Cupido Infinitus

First, thank you for all the responses to this fiction. It’s been a fun one for me to write and I’ve laughed quite a bit at it myself. I was especially excited to write this chapter - I think you’ll see why. *wink, wink*

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

One Night Only

Hermione took her wand and cleansed herself before slipping back into her school uniform. Professor Snape watched her from the floor where he lay naked and sated.

“Why are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger? I have a potion that would quickly make me ready for round two.”

Hermione grinned at him. “I really must find Harry and Ron, Professor. I was so wrong about everything. I’ve been such a prude to them.”

Snape barked a sarcastic laugh. “Do you really think ‘boys’ could be as satisfying as an experienced man?”

Her eyes swept down his body. “Perhaps not, but they are my best friends and I really must prove to them that I’m not boring and dull. I do know how to have fun.”

“Yes, you do indeed,” Snape drawled. “Do come back if your venture proves unfruitful.”

She bent and gave him a parting kiss before leaving his quarters. At the same moment, the hearth crackled and three of the professor’s ex-students stepped through the flames.

“Ah, Miss Reddenstar, I see you’ve returned. And you’ve brought two more cocks for our pleasure,” Snape said, drawing their attentions to where he lay sprawled on the floor and caressing his balls gently.

Matilda gasped and hopped nervously while Fred and George laughed, amused. Fred swung down and picked up the professor’s robe, tossing it over his mid-section. “Sorry, Professor, we didn’t come here for that. Where’s Hermione?”

“You just missed her. She’s off to find her friends. She was a nice, tight lay. How about you, Weasley? Is your puckered little hole still nice and tight?” Snape’s eyes traveled over Fred’s torso, making the red head blush.

Matty hurried over to Snape’s ice box, opening it and sighing in relief when she found more butter beer inside. “Professor, I may have the key to the antidote.”

“Antidote?” Snape replied, waving his hand dismissively. “There is no problem, Miss Reddenstar. This potion is brilliant. I’ve never felt better.”

“You’ve just had sex with a student.” George reminded him. “It’s not right.”

“Not right? I assure you it was very right. I’ve been a fool for not indulging in these sweet, young things all these years. I think your potion will be a staple in my classroom, Miss Reddenstar - to loosen up all those tense seventh year students…”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Professor,” Matilda replied, pouring half a bottle of butter beer into the cauldron of antidote that was still brewing on a flame. “And if you refuse to drink this antidote, I will go straight to McGonagall and tell her everything.”

Snape frowned. “Some day, when you are shriveled and old, you’ll look back on this day, Miss Reddenstar. You’ll regret that you didn’t let the three of us fuck you senseless.” He eyed the Weasley twins with interest. “You two up for a bit of sport. Let me see those cocks. You have red hair down there as well?”

“Merlin, Professor, you’ll give me nightmares,” Fred grumbled.

George burst out laughing. “Sorry, sir, I’m sure you’re quite something, but my brother and I aren’t into that sort of thing.”

Matilda shuffled to them carefully so as to not spill the goblet of antidote she now held in her hands. She looked from Fred to George. “If this doesn’t work, then I’m lost.” She looked at Snape and said, “You have to drink this - all of it.”

Snape pushed himself up to a sitting position and the robe fell off his cock, making Matty blush as she gave him the goblet. “See something you like, Miss Reddenstar?” Snape purred, looking up at her mischievously while he sipped the antidote.

OOOOOO

Hermione burst into Harry and Ron’s dorm room, looking toward their beds and frowning in disappointment to see that they were empty. Where were they?

Just then a light switched on and she saw Neville with his hand on his lamp, looking surprised at her entrance. “Hermione? What are you… oh…”

“Where are they Neville?” she demanded.

Seamus and Dean were waking up as well and glancing at their visitor.

Neville swallowed nervously and said, “Well, you see… they kind of got away from us…”

“You three were suppose to keep them in Gryffindor for the night,” Hermione reminded. “How could you let them leave?”

Dean sat up. “Those fuckers cursed me and Seamus and took off to that Slytherin party. We’re sorry, Hermione. We tried.”

Hermione stepped further into the room and shut the door behind her. She walked over to Harry’s bed and sat on the edge, moving her gaze from boy to boy. “Well then, I suppose the three of you are going to have to service me until they get back.”

“Service… you?” Neville replied.

“Yes, Neville. I’m a very, very naughty girl and I need a good fucking. Who’s first?” she smiled as her hand slipped under her skirt.

OOOOOO

“Go away,” Draco called out, not wanting to be disturbed.

