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.

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