Mmm Mmm Good

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Harry left Draco on the desk and slid to his feet, reaching down for his clothes that had been scattered in their earlier fervor. He performed a Cleansing Spell and slipped on his boxers and jeans. He put on his shirt but left the over-robe off.

Then he turned to Draco. He looked very peaceful as he lay on the desk. His chest was moving up and down slowly as he breathed. Harry thought he looked kind of nice this way.

He knew he couldn’t leave him like that, though. He went around, collecting Draco’s clothes. He cleaned up Draco and redressed him as best he could. It was difficult when his body was limp and uncooperative.

Finally, Draco was moderately dressed and Harry cast a Levitation Spell on his body, much like Dobby had done down in the kitchens.

He walked slowly out of the room, levitating Draco in front of him and making his way back to the Hospital Wing. His robe was slung over his arm as he walked down several staircases until he came to the Wing.

He pushed open the door and moved Draco over to a linen-covered bed and set him gently down. Then he went in search of Madam Pomfrey.

“Madam Pomfrey?” he called softly into the silence of the Hospital Wing.

A few seconds later, she came bustling out, pulling her dressing gown tighter around herself. She took one look at Harry and then Draco and rolled her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you back here after dueling? What did you do this time, Potter?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Harry exclaimed.

“Mhmm,” she murmured, going over to Draco and feeling his forehead. “Then why is Mr. Malfoy unconscious once again in my Wing?”

“I don’t know. He just—” Harry trailed away, not wanting to tell her what exactly had happened this time.

“He just what, Mr. Potter?” Madam Pomfrey said briskly, still checking over Draco. When Harry didn’t answer, she straightened up and fixed him with a hard look. “Mr. Potter, if you know something that will help, I need you to tell me!”

Harry fidgeted and bit his lower lip, staring at the ground and refusing to meet her eyes. “Well, I—we… I went with him to his dorm like you said…”

“And then what? Potter, you have to tell me,” she said firmly.

“He k-kissed me and…” Harry stuttered his response, feeling embarrassed to tell her. “And then he went to his dormitory. I went back to Gryffindor tower but he followed me and then he…”

Madam Pomfrey was watching Harry closely now, momentarily forgetting about Draco, who lay on the bed, breathing peacefully.

“He what, Potter?”

Harry took a breath and stared determinedly at the floor. “Do I really have to say it?” he asked, his face flushing.

“You had sexual intercourse?” Madam Pomfrey supplied briskly.

Harry’s eyes shot wide open and he blushed deeply. It sounded so bad coming from her mouth. He kept his eyes on the floor. “Yes,” he mumbled. “Then he collapsed again.”

“Hmph, overexertion,” she muttered to herself, turning back to Draco. “There was a reason I told you not to duel with him, Potter. The potion he took can be triggered if the drinker exerts too much energy shortly after taking it. The side-affects are often linked to a repressed sexual desire.”

“Repressed sexual desire?” Harry repeated. That didn’t sound good. “What does that mean?”

“It simply means that the potion’s side-affects, if triggered, can force the drinker to exert a hidden emotion over something they’ve oppressed.”

“You mean, I’m—” Harry started but stopped. “… Oh God.”

Madam Pomfrey just ignored Harry as she tended to Draco. She was waving her wand over Draco’s body and muttering different spells than before. She reached over and grabbed a powder and sprinkled it over his body.

Before long, Draco was stirring. He pushed himself up on the bed groggily and groaned. Sitting up, he looked around him and groaned louder.

“Oh, not again!” he moaned, recognizing where he was. He glanced over and saw Harry and Madam Pomfrey and flopped back down on the bed.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey said, leaning over him and checking his body. “Are you feeling alright? Your flu is gone, but the side-affects of the potion affected you.”

“What side-affects?” Draco demanded. He glanced at Harry, but Harry was carefully avoiding his gaze, instead pretending to be very interested in a poster that hung on the wall, talking about the proper technique for washing hands.

“Nothing to worry about,” Madam Pomfrey, fluffing up Draco’s pillow. “Just a few repressed desires coming through. It shouldn’t hurt anything.”

“Repressed desires…?” Draco asked slowly, glancing at Harry again and his eyebrows furrowing.

“Yes, I’m sure Mr. Potter will be able to explain,” she said simply. “You’re free to go, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter, if you would accompany him to the dungeons, and this time, I really don’t want to see you back here, you understand?”

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey,” Harry mumbled, moving sluggishly towards the door and waiting for Draco to join him.

Draco cast a questioning glance at Madam Pomfrey, but she said nothing more. He shook his head, slightly confused, and slid off the bed, joining Harry at the door.

Harry pushed open the door without a word and set off for the dungeons for the second time that evening. He didn’t speak to Draco as they headed for the Entrance Hall and the door that lead to the dungeon corridors.

