Punishments of a carnal nature

As
Harry came back to himself he realized two things. One Snape’s door was
slightly ajar and two, people were staring at him. Blushing profusely the
seventh year quickly cleaned and tucked the now flaccid member away.

After
mentally preparing himself Harry gathered the needed sample into an awaiting
container. The Gryffindor walked proudly, despite his embarrassment to his
table and took his seat.

The
sallow faced potions master drank in the seekers’ proud posture inwardly he
smirked this was just how he expected Potter to respond to his classmates
seeing him stroke himself to completion. Harry was mortified but he had too
much pride in himself to let it show. Severus was proud of him and chose to
show this in his own way.

“What
are the rest of you waiting on?! While the other seven males obtain their
samples the woman should be busy cutting the nightshade and other ingredients
for the potion we are making. Just so you know Malfoy your sample shall be used
by Miss Granger’s group. Next week these jobs will be switched so that no one
can say I am sexist. Now get to work all of you!”

Snape
sneered as the remaining boys lined up to get their sample containers…

An
hour into the lesson eight cauldrons were simmering as well as emitting the
correct shade of pink smoke.

“When
the color of your smoke changes to a shade of violet your potion is ready to be
tested.” Severus smiled before going on. If your sample was used then your partner
must be the test subject. Miss Granger since Mr. Malfoy gave you his sample you
and Miss Patil may choose between you who will test it.” Snape swirled around
and walked back to his desk leaving his pupils to their own devices.

The
sixteen students worked on in silence until twenty minutes later when Harry’s smoke
turned a raging shade of violet. Harry nodded to Draco and held his breath as
his lover drank deeply. To the blonde it seemed as though everyone was staring
at him.

Probably
waiting and hoping that Harry and I have fucked up the potion and that I’ll end
up offing myself because of it…
thought the Slytherin glumly. Oh bloody hell it’s getting a smidge warm in
here. Quick think of something else, anything else! Umm, Crabbe and Goyle
shagging in my bed. Yeah that did it I’m not hot anymore. I feel like I’m going
to blow chunks but otherwise I am all good…

Young
master Malfoy had unknowingly claimed his mental victory too soon because
without warning the bone chilling images of misters Crabbe and Goyle in the act
of lovemaking morphed into one of he and Harry. In Draco’s image however he
was the dominant one. He and Harry had been lovers for two months now and despite
all his pleas Harry would never agree to bottom.

Before
he knew what was happening Harry’s lips had been captured in the fiercest most
passionate kiss he had ever experienced in his seventeen years. The seekers
arms reacted of their own accord, snaking themselves around Malfoys waist. His
ears registered nothing as Harry’s cock twitched to life once again. It was at
that moment that the Gryffindor decided he was tired of lying to himself as
well as his friends. This thought firmly in his mind Harry returned Draco’s
kiss with equal enthusiasm …