Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Betrayal
Chapter Number/Total: 10/41
Chapter Title: Betrayal
Words: 2758 Words
Draco hadn’t really considered the idea that Theo wouldn’t show. Yet, as he waited, he did begin to worry. He got up and paced the tight space of the storeroom. It seemed a long time before the door finally opened and his old lover was standing there.
“Draco?” Theo asked, looking into the gloom.
“Here, Theo,” Draco answered, walking to him. He reached a hand out and cupped the back of the other man’s head, bringing his mouth down on Theo’s.
Theo gasped at the kiss, mouth opening as he did. Draco wasted no time, thrusting his tongue inside and pressing himself against Theo’s body. Theo’s hands fluttered, as if he was unsure what to do, but then he wrapped his arms around Draco, hands sliding over his back. Draco walked backwards, pulling Theo with him toward the sofa without breaking their kiss.
Theo did break the kiss to gasp and whisper, “Draco. I'm not complaining, but didn’t you say...?”
Draco didn’t let him finish, closing his mouth over Theo’s again and grabbing the man’s hair to control the kiss. He felt Theo surrender then and kissed him so hard it might have hurt. Drawing his wand, Draco cast the Disrobe Spell on himself and then on Theo.
Theo shivered and pulled back again. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Draco agreed, hands running over Theo’s flesh now, his mouth closing on the man’s throat, nipping and sucking. He pushed Theo down and back on the sofa, one knee between the other man’s legs, pressing his erection against Theo’s thigh. “You are so hard for me, aren’t you?” Draco asked when he felt the other man’s arousal against his own thigh.
“Yes, you,” Theo answered, thrusting up against Draco’s body.
“Should I fuck you, Theo?” Draco asked. They had touched and sucked each other before, but never that.
“Yes,” Theo groaned, one hand grasping at Draco’s hair, the other sliding over the flesh of Draco’s arse.
“Spread your legs,” Draco told him, and the other man complied quickly, one leg on the floor and the other bent and braced against the back of the sofa.
Draco cast the Lubrication Spell, reaching slick fingers down to find Theo’s opening. He pressed one inside, feeling the man’s body tighten.
“Draco, yes,” Theo gasped, lifting his hips.
Draco had never been inside any man besides Harry and he shivered now. He wanted Theo; he could feel that. Harry wouldn’t want him to do this. Something about it was bothering him. He paused, trying to clear his head, but beneath him, Theo moaned. Draco felt a surge of desire again and positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing into the other man.
***
Harry was panting as he moved quickly from cold stone corridor to cold stone corridor, Ron and Hermione still following. They'd both called for him to wait, but had seemed to have given up on that. Harry continued to run and then paused very quickly. He could see someone up ahead and began down the dark hallway, unable to tell who it was.
When Harry approached the figure in the hall, he saw that it was Pansy Parkinson and frowned confusedly. And then he heard the moans. He went completely still for about a second, and then walked quickly past Pansy to the door that she had been looking into. And then he went completely still again. Draco was entirely naked and on top of Theo Nott.
He was fucking him. Harry's husband was fucking another man. Harry knew he had taken a potion, but he wasn't prepared for the ache that seemed to rip through him. "Draco," he gasped, hardly able to get the word out.
***
Draco pushed slowly inside Theo's body, both of them moaning as he did. Theo was clutching his shoulders, eyes rolling back into his head. The man's body clenched around Draco's cock and he shuddered. "Theo," the blond gasped, pulling back and pressing in again.
Theo grabbed Draco's hair with one hand and pulled. "Yes, more, Draco!" he cried out.
Draco was pumping his hips now, thrusting into the man writhing under him. He heard the sound of someone yelling but ignored it.
Theo's eyes grew wide and he looked toward the door. "Draco," he said urgently. "Draco, I hear Potter."
By the door, Pansy was smiling at Harry.