Draco trailed behind him, trying to figure out just what Madam Pomfrey had meant. Finally, he sped up to walk next to Harry.

“Potter, what did Pomfrey mean? What repressed desires?”

Harry sped up slightly and Draco followed. “Um, it’s nothing,” he said quickly. He was a little disturbed by the thought that Draco had a repressed desire for himself. He had never thought of Draco like that, but now that it had happened, he couldn’t stop the pictures that formed in his mind.

“Potter!” Draco demanded. “Tell me now!”

“It’s—you—Apparently, if the person who drank that potion, you, gets overly excited or uses too much energy too soon after, there can be side-affects… And, well… I guess you used too much energy. And you kind of… Well, we… I mean—”

“What, Potter?!” Draco exclaimed. “What the fuck did you do?”

“It wasn’t me,” Harry said, stopping suddenly in the dark corridor. He turned around to face Draco, who was looking indignant. “You came on to me. You kissed me and then we shagged, good enough?”

Draco was silent for a moment, staring at Harry, his face blank. “But I—I wouldn’t… you—”

“I what, Malfoy?” Harry asked, taking a step closer to him.

“I don’t even like you, Potter!”

“The potion says otherwise,” Harry said, moving another step forward.

“But you’re a Gryffindor!”

“So?”

“Slytherins do not sleep with Gryffindors!”

“Who are you trying to convince, here?”

Draco was silent for a moment. In the dark, Harry couldn’t see his expression. Finally, Draco spoke. “How many?”

“What?” Harry asked, confused by the question. “How many what?”

“How many have there been, Potter?”

“Er…” Harry said, caught off guard by the question. “I dunno, maybe five or so?”

There was silence again and Harry wondered what was happening. He didn’t understand why Draco was asking these questions

“Did you enjoy it, Potter?”

“Yes?” Harry said, unsure of the answer.

“Either you did, or you didn’t. Which is it, Potter?” Harry could hear the bite in the voice and knew Draco was growing impatient.

“Yes, I did, okay?” he said. He had to admit that it had been quite enjoyable, even if it had been Malfoy. He couldn’t deny that Draco was good in bed and very hot.

“Would you do it again?”

Harry paused for a moment, thinking. It was a loaded question, he knew. If he said no, Draco might kill him. If he said yes, then it was like he was agreeing to some sort of relationship with Malfoy. The question was did he want to do it again?

“Malfoy, why me?”

“What?”

Harry took a breath and repeated the question. “Why do like me? You could have anyone.”

There was silence again and Harry wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have said anything.

Through the dark, he saw Draco’s figure moving closer. He could feel his body heat nearing and wondered what was going to happen.

“Potter,” Draco said thoughtfully, and Harry felt Draco’s hand sliding up his chest. “You have no faith in yourself.” The hand moved up Harry’s chest and slid around the nape of Harry’s neck. “Why do you doubt that someone would want you?” Harry felt his head being pushed forward slightly. “I mean, who wouldn’t want you?” Harry could feel Draco’s warm breath ghosting over his lips now and couldn’t stop as his heart began to beat faster in his chest.

“But, I’m not—” Harry started but was cut off as he felt Draco’s warm lips pressed against his.

He melted into the kiss as Draco’s probing tongue swiped his lower lip, begging for entrance. Harry opened his mouth slightly, allowing the warm, moist tongue in. Draco’s tongue moved slowly and deliberately inside the hot caverns of Harry’s mouth.

Draco’s hand tangled into Harry’s dark hair, fisting the soft strands. Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as the kiss continued, slow and sweet.

At long last, Draco pulled away. His hand let go of Harry’s hair and slid off his neck.

Harry stood in the corridor, staring at Draco through the dark. He was still having trouble believing this was all happening.

“So,” Draco said quietly, breaking the silence. “Do you want to do it again?”

Harry didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, slowly, he raised a hand to his lips, feeling where Draco had kissed him. He looked up at Draco and gave a small smile. “Yeah,” he said softly. He heard Draco give a soft sigh and smiled.

“Good,” Draco said, moving forward once more. “Because it wouldn’t have stopped me if you had said no.”

Harry laughed slightly and could see Draco smiling. Draco moved in and kissed Harry softly. “I think I can make it back on my own,” he whispered.

“Just don’t collapse again, okay?”

“Alright,” Draco agreed seriously. Harry turned to leave. “And, Harry,” Harry stopped, “Same time tomorrow?”

Harry smiled. “Deal, just no more trips to the Hospital Wing, alright? Madam Pomfrey knows too much already.”

“Agreed,” Draco said, smirking.

Harry grinned and turned around, making his way back to Gryffindor tower, knowing he had much to conceal from Hermione that night.


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A/N: It's over! :) Please review one last time! Should I write more like this or stick to long, detailed fics or short, oneshots? :)