As the weeks passed, Harry's body grew increasingly insistent in its reminders that it was used to regular sex, or at least regular fooling around, and Harry began to miss the twins for more than just their company. By the time the first Hogsmeade weekend came around, Harry felt as though he might burst despite his nightly -- and often morning as well -- wanking sessions.

"I'm so glad they let me come," said Harry, from the vicinity of Fred's chest where he was hugging him tightly.

"I hope you haven't come yet," said George, coming up to hug Harry from behind.

"We have plans for you," said Fred with a smirk, and then softer he added, "We missed you, Harry."

Harry hugged tighter and then stepped away, suddenly aware of the curious eyes all around them. "I missed you guys a lot," he said, grinning and blushing.

They all shared a laugh at Harry's exasperated enthusiasm, then George threw his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "Let's go get lunch, and then we can sneak you up to our room."

"But first, we learned a little spell just for you," said Fred. He gave a complicated wave of his wand in the general direction of Harry's crotch, but not a word passed his lips to give away the Charm he was casting.

Harry felt a tingling and then, while his half-erection didn't flag a whit, he felt the ever-present need to come recede just a little. "What'd you do?" he asked, shifting nervously.

"Just a little something," said George, steering him into the Three Broomsticks.

"To keep you from coming early," said Fred in a wicked little whisper.

Harry turned bright red and was very glad when Fred took over getting them a table. He was less thrilled when George leaned in to whisper, "Or at all."

It was going to be a very long lunch.

They sat at a table off to one side, overlooked by the Hogwarts crowd as much as Harry ever could be and tucked into a corner barely big enough for the three of them.

"Cosy, isn't it?" asked Fred teasingly, hand landing firmly on Harry's thigh as he settled into his chair.

"Very," said Harry impishly, his own hands sneaking to find a thigh each, then teasing upward to cup two lovely, matching packages. "Though I suppose I'll need my hands to eat."

"Eventually," said George, spreading his legs to give Harry better access.

Rosmerta came bustling over, and they all ordered butterbeer and fish and chips, a light, quick meal. "Put it on our room tab," said Fred, and she waved a hand in acknowledgement, already on her way to another table.

Once she was out of earshot, Fred said, "Looking for a little sauce..."

"For your fish and chips?" finished George, as Fred relaxed back in his chair and spread his legs as well, leaving Harry with two handfuls of swelling cock and warm, jeans-covered bollocks.

Harry chuckled and rubbed his palms over their flies, finding it easier if he did to one what he was doing to the other, rather than trying to think about too many different motions at once. "Just warming up my pudding," said Harry, giving them both a bit of a squeeze.

Their butterbeers showed up and Harry's hands made an appearance above the table, first sliding to adjust his own fully-realized erection and then coming casually out as though they hadn't just been molesting the twins. "It's good to see you looking healthy," said Rosmerta with a smile and a wink. "Bit of colour in your cheeks."

"Thank you," said Harry, feeling suddenly shy. "It's weird, being seventeen now, but I think I'm ready for it."

She grinned and winked, obviously happy with this response, and turned away in a swirl of skirts. Harry supposed that, were he inclined that way, he might have admired her retreating form, but he'd finally accepted that his tastes ran more to the narrow shape of male hips than her full, curvy bottom. "I'm really quite gay," he said conversationally, taking a swig from his mug and enjoying the warmth that settled in his stomach.

Fred and George both laughed as they were meant to, and Fred's warm hand settled briefly over Harry's greedy cock, which was shamelessly grateful for the attention. "I'm pretty sure we knew that," said George, ruffling Harry's hair.

"Quite a dirty mind on you, as well," said Fred, giving Harry's cock a little squeeze before letting it go.

"I learned from the best," said Harry with a wink, shifting in his seat. Their food arrived before they could say any more, and they contented themselves with eating quickly and keeping the teasing to a minimum in favour of getting done and upstairs all the faster.

George swallowed the last of his butterbeer and said conversationally, "Snape's given us permission to keep you overnight."

"So long as we escort you back after breakfast," added Fred, eating his last chip with glee.

"And give him a full report," said George with a leer.

Harry wolfed his last few bites of food and gulped the last of his butterbeer. "Let's go get started, then," he said with a grin, pulling his shirt down enough to cover the front of his trousers and hide the state of his prick. "We wouldn't want your report to bore him."

"Yes," said George, standing.

Fred tossed a few coins on the table for a tip and grinned predatorily. "Let's."

They made their way through the crowds, greeting people here and there and begging off any invitations with the excuse that they had a special order trick hat to fit Harry with upstairs, which made Harry wonder just what they did have planned for him until they were on the stairs and out of sight of the crowd. "Am I going to end up wearing a giant lion on my head?" asked Harry, thinking of Luna's Quidditch fashions.

"Who said the hat," said Fred, giving Harry a grope before going to unlock the door.

"Fits on your head?" said George, teasing a finger up the seam of Harry's jeans, then propelling him into the small room with a swat on the arse.

Harry laughed. "That won't be much help when they all ask me what I bought," he said, flinging himself into Fred's arms for a kiss while George closed and locked the door. Harry felt the whisper of magic as George cast privacy spells and wards to keep them safe.

"We'll think of something," said George, moulding himself to Harry's back and joining in the kiss, making it something messier and more sensual between the three of them.

It ran on long enough for Harry's knees and will both to crumple, until he was being held up by their bodies and kissed into that perfect oblivion that he'd missed so very much. Their hands were moving, but Harry didn't pay them any mind, knowing they wouldn't do anything he didn't want and probably a lot of things he did, if only he let them.

He had no intention, today, of stopping them.

He moaned when George's cock slipped into the cleft of his newly-bared arse, arms going up to twine around George's neck so that Fred could slough off his own clothing like a second skin, pressing the his nakedness to Harry's front. "We want something special from you today, Harry," George whispered, kissing down the back of Harry's neck.

"Anything," promised Harry recklessly, trusting them not to go beyond the few limits he'd given them.

"We want you to top one of us," said Fred, pressing a sweet kiss to Harry's mouth and then sliding down to his knees in front of Harry, mouth open and wanting.

Harry closed his eyes and shivered, but he knew this was inevitable, that he learn to control himself enough to control others. He'd known for a while now that Snape, too, craved the chance to submit to his lover, and if Harry couldn't give that to him, then... Well, it wasn't something Harry had wanted to think about, sharing his lover or even losing Snape over his own inadequacies. He pulled himself together breath by breath and opened his eyes, nodding. "You, I take it?" he asked, voice too shaky for the flippancy he was going for.

"I'll be helping you," said George, reaching past Harry to stroke Fred's hair in a gesture so intimate it made Harry's breath catch, so familiar it warmed something in his chest.

"I'll do my best," Harry promised, echoing George's gesture with one of his own, trailing gentle fingers down Fred's cheek. "You're going to suck me, aren't you, pet?" he said, the words coming more naturally with the sure knowledge of how much it turned him on to be told such things.

Fred nodded and took Harry's prick in with a slow, skilful glide of lips and tongue. Harry felt his need rise, and then the spell on him tightened just a little, pushing away orgasm without relieving the pressure in any way. Harry whimpered and forced himself to concentrate, twining his fingers with George's in Fred's hair and gently guiding himself deeper into Fred's throat just the way he enjoyed it, when he was on his knees.

"You love that, don't you?" said George, and for a moment Harry wasn't sure which of them he was talking to, if not both. "You love having our Harry's sweet prick fucking your greedy face."

That answered that question, and Fred moaned and swallowed when he could, then sucked just a little harder, ever the tease even when he was submitting. "I love seeing you like this, on your knees in front of me," said Harry, pushing his hips forward to force Fred to meet his pace, taking away the freedom to tease.

George let out a hum of approval, the one hand helping to guide Fred while the other rubbed Harry's stomach soothingly, supporting and grounding with that one simple gesture. "You're both good boys," said George, asserting his own position in today's game with the simple words. "Should I let you have his come, pet? Would you like that for your sweet?"

Fred hummed and nodded, at least until the sound was cut off by Harry's prick burying itself deep into his throat. George chuckled when Harry moaned as well at his first real taste of topping.

"How long will I top him?" asked Harry, not wanting this to end so soon despite the need singing through his veins, urging him to find some way around the wicked charm and come down Fred's welcoming throat.

George laughed wickedly, breath ghosting hotly over Harry's ear. "As long as you can hold up, I suppose," said George, rocking his hips forward so his cock painted wet patterns against Harry's lower back, inches higher than where Harry wanted that particular part of George's anatomy.

"It'd be... cheating, to fuck him, wouldn't it?" said Harry breathlessly, just wanting to voice it once so they'd all share the image of it, Harry burying his wet cock in Fred's welcoming arse with the spell holding back his release so he couldn't embarrass himself.

George and Fred moaned in unison this time, and George said softly, "As much as we'd love that, yeah, it would be."

"Then I want to come like this, so I'm less tempted," said Harry, cheeks heating as they always did around the twins sooner or later. "Then I can spank him and lick him and still not fuck him."

"I think he likes that," said George, looking down to where Fred's cock was hard and ready between his thighs, showcased by the long line of his body and bouncing in rhythm with the bob of his head on Harry's prick. "I'll fuck him for you, when the time comes," he added, and both Harry and Fred moaned in unison, Harry's tapering into a gasp while Fred's ended on the tip of Harry's cock.

George's fingers stroked over Fred's cheek, leaving the control to Harry as they wandered forward until they were splayed around the base of Harry's cock. Harry felt a rush of heat and his orgasm was suddenly a hundred times closer, not even enough time to stammer out a warning before he was spilling himself into Fred's mouth, hips bucking of their own accord as he painted Fred's tongue with his seed.

Fred pulled away with an impish grin, licking his lips to get the last drops of come. "You're always delicious, but there's something special about being on my knees for you, my master."

Harry whimpered.

"Now you get to be the one giving the spanking," George whispered in Harry's ear, his voice a low tease that kept Harry's cock at full mast despite his release.

Harry grinned at the flash of apprehension that flickered through Fred's eyes, as though knowing he wasn't the only nervous one made it easier to relax. "Don't worry," said Harry wickedly, stroking his thumb over Fred's wet mouth, "I'll be gentle since it's our first time."

George laughed and stepped away, leaving Harry to sway for a moment as he found his balance without that extra support. "Come on, it'll be easiest on the bed," said George, sitting on the low mattress and patting the spot next to him. "I'll make sure his aim is good, pet."

Fred chuckled. "As long as my bollocks are safe, I'm sure to enjoy it," he said, and Harry snickered; they'd accidentally smacked Harry's balls just once during a spanking, and Harry had never let them live it down.

"I promise, unless a loud noise startles me unduly," he teased, bending over to kiss Fred and not so incidentally give George a lovely view of what he couldn't have. "Now be a good boy and I might blow you while George fucks you."

It was Fred's turn to whimper at that. Harry sat and patted his lap, and Fred crawled over with his eyes full of nothing more than lust and affection now, positioning himself over Harry's small lap a little awkwardly, though they settled in well enough. "Twenty, do you think?" Harry asked George; he had no idea how much either of them really got into the whole bottoming thing, having been on the other side exclusively before now.

"Oh, at least," said George, hand running up and down Harry's spine in a motion that was half soothing and half caress. "Let's see how red he is after twenty."

"Count them," said Harry, having done so himself far too often not to want to hear it done for him, now that the shoe was on the other foot. "Ready?"

Fred gave a little wriggle and said, "Oh, yes, master."

"Good," said Harry. George gave Fred's hair an encouraging pat, close enough to Harry that Fred could have sucked him during the spanking, an image which Harry filed away for future reference. Harry brought his hand down and the sound it made was somewhat disappointing, and he made a frustrated noise that nearly drowned out Fred's count.

"Like this," said George, showing Harry how to hold his hand, giving a little swing. "You know where you like to be smacked," he added with a wicked wink.

Harry blushed and nodded, then tried again, this time with a much more satisfying result.

"Oh, two!" said Fred, sounding breathlessly surprised at the sharp smack.

Harry found this encouraging, and he did it again on the other side, feeling both his hand and the flesh below it warm briefly as they came in contact.

Fred gave the count, voice more normal now that he knew what to expect, and George laughed. "By George, I think he's got it," he teased.

Harry and Fred laughed as well, though the sound was cut off when Harry delivered another, harder spanking to the pink cheek he'd started on. They went on like that, Harry working up to harder smacks and George trying to make them both giggle, Fred's cock hard against Harry's thigh and Harry's prick rubbed tantalizingly whenever Fred writhed. Harry grew more and more certain that he liked being in charge, though not as much as he liked being in Fred's position.

They hit twenty and Harry went for ten more, until his arm was tired, his hand sore, and Fred's arse was a lovely pink shading to a hectic red right at the sweet spot on each cheek, where Harry had tried to hit the most. "Good job, love," said George, kissing Harry sweetly and rubbing his cock over Fred's mouth not-so-accidentally.

Harry moaned into the kiss, and when they broke apart he said shyly, "I want to lick Fred, but I think I need to come again first."

It was the twins' turn to moan, and George grinned. "How about if Fred licks you first, while I suck you?"

Harry rather thought his brain might explode, though they'd done it many times before, tonight it seemed far naughtier with Fred at their mercy. "That sounds brilliant," said Harry, giving Fred's arse a last, light swat. "Get up, you're going to lick my arse until I come."

George chuckled wickedly and said, "Wouldn't that be lovely, seeing if you could come just from his tongue up your arse, hmm?"

Harry moaned and nodded, then kissed George quickly and asked, "Would it be giving up too early if we licked each other, you know, like a rimming sixty-nine?"

George kissed him hard. "No, love, I want to see that very much. You'll have to be on the bottom, though, so I can fuck Fred's arse while you suck his cock later, after you've come yourself out."

The familiar melting feeling went through Harry as Fred slid off his lap, and George helped him lay down so there was plenty of room for everything they had planned. "Remember, Harry," said George, just as Fred's reddened arse was positioned where Harry could get to it, "You're still in charge of him, so if he slacks, you can always punish him."

Fred folded Harry practically in half, tucking Harry's knees under his arms so his hands could hold Harry's arse open wide, his own arse was shoved into Harry's face for easy accessibility. Harry had no problem with this, and he brought his hands up to spread Fred open that last little bit, fingers squeezing the sore flesh even as his tongue soothed, painting teasing patterns up and down the crease before spiralling in toward the centre and his real goal.

Fred kissed Harry's opening like a greeting, then dove straight in, licking at Harry's entrance like he was kissing a lover, every motion designed to bring Harry's nerves alive as Fred's tongue mapped every square centimetre before slipping inside, only to do it again and again, going deeper each time. Harry had just enough of his own mind left that didn't let this distract him, instead working a similar magic on Fred's arse, fingers pulling him wide, tugging at the edges of the wrinkled opening so Harry could see the pinkness inside just a little, then lapping at what he could see before diving deeper.

Harry lost himself in a way he never could in this position normally; instead of having to worry about his breathing, opening his throat or keeping up with a partner's thrusts, he just had to lick and lick at all the places his tongue could reach until he got tired, and then keep licking because his own bottom was sending him the message that it was very happy and he needed not to allow that to stop.

"God, you two are so fucking sexy like that," said George, and Harry moaned; he'd nearly forgotten they weren't alone, forgotten everything but the feel of Fred over and in and around him.

Fred's teeth scraped over Harry's sensitive entrance, and that last tiny shock was enough after everything else to send Harry over the edge with a cry, head falling back against the bed as he spilled over his own stomach without any but the most teasing accidental touches to his cock. Fred pulled away and Harry could hear the smugness in his voice and just imagine how his grin must look, terribly satisfied to have once again found a new way to make Harry come undone. "Our Harry's got the tastiest cherry," he said, making Harry writhe, with embarrassment this time, "and we get to taste it again and again, unlike yours or mine, as we disposed of them ages ago."

"He's like a sundae all topped with cream and the perfect cherry," George agreed, sitting on the bed and pressing a wet, tongue-probing kiss to the body part in question. "Are you ready to be fucked, dear brother?"

"Only by you, dear brother," said Fred, giving his arse a little wriggle, "but let's let our little helper get more comfortable." He switched his arms around so they were on the outside of Harry's hips and thighs, and Harry uncurled and lay flat with a little groan.

"I love it while you're doing it," said Harry, giving Fred's hole another little kiss for good measure, "but I always feel empty and sort of squelchy after."

"If you think that's squelchy," said George, slicking his cock and getting into position above Harry and behind Fred.

"Then just wait until you've been filled with Severus' come," said Fred, the last word turning to a long moan as George slid inside.

"I can't wait," said Harry dryly, though it was true that he'd have shoved them both off and spread like a whore if Severus were there, willing and able and allowed to finally have him. Instead he shifted enough so that it was Fred's cock in his face now, capturing the head between his lips and letting motion of their fucking push the shaft into his mouth in short, sharp thrusts.

Harry let go of the last of his control and let himself enjoy the surrender, let himself become nothing more than a vessel for both of their pleasure, Fred's directly and George's through him, each thrust into Harry's mouth not at Fred's urging but his twin's. Time always seemed to stop when Harry was like this, stretching on in an endless line while he was on pause, nothing but pleasure given and received simply by giving, being allowed to offer himself up in this way. It was a year, or a heartbeat, or some time in between later when George said, "Yes," and Fred filled Harry's mouth with his thick come, which Harry drank greedily.

They parted ways and moved off of him, and Harry struggled to breathe air again instead of time or need, to blink himself into awareness on his own, taking himself back just as deliberately as he'd given himself away. "Brilliant," he heard himself say, and a grin found its way to his face as well.

"You really are learning," said George with a chuckle, planting a kiss on Harry's mouth while Fred got up and performed one last service by getting a warm flannel from the loo to wash them all up.

Harry managed to find his limbs enough to get under the covers and cuddle with them both, yawning fit to crack his skull as the tiredness hit him. "I'm learning, but I'll miss the lessons something terrible when they're over, so don't let me learn too fast," he said softly, getting a chuckle from whoever's chest he was pillowed on.

Fred's voice said, "Not too fast, promise," from behind him, so this must be George he'd snuggled up to, which seemed unfair until Fred spooned up close and Harry felt the twins' hands entwine on his hip. That seemed perfectly right, and Harry let the warmth of it carry him to sleep knowing that they'd be here when he woke, and would likely have another lesson in store for him.

A Question of Etiquette XX: The Closing of the Year