“Darling, it’s me, I have something to tell you.” Pansy replied through the door. She glanced quickly at Harry who was still in his sexy pose. She waited, hearing some rustling on the other side of the door and the sound of someone approaching.

The door opened a bit and Draco frowned. “What do you want?”

Pansy could smell fire whiskey on his breath as it wafted toward her. He was drinking alone. That couldn’t be good. “Draco, I have something for you,” she smiled, a suggestive look on her face.

“Are you mad?” Draco replied. She knew he was gay. What was she on about?

Pansy giggled and pushed lightly at his chest, making contact with his skin as he had his shirt unbuttoned to his belly. His hair was also mussed, as if he’d been running his hand through it a bit too much.

“Not me, silly,” she grinned, lifting one brow. “Him.” She inclined her head sideways, drawing Draco’s attention to the right.

His gaze fell upon Potter leaning against the wall, shirtless and sexy as fuck. His eyes snapped back to Pansy, a snarl on his face, as he began to slam the door closed. But Pansy had quickly stuck a book in the door, making it impossible for him to shut it completely. Better the book than her foot.

The door bounced open off the book and Draco stared at Pansy, furious. “What the fuck, Pansy?”

She stepped forward into the doorway, causing Draco to take a step back. “Draco, sweetheart, listen to me,” she said in a near whisper. “He wants you. This is your chance, darling.”

“For what? A one off?” he replied, disgusted. “I’m not a whore like him.”

Pansy sighed. “We don’t know how much longer he’ll be under the influence of that potion. This is your chance to have who you want. Don’t pass by this opportunity. It may be the only one you’ll have with him.” She pulled Draco by the wrist a few steps into the hall. Harry was still in the same position, watching them from under his bangs. “Look at him,” she urged.

Draco risked another glance at Potter, his heart pounding in his chest. Heat seemed to shoot to his groin as he looked into Potter’s deep green eyes. Why did he have those drinks? Fuck! Fucking Potter had no right to look so good, so fucking hot.

He tore his gaze away from the sexy Gryffindor and glared at Pansy. “I hate you,” he stated.

Pansy smiled in triumph. Her hand reached up and stroked his cheek. “Have fun, darling. You can thank me tomorrow.” She turned on her heel, giving Harry one more satisfied look before retiring to her own room.

Draco paced a bit in front of Harry, his hand running over his blond head in frustration. He avoided looking at him, trying to figure out just how the fuck to go about this.

Harry finally said, “Malfoy?”

Draco stopped pacing a few feet from Harry. He shut his eyes and let out a breath as if trying to decide something important.

“Malfoy, if you don’t want to fuck me, I’m fine with…”

Harry couldn’t finish his sentence because the next second a pair of lips came smashing down upon his own and suddenly Malfoy was all over him. His body was pressing Harry into the wall, pinning him, heating him, while hot hands slid up his chest, massaging and groping him.

“Mmmmm…” Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as the Slytherin’s tongue swept into his, plunging, caressing, hot liquid heat. Never had Harry been kissed like this in his life. Malfoy’s hands slid around Harry and up his back, ending up tangled his Harry’s hair at the back of his neck, while the blond assaulted his mouth, snogging him like a mad man.

“Merlin,” Harry gasped as Draco made his way down Harry’s jaw and neck, sucking on the tender skin as he pulled Harry’s head backwards by his hair. Harry slipped one hand over Draco’s arse and the other he put between their bodies, grasping Draco’s erection through his trousers and rubbing it even harder if that was possible.

Draco growled against Harry’s throat, grinding his pelvis into Harry’s hand. He finally realized they were still in the hall and he took a reluctant step back, his breath as ragged has Harry’s. “This is a one time thing, Potter.”

“I know,” Harry panted.

Draco grabbed his forearm and dragged him toward his room. “Come on.”

He pulled Harry through the door and then shoved him toward the bed as he locked them in. Harry stumbled a bit and then righted himself as he watched Malfoy do the pacing thing again with his hand mussing up his hair even more. Harry thought a disheveled Malfoy looked even more sexy. But he frowned when Malfoy headed to a table, grabbing a glass of whiskey and downing it in one gulp.

“Why do you do that?”

Draco’s sharp gaze landed on Harry. “Do what?”

“Drink… alone?”

One side of Draco’s mouth cocked into a strange half smile. “But I’m not alone.” His gaze traveled over Harry’s shirtless body. “Would you like a drink?”

