Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Our Little Norrie ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

Harry looked at Ron with wide, frightened eyes. How could Fred and George do this to him? How could they just run off and leave him with Ron.

Oh, god! If Ron ever found out that it's me… well, I'll never be able to look him in the eye again, that's for sure. That wouldn't mean good things for the future of our friendship, if he didn't end it right there and then, Harry thought in a panic, Eyeing up his best friend in a dress, no, no I don't think he would handle that well.

Harry warily watched Ron saunter towards him, nervously twisting his hands in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, Harry's habit of twisting his fingers and biting his lips was enchanting his best friend further and only making his situation worse as Ron leered at him.

Harry thought his friend looked demented and a little scary. He walked toward him with a lazy gait that Harry thought, perhaps might have been meant to look laidback and confident, but only made him look like he was a sleep deprived zombie. His eyes roamed over everything below Harry's neck, making him feel self-conscious and Ron look as if he was in a daze. His mouth twitched into a smirk that only brought up images of Lucius Malfoy when he thought he had out maneuvered his opponent and went in for the kill. It certainly did not look in any way sexy or charming.

“Alone at last, eh?” Ron crooned in that strangely husky voice he had suddenly started using.

“Um…yeah,” Harry said, leaning away from the tall, lanky boy, who had made his way into Harry's personal space and didn't look inclined to leave it.

“My name's Ron. I'm kind of the assistant manager here. Why don't I show you around the place? We'll start out here and make our way back to the… backroom. How's that sound?”

Harry felt a little ill. He knew for a fact that Ron was lying. George had only just told him that Ron was only a part-timer for the summer. There was no way he was going to the backroom with Ron, assistant manager or not.

“Er… I've already had the tour, thanks. If you would tell me what you want me to do, that'd be great,” Harry hedged with a small pleading smile.

Ron's face took on a look that reflected either constipation of disappointment, before suddenly brightening and wrapping his arm around Harry's thin waist.

“Come on over here. There are some things we need to be taken down. All of the decorations for the big Summer Solace sale, that just passed.”

Harry tried not to squirm, as Ron led him over to one of the walls of the store, with his hand curled around his hip. He could not help but think how completely inappropriate Ron was being, even if he wasn't really a girl.

Ron knew better than to behave like this with a girl. Being raised by the formidable Molly Weasley had, in fact, left him with some semblance of respectability when it came to dealing with the opposite sex, not to mention the considerable amount of time he spent daily being screeched at about his manners by Hermione. However, the youngest Weasley boy was finding it hard to remember those hard learned lessons in the face of the beauty standing beside him.

She was enchanting. She was demure and shy. Her cheeks were painted with a pretty blush and her white teeth bit into her plump pink lip as she looked at him from under her long black eyelashes. Stunning! And so totally different than most girls he knew.

His head was wrapped up in a cloud of her alluring scent. It was both heady and strangely familiar, like she had always been there beside him. It had to mean she was made just for him.

He couldn't seem to help himself. He found his hands had a mind of their own and found ways to touch her as he led her to the ladder. She had not needed a tour. He had hoped to show her around and somehow accidentally find themselves locked in a darkened back room together, but that had not panned out. Instead he had thought of a better idea.

He led her to the ladder that was against the wall. Above it, the colorful posters and whimsical decorations that were hung from the high shelves.

“We just need these taken down from the shelves,” he instructed. “Let me know if you need help.”

Ron walked away to the counter to start restocking the small items kept by the register. His attention was quickly stolen from the task, however. He watched glassy eyed and a bit slack jawed as Norrie climbed up the ladder. Her hips swayed deliciously back and forth with each step up, revealing the lacey tops of her black silk stockings that encased her milky white thighs poking out from under the white petticoat.

Once Norrie reached the top of the ladder, or as far as she could go without fear of over turning it, she began to reach above her head for the decorations. She was slightly too short to properly reach them. She squeaked, an adorable sound that went straight to Ron's cock, as she realized her reaching resulted in her dress to rise up revealing an extensive amount of the tops of her thighs. She pressed the front of her skirt down with one hand as she continued to reach up with her other. The action caused the back of her skirt to be raised higher by the layers of her petticoat.

Bloody Hell. Ron's mouth went dry and he pressed his hard cock against the counter that he was leaning behind. His mother would surely thrash him to within an inch of his life if she were to walk in and see him having Norrie do this particular task. As she reached up the succulent curve of the bottom of her arse was revealed from under her skirt. Norrie's arse wiggled and her thighs quivered as they strained to hold her steady on the ladder as she worked on releasing the decorations from the shelf.

Ron was genius to have thought of sending her up there.

Harry could feel his face flame in embarrassment as he went about denuding the top shelves. Ron moved around the front counter, rattling the things up there, pretending to work, but as he never once turned away from him, Harry was very conscious that his best friend was watching him, or more correctly, watching his backside.

Forget about what might happen if Ron ever found out that it was him; Harry didn't think he could ever look his mate in the eye again now.