Ron and Hermione caught up then and Hermione walked up to him, panting. "Harry what - " Her eyes went very wide when she looked into the room as well. She took a step back, covering her mouth.
After another moment of complete stillness Harry regained control of his body and let out a loud sound like a snarl. He leapt forward, prepared to throw Draco off of Nott and then kill the man with his bare hands.
"Harry!" Ron shouted. And he must have been anticipating Harry's move, for he leapt forward too and grabbed him, sending both of them crashing down.
Harry scrambled on the floor, trying to get away from Ron and cursing that he was there. "Get off him!" he roared, not knowing if he was talking to Nott or Draco, even though Draco was technically the one on top. Harry kicked his legs. "Let me go, Ron!" he growled, hating how Ron always seemed to fucking jump on him. "Draco, get off him!" he shouted.
The compulsion hit Draco before he was even aware of what was going on. He rolled off the couch, falling to the floor, shaking.
"I'll fucking kill you, you fucking bastard!" Harry screamed at the door from the ground. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Nott was scrambling to sit up and looking around for his wand, which seemed to have disappeared with his clothes.
Draco felt dazed and confused. "Theo," he said, reaching a hand toward the man.
At that moment Harry found that trying to Summon people with Accio didn't work, as he tried to Summon Nott.
"Harry!" Ron shouted. "Calm the hell down!" He was panting and flushed as he tried to hold on to Harry.
"Harry, he's right! Stop!" Hermione let out in a strange shout.
Harry struggled and struggled until he finally threw Ron off him by will, sending him rolling to the side. Harry scrambled to his feet and rushed through the door.
Theo had managed to find Draco's wand and was holding it in front of him as Harry advanced. "Stop, Potter," he said.
Harry laughed at him. It was slightly hysterical, but still a laugh. "Or what?" he asked.
"Don't hurt him," Draco said, gasping and getting to his feet to stand between the two men.
Harry clenched his teeth. "He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco," he said, eyes hard.
"You're just jealous," Draco countered, eyes narrowed as he stood between Harry and Theo.
Harry's face contorted in anger and he made to get around Draco at Nott.
"If you are going to hurt someone, hurt me," Draco said, stepping in his husband's path again. "This was my idea."
"He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco," Harry growled through his teeth. "Did his cock feel nice, Nott?" Harry asked, looking over Draco's shoulder. "It better have because it's the last one you'll ever fucking have."
Nott held his chin up defiantly. "I did not give him a potion of any kind," he declared, still holding the wand.
"You liar," Harry hissed. "You're a fucking brave one, too."
"Theo wouldn't do that to me," Draco said. "You're just jealous because I want him. Because he was my lover before you were."
That stabbed Harry like a knife in the heart and he tried not to show it. "Nott," he said, voice very low. "If you don't tell him that he's under a Love Potion, I will tell him to move and then I will tear you apart."
"Is it really that hard to believe he might still want me?" Nott asked. But he didn't sound as sure of himself now. "I don't know why he changed his mind, but I swear I didn't use anything on him."
"And I swear that if you hurt him, I will never speak to you again," Draco said, eyes narrowed in anger as he faced his husband. He could feel Harry's magic crackling over his skin and it was hard to breathe but he forced himself to hold his ground.
Harry's entire body shook with those words, but now he knew Draco was under a Love Potion. He knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. "You are not making this any easier," he said to his husband.
"Draco, you really are under a Love Potion!" Hermione cried from the doorway. "Come with us to Professor Slughorn and he can give you the antidote."
Harry only glared over Draco's shoulder still.
"I think Potter is the one behaving irrationally here," Draco snapped. "Potter agrees not to hurt Theo or I am not going fucking anywhere with him!"
Harry couldn't help that his eyes watered from hearing those words from Draco's mouth, but he blinked rapidly as he rubbed his forehead. "Are you planning on keeping this up?" he growled at Nott. "Because I will make him come with me if I have to, and then I'll kill you."
