Cupido Infinitus

A/N: Thank you for your reviews. They are much appreciated. Here is the conclusion to this crazy tale. Hope you enjoy!

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

Cured

Ron and Harry trudged tiredly back to Gryffindor tower, recapping their evenings.

“Did you really fuck Malfoy?” Ron asked, surprised.

“Yeah, and I have to add he’s the best I’ve ever had, no offense to you, Ron.”

Ron shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been with many blokes yet. But I did pick up some skills with Zabini and Nott tonight.”

“Yeah? Maybe you can show me sometime.”

They headed through the portrait and up the stairs to their room. “Do you think Seamus, Neville and Dean are going to get us back for what we did?” Ron asked.

The two boys pulled out their wands just in case. “Shhhh…” Harry whispered, “they might have went to bed.” He pressed his ear onto the door.

“Let’s just sleep in the common room tonight,” Ron hissed.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as he listened. “It sounds like they have a girl in there. I hear female moaning.”

Ron grinned. “We’ve got to see this.” He put his hand on the knob and twisted.

The sight that met their eyes was one they’d thought they’d never see in their lifetimes. Hermione was lying on Ron’s bed, her skirt bunched up on her belly. Her fingers were in her cunt, pumping in and out, in and out, making a wet, sloshing sound as she moaned.

The two boys glanced to the side and saw Dean, Seamus, and Neville huddled on the opposite side of the room, their eyes wide as they looked at Harry and Ron.

“Hermione?” Ron breathed, heavily.

Seamus stepped forward. “She just came here looking for you two. And now she’s doing… that.”

“Ron…” Hermione moaned. “Harry… you’re here. I need you. They won’t fuck me. I need to be fucked.”

Ron looked at the three boys. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“We didn’t want to do something she’d regret later,” Dean explained. “I think she’s taken the same potion as you and Harry.”

“Come on, Harry. Let’s help our girl. She needs real men. Not these three eunuchs.”

Harry and Ron hurried to the bed, pulling off their clothing.

“Yes, yes,” Hermione encouraged. “Harry, Ron, I want you so much. I’ve been so wrong.”

“It’s all right, love, we’ll take care of you now,” Ron said, sliding onto the bed and turning her over so she lay on top of him. Their lips crashed together, snogging deeply as his hands moved over her arse.

Hermione sat on top of Ron, straddling his hips and guiding his cock inside of her. They both groaned in delight as she sank down and began moving. Harry knelt on the bed and snogged her while his hand moved over her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples.

“Merlin,” breathed Dean. “What do we do? Three of them on that potion now. Maybe it‘s contagious.”

“I’m going to McGonagall,” Neville whispered, slipping quietly away and out the door.

Dean and Seamus were too mesmerized as they watched Hermione bouncing on Ron’s cock. Harry now stood on the bed, sticking his cock into her mouth. He smiled at Seamus and Dean across the room.

“See what you are missing?” Harry teased.

A few minutes later the door crashed open and Professor McGonagall stood in it with Neville behind her. “Cease that this instant!” she hollered, pointing her wand.

“Hang on, Professor, I’m almost about to come,” Ron replied.

“Right now!” she screamed. She shot a stunning spell at Hermione which made the young witch jerk sideways and fall off the bed.

“Damn it!” Harry swore. “Why’d you have to do that?” He hopped off the bed to see if Hermione was all right and Ron did as well.

Ron stood up angrily, his fists clenched. “You hurt her!” But McGonagall still had her wand pointed at them so he didn’t move.

“It was a light stunning spell. She be all right,” the professor answered. “Now get your robes on. I have been informed that there has been some sort of potion accident? I want some further explanations.”

Ron squinted at Neville. “Rat fink,” he growled.

“Sorry… Ron. I had to do it. You three are out of control,” Neville replied.

Harry and Ron got dressed while Hermione sat up on the floor, angry and rubbing her sore shoulder.

“It started with Harry and Ron, Professor,” Neville said, since no one else seemed to want to start talking. “They took some sort of unfinished potion at Ron’s brothers’ shop the day before school started. I don’t know how Hermione got a hold of it. But she was fine until tonight.”

