Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 19:34:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Mehoff <sammylovvercb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Polyjuice Potion: Part 1

The usual disclaimers apply. Harry Potter and all Characters are property
of J. K. Rowling. This story takes place in Harry Potter's fifth year at
Hogwarts

Part 1

Harry Potter awoke late one night in a strange bed. His surroundings looked
different than the usual four-poster bed and decorations of the boys
dormitory at Hogwarts. It took him a minute to remember that he was in his
and Ron's room at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order
of the Phoenix. He had been here for several days since the Christmas
Holidays had started. Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at
his watch -- 3:00 a.m.

"ugh." said Harry as he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. He laid
there for a while but it was no use so he decided to head down to the
kitchen to get a drink of milk. Harry quietly got out of bed, opened the
door and started walking downstairs. As he was passing the bedroom door on
the next landing, the one belonging to Fred and George, he heard a funny
sound. It was almost like a painful moaning sound. After the incident with
Mr. Weasley, just days before, Harry was on high alert. Afraid that someone
might be hurt he stopped and put his ear up to the door.

Harry could hear a slight slapping sound. `fap,.. fap,.. fap,.. fap..' and
there it was again, the moaning that he had heard before. Harry was on the
verge of opening the door to make sure everything was ok when he heard a
voice "Quiet Fred ...if you don't shut up you will get us caught." It was
then answered by another voice, Fred this time, speaking as though he was
in the middle of running a marathon "I ... can't ... help
... it... it's... so ... big ..." Harry couldn't imagine what George could
be doing to Fred to make him make those sounds but what he did know is that
his pajama pants now seem to be a bit tighter than they were a few minutes
ago as manhood started to grow.

Harry, who's sexual experience extended only to his hand and a good lube
spell, didn't have the slightest idea what was going on behind those doors
but he knew it was making him hard. His teenage hormones and natural
curiosity were burning to find out what was going on inside that
bedroom. For now, however, all thoughts of a drink and going back to bed
had been driven out of his mind. Harry ducked into the bathroom across the
landing and locked the door.

Harry pulled down his pants and sat down on the toilet. He had been going
through puberty over the last couple years and had been please with how his
cock had grown. As he looked down at it, rock hard, he admired the nice
patch of black hair that had sprouted at the base. He noticed the light fuz
that had started to cover his balls, which never hung real low but now were
pulled right up against the base of his cock. His followed the length of
his shaft up to the large purplish cut head. Last time Harry had measured
it had been 6 inches long. He wasted no more time. He wrapped his hand
around it and started sliding up and down.

Normally as Harry jacked off he thought about Cho Chang, the girl he had
fancied for several years now. He would picture her naked and try to
imagine what it would be like to fuck her. But as he sat there pumping his
meat the images of Cho kept changing to Fred and George. Harry had never
thought about another guy like that before. He tried to push the images out
of his head but it was no use. Harry thought he knew why. Ever since his
kiss with Cho right before Christmas he had been confused. When their lips
met in the Room of Requirement he had felt ... nothing. There had been no
emotion or connection. They had kissed for several minutes but Harry came
away from the exchange wondering why he had not enjoyed it at all. Now,
with that in mind, added to the strange and somewhat pleasurable sounds he
had heard from the twin's room it was no wonder he was imaging them instead
of Cho.

He made up his mind not to try and force the image of the twins out of his
head and instead picked up the pace in his wanking. He remembered a time,
after Quiditch practice when the twins had been chasing each other around
the locker room without their shirts on. He remembered their rock-hard
stomachs and bulging muscley arms. Being a Beater wasn't easy and several
years of it had developed the twin's upper bodies into peak shape. As he
pictured George tackling Fred to the ground and the two of the wrestling,
their sweaty bodies rubbing on each other, the pressure suddenly got to be
too much and his cock head exploded, shooting strings of thick cum all over
his chest and face. Some of it even landed on his lips and Harry, without
thinking, stuck out his tongue and licked it up. It tasted salty but was
strangely tasty. He used his finger to scoop up the cum from his chest and
licked it off his fingers.

After he was completely cleaned up Harry went back up to bed, the drink he
was going to get forgotten. As he lay down he thought about ways to figure
out what the twins were up to. He had almost drifted back off to sleep when
he remembered the flask of Polyjuice potion he had taken from the imposter
Mad-Eye Moody's office last year after he had been exposed. At the time he
thought it might come in handy for fighting the Dark Arts but now he was
dreaming of an entirely different use ...