"You should listen to him if you're not completely thick," Ron said stonily. "You're not really much for him to deal with."
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Theo shouted. "I didn't do anything to Draco. Are you saying that I gave him the potion we made in class today?" His eyes narrowed. Only those in the store room heard him mutter "that bitch" under his breath.
"Yes, I'm saying you gave him the potion we made in class today," Harry said, hands clenched. "And what the fuck are you talking about?"
Draco looked back over his shoulder at Theo, having caught the meaning of what the other man was angry about. "Theo?" he asked. "You don't think I feel this way because of a potion?"
Theo winced, clearly beginning to consider the idea. "Draco," he said, faltering. "I think they may be right. Remember, you turned me down last time. Now, tonight, suddenly you want me."
"What last time?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed, and then he looked at Draco. "Yes. See, Draco? You are under a Love Potion. You are my husband. You're mine. I'm yours."
Draco was confused. He looked longingly back over his shoulder at Theo. "But, Theo, how can you say that?" he asked.
Theo winced. "That tears it," he said. "You don't even sound like you, Draco. Go with Potter, take the antidote. If you still feel this way about me after, let me know." Nott was shaking, and he lowered the wand.
Harry felt another ache when his words didn't affect Draco at all. Words that usually made Draco's eyes turn soft. Harry clenched his teeth again. "We have to go to Slughorn. And then we have to get Valen. Ginny has him."
Draco was torn. Something in the way Harry looked pulled at him. Then at the mention of their child he was frowning. He looked back over at Theo as if waiting for Theo to tell him to stay.
Theo looked like he was in pain. He slid down from where he had been standing and sat on the couch. "Can you bring my clothes and wand back, Draco?" he asked.
Draco blinked, still confused. "Don't you want me to stay with you?" he asked his old friend.
"No, not if it is a Love Spell," Nott admitted. "Go, take the antidote and let me know how it turns out." He held out Draco's wand and the blond took it without thinking. Then he grimaced and called their clothes to them. Draco stood and watched, feeling hurt as Theo started dressing himself.
Harry was clenching and unclenching his hands as the ache inside him seemed to grow. "If you didn't do it," he said to Nott, "then who did?" He looked behind himself to Pansy, thinking about Nott's words from a moment ago. His eyes narrowed when he realised Pansy was no longer in the doorway. "Why would Pansy Parkinson slip Draco a Love Potion for you?" Harry asked, still itching to hit Nott at least once.
Draco scowled, glancing between Harry and Theo. "I am not under a Love Spell," he declared. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Theo had finished getting dressed. He eyed Harry warily but stepped up to Draco, looking into his eyes. "Get dressed, Draco," he whispered. "Take the damn antidote. I will have a talk with our mutual friend."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. He stood, waiting for Draco to get his clothes on.
Draco reached his silver hand for Theo, wrapping it around the back of his head and pulling him forward into a kiss. Theo froze, neither fighting nor encouraging the kiss.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "Draco, stop," he hissed, shaking.
The compulsion forced Draco to draw back and drop his hand. He hissed and glared at Harry. "You enjoying ordering me around, Potter?" he asked.
Theo shook his head. "Shut up, Draco," he said. "You will only regret it later." Then he faced Potter. "Can I leave now?"
"Go," Harry said through his teeth, eyes tearing up again.
Theo turned sideways, working his way past the Gryffindors without touching any of them. He gave Draco one last look when he reached the door. Then he turned and strode toward the Slytherin Common Room.
Draco took a few steps as if he would follow the other man.
Harry didn't move for a moment and quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Draco, we can't go up to Slughorn if you don't have clothes on," he said.
Hermione inched into the room and rubbed his back. "Only a few more minutes," she said soothingly.
Draco scowled and then angrily began putting his clothes on.
Harry waited for his husband and was secretly thankful for Hermione's touch. He wanted to run up to Slughorn's office. Draco couldn't get the antidote quick enough.