“I think Ron’s brothers’ are trying to find an antidote,” Seamus added. “But nothing they’ve tried has worked yet.”

“Miss Granger,” McGonagall asked, “is this potion at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, we were trying to work on the antidote, but the cauldron with the potion exploded,” she explained, standing up and straightening her skirt. “And thank goodness for that,” she grinned, sexily.

“Who is we, Miss Granger?”

“Professor Snape, Matilda Reddenstar, and I,” she replied.

“Miss Reddenstar?”

“Yes, she is the one who created the potion in the first place,” Hermione replied. “Though she really isn’t any fun. She wouldn’t stay. Severus and I had our fun without her, however…”

“That will be enough, Miss Granger,” the professor stated, not wanting to hear more. The boys in the room were already staring at Hermione with shock.

“You did Snape?” Dean asked.

Hermione laughed and nodded.

“I said enough of such talk,” McGonagall ordered. “You three come with me to Professor Snape’s quarters. Let’s see how that antidote is coming along.” She kept her wand pointed at them as they walked out of the room.

OOOOO

SLAP

The phial of antidote flew away from Snape’s face as he slapped it out of Matilda’s hand. “I told you,” he snapped. “I won’t require any antidote. I feel fantastic.”

Matilda stood frustrated, hands on her hips. She looked at Fred and George for help.

“Professor,” Fred said, “we may have to force you if you don’t cooperate. You really can’t go around molesting the students.”

“I’d like to see you try, Weasley. Do you really think you can win against a wizard of my experience?” His eyes became softer. “Now, perhaps we can work out a deal, however. The three of you suck my cock for, say, ten minutes each, and I’ll consider taking your antidote.”

George laughed. “Oh, ho, there’s one for the photo album. Let me go fetch my camera!”

Matilda glared at him. “George!”

“Sorry, kidding…”

Sharp knocking sounded on the door, drawing their attentions. Snape rose from the floor, stark naked. “Finally, perhaps Miss Granger has returned for more.”

“Wait, don’t open…” Matilda warned.

But Snape ignored her, tossing open the door.

Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Severus nude before her. She was momentarily speechless as she gasped.

“Ah, Minerva,” Snape purred, “come in. You look like you could use a good pounding, hmmmm?"

“I… I… beg your pardon?”

“Oh, not with fists, with my cock.” He took hold of his member, stroking it into readiness. Then he noticed the three students behind her, watching his actions with interest. “I see you brought some students for us to indulge in. Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

“We most certainly will not!” McGonagall snapped.

She felt Harry’s hand on her arse and she turned and smacked it soundly. “Hands to yourself, Potter,” she barked with wide eyes.

Matilda stepped into view behind Snape, waving at McGonagall. “Hello, Professor, don’t be alarmed. I’m not here for sex. I‘ve been trying to get him to take the antidote. Fred and George Weasley are here too.” The twins stepped into view, waving.

“I should have known you two were involved some how,” she frowned at the twins. “Do you have an antidote, Miss Reddenstar?”

“Yes, we believe so. It’s good you’ve brought the other three along with you. We can hopefully end this problem tonight.” Matty answered.

“In you go,” McGonagall said, ushering Ron, Harry and Hermione into the room. “And put on a robe, Severus. Let‘s take care of this once and for all.”

OOOOOO

The next day, Pansy, Millicent, Blaise and Theodore were standing outside of the potions classroom, talking, when Harry walked up to them. They stopped talking and stared at him expectantly.

“Potter,” Blaise said, neutrally.

Harry looked sheepishly at the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling tongue-tied. He was nervous, even though none of the Slytherins looked unwelcomingly at him.

Millicent crossed her arms and sighed. “I heard you’ve been apologizing to people all morning, Potter. Don’t even consider doing so to us, because we’re not sorry in the least.”

“It was all good fun, Potter. Nothing to feel bad about,” Blaise added. “In fact, you’re a whole lot more likeable without all your high and mighty morals.”

“Thanks, you lot aren’t so bad either,” Harry replied. “I just wish I could have found that out without making an arse of myself.”

“Your blatant honesty was quite refreshing, Potter,” Pansy grinned. “And entertaining. I may just put you on the guest list for future Slytherin parties.”