He endured it, however, not wanting to attract Ron's attention to the fact that he was not some new girl, but in fact, his best mate and very much a male in a dress.

After spending half an hour doing that, Harry escaped outside, deciding that the walkway out front needed to be swept clean. He raced out of the store, broom in hand, and sighed in relief of being away from Ron's lusty gaze, only to draw up short. Across the alley, none other than Draco Malfoy was exiting Flourish and Blott's and caught his eye.

The tall blond stilled before slowly looking him up and down. A haughty smirk slowly spread over his face and Harry hurriedly turned away to begin sweeping, hoping that the Malfoy heir would recognize his reluctance to talk to him. It turned out to be a useless gesture as his sweeping was quickly interrupted by his familiar drawl.

“You must be new around here, because I believe I would remember seeing someone as pretty as you,” he stated.

Harry tensed and turned to face him.

“Um,” he began, biting his bottom lip, “yeah I just started working here.”

“I'm Draco Malfoy,” he announced, lifting his nose in the air and waited as if expecting Harry to immediately start fawning over him after he found out this information.

Harry had to work hard to restrain his eyes from rolling.

“Norrie,” Harry stated flatly. Malfoy didn't seem interested in taking the hint.

“What is someone like you doing working for a Weasley?” Malfoy sneered the name before lowering his voice into a purr and he leaned forward, sliding a hand over his forearm, “How about you ditch this place and come with me. I can show you around and introduce you to people more fitting of your stature. I can tell by the elegance of your stance and your ethereal beauty, that you are more suited to purer and more powerful circles.”

Harry was nearly shaking with the urge to pop Malfoy in the mouth. The prat had only just met him (as far as Malfoy knew) and he was spouting his nonsense. The taller boy assumed that because he was beautiful ( and the thought that Malfoy thought he was beautiful was horrifying in the extreem), he must be a moneyed pureblood. Just as he felt he was losing the battle with himself to start swinging at the arrogant ponce, Ron rushed out of the store.

“What are you doing harassing our employees, Malfoy?” the red head growled.

“I can speak to whomever I wish, Weasel, so walk on back into that store for dimwitted and low class children by your own power before I make you.” Malfoy threatened not bothering to turn away from Harry's now flushed face. The two were sure to make a scene and therefore attract attention.

“Get away from here, before I hex you!” Ron moved forward in a threatening manner.

“I dare you to try!” Malfoy finally turned away from Harry to step toe to toe with Ron.

Harry backed away from the scene hoping to disappear while they were distracted only to bump into something behind him. Said something quickly wrapped its arms around his waist and lowered its mouth to breath in his ear.

“Have you been causing problems, little lamb?” Fred murmured against his ear, before nibbling on the lobe.

“N-No,” Harry breathed, instantly feeling heat build.

“I know how we can solve this fight,” Fred proclaimed, before turning Harry in his arms and kissing him.

Fire spread through Harry's veins as he melted against the taller red-head. He sighed in pleasure as those lips melded against his and coaxed them open to admit his tongue. Harry held on to Fred's shirt and rose on his toes for better access. Fred's hands smoothed over him as they lowered to the small of his back. One continued its downward journey to cup his arse. He gave a low moan, unmindful of their audience, when the hand squeezed his cheek and he could feel the tips of the fingers that had found their way just under his skirt and brushed over his skin.

At the sound of the moan, the argument behind them silenced. The two boys turned to discover their prey had been caught by Fred, while they had been distracted. Malfoy huffed indignantly and strode away without another word, disgusted that a girl of such potential was wasted on one of those red-headed embarrassments to wizard kind. Ron stood and stared at the couple, his face flushing violently, before he tore back into the store.

Fred laughed at his brother and Malfoy as he kissed Harry one last time and led him back inside by the hand. Harry blushed and fiddled with his long hair in embarrassment as he realized he had just made out with Ron's brother right in front of him… while in a dress… on the street… in broad daylight. Oh my…

Fred hurried them both to the back room. Once inside he quickly closed the door and spelled it locked and followed it up with a silencing ward. Harry looked at him wide eyed, wondering why he had done that.

“Oh dear brother!” Fred called out, looking behind Harry. Harry spun around, not having realized George was in the room. “It seems our new employee here has been causing problems. You know I caught Ronnikins and Malfoy fighting over our little Norrie.”

Harry stared between the two of them with wide, incredulous eyes. George tisked and shook his head in mock disappointment as he approached the two.

“Norrie I'm disappointed in you. Have you been enticing the boys with that tight little arse of yours? I gave you a thorough fucking just this morning. Was that not enough for you?”

“George, I-“

“Mr. Weasley. You will refer to us as Mr. Weasley, Norrie,” George demanded, putting special emphasis on their names.

Harry looked at them in confusion. Then his face cleared in realization, before flushing in excited embarrassment.

