Fic: Peppermint Hair Potions and Dreadlocked Love (George/Lee, R) for madeyemax Author:knic26 Recipient:madeyemax Title: Peppermint Hair Potions and Dreadlocked Love Rating: R Pairing(s): George/Lee Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older. Summary: George has always been obsessed with hair. Warnings: M/M sex, Hair Obsession, Masturbation, First time Word Count: 2028 Author's Notes: Max, you asked for Dreadlock maintenance. I hope this works for you. Beta-ed by K and J.
George always noticed hair. Though everyone in the family had red hair in some shade, he couldn’t help but see the difference between Bill’s deep dark auburn tresses, which flowed around his face and shoulders like water, versus Charlie’s lighter strawberry blond highlights among his more copper colored strands. Charlie always kept a fairly short haircut, even before he started working with dragons, mostly because his hair was so thick and curled so tightly that if it was allowed to go too long, he wouldn’t have gotten a comb or brush through it. Percy and Ron had a wavy thing that George and Fred couldn’t have achieved with the best potions and spells. The twins always had bone straight hair. George never wanted to change what they had, but he did see good and bad things about each.
As a small child, George would often climb up into the lap of Molly or Arthur and play with their hair. Usually it was Molly because her hair was longer and thicker. His Dad’s hair had started thinning by the time George was five and it wasn’t quite as much fun. Bill often let George play with his hair as a part of the brotherly bonding process. Well, that and if he knew where George was, he knew that he and Fred weren’t up to anything crazy. The family only really worried if the two of them were together. The introduction of a little girl in the family was the most fun for George. Everyone treated baby Ginny like a doll. George took that interest a little farther and made sure that Gin’s hair was always gorgeous. When she was old enough, she would always ask him to braid it for her. He never refused.
When George got to Hogwarts, he and Fred immediately became friends with Lee Jordan. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone with dreadlocks. From the beginning, he was captivated. Lee occasionally had to do some basic maintenance on his dreads. George, of course, loved to look at his hair and noticed differences in colors and textures, so he was constantly asking questions and trying to learn anything Lee could tell him. Lee took all the questions in good humor. After all, not many British wizards were able to note the similarities as well as celebrate the differences in people. Especially with a matter as simple, yet complex as hair. He often figured that was why wizards had such a hard time getting on with muggles in general.
George never got over his hair fetish. If anyone took the time to notice, even the pranks that he came up with usually did something to a person’s hair. He had pranks to make hair become oily and black like Snape’s (this horrified Lavender Brown so much that she hid in her dorm for hours after the effect wore off), grow it out to a brownish grey sever bun like McGonagall’s (which was the source of laughter for days when she walked into the common room to see Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean with her signature hairstyle), or make a person’s hair dread like Lee’s. The last one was only tested once and in the privacy of his own dorm. The hair charm for Lee's dreads was slightly more complicated than George had expected. Not because it was any harder to do or more complex to work out. It was because George's obsession with Lee's hair was not limited to what was going on above the neck. George wanted to feel the curled hairs of Lee's chest and the wiry hairs he saw peaking above the waistband of his pants. When George performed the dreadlock charm on himself, he was able to feel the texture of Lee's locks. They weren't nearly as course as he thought they would be. As a matter of fact, they felt like the softest wool. George didn't quite understand why touching what was essentially his own hair would create such a stirring in his groin. Maybe it was because it wasn't his own. It was Lee's, the boy that he had thought about since he was eleven years old. The boy that changed peppermint from just a tea to drink when his throat hurt or he needed to sleep to the scent that would forever be linked to Lee's Hair. The charm was tweaked to completely duplicate that scent along with the hairstyle. A quick peak down his body showed the full genius of the charm. His entire body was covered curly black hairs, in the same pattern as Lee's. He quickly closed his bed curtains to indulge in some private time. The scent of peppermint enveloped his senses as he trailed his hands down his body. He imagined Lee was above him, playing his body like a well tuned, or at least tightly strung, musical instrument. Fingers first brushed a nipple, then pinched and tugged. Breath caught as the sensations caused his prick to twitch and jump, but it wasn't quite time for that yet. George had always imagined Lee would be a tease. Light strokes feathered across his belly, his navel, his inner thighs, getting closer and closer, but never reaching their target. George stopped. He was quite aroused by this point but didn't want it to end too quickly. He sat up to locate the tub of lube he and Fred brewed. Just because most of their current business was joke products did not meant that they couldn't plan for a future adult line. George lay back once more to lose himself in the fantasy. Newly oiled fingers tracked along nipples and grasping hands ran along a rock hard cock. In George's mind's eye, he saw Lee wrapping a large brown hand around his penis, just to squeeze lightly, not yet stroking. George equally loved and hated the teasing, but was starting to feel desperate for his release. Light strokes became more vigorous. An idle hand fondled lightly furred balls. The scent of peppermint filled his nostrils and George lost control completely. That particular prank never made it to the order form for public consumption.