Harry shook his head. “No, thanks.” Harry turned and made his way to Malfoy’s large green silk covered bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back on his arms. He watched Draco watching him.

“Straight to business, is it?” Draco said, setting his glass down. “Why are you such a whore?”

Harry laughed. “Why are you such a prude? What’s wrong with liking and enjoying sex?”

“I do enjoy it, Potter, very much so.” Draco answered. “I just believe people shouldn’t behave like animals satisfying primal urges. It should mean something more.”

Harry smirked, and stood up. His hands went to the buttons on his trousers and began unfastening while he licked his bottom lip, staring at Malfoy like he was a starving man’s last meal. “Morals are highly over rated,” Harry rasped, his cock popping free and standing to attention as his trousers fell to his ankles.

Draco’s eyes fastened on Harry’s engorged member and his own cock hardened painfully. “I think, just this once, I agree with you, Potter.”

Harry walked across the room and stood before Malfoy. Smiling in mischief he grasped Draco’s shirt with both hands and pulled him his body, latching on to his delicious lips again.

Draco heart was pounding hard has Harry snogged him and pushed his shirt down and off his shoulders. If only…

He was disappointed when Harry’s lips left his and his tongue trailed down. But the disappointment didn’t last as Harry’s teeth scraped his nipples and his wet tongue trailed around his chest while one of his hands worked over his trouser snake again.

“Fuck, Potter,” Draco moaned, his own hands tangled in Harry’s hair. His toned abs quivered when Harry’s mouth and tongue glided over them while undressing his bottom half with nimble fingers.

“Mmmmm… nice cock, Malfoy,” Harry complimented, truthfully. Draco Malfoy may be a prat, but he was a gorgeous prat. Harry covered his cock with his wet, hot mouth, causing the blond to groan and hold onto the table behind him. He worked Draco’s cock with all the expertise he had acquired in his life thus far, wanting to show his rival that he was good at everything. Harry tightened his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, trying to take Malfoy in as deeply as he could.

After a bit of exquisite torture, Draco pulled Harry away, causing the Gryffindor to look at him in question. He pulled Harry up to standing again while he explained. “Don’t want to come too soon, Potter.”

Then he attacked. Harry didn’t know what hit him as Malfoy launched onto his body, pushing him backwards toward the bed, his arms wrapped around Harry and his wet cock pressing against the dry one. His mouth was fastened to Harry’s in a deep snog as Harry fell onto the bed, dragging Malfoy down over him.

Harry couldn’t believe how intense Malfoy was when it came to sex. And it excited him like nothing else ever had. No pussy footing around and trying to coax some bird out of her knickers. Malfoy took control of the ravishing and Harry was rapidly learning that he didn’t mind at all.

Draco rubbed his cock against Harry’s as they kissed madly and it was so powerful he had to come up for air, gasping. “Fuck, Potter,” he swore. He made his way down Harry’s body, licking a wet trail as his hand wrapped around Potter’s cock. Harry’s back arched at the sensations Draco’s mouth and hand caused and he groaned and gasped, especially when his cock was enveloped in the sexy blond’s hot mouth.

Draco took Harry’s cock in his mouth as he moved his hand, milking him, sucking and licking, jabbing at the slit at the top to taste Harry’s essence. Then he moved his hand to Harry’s balls as he went down on Harry deep, letting Harry’s hips come off the bed to fuck his mouth and throat. His other hand traveled under Harry’s arse, coaxing a finger around his anus and in.

Harry yelled as Draco pressed his perineum, one finger up his arse, while taking him all the way into his mouth. “Merlin!” Harry shouted, his face red and scrunched. Malfoy was just too good at this. Too fucking incredible.

Harry grasped at the covers, back arching as he came harder than ever before, feeling Malfoy swallow every last drop of his release. Then he lay, out of breath, starring at the canopy over Malfoy’s bed, wishing he could find fault with his enemy. But damn it, there was none. Not in bed, at least. In fact, he was brilliant.

When he finally glanced down, he noticed Draco smirking in a self satisfied manner. “Enjoying yourself, Potter?”

“You know I did,” Harry grinned back. “Fuck you for being so good.”

“I’m not finished yet,” he replied, the smile dropping from his face. He launched himself upward over Harry’s body again and kissed him deeply, letting Harry taste his salty release from just moments before. “I’m going to fuck you, Potter.”

“Yes, please,” Harry gasped between kisses. When he opened his eyes a crack, he noticed Malfoy had a wand in one hand. Harry tried to push away. “What the fuck?”

