Harry Potter and the Forbidden Eroticism: A Tale of Magical Seduction and Desire

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."


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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

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