The Three Broomsticks

You step through the door of The Three Broomsticks and are immediately surrounded by people. Even taking into account the influx of people from Hogwarts, the pub is packed. You push your way through the crowd to the counter and order yourself a Butterbeer. Armed with your drink, you look around to find a space to drink it.

Your eyes are drawn towards an alcove set in the corner on the opposite side of the room. It’s occupied, but you recognise the people sitting around the small table – your roommates, Dean and Seamus. The pair notice you and wave you over. You manage to reach without spilling your Butterbeer and slide into the bench beside Dean. Dean moves up and snuggles closer to Seamus, who wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“Check out what we got”, Seamus says, pulling a bag of red powder from his bag.

You stare at it for a moment, then shake your head.

“No idea”, you reply. “Powdered dragon’s blood?”

Seamus leans forward to whisper conspiratorially to you.

“Flight powder!” he says eagerly.

When you don’t show signs of recognition, Dean takes over.

“Just a sprinkle of this in your drink will make you hover”, he explains. “Do you want to try some?”

You consider your options and nod.

“You know I’m always up for anything”, you say.

Seamus opens the packet carefully. He takes a pinch of the powder and drops it into your Butterbeer. You stir it in with a finger until the drink turns pink, then take a sip.

“Ooh! Strawberry!” you exclaim.

Dean and Seamus chuckle. You drink the rest of the Butterbeer and wait for the effects to kick in. Nothing happens.

“What should I be looking out for?” you ask.

“You should feel some gas bubbling in your guts”, Dean says with a giggle. “That’s just the preparation for the main event.”

You look at Dean with a horrified expression.

“I’m going to fart myself into the air?” you protest.

Dean giggles again and Seamus grins at you.

“Yep”, Seamus says. “I can’t wait to see it!”

You swear at them. At the same time, you feel something begin to curl inside you. You let out a low groan as you feel the sensation make its way down your abdomen. Dean and Seamus look at you expectantly, but nothing else happens. You realise that rather than focusing on your ass, the feeling is making its way to your cock. You blush and glance at Dean and Seamus.

“Um”, you begin awkwardly, “I think it’s going to the other side.”

“You’re going to burp?” You shake your head. “Your… cock?”

The look on Dean and Seamus’ faces would be funny when you nod your assent, except that you’re getting a raging hardon in the middle of a packed pub. Seamus rummages in his bag and pulls out another packet, with a powder that’s a slightly different shade of red. Dean’s stare flicks between you and Seamus.

“You gave him the other powder?” he asks.

“It wasn’t on purpose”, Seamus replies defensively. “They look the same.”

“There’s a clear label!” Dean says, pointing to a white sticker on each bag.

The bag Seamus has just put onto the table has a label that reads, Flight Powder, in cursive handwriting. The other bag has a similar label with different words.

“Endurance Powder”, you read. “What does that do?”

Dean and Seamus exchange a look.

“We got it from the back section of Zonko’s”, Seamus finally says.

“You know, the one with the more risque productions”, Dean adds with a blush.

There’s another pause while you wait for them to elaborate. By now, your cock is fully hard and throbbing. You reach down to readjust yourself. Dean and Seamus’ eyes follow your movement.

“It’s, er, meant to make you last longer in bed”, Seamus finally blurts out. “Dean and I got some for… well, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Is there a counterspell?” you ask.

“No…” Seamus says slowly.

“But?” you prompt.

“But it goes away when you cum”, Dean fills in.

You shift in your seat.

“Well, I should get somewhere private”, you say with a blush.

“Wait”, Dean says, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I have a better idea.”

He smirks at you, then turns to look at Seamus. An unspoken conversation passes between them, then Seamus smiles back. Before you can ask them to explain themselves, Seamus slides out of his chair and beneath the table. You yelp when you feel him push your legs apart and unbutton your pants. You turn to Dean, but he presses a finger to your lips and glances beyond you. You follow his gaze and remember where you are.