After sixth year, Fred and George had the opportunity to spend a week at Lee Jordan’s home in London. George loved hearing the family’s stories from Jamaica, eating traditional island foods (he gained an unhealthy love for Jerk Chicken and anything seasoned with scotch bonnet peppers), and hearing Lee’s mum Rhema talk about the hair salon where she started and maintained dreadlocks for many of London’s finest. She used her own traditional potions on all her customers and had her own line of muggle products with a slight island wizarding touch. Though Rhema never needed to work, her love for the artistry of hair and her savvy business sense kept her salon going. George definitely understood her point of view. The twins quickly realized that between her cooking and potions, and his scores in potions, Lee was definitely the person they wanted in on their shop.
George never lost his fascination with hair, Lee’s hair in particular. Fred knew of his brother’s slight obsession, but never mentioned it. After they had all left Hogwarts, Lee often consulted on various potions to help create new pranks for the shop. Sometimes those consultations lead to later nights of a less business-like nature.
Once, after a long night of clubbing and drinking when Lee and the twins got back to the apartment over Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, Fred went to bed leaving George and Lee to drink and talk. They talked about George’s fascination, and Lee’s patience. They talked about the problems in the wizarding world and the need for tolerance and understanding. They talked about the way George’s hair had more blond highlights than Fred’s and how Lee’s roots were growing in and it was about time to use his mum’s potions. They talked about the fact George had always been attracted to Lee, but never knew where he stood on the gay/straight continuum. Lee was a little surprised by that because he thought he broadcasted the fact that he was queer as a broom maker’s twig quite well. Apparently he had not.
That was the first night George had run his hands through Lee’s dreadlocks. Over the years, he had always wanted to touch them when Lee could actually feel his touch. He loved that they always smelled like the special peppermint shampoo his mum made. He just never had the courage to actually touch before that night. The first simple touch of hair led to touches on his neck, his face…touches from fingers were followed by kisses on lips and finally their first full on snog session there on the couch. The snogging quickly progressed to neither of them wearing clothes. Lee, being the more experienced partner, wanted to ease George into the activities that two wizards could get up to together. He continued to kiss George’s lips and moved down to his neck. Lee didn’t quite know how sensitive George’s nipples were until the barest of scrapes with teeth garnered a harsh gasp. Lee was emboldened by the vocal and positive responses. It turned out George was right on one front; Lee was a huge tease. Each new sensitive discovery raised George’s awareness and arousal to new heights. When Lee finally did take his prick into his mouth the first time, George saw stars. Long licks were interspersed with harsh sucks and a devilish tongue was George’s undoing. Not wanting to be a bad host, but not knowing exactly how these things go, George took Lee’s penis into his hand. He was glad, but somewhat disturbed to realize that those stereotypes and rumors, at least in Lee’s case, were true. George was enthusiastic in his first hand job on another person. He rubbed, squeezed, and teased Lee the same way that he liked to be touched. Lee was able to guide him in some more interesting directions too. At Lee’s urging, George pushed a single finger into Lee’s arse and not long after, a very visual and sticky offering was the reward of hard work. Their first night together ended in a drunken heap on the couch. Fred found them together the next morning, gave them pepper-up, an amused look and went down to work on prototypes in the shop.
The relationship between George and Lee was great. They always worked well together on pranks and ideas for WWW, so they just added another layer to their friendship and working relationship. There weren’t any problems until the final battle. Fred was there one day, but the next day he was gone. Lee did all he could to help George through the tough times. He was a confidant when George needed to let out his emotions. He was quiet when George needed to talk. He was talkative when George couldn’t speak. All in all, Lee was George’s rock. Lee helped put George back together, though the thing that helped the most was completely unexpected.
George still had the obsession with Lee’s hair, and often ran his fingers through it while lost in his own thoughts. He said that the soothing peppermint helped to calm his racing thoughts. As a show of complete faith and love, Lee had an idea that would help solidify his devotion to George and give one last thing to his other best friend. Lee accompanied George into the bedroom they had shared for months, laid him onto the bed and proceeded to worship his body completely. Kisses, licks, bites, and sucks all were used to show George that he was not alone in the world after the loss of his twin. Slow lovemaking was not usually Lee’s strong point, but that night, as he entered George, measured, calculated strokes and softly murmured words were needed and delivered. Afterwards, Lee allowed George to cut one of his locks from an inconspicuous place on his head. It was during the funeral that he laid it into the casket so that it could help Fred find calm in the next life. In that moment, George realized exactly how much Lee loved and understood him.