When Draco was dressed, he crossed his arms over his chest, wand still in hand, and glared at the three of them.
Hermione winced as she looked at Draco, looking like she was feeling very sorry for him. "Oh, Draco," she said under her breath with a sigh. She walked out with Harry while Ron waited by the door for Draco to follow.
Draco walked behind the Gryffindors as they all headed to Slughorn's office.
Harry had to endure the entire trip with Draco walking behind him and not holding his hand. Even that hurt. He felt relief when they were nearing the office, but there was a strange smell that grew stronger the nearer they got. Harry's nose was wrinkled up by the time he was standing in front of the office. He knocked.
A few moments passed before Slughorn came to the door. He opened it up, pinching his nostrils. "Harry!" he said in a nasally voice. "Came to have that talk I mentioned earlier?"
"No," said Harry, glancing behind himself at Draco. "I actually came for an antidote."
"An antidote?" Slughorn asked, sounding disappointed.
Harry nodded. "For Amortentia," he said.
Slughorn's face fell quite a bit. "Amortentia?" he said. "Why would you need an antidote for that?"
Harry sighed quietly, looking down. "Someone slipped some to Draco. He's under it right now."
"Oh, Harry," said Slughorn, and Harry did not like the sound of that. Hermione rubbed his back some more.
Draco hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at everyone. He didn't think he was under the influence of a potion. But even if he had been, he wasn't happy about being forcibly interrupted in the middle of sex. He was embarrassed and angry.
Slughorn opened his door some more and stood back to let Harry see inside the room. Filch was on hands and knees, wearing some weird plug on his nose as he scrubbed at the floor, scowling.
Harry looked back at Slughorn, confused.
Slughorn sighed. "That's the antidote," he said. "On the floor."
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
Draco shook his head. "This is ridiculous," he declared, voice sullen and angry.
Ron frowned at Draco from over his shoulder. "You are really going to hate it if you don't stop talking," he told him quietly.
"What do you mean that's the antidote?" Harry asked, voice filled with horror.
Chapter Title: Betrayal
Words: 2758 Words
Draco hadn’t really considered the idea that Theo wouldn’t show. Yet, as he waited, he did begin to worry. He got up and paced the tight space of the storeroom. It seemed a long time before the door finally opened and his old lover was standing there.
“Draco?” Theo asked, looking into the gloom.
“Here, Theo,” Draco answered, walking to him. He reached a hand out and cupped the back of the other man’s head, bringing his mouth down on Theo’s.
Theo gasped at the kiss, mouth opening as he did. Draco wasted no time, thrusting his tongue inside and pressing himself against Theo’s body. Theo’s hands fluttered, as if he was unsure what to do, but then he wrapped his arms around Draco, hands sliding over his back. Draco walked backwards, pulling Theo with him toward the sofa without breaking their kiss.
Theo did break the kiss to gasp and whisper, “Draco. I'm not complaining, but didn’t you say...?”
Draco didn’t let him finish, closing his mouth over Theo’s again and grabbing the man’s hair to control the kiss. He felt Theo surrender then and kissed him so hard it might have hurt. Drawing his wand, Draco cast the Disrobe Spell on himself and then on Theo.
Theo shivered and pulled back again. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Draco agreed, hands running over Theo’s flesh now, his mouth closing on the man’s throat, nipping and sucking. He pushed Theo down and back on the sofa, one knee between the other man’s legs, pressing his erection against Theo’s thigh. “You are so hard for me, aren’t you?” Draco asked when he felt the other man’s arousal against his own thigh.
“Yes, you,” Theo answered, thrusting up against Draco’s body.
“Should I fuck you, Theo?” Draco asked. They had touched and sucked each other before, but never that.
“Yes,” Theo groaned, one hand grasping at Draco’s hair, the other sliding over the flesh of Draco’s arse.
“Spread your legs,” Draco told him, and the other man complied quickly, one leg on the floor and the other bent and braced against the back of the sofa.