Seamus pulls your cock out of your pants and holds it in his hand. It seems to throb even more in his grasp. You can just see Seamus under the table and recognise the desire in his eyes. He glances up at you and, after a brief hesitation, you nod. Seamus grins up at you then dives onto your cock.

You have to stifle a moan as Seamus’ warm mouth covers your member. You lower your head down onto the table and hold it there while your cock is sucked. Seamus is clearly an expert cocksucker, as he doesn’t have any trouble taking it down his throat. You can hear the quiet noises he’s making beneath the table and hope that no one else can hear them. Luckily, the alcove you’re sitting in is out of the way enough that you doubt anyone will notice what you’re doing.

Unfortunately, Seamus’ work has the opposite effect on your libido from what you hoped. Considering how horny you’ve become, you expected that you would cum quickly. While you feel your arousal grow, you don’t feel like you’re any closer to orgasm. In fact, the horniness you’re feeling seems to be spreading throughout your body rather than concentrating on your cock. You let out a pitiful moan.

“What is it?” Dean asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You sit upright and stare at your friend.

“The feeling isn’t going away, it’s only growing!” you say.

Dean grins at you.

“Tell me what you’re feeling”, he orders.

“The main feeling is in my cock”, you groan, “and Seamus is doing a good job at keeping that in check. But it’s moving around my body. At the moment, it’s in my nipples.”

Dean slides a hand under your shirt and presses his fingers against the nubs on your chest. He gives them a gentle squeeze and you can’t help but moan. Involuntarily, you thrust your hips forward and you hear Seamus gag beneath you.

“What else?” Dean asks softly.

“My ass…”, you reply breathlessly. “I need—”

You don’t have time to finish that sentence before Dean’s fingers move down to your ass and press at your hole. It opens at his touch, as if eager to be filled. Dean’s fingers push inside of you and you let out a low groan.

“How’s that?” Dean asks, his mouth near your ear. “Does that help your itching or do you need more?”

“More!” you breathe.

Dean lifts you onto his lap. Somehow, he’s pulled out his cock and now it’s knocking at your back entrance. He pushes you forward so that you’re leaning over the table and slides into you. You let out a low moan as your ass is filled. Now, you feel like you’re nearly ready to cum.

As Dean begins to fuck you and Seamus continues to suck your cock, you stare sightlessly into the room at large. At the moment, no one is looking your way, but if they do, it probably won’t take them long to work out what’s going on. Your eyes flutter shut as Dean’s cock punches your prostate and you let out another moan. You feel your cock throb in Seamus’ mouth.

When your eyes open, you see that someone has noticed you. Theodore Nott’s gaze catches yours. There’s a moment of incomprehension; then you notice Nott’s eyes widen as he guesses what’s happening. A smile flicks across his lips and he takes a sip of his Butterbeer, but he doesn’t look away.

You can’t tear your gaze from Nott either. Even when you feel Seamus moan beneath you as he strokes himself to orgasm and you hear Dean breath heavily into your ear as his arousal grows, you keep your eyes locked on the Slytherin. Nott licks his lips suggestively and winks at you.

For some reason, that’s enough to push you over the edge. You let out a loud groan that luckily is lost in the crowd as you cum in Seamus’ mouth. Your ass tightens around Dean’s cock, milking his member. Dean thrusts into you one last time and cums inside you.

There’s a bit of movement as Dean pulls you off his cock and pushes you off your lap. Seamus climbs up from under the table and resumes sitting beside Dean. When you look back up, Nott has vanished, though you suspect you’ll encounter him sooner rather than later.

“So, how do you feel now?” Dean asks.

You refocus your attention on your friends.

“That was great”, you reply. “But I’d prefer if you didn’t spike my drink with your sex aids next time.”

Dean and Seamus look embarrassed.

“It was a mistake”, Seamus apologises. “But if you want to try it again, just let me know.”

He winks at you and you blush. But now you know who you can go to if you want to relieve yourself.