Harry blushed a bit. “Yeah, well, thanks, I think.”

“So you are truly ‘cured’?” Pansy asked.

“Back to normal,” Harry confirmed. “But a bit wiser, I hope.”

“Where’s Weasley? He missed class,” Nott asked.

“Hermione’s trying to convince him that he doesn’t need to transfer to Durmstrang for the rest of seventh year.”

Nott rolled his eyes. “So he let loose and had some fun. What’s his problem?”

“He’s heterosexual, Nott. What he did went against his nature.”

The Slytherins laughed. “Maybe he’s not as heterosexual as he thought,” Nott added. “It’s not a big deal.”

“For you, maybe,” Harry said. “Gryffindors don’t go about using their friends for sexual pleasure… generally.”

Millicent yawned, theatrically. “Boring,” she said.

“Listen, I haven’t seen Malfoy all morning,” Harry said. “You lot know where I can find him?”

“Oh, Potter, he most definitely won’t want to hear an apology either,” Pansy stated.

Harry looked a bit sheepish again. “I wasn’t going to apologize, really. I just need to say a few things.”

Pansy studied Harry’s face. Then she took his arm and pulled him away from the group where they could speak in private. “What things, Potter?”

“Parkinson…”

Pansy rolled her eyes and huffed. “Look, I’m not trying to be nosey, I’m just protecting Draco. He’s one of my dearest friends.”

“I’m not planning to fight with him. I just want to tell him something,” Harry explained.

Pansy analyzed Harry’s expression closely. “Then just answer two questions for me, Potter, and I’ll set up a meeting between the two of you.”

“What?”

“Now that you are off the potion, will you be getting back together with Ginny Weasley?”

“No,” Harry answered. “Things have changed too much. She won’t forgive me. What’s the next question?”

“If she forgave you and wanted you back, would you go back to her?”

Harry laughed sarcastically. “That will never happen, but, no, I wouldn’t get back together with her. She’s not what I want anymore. I hope to be friends again some day, but not anything more than that.”

“So, you are single and available?” Pansy smiled.

“Yeah, not that anyone would want me after I was such a slut…”

Pansy bent and kissed him on the cheek, shutting him up. “Be on the astronomy tower at 4:30 this afternoon, Potter. I’ll make sure Draco is there.” She grinned happily at him before turning around and walking away.

OOOOOO

Harry stepped into the astronomy tower, hesitating a moment as he spotted Malfoy with his back to him, gazing at the horizon. Harry cleared his throat, but Malfoy did not turn around.

So Harry continued walking, ending up duplicating Draco’s stance at the end of the balcony. Still, Malfoy seemed to ignore him.

“So, yeah, Malfoy, thanks for meeting me here,” he began, awkwardly.

Grey eyes slid sideways to Harry and then snapped back to gaze at the landscape beyond. “Save your apologies, Potter. They aren’t necessary.”

Harry grinned slightly. “Funny, that. I really didn’t come here to apologize - not to you, anyway. Actually, I’d like to thank you.”

Draco’s head now turned, frowning at Harry. “Thank me?” He laughed spitefully. “Yeah, thanks for the fuck too, Potter, now bugger off.”

“Quit being an arse and listen for once,” Harry grumbled. “I don’t mean thank you for the fuck. What I mean is… shite!” Harry ran a frustrated hand through his hair and began pacing. “Why do you have to make this so difficult?”

Draco now turned fully around, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the railing. What the fuck was Potter on about? He watched Harry pace, amused and curious.

“Explain yourself then,” Draco said. “Where’s all that Gryffindor courage when you need it, eh, Potter? You asked me to come here, and I’m here. So talk.”

Harry stopped pacing and faced Draco, taking a breath. “Look, I just wanted to say that out of that whole fiasco with the potion, something clicked for me. I discovered something about myself that I might never have otherwise and it’s because of you. So, yeah, thank you.” How could Malfoy look so calm and cool when he was sweating bricks? Harry walked back to the railing, trying to feel a cool breeze on his face. Damn that fucking Slytherin for looking so hot, so sexy and so stand-offish.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Oh, and what was this grand revelation?”

Harry lowered his chin a bit and mumbled, “I think I like blokes more than girls.”

“What was that?” Draco asked, hardly able to hear him.

Harry turned and glared at Malfoy. “I like blokes, okay? I think I’m gay. What… what we did together, it was so… incredible, and I just knew that I wanted that in my life.”

Draco grinned, sarcastically. “So, it was the sex, was it?” He turned to gaze away from Harry, hiding his disappointment. “What do you want me to say, Potter? Welcome to the fucking gay club? Glad to oblige? What?”

Harry shook his head incredulously. “Why are you such a prick?” He began to leave, but stopped himself, backing up. “Sorry,” Harry sighed. “I don’t really mean that. This is not going the way I wanted it to.”

“And which way is that?”

Harry returned to Draco’s side, a little closer, as they both leaned on the railing and looked afar. Draco’s posture stiffened a bit at Harry’s closeness.

“I’m not very good at this,” Harry sighed. The silence stretched awkwardly between them for a minute. “Malfoy… how you are, you know, with wanting relationships with the people you sleep with? I just want to say that I’m like that too, when I’m not under the influence of some wonky potion, that is. I had only been with Ginny before then and I was faithful and true to her up until the accident. What I’m saying is that I’m like you. I prefer relationships too.”

Draco shifted slightly. “Why are you telling me this?”

Harry sighed. “All right, fuck, I’m just going to say this, though you’ll probably laugh in my face. I don’t fucking care anymore.” Harry turned and looked at Draco. “Malfoy… Draco… I know you have your hopes on some bloke in another house. Pansy told me. And, personally, I think he’d be one lucky fucker to end up with you. But, if you ever get tired of wanting this other bloke, then maybe you might consider dating me. There, I said it,” Harry breathed, his heart hammering in his chest.

Draco felt as though he was just hit with a stunning spell. Merlin’s teeth! Potter was interested in him? Did he just hear right? His mouth fell slightly open in amazement as his eyes searched Harry’s face, looking for signs of deception.

Harry’s hopes fell as Malfoy stood staring at him funny. He was expecting a full dose of Malfoy mockery. He turned his face away and said, “Sorry, stupid idea. I’ll leave you alone.” He started to go, but was stopped by Draco’s voice.

“You’re right, Potter, you are stupid.”

Harry’s mouth opened to cuss Malfoy out, but Draco didn’t let him speak.

“You’re stupid because you can’t figure out who Pansy meant, who I’ve been wanting, who I thought I could never have.” Draco took a few steps toward him. “But it looks like I was wrong. I may be able to have him after all.”

Harry shook his head, dumbstruck. “Me? It’s me?”

Draco smiled in a way Harry had never seen before, flirtatious and sincere. He moved his hand, caressing Harry’s forearm softly as he spoke. “Do you honestly believe I’d put that much effort into pleasing someone I didn’t want? Yes, Potter… Harry, it’s you.”

Harry grinned, happy, feeling a bit shy all of the sudden. “Yeah, so, I guess this might be a little complicated, I mean with your family and all.”

“My father’s in Azkaban and my mother just wants me to be happy,” Draco said, stepping closer and moving his hand up Harry’s arm.

Harry knew he was responsible for Draco’s father being in Azkaban. “Oh, yeah, sorry…”

“Don’t be, I’m not. I’m happy to be free of my father.”

Draco was standing so close, Harry could feel the heat from his skin. He smelled so good and his caresses on Harry’s arm felt divine. Harry lifted his other arm and wrapped it around Draco’s waist. “Can we get to the snogging, now?”

Draco smiled. “Yeah, we can.” And lowered his lips to Harry’s.

THE END

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A/N I just had to have a happy ending. This was a fun fiction to write and it made me laugh quite a bit as I was writing it. I hope you enjoyed it as well.

Thank you for all your reviews and kind words. I hope you’ll leave one more and let me know if you liked this ending.

For those of you asking about Legacy of the Pendragons, I will be writing more on that soon. It is a very involved fiction for me, with lots of foreshadowing, and plot devices, and my mind hasn't been in the right place for it lately. That's why I needed to write this little crack fiction to get a break from being so 'serious' - as I do love to laugh:) Hope you understand. I have not abandoned it, however, and I'm sorry for making you wait so long.

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