Draco cast the Lubrication Spell, reaching slick fingers down to find Theo’s opening. He pressed one inside, feeling the man’s body tighten.
“Draco, yes,” Theo gasped, lifting his hips.
Draco had never been inside any man besides Harry and he shivered now. He wanted Theo; he could feel that. Harry wouldn’t want him to do this. Something about it was bothering him. He paused, trying to clear his head, but beneath him, Theo moaned. Draco felt a surge of desire again and positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing into the other man.
***
Harry was panting as he moved quickly from cold stone corridor to cold stone corridor, Ron and Hermione still following. They'd both called for him to wait, but had seemed to have given up on that. Harry continued to run and then paused very quickly. He could see someone up ahead and began down the dark hallway, unable to tell who it was.
When Harry approached the figure in the hall, he saw that it was Pansy Parkinson and frowned confusedly. And then he heard the moans. He went completely still for about a second, and then walked quickly past Pansy to the door that she had been looking into. And then he went completely still again. Draco was entirely naked and on top of Theo Nott.
He was fucking him. Harry's husband was fucking another man. Harry knew he had taken a potion, but he wasn't prepared for the ache that seemed to rip through him. "Draco," he gasped, hardly able to get the word out.
***
Draco pushed slowly inside Theo's body, both of them moaning as he did. Theo was clutching his shoulders, eyes rolling back into his head. The man's body clenched around Draco's cock and he shuddered. "Theo," the blond gasped, pulling back and pressing in again.
Theo grabbed Draco's hair with one hand and pulled. "Yes, more, Draco!" he cried out.
Draco was pumping his hips now, thrusting into the man writhing under him. He heard the sound of someone yelling but ignored it.
Theo's eyes grew wide and he looked toward the door. "Draco," he said urgently. "Draco, I hear Potter."
By the door, Pansy was smiling at Harry.
Ron and Hermione caught up then and Hermione walked up to him, panting. "Harry what - " Her eyes went very wide when she looked into the room as well. She took a step back, covering her mouth.
After another moment of complete stillness Harry regained control of his body and let out a loud sound like a snarl. He leapt forward, prepared to throw Draco off of Nott and then kill the man with his bare hands.
"Harry!" Ron shouted. And he must have been anticipating Harry's move, for he leapt forward too and grabbed him, sending both of them crashing down.
Harry scrambled on the floor, trying to get away from Ron and cursing that he was there. "Get off him!" he roared, not knowing if he was talking to Nott or Draco, even though Draco was technically the one on top. Harry kicked his legs. "Let me go, Ron!" he growled, hating how Ron always seemed to fucking jump on him. "Draco, get off him!" he shouted.
The compulsion hit Draco before he was even aware of what was going on. He rolled off the couch, falling to the floor, shaking.
"I'll fucking kill you, you fucking bastard!" Harry screamed at the door from the ground. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Nott was scrambling to sit up and looking around for his wand, which seemed to have disappeared with his clothes.
Draco felt dazed and confused. "Theo," he said, reaching a hand toward the man.
At that moment Harry found that trying to Summon people with Accio didn't work, as he tried to Summon Nott.
"Harry!" Ron shouted. "Calm the hell down!" He was panting and flushed as he tried to hold on to Harry.
"Harry, he's right! Stop!" Hermione let out in a strange shout.
Harry struggled and struggled until he finally threw Ron off him by will, sending him rolling to the side. Harry scrambled to his feet and rushed through the door.
Theo had managed to find Draco's wand and was holding it in front of him as Harry advanced. "Stop, Potter," he said.
Harry laughed at him. It was slightly hysterical, but still a laugh. "Or what?" he asked.
"Don't hurt him," Draco said, gasping and getting to his feet to stand between the two men.
Harry clenched his teeth. "He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco," he said, eyes hard.
"You're just jealous," Draco countered, eyes narrowed as he stood between Harry and Theo.