“That's right, Norrie,” Fred stated with the most serious face he could muster, “It seems we need to punish you for such wanton behavior.”

“Punish me, Mr. Weasley?” Harry played along, looking at the brothers shyly through his lashes, his hands unconsciously sliding down the front of his skirt.

The twins grinned.

“Oh, yes, little Norrie. I think a spanking is in order!”

Harry's heart pounded in his chest. He had no idea why the thought of the twins spanking him turned his knees into jelly, but the blush across his cheeks was one of pure anticipation now.

Fred closed in on him and pressed into Harry's back. He slid his large hands under Harry's skirt to caress his thighs.

“We need to redden this little arse,” he said as he pushed Harry forward, “Bend over, Miss Norrie.”

Harry lent on the counter, sticking his arse out. He shivered in nervous anticipation, feeling the air on his flesh and knowing that his skirt was riding up and revealing the bottom curve of his arse.

George hummed in appreciation as he took in the sight. The pale globes were begging to be touched and the twins did not hesitate to do so. Their hands slipped over the smooth flesh, lifting the polka dotted skirt of his dress to reveal silk black panties that didn't cover half of his pert mounds. Harry mewed as they squeezed and caressed him before slipping the soft material down his thighs. One of the hands slid down to his inner thighs where it lightly patted, encouraging his to spread his legs wider for them.

“You're our little slut aren't you, Norrie?”

Harry moaned in answer, the dirty language causing a tingle to race up his spine. He felt exposed and perfectly displayed for them. His cock hardened within the gauzy confines of his petticoat at the feel of those beloved hands on him.

“Now Norrie, after each spanking you will say `I've been a bad little slut'. Is that clear?” Fred ordered, squeezing his now sensitive flesh.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Weasley,” Harry answered breathlessly.

The first strike came down with a loud crack. Harry moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. It had really hurt but he jutted out further for more.

“I've been a bad little slut, Mr. Weasley.”

The next smack came from the other side and he wriggled as he repeated what he was supposed to say. He gasped and panted as they continued their assault, his legs trembled as the pain and the pleasure grew with each swat.

“I've been a bad little slut!” he cried out after the last slap.

“Very good Norrie,” George purred as he smoothed his hands over the burning red flesh. Harry moaned loudly when he squeezed the tortured globes.

“Oh, my, what have we here?” Fred wondered dramatically as his hand slid under Harry to grasp at his leaking member.

“Norrie! You little whore! Have you been getting off on your punishment?” George cried.

“Ohhh!” Harry moaned, finally getting some contact to his cock and barely able to form words anymore, “Mr…Mr. Weasley. I'm s-sorry, sir.”

“Would you look at this Fred? His little hole is twitching. So beautiful. It seems like it wants to be filled, too. Insatiable little minx, aren't you Norrie?” George ran his fingers down Harry's cleft, eliciting breathless mewling from Harry.

“Is that what you need, you greedy little thing?” Fred demanded and squeezed Harry's cock while rubbing his own clothed hard on against his hip.

“Oh, yes Mr. Weasley,” Harry whined.

George wasted little time in plunging a finger in his twitching entrance, drinking in Harry's moan of appreciation at the sudden action.

“Look at his greedy little hole suck my fingers in, Fred,” he said in awe.

Fred immediately dropped to his knees and grabbed a hold on his redden cheeks and spread him open, watching his brother finger fuck their Harry. Harry's hips danced back and forth, rocking back for more as George added fingers.

“Oh, Merlin!” Harry cried as Fred leaned forward and bit at his sore flesh the same time George's fingers found his prostate. He licked at Harry's hole, lubricating his brother's fingers as they continued to move inside of him.

“You like that little lamb?” George murmured the question as he bent over and kissed the small of Harry's back.

“Inside!” Harry panted, “I need…I need you inside… of me!”

Both of the twins hurriedly undid their trousers and released their hot purpling cocks. Fred stayed on the ground, stroking himself as he continued to lick and nip at Harry's skin.

“Yes!” Harry moaned as he felt George's blunt head at his entrance. His breath hitched as George surged into him and immediately began to pound him into the counter top, hard and fast.

“Ngn! Oh! George!” He cried.

Fred sucked the skin of Harry's hips, running his hands up and down the inside of Harry's thighs. Finally he lunged forward and engulfed Harry's cock into the wet heat of his mouth. Harry shrieked as he instantly came in his mouth. The taste of Harry filled his mouth and Fred followed Harry and came hard in his furiously stroking hand. Behind them, George continued pounding into Harry. He yanked Harry back against his chest by his long black tresses and smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss as his thrust one last time deep into Harry and flooded his insides.

They continued to kiss as they both collapsed to the floor. Fred joined them, embracing them and sneaking his tongue into Harry's mouth alongside his brother's.

Despite the fact that they had yet to do any work in their shop, the twins decided it had been quite the productive day.

A/N: Haha! Ron's such a perve! As of now, I have no idea what to write next. Any ideas?