fuck with wild, primal

lust.

"Blimey, mate, I'm fuckin exhausted" complained

George.

"That's because your crowd fucked the shit out of

Alice" Fred told him. "You should have come and

enjoyed a passionate fuck with Becky."

"She good?"

"I'm serious, man, she's got a future as an escort

or something."

George chuckled. He turned to look at the ongoing

scene behind them.

"You think they'll be okay?" he asked.

Fred laughed. "They'll be fine. Who knows, maybe

they enjoyed it?"

They turned and walked out the door, heading back

down the road to Grimmauld Place. Fred thought

back to Alice and Becky. He had no idea if they

would be okay. But it didn't matter. What mattered

to him was that he could think of countless people

at the sexually depraved school that Hogwarts was

who would buy the marvelous potion. They would be

rich, and their last year of school would be

incredible.