Harry's face contorted in anger and he made to get around Draco at Nott.
"If you are going to hurt someone, hurt me," Draco said, stepping in his husband's path again. "This was my idea."
"He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco," Harry growled through his teeth. "Did his cock feel nice, Nott?" Harry asked, looking over Draco's shoulder. "It better have because it's the last one you'll ever fucking have."
Nott held his chin up defiantly. "I did not give him a potion of any kind," he declared, still holding the wand.
"You liar," Harry hissed. "You're a fucking brave one, too."
"Theo wouldn't do that to me," Draco said. "You're just jealous because I want him. Because he was my lover before you were."
That stabbed Harry like a knife in the heart and he tried not to show it. "Nott," he said, voice very low. "If you don't tell him that he's under a Love Potion, I will tell him to move and then I will tear you apart."
"Is it really that hard to believe he might still want me?" Nott asked. But he didn't sound as sure of himself now. "I don't know why he changed his mind, but I swear I didn't use anything on him."
"And I swear that if you hurt him, I will never speak to you again," Draco said, eyes narrowed in anger as he faced his husband. He could feel Harry's magic crackling over his skin and it was hard to breathe but he forced himself to hold his ground.
Harry's entire body shook with those words, but now he knew Draco was under a Love Potion. He knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. "You are not making this any easier," he said to his husband.
"Draco, you really are under a Love Potion!" Hermione cried from the doorway. "Come with us to Professor Slughorn and he can give you the antidote."
Harry only glared over Draco's shoulder still.
"I think Potter is the one behaving irrationally here," Draco snapped. "Potter agrees not to hurt Theo or I am not going fucking anywhere with him!"
Harry couldn't help that his eyes watered from hearing those words from Draco's mouth, but he blinked rapidly as he rubbed his forehead. "Are you planning on keeping this up?" he growled at Nott. "Because I will make him come with me if I have to, and then I'll kill you."
"You should listen to him if you're not completely thick," Ron said stonily. "You're not really much for him to deal with."
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Theo shouted. "I didn't do anything to Draco. Are you saying that I gave him the potion we made in class today?" His eyes narrowed. Only those in the store room heard him mutter "that bitch" under his breath.
"Yes, I'm saying you gave him the potion we made in class today," Harry said, hands clenched. "And what the fuck are you talking about?"
Draco looked back over his shoulder at Theo, having caught the meaning of what the other man was angry about. "Theo?" he asked. "You don't think I feel this way because of a potion?"
Theo winced, clearly beginning to consider the idea. "Draco," he said, faltering. "I think they may be right. Remember, you turned me down last time. Now, tonight, suddenly you want me."
"What last time?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed, and then he looked at Draco. "Yes. See, Draco? You are under a Love Potion. You are my husband. You're mine. I'm yours."
Draco was confused. He looked longingly back over his shoulder at Theo. "But, Theo, how can you say that?" he asked.
Theo winced. "That tears it," he said. "You don't even sound like you, Draco. Go with Potter, take the antidote. If you still feel this way about me after, let me know." Nott was shaking, and he lowered the wand.
Harry felt another ache when his words didn't affect Draco at all. Words that usually made Draco's eyes turn soft. Harry clenched his teeth again. "We have to go to Slughorn. And then we have to get Valen. Ginny has him."
Draco was torn. Something in the way Harry looked pulled at him. Then at the mention of their child he was frowning. He looked back over at Theo as if waiting for Theo to tell him to stay.
Theo looked like he was in pain. He slid down from where he had been standing and sat on the couch. "Can you bring my clothes and wand back, Draco?" he asked.
Draco blinked, still confused. "Don't you want me to stay with you?" he asked his old friend.
"No, not if it is a Love Spell," Nott admitted. "Go, take the antidote and let me know how it turns out." He held out Draco's wand and the blond took it without thinking. Then he grimaced and called their clothes to them. Draco stood and watched, feeling hurt as Theo started dressing himself.
