Pure Manevolence

Harry woke up the next morning in his bed with a shocking headache, a slight haze still hung around his foggy mind. He sat up, trying to work out why he felt so strange and achy. He realised he could remember nothing of the previous nights events. He tried to put the pieces together in his mixed up mind. He had a detention with Malfoy. They went to the forest, and collected flowers. And then what? He strained his mind, but it was still foggy. Random images flashed into his mind.

They were…wrestling in the grass, they had eaten the flowers.
They had had a fight, Harry surmised. That was expected, and probably explained why he felt so sore and woozy today. Suddenly a new image entered his head.

Malfoy in his arms, his lips pressed against his. His hand gliding down his body to grasp his…

“No!” Harry yelped sitting bolt upright in bed. Where the hell had that come from, he thought panicky. Why would he think such as disgusting, obscene thing?
“Harry, what are you yelling about?” a disgruntled Ron called from his bed.
“Just… a bad dream Ron, go back to sleep.”
This however startled Ron wide awake. “About… you know who? I mean… it isn’t another one of those dreams is it.”
“No nothing like that.”
Suddenly Ron sat up in bed, staring at Harry, with a strange look on his face.
“Harry, why are you wearing a slytherin tie?”

Startled, Harry looked down and saw that he was still dressed in his uniform, except with the new addition of the green striped slytherin tie.

“I have no idea,” he quickly replied. “Must be someone’s idea of a joke.”
Ron gave him a suspicious look and rolled over to go back to sleep. Harry slid the tie from around his neck, folded it up and put it under his pillow. Jumbled, confused thoughts flashed through his head. Images of Malfoys naked body pressed against his, their hands fondling and grasping each other’s cocks. What had happened last night? What had the flowers done to them? He searched his mind for an answer, a clue, any memory. But his brain was drained and sluggish.

He rolled out of bed and dragged himself to the showers. As he stripped off and stepped under the water he noticed a number of bite marks and scratches across his stomach, as he ran his hands over his torso, another memory flashed into his mind.
Malfoys mouth was on his neck, biting hard. He moved down Harrys body leaving a small trail of bite marks. Harry grabbed a handfull of silvery blonde hair and pushed the head downwards forcing Malfoy to take his swollen member in his mouth. Malfoys fingers scratced down Harrys body, ending at his buttocks where they grasped the smooth soft flesh.

Harry was not sure how long he stood in the shower, a stunned lapse immobalising him. He only snapped back to attention when the hot water began too turn cold. He fumbled out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed.
The Gryffindor common room was empty by the time Harry reached it. Glancing at the time, he rushed out of the tower and made his way to the Great Hall. The Hall was still packed with students, breakfast having only just begun. He quickly found Hermione and Ron and slipped in beside them.
“Harry, what took you so long? You look like you havent slept for a week! What happened at the detention last night?” Hermione asked, curiosity etched across her face.
“You didnt end up in a fight with Malfoy did you? I bet he was irritating you and trying to antagonise you. Did you beat him off in the end?” Ron asked as he reached for a pastie.
Harry jumped and dropped his glass of pumpkin juice. “What!” He snapped, “I didn't beat... I mean...” