06- volumptia

The morning was slow and reluctant, every movement of Harry's muscles constantly invited his body to lull back to sleep- he eventually caved in.

No dreams. Harry was grateful for that.

The intense rush of melatonin and serotonin last night left Harry assessing whether the whole montage had been real. Ron's sleek blue-gray eyes still pierced Harry's half-formed mind, leaving a trace never to be removed.

But a conflict grew inside of him: Ron had been his best friend for almost five years, would he actually want to risk their friendship by becoming more than friends?

As everything came into focus, he sleepily stumped around his dormitory. Beds were empty.

His soft, caressing lips.

No one had bothered to wake him.

His flamboyant, red hair.

Harry quietly shuffled towards the shared bathroom.

His beautiful, startling freckles.

Few stains of semen shots speckled the bathroom, from their recent gathering.

His sharp, handsome jawline.

Harry crossed the room, taking a good morning piss, yawning the fatigue away.

And who could forget, his stupendously huge cock.

Harry changed his clothes, not bothering the shower. But he's your best friend. Harry silently reminded himself. That's the furthest you'll go: a platonic relationship.

Harry abandoned any of his stomach's hopes for breakfast, and almost merrily made his way down the grand staircases, occasionally remembering to skip a trick step, until he reached the large oak doors that guard the castle body. Harry wound through the grass-strewn path that led him to the exact spot last night, closed his eyes, and searched for that ever-so-soothing lullaby of reassurance that only the night could provide.

He blessed the tall grass and grand diamond sky, and walked away sturdily back to the snowy courtyard where Fred and George were.

Usual pantomimes of exotic, ripe exhilaration was the twin's signature movement, and they never failed to disappoint, yet today the twins were visibly sitting on the cold stone benches, apparently waiting for somebody.

Harry pointedly moved towards the monotonous courtyard, as he outlandishly stood out like a bloom of winter, with a face of dreamy contentment and smitten nostalgia. The eleven ringing chimes of the courtyard-front clock conveyed the o'clocks' of the day. The lifeless energy around the frozen fountain was composed of little occupants and a slow morning.

Fred and George suddenly and noticeably advanced closer to Harry, but Harry tried to sweep them away with one single stare from his glassy green eyes. It failed miserably. The twins telepathically coordinated Harry's capture with no words necessary, as George caught his left arm, and Fred caught on to his right. They had been waiting for him.

"What?" Harry asked."C'mon." George said, as they dragged Harry up the steps, through the same oak doors. "We've got a surprise for you." Harry half wanted to protest these impulsive ideas of the twin's that often landed them a spot in detention oh-so-many-times, but another curiosity that the twins always knew how to spell bind, woke him, making it an impossible feat for a "no." in such conversations. They took the usual steps to the Gryffindor common room, but on the fourth floor, they made an abrupt steer that led them down another corridor.

"Where are we going?" Harry pestered."You'll see." Fred smirked, seemingly in a great mood. They took another swift turn, and once Harry spotted the statue of Boris the Bewildered, he immediately knew where they were. Taunting nostalgic images of Cedric Diggory and his flawless nature arose like the never-ending bubbles of the prefect's bathroom. And impatiently leaning on a tapestry on the walls to the baths, his shirt half-unbuttoned, was Ronald Weasley.

"I was waiting for you forever." Ron groaned at his brothers. "Oh shut up." Fred said."What?" Harry started but George silenced him."Mandrake roots." George commanded, and the heavy marble door swung open just like last time. Harry didn't even question how the twins knew the password: it was a given that they're always five steps in front of everyone. The overtly extravagant shroud of familiar perfume ensnared their senses, as they casually walked on the gorgeous marble floor that gracefully expended at their feet. Fred and George both started stripping like it was nobody's business, until the light from the golden taps reflected their pale, toned bodies.

"What are we doing?" Harry asked finally."Wanking." Fred grinned, staring at Harry's crotch. Ron unzipped his trousers, and undid his underpants. The dim golden lighting really highlighted Ron's ripped chest and abdominal muscles, and Harry suspected that Ron was secretly flexing them, but acted casual to seem like it was effortless. Due to the towering fumes of steam in the bathroom, Ron's wide buff chest became moist and seemed to glow in the faint gleam of the room. His hung gargantuan dick now hung in front of Harry, and Harry immediately became hard, as blood pounded through his shaft. Being in the majesty of Ron's schlong reminded him all over again of how enormous it was- even Fred and George couldn't compete. Harry eventually stripped himself from head to toe, his dick exposed to the warm steam that tongued Harry's body.

"I found a masturbation spell in the sex spellbook." Ron explained. "And I told Fred and George about it and voila, now we're here I guess." Harry was barely listening, eyes glued on Ron's bulging biceps and rippling triceps. All inner turmoil of their friendship ceased, as Harry smacked his lips without realizing.

"C'mere." George announced, snapping Harry's focus, and patted a jade couch where he was seated. "The spell is 'volumptia'." Ron reminded themselves as their arses rubbed against the soaked jade tiles. "And there's no wand movement, you just have to point your wand at your dick and say the spell, and you'll be masturbating hands-free! Thank you G.M.L., whoever the fuck you are. Hopefully it goes well."

"Well there's only one way to find out. Ready Fred?" George prompted."Ready, George!" Fred confidently answered, and with that, the twins both shouted"VOLUMPTIA!", pointing their wands at each other's dicks. It seemed to go perfectly fine, as for the next minute, the bathroom was filled with the sole deafening cacophony of pleasant moans and sharp gasps from Fred and George."Ohhh, George.. this feels fucking awesome." Fred moaned, and his cock was pleasurably and surely jerking itself off. After a minute or two, Harry and Ron decided that it'd be safe to try it now.

"Volumptia." Ron commanded his throbbing dick, and it suddenly became hard, and he quickly fell into grunting and gagging in sync with the artificial jerk-like motion that the spell had put on his colossal cock.

"Volumptia." Harry eventually whispered, and he soon found out that the others weren't exaggerating at all with their dramatic moans and groans of pleasure: it was better than anything else Harry had ever felt on his dick before. It was... magical.

Their bodies twitched in glee and uncontrollable infatuation of pleasure, after around ten minutes. "Ohhhh, I fucking love magic, ohhh." Harry exclaimed whilst holding his dick from erupting one last time.

Once the slow burning orgasm was unbearable, Harry released his grip on his wand, and his dick spurted out intervals of hot thick cum which precipitated down to his mouth and face, which he sloppily gulped, it's rich exquisite taste lingering in his mouth.

Just at that moment, Fred and George simultaneously gave a huge moan, and their semen splattered all around the marble floor and their faces.

"Ohhh yeah holy shit!" George shouted. "You got some on your face, let me get that for you." George reached over to Fred and slowly licked the cum stains off Fred's face.

"Holy fucking shit that was amazing." Fred grinned.

As the rest of them averted their attention to Ron from the finale. But as Ron reached his climax and his final moans echoed off the bathroom walls, a towering fountain of cum started to unstoppably shoot from his ginormous veiny cock at an alarming rate. Harry, Fred, and George panicked, not knowing what to do.

Ron grunted, but this time in pain rather than pleasure, as the cum had now started a steady stream that flooded, and pooled into sticky puddles between the cracks of jade tiles. Pressure soared like the cascade of semen, as Ron's face contorted into a shapeless pained mass.

"FINITE INCANTATEM!" Harry bellowed the 'general counter-spell', pointing his wand at Ron's cock. Miraculously, it worked, as some of the cum started pouring back into his penis tip, and the flow came to a halt. Ron gasped suddenly in relief, and before anyone could do anything, he pulled Harry in, towards his body, and passionately kissed him. Again, everything was a blur, Harry wanted to scream, shout, cry, laugh, and die, all at the same time. Relief and pride collectively swept over Harry, as Ron's sharp blue eyes and genuine smile came back into focus.

"What the fuck bro." Fred exclaimed, partly choking from laughter and tears.Fuck. Harry had forgotten that the twins were here, but they didn't seem to mind, as the bathroom rang with laughter, and Harry found himself smiling silently.