Harry was clenching and unclenching his hands as the ache inside him seemed to grow. "If you didn't do it," he said to Nott, "then who did?" He looked behind himself to Pansy, thinking about Nott's words from a moment ago. His eyes narrowed when he realised Pansy was no longer in the doorway. "Why would Pansy Parkinson slip Draco a Love Potion for you?" Harry asked, still itching to hit Nott at least once.
Draco scowled, glancing between Harry and Theo. "I am not under a Love Spell," he declared. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Theo had finished getting dressed. He eyed Harry warily but stepped up to Draco, looking into his eyes. "Get dressed, Draco," he whispered. "Take the damn antidote. I will have a talk with our mutual friend."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. He stood, waiting for Draco to get his clothes on.
Draco reached his silver hand for Theo, wrapping it around the back of his head and pulling him forward into a kiss. Theo froze, neither fighting nor encouraging the kiss.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "Draco, stop," he hissed, shaking.
The compulsion forced Draco to draw back and drop his hand. He hissed and glared at Harry. "You enjoying ordering me around, Potter?" he asked.
Theo shook his head. "Shut up, Draco," he said. "You will only regret it later." Then he faced Potter. "Can I leave now?"
"Go," Harry said through his teeth, eyes tearing up again.
Theo turned sideways, working his way past the Gryffindors without touching any of them. He gave Draco one last look when he reached the door. Then he turned and strode toward the Slytherin Common Room.
Draco took a few steps as if he would follow the other man.
Harry didn't move for a moment and quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Draco, we can't go up to Slughorn if you don't have clothes on," he said.
Hermione inched into the room and rubbed his back. "Only a few more minutes," she said soothingly.
Draco scowled and then angrily began putting his clothes on.
Harry waited for his husband and was secretly thankful for Hermione's touch. He wanted to run up to Slughorn's office. Draco couldn't get the antidote quick enough.
When Draco was dressed, he crossed his arms over his chest, wand still in hand, and glared at the three of them.
Hermione winced as she looked at Draco, looking like she was feeling very sorry for him. "Oh, Draco," she said under her breath with a sigh. She walked out with Harry while Ron waited by the door for Draco to follow.
Draco walked behind the Gryffindors as they all headed to Slughorn's office.
Harry had to endure the entire trip with Draco walking behind him and not holding his hand. Even that hurt. He felt relief when they were nearing the office, but there was a strange smell that grew stronger the nearer they got. Harry's nose was wrinkled up by the time he was standing in front of the office. He knocked.
A few moments passed before Slughorn came to the door. He opened it up, pinching his nostrils. "Harry!" he said in a nasally voice. "Came to have that talk I mentioned earlier?"
"No," said Harry, glancing behind himself at Draco. "I actually came for an antidote."
"An antidote?" Slughorn asked, sounding disappointed.
Harry nodded. "For Amortentia," he said.
Slughorn's face fell quite a bit. "Amortentia?" he said. "Why would you need an antidote for that?"
Harry sighed quietly, looking down. "Someone slipped some to Draco. He's under it right now."
"Oh, Harry," said Slughorn, and Harry did not like the sound of that. Hermione rubbed his back some more.
Draco hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at everyone. He didn't think he was under the influence of a potion. But even if he had been, he wasn't happy about being forcibly interrupted in the middle of sex. He was embarrassed and angry.
Slughorn opened his door some more and stood back to let Harry see inside the room. Filch was on hands and knees, wearing some weird plug on his nose as he scrubbed at the floor, scowling.
Harry looked back at Slughorn, confused.
Slughorn sighed. "That's the antidote," he said. "On the floor."
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
Draco shook his head. "This is ridiculous," he declared, voice sullen and angry.
Ron frowned at Draco from over his shoulder. "You are really going to hate it if you don't stop talking," he told him quietly.
"What do you mean that's the antidote?" Harry asked, voice filled with horror.