Pure Manevolence

A strange drowsiness seemed to be seeping through Harry, making him feel like he had drunk several glasses of fire -whisky. He ran his hands over his arms feeling the softness and sudden sensitivity of his skin. He picked up the half eaten flower and studied it closely. He didn’t realise how beautiful it was, it was glorious. Without thinking he popped the rest of it in his mouth and enjoyed the honey like taste of it. He sunk to the ground, feeling he needed to sit to stop himself floating away. He glanced up at Draco who was staring down at him, a mixture of haziness and confusion on his face.
“Potter.” He whispered, and then sat on the ground in front of Harry.
The boys sat staring at each other for what seemed like hours. “What was that flower?” Harry said. “I feel…” Harry left the sentence unfinished and blushed.
Draco shook his head forcefully and muttered, “Not good, this is not good, this is not right.” He shuffled closer to Harry. “Potter, I think we should go back to the castle right now.”
Strangely, Harry looked unhappy at the idea. The boys both nodded, however made no move to leave the forest, but continued staring into each others eyes.
The cool beauty in Draco’s eyes suddenly struck Harry, his silver hair glowing in the moonlight, and his lips so soft and full. He found himself pondering over what Dracos body would look like, how his skin would feel. In turn, Draco marvelled at the sparkling green in Harry’s eyes, and admired the angles of his face. Both boys appeared to be fighting some inner battle, trying to reject the effects of the flower, yet wanting to give in to it as well.
“Why cant we Harry, just for tonight, forget our rivalry.” Draco picked up another flower and hinted to it. Harry grinned and picked a flower from his bucket. “Yes… I think that would be a good idea. In fact, a excellent idea.” Smiling at each other, the boys both popped the flowers into their mouths and chewed in delight. It didn’t take long before the flowers effects kicked in.

Draco moved to Harry, closing the gap between them. The power of the extra flower had silenced the voice in his head, and obliterated any hatred towards Harry Potter. Harry felt nothing except a blissful haze, in which the young man before him was not Draco Malfoy, his enemy, but a beautiful vision.
Draco pressed himself up against Harry and wrapped his arms around him. Harry responded instantly by pressing his lips against Draco’s in a violent kiss. Draco pushed Harry backwards, winding, and exhilarating him. He boys hurriedly started ripping off their clothes, throwing them in a pile by their side. They kneeled in front of each other, naked and puffing, the chill of the night air not touching their sweating bodies. They leapt towards each other, grabbing and smashing their lips and tongues together. Their hands exploring the fineness and budding masculinity of each other’s bodies. Harry was surprised to find a small patch of hair running down Draco’s chest. He ran his hands over it, roughly pinching his nipples. Harry smiled as he felt Dracos shaft grow hard and rub itself along the inside of his thigh, gently moving against his balls.
“I still hate you Potter,” Draco struggled to say.
“Shut up,” Harry replied through their kiss. He found his hand sliding down Draco’s lithe body as the other boy silkily licked his ear.
“Touch me Potter,” he whispered, making Harry quiver and grow even harder, his erection pressing against Draco’s.
Harry reached down and grasped Draco’s erection, he lightly ran his fingers over the shaft, finally with the blonde boys begging he started moving his hand back and forth over the shaft, slightly pinching the tip. In turn, Dracos fingers found Harrys member and replicated his moves, enjoying the silky smoothness of Harry shaft. Draco dug his fingers into Harrys arse cheek leaving deep indentations, as he felt himself drawing to a close. He sensed the Gryffindor was close too. The young men were furiously kissing and stroking each other, years of passionate hatred being translated into passionate lust. It was almost too much to bear. With brutal moans it was over as quickly as it had begun, each of them coming with such a rush as they had never before felt. They both slumped to the ground, legs shaking and exhausted

“I'm supposed to hate you, I know I am, but all I can feel is lust. Nothing else matters in the world, except that I’m here with you, Harry.” Draco said slowly.
Silver eyes searched green ones for a shared understanding.
“I know, lets just forget all that for now and enjoy this high.” Harry answered, lightly stroking Draco’s cheek.
The boys spent what seemed like hours lying in a dream like state of bliss, not talking, but enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. Fogginess settled over their minds and they eventually both fell into a deep slumber…