“Relax, Potter,” Draco replied. “I’m just going to do a lubrication charm, all right?”

“Oh,” Harry sighed, relieved. “All right, then. Sorry.”

He still felt a bit uncomfortable when Malfoy pointed his wand close to his anus, but felt more at ease as he felt something warm filling inside him. Harry swallowed nervously. “I’ll have to remember that one.”

Draco smiled slightly, setting his wand back down on the bedside table.

Harry began to turn around but Draco stopped him, pressing his back to the bed with his body. “Where’s your Gryffindor courage, Potter? I’ll not be staring at your back. I want to see your face when I make you come again and again.”

The grey eyes went intense with lust and some other emotion Harry didn’t recognize. But he didn’t have time to ponder it as Draco again took control of his senses, kissing him with those long drugging kisses, making him forget anything else existed but this moment.

And Malfoy’s hips were working, his cock slipping beneath him, seeking entrance to Harry’s anus. Harry lifted his legs like a shameless whore, wanting Draco’s cock to find its target. Draco groaned in approval and slung his arms over Harry’s legs, pressing them further over, holding them in place, while his coated cock worked into Harry’s tight hole.

And then the kisses stopped as Malfoy watched Harry, watched him get fucked, watched every expression that came on his face. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Harry had his eyes shut, grunting with each thrust of Malfoy’s cock. He didn’t want to look into Malfoy’s face, into those grey eyes that were filled with mysterious emotions. This was just a fuck, wasn’t it?

“Look at me,” Malfoy repeated.

Harry ignored him until he felt Draco’s hands on both sides of his face, holding him prisoner. “Open your eyes, Potter.”

Harry forced himself to comply, meeting Draco’s intense stare with his own. Draco fucked him harder, hitting his prostrate and sending him into bliss. When he tried shutting his eyes again, Draco slowed.

“Open your eyes, Potter.”

Harry opened them again and was rewarded by harder, more intense fucking. “Ungah…” Harry groaned. “Malfoy…” His face was raw emotion.

Draco smirked as he gave Harry the fuck of his life. “That’s right, Potter. You need to see that there is more to this than getting off.”

Harry didn’t say anything. He was too overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all. He grasped Draco’s biceps and squeezed as he came, panting and sweating.

“I’m still not finished, Potter,” Draco grinned. “You’ll never forget me after this night.” He continued driving into Harry, as the Gryffindor realized Draco had plenty more stamina left.

“Malfoy… shite… I can’t….” Harry panted, exhausted.

“You can and you will,” Draco replied. He moved one hand to Harry’s semi-erect cock, wrapping his fingers around it while he continued fucking Harry. He moved his hand to the rhythm, making Harry gasp .

“Fuck, Malfoy!” Harry groaned, as he rapidly grew hard under Draco’s treatment. He might just pass out from all this sensation.

Potter felt so fucking good, look so incredibly hot, writhing underneath him. It tore into Draco that this was to be only one night. He should have never gone through with this. Now he would know what he was missing. Now it would be even worse not having Potter.

His orgasm hit with immense intensity and he threw his head back and cried out as he shot his hot release into Harry’s tight hole. He could feel Harry spurting on his chest, coming at the same time as him. They were both a sticky, delicious mess, sweaty and exhausted.

Draco released Harry’s cock and moved his hands on either side of Harry’s head as he pulled out of him. Harry obviously expected Draco to get off immediately because he was giving Draco a very odd look. But Draco slowly lowered his face and kissed Harry tenderly. When his face lifted again, he appeared sad and would no longer meet Harry’s eyes. It was then he rolled off of Harry’s body and on the bed beside him.

They both lay catching their breaths and staring at the canopy.

“My gods, Malfoy,” Harry spoke, “that was incredible. Are you sure this has to be a one off? I wouldn’t mind…”

“What, Potter?” Draco interrupted. “You want to be fuck buddies? I don’t do that kind of thing. In fact, this should have never happened.”

Harry turned on his side and looked at Malfoy. “Are you mad? That was the best sex of my life and you are telling me it should have never had happened?”

“Why is it always about you, Potter?” Draco turned his face to look at the clueless Gryffindor. He laughed sardonically. “When they find that antidote, you’ll suddenly realize that you fucked your enemy and you’ll hate yourself for it. Mark my words.”

OOOOOO

A/N

Yay! Harry and Draco - finally.

I know I said that there would be 10 chapters originally, but there will need to be one more to wrap it all up.

And we still have a horny Hermione waiting for her boys…

Will the antidote work? Find out next time.

Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thank you.