Of course it was Neville who figured it out; Neville who suddenly became an exhibitionist the year they all turned sixteen, Neville who gave Harry his first blow job while being buggered by Ron, Neville the shy, stuttering klutz who could come up with the most bizarre things to try out in bed…. Of course, it wasn't his fault this time. This time the blame for the bizzareness could be put on Fred and George, and their newest Snackbox line.

"Funny — there's no label on this one." Harry held out a plain white box for their inspection. He shook a couple pieces of candy onto his palm, and asked, "What d'you suppose they do?" Ron shook his head and Neville just shrugged. He was lying across the bed with his head pillowed against Ron's chest. None of them were dressed, but since it was the holidays, and they were the only Gryffindors still in the school, none of them were worried about being caught.

Harry popped one of the candies into his mouth, and Ron started to giggle almost immediately. Harry's face was scrunched up tight, like he'd just sucked on a particularly sour lemon.

"Oy, Harry. Haven't I taught you anything? Never, ever eat something Fred and George have touched unless you know what it's going to do."

When Harry was able to speak again, he said, "I don't think it's done anything. I mean, I'm not blue or anything like that, and I don't feel sick or…." Harry looked down into his lap as he trailed off. His dick, which had been limp, was hard again. "Unless the point of this one is an instant hard-on."

Neville perked up at the mention of Harry's dick; he'd been nearly asleep, but now he was focused on Harry's lap, and licking his lips. He looked up at Ron, and twitched his head in Harry's direction. Ron seemed to get the message, and as soon as Neville rolled off, the two of them crawled up the bed toward Harry.

Harry reached for Ron, pulling him in for a kiss as Neville began to nuzzle against the side of Harry's already aching dick. Harry tangled his fingers in the soft length of Ron's hair, and kissed him deeply, while Neville continued to tease. When Neville swallowed him to the root without any warning, Harry's fingers clenched in Ron's hair, pulling him closer.

Ron gently disengaged Harry's fingers, and pulled away from the kiss. Harry whimpered and tried to follow, but Ron shushed him and crawled around to sit behind him. Now Harry was seated in the vee of Ron's legs, and Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's chest, pulling him back to rest against his shoulder. He dipped his head to mouth at the juncture of shoulder and neck, watching as Neville continued to deep-throat Harry.

Harry was moaning now, nearly begging Neville to finish it, bucking up as much as their postions and Neville's hands on his hips would allow. Ron rubbed his thumb across Harry's left nipple, stroking down over Harry's chest and stomach with his other hand before brushing the hair off Neville's forehead.

Neville grinned up at him for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to Harry's dick. It didn't seem possible for him to get any more of Harry into his mouth, but he changed the angle of his head, and Ron was amazed to see all of Harry disappear between Neville's red, red lips. After a few seconds, he pulled back, only to do it again. Ron's fingers clenched in Neville's hair, and he pulled back and sucked Harry in one more time and then Harry was coming, and Neville was swallowing and humming as Harry was shouting and Ron thought he could come from just watching.

Neville sucked on Harry until he was limp again before he crawled up to straddle Harry's outstretched legs. He leaned in to kiss Ron, a sloppy kiss with tangled tongues and the shared taste of spunk. Harry moaned again, weakly, as they finally parted.

Ron arched against Harry and murmured, "Mmm. You taste of strawberries, Nev."

"s not me. It's Harry."

"What d'you mean, it's me?"

As Neville had bent to kiss along Harry's collarbone, his voice was muffled when he answered. "I think we know what the mystery candies do…unless of course you learned a new trick and didn't share with us?" Neville backed off a bit as he teased Harry; he laughed a bit when both Harry and Ron arched toward him.

"I suppose there's only one way to find out, eh?" Neville leaned over and shook a candy out of the box. Popping it into his mouth, he continued, "Now then, who wants to see what I taste like?"