Extreme Seduction

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Chapter 14 : The Quidditch fiasco

 

The sun was shining brightly for the day
of the Quidditch match that would pit opposing houses Slytherin and Gryffindor
against one another.

 

The two teams were wearing their gold and
red or green and silver outfits. They were walking onto the Quidditch pitch
under the roaring of the crowd when Harry heard the loud voice of Seamus
Finnegan who had replaced Lee Jordan as a commentator.

 

“The teams are entering on
the pitch. Here are the Gryffindors with Weasley, McDonald, Thomas, Creevey,
Creevey, Weasley and the beautiful, the sexiest, the man who always give me a
hard--”

 

“MISTER FINNEGAN!” the
voice of Professor McGonagall could be heard yelling, as some raucous laugher
came echoing from the Slytherin’s stand and shocking cries intermixed with
giggles could be heard from the other students.

 

“HARRY POTTER, captain of
the team,” continued Seamus. “And at the other side are the Slytherins with
Nott, Pritchard, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy and Zabini.”

 

On the pitch, Madame Hooch
ordered the players, “Captains, skake your hands.”

 

Suspiciously and with
trepidation, Harry held out his hand. Zabini took it and pulled the boy towards
him violently, then wrapped his arms quickly Harry like octopus’ tentacles and
tried to ravish his mouth.

 

Harry fo as as much as he
could while Madame Hooch was yelling at the Slytherin.

 

“Leave Potter alone,
Zabini. What in the world are you thinking? Get off of him immediately.”

 

And the amplified voice of
Seamus was screaming, “CHEATING SCUM! THAT’S MY HARRY...”

 

“MISTER FINNEGAN!!!!”
roared a furious Professor McGonagall.

 

Draco was scowling at
Blaise. Crabbe, Goyle and Pritchard were angry too. And Dean was about to
pounce on Zabini to make him pay, when Ginny and Ron held him back to stop him.

 

Harry was free now and
immediately, without paying attention to Madame Hooch's yelling anymore, he
turned his head towards the first row in the Slytherin stand. There, a
black-haired man was standing, face flushed with anger and jealousy and was shouting
to the point of losing his voice, all the while hitting the stand’s metallic
edge with his clenched fist.

 

“NOW, MOUNT YOUR BROOMS AND
I DON’T WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR AGAIN. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR
ZABINI?”

 

“Yes Madame” replied the
Slytherin who was smiling faintly, but turned his head quickly to hide it from
the woman.

 

They rode their brooms and
heard the Coach yell “Three... two... one,” and then she blew her whistle.

 

Fourteen students rose up
into the warm air. The match had begun.

 

Very quickly, the new
Nimbus 2006 brooms showed their quality as the score was thirty-zero in favour
of Gryffindor.

 

“Natalie McDonald of
Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the opposing goalposts. Go on
Natalie, go on... YES! FOURTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!” roared Seamus.

 

Natalie grinned, looked at
her team, and held her thumbs up. The others smiled back.

 

Harry was searching for the
snitch when he felt somebody hit him on his side.

 

“Hello, Potter,” said
Malfoy, who smiled at him seductively. “Wanna ride my shaft? My broom is as
vigorous as yours. The best on the market. I can show you what it can do. The
shaft is very handy and I’m sure you are very talented manually.”

 

Harry looked at him in
disgust and hissed, “Leave me alone, Malfoy. Compared to other brooms, I’m sure
yours doesn’t last very long.” Just after these words had been said, Harry
urged his Firebolt far away from the blond.

 

Draco made a face. He’ll
have that gorgeous body. He’ll have it. However, he had not seen black eyes
that were glaring at him, evaluating the danger and promissing to make the
blond pay.

 

“Slytherin in possession,
Nott heading for the goal. Yes! Quaffle intercepted by Weasley. GO GINNY! NOOO
– Pritchard has taken the Quaffle and he's dropped it to catch... I SAID,
THAT’S MY HARRY.”

 

Madame Hooch’s whistle was
ringing out furiously. She was screaming “LET GO OF MISTER POTTER! IMMEDIATELY
MISTER PRITCHARD!”

 

The Slytherin was literally
glued to the raven-haired boy.

 

“GET OFF!” Harry roared.
“GET OFF OF ME!” Harry felt a shake. Dean Thomas had pounced on Graham
Pritchard to release Harry. Dean was screaming, “He’s mine, he’s mine!”

 

Malfoy urged his Nimbus
2001 towards them and caught Harry’s waist.

 

WHOOSH, WHOOSH. Two
bludgers were sent. It was Crabbe and Goyle for Pritchard, Dean and their
‘friend’ Draco.

 

"OUCH!" cried
Graham.

 

“IMBECILE STOP THAT!”
screamed Malfoy furiously towards his ‘friends’.

 

“DRACO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
ARE YOU CRAZY?” It was Pansy Parkinson.

 

“STOP IMMEDIATELY!” yelled
the Quidditch referee. “I’VE NEVER SEEN THIS HAPPEN BEFORE.”

 

Harry was finally released
from his aggressors with the help of Ron, Ginny, Natalie, The Creevey brothers,
Nott and even Pansy.

 

“PENALTY! PENALTY TO
GRYFFINDOR” shouted Madame Hooch.

  nce nce again, Harry turned
his head towards the Slytherin’s row and saw his Potions Master almost
straddling the metallic bar of the stand and was screaming angrily at Harry’s
attackers.

 

Natalie took the penalty
and scored.

 

“FIFTY-ZERO TO
GRYFFINDOR!" grumbled Seamus.

 

Harry was much more focused
on the search of the snitch now. He couldn’t let this match last much longer.
It was his virtue... or almost... that was in danger.

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“
“Slytherin in possession,
Parkinson who flies straight towards the goalposts – Argh – She scores.
Fifty-ten to Gryffindor,” said a disappointed Seamus. “MERLIN, IT CAN’T BE
TRUE!”

 

“Mister Malfoy, it’s the
snitch you are to catch, not Mister Potter’s posterior!” yelled Madame Hooch
furiously. “Another penalty to Gryffindor.”

 

Harry was beyond furious.
He didn’t like hands other than his lover’s on him. He urged his Firebolt far
from Malfoy once again. He didn’t look at Severus, but guessed what his love
would think and possibly do.

 

Ginny took the penalty and
scored. She was an excellent chaser, as were Natalie and Dean, when he was in
his normal state.

 

Seamus was looking at
Harry’s body with carnal hunger and jealousy when he said, “SEXY-TEN TO
GRYFFIN...”

 

“Mister Finnegan!” hissed
his Head of House.

 

“Sorry, Professor. I wanted
to say SIXTY-TEN TO GRYFFINDOR.”

 

Severus’ breathing was
uneven. He was beyond everything. So furious that he wanted to kill everyone.
It was so hard to watch his Harry being touched by others or hear the comments
of that stupid brat known as Finnegan. Harry was his. He belonged to him. Everyone should know that and that it was easy
to understand, wasn’t it? How dare they try to provoke him? How dare they try
to touch or even look at his precious lover? It was very difficult for him to
control himself and not hex those imbeciles until they didn’t know anymore the
simple definition of the word ‘desir
&
 

“Gryffindor in possession.
Thomas who – YES, YES!!! Bravo Dean! SEVENTY-TEN TO GRYFFINDOR.”

 

Pansy Parkinson was
scowling at her team. They were humiliating themselves. And to watch Draco lusting
after a Gryffindor, it was beyond what she could bear. For a long time now, she
had understood that she could never have Draco because she knew he was gay. And
as hard as it was for her, Draco being gay was one thing, watching Draco desire
a Gryffindor was an entirely different thing. She was extremely disgusted and
had to look past the blond.

 

Harry was flying towards
the Slytherin goalposts. He turned his head towards his lover and smiled at him
when he caught his gaze. His professor didn’t smile back and Harry understood.
At his look, he guessed he was still furious and very, very jealous. The boy
looked somewhere else and smiled more. His love was mad for him and Harry
adored that.

 

“Slytherin ing ing for the
goal. NOOOO – ARGH – Nott scores. SEVENTY-TWENTY TO GRYFFINDOR.”

 

Harry caught a golden
sliver near the ground of the Slytherin goalpost so he plunged down.

 

Malfoy was too far away
from Harry to catch him. The raven-haired boy felt the heat of triumph burning
through his heart, which was beating very fast. It was the last match of this
school year and the last of his life at Hogwarts and he wanted to win it.

 

The golden snitch was
there. So close now. Harry was about to catch it when he felt a heavy body
hitting his and squeezed it firmly.

 

Blaise Zabini had
abandonned his goal when he had seen Harry so nearby. And, now, he was kissing
the boy’s neck, his hair.

 

“GET OFF!” yelled Harry,
still trying to follow the snitch.

 

“THAT’S MY
HARRRRRRYYYYYYYY!” was screaming a very crazy Seamus.

 

“I'VE GOT TO BE DREAMING,”
shouted angrily Madame Hooch. “STOP THAT AT ONCE, ZABINI!!!”

 

“GET OFF OF ME!”

 

“You’re so sexy, baby.
Don’t move. You’re in the best position,” said the Slytherin.

 

“GOD! GET OFF! GET OFF!”

 

“LEAVE HIM ALONE ZABINI!” screamed the Quidditich coach, who was
flying towards them now.

 

They were about one meter
above the ground and Harry wanted to get down off his broomstick. He couldn't
manage to push the stronger boy away. Harry felt the heavy body lightening then
nothing. Zabini was not glued to him anymore. He saw Malfoy, not too far in
front of him and the snitch was about mid-way between them. He flew quickly in
a straight direction towards the blond. Harry urged his Firebolt as fast as he
could. He wanted it. He wanted Gryffindor’s victory. His hands were stretched
out, just as Malfoy’s were and at the same time they threw themselves forward.
Harry caught the snitch and Draco caught Harry’s hand. Harry had been the first
to arrive.

 

Hunger brightened in the
silver-grey eyes and the Slytherin was about to pounce on the Gryffindor when
two hands caught Malfoy off of his Nimbus. It was a very angry Professor Snape,
who had already dragged Blaise Zabini far away from his lover and was going to
do the same thing with the blond and punish them correctly.

 

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Harry was walking towards
the dungeons. All the Gryffindors had celebrated the team's victory and Harry
was completely happy.

 

“Where have you been?”
asked Severus with anger as he saw his love entered his office. “You’re late.
You were to rejoin me at 8 o’clock, precisely.”

 

“Severus,” Harry laughed.
“You're joking, aren't you?”

 

The boy stopped laughing at
his lover’s glare.

 

“Sev, it’s just 8:10.”

 

“And who were you with?”
asked the black-haired man. He was scowling more forcefully.

 

“With Ron,” sighed the boy
exasperated. “We were helping Hagrid to control his new creatures.” Harry
stopped and added, “Don’t be such a brute, Severus.”

 

“I’m not a brute.” Harry
raised an eyebrow. “It’s just that where you are concerned, I can’t help myself
not dying inside with jealousy. And the events of this morning did not help me
at all.”

 

Harry giggled.

 

“You’re so gorgeous that I
wonder what you see in me. It’s too beautifu be be real,” replied the man a
little sheepish and sad.

 

“What I see in you?” repeat
Harry, who was very stunned now. “I thought it was obvious. For years, I didn’t
want to recognize itm but now I know. I’ve always been attracted to you. At
first not in a sexual or loving way, but you fascinated me. However, you were
so cruel to me and you were rather talented in fueling my anger and resentment,
and I just couldn’t pounce on you and say, ‘Fuck me senseless, Sev.’”

 

The young man stroked
Severus’ cheek tenderly and continued, “I love you and what I see in you cannot
be described. It’s wordless and too powerful. However, I can say that you are
like a part of me, my missing half. I’m completely happy when I’m with you,
only with you.”

 

Severus lowered his head
and looked at the floor, swallowing hard. His body was shaking slightly.

 

“Look at me, Severus.”

 

He didn’t move. So, Harry
came a little closer, put his hand under his chin - the other still stroking
the warm cheek – and tilted his face up to look at him in his eyes.

 

“You believe you aren’t
beautiful, but you mistake yourself. You are wonderful, gorgeous, sexy,
intelligent, and clever; you are a powerful wizard. You are the kind of person
everyone wants to find and keep forever. And the most important thing is,”
Harry grinned teasingly, “you are a god in bed.”

 

Severus laughed happily.

 

“And you are mine,” said
Harry finally before catching his lover’s lips tenderly. When they broke, the
Gryffindor added, “And I have the best man for me right here in my arms, so
don’t be jealous.” He resumed the kiss that became more passionate this time.

 

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The following evening,
Harry, Ron and Hermione were leaving the library when they heard a woman call
Harry’s name.

 

“Mister Potter,” called
Madame Pomfrey again, breathlessly. She was running towards him with a sort of
spray in her right hand. “Mister Potter,” she added, now standing in front of
the boy. “I have to spray a little of this potion on you. The doctors and
researchers at St. Mungo's recommend this. They believe they might have found
what is wrong.”

 

Harry’s heart missed a
beat. He could feel the hope invade him.

 

“All right, Madame Pomfrey.
Go on.”

 

“If it turns bright gold,
it would mean that they’ve found the cause. If it stays blue...”

 

Harry nodded to show that
he had understood. Ron and Hermione were looking in hope too, but also as
worried as Harry was.

 

Madame Pomfrey lifted her
hand and sprayed him with the contents in the bottle. A sort of blue cloud of
steam wrapped Harry’s body.

 

They were all waiting
impatiently, more and more worried when the blue cloud took a golden colour,
then shone as a bright gold.

 

They all laughed with
relief and joy.

 

“Gold,” said the
medi-witch. “I have to inform the Headmaster and then go to St Mungo’s hospital
immediately.” She was already leaving...

 

“Please, Madame Pomfrey,”
began Harry, begging.

 

She stopped and came back
towards the Gryffindors.

 

“I must warn you that the
potion in the spray is a powerful sort of indicator of your attraction.
Unfortunately, you’ll attract more than ever during the evening ahead. I advise
you to return immediately to your tower and to not leave from there until
tomorrow morning. It’ll be over by then.”

 

She was leaving again.

 

“Madame Pomfrey...”

 

“I’ll tell you later Mister
Potter, when I come back from St Mungo” yelled the medinurse who was almost
running now.

 

“You’ll attract more than
before Harry,” said Hermione. “We have to go now.”

 

Harry and Ron nodded and
they left the corridor outside the library very fast. The raven-haired boy
remembered he had a rendezvous with Severus tonight however and he didn’t want
to miss it. He’ll just have to use his invisibility cloak and if his power of
attraction had increased significantly, it promised to be a passionate night.

 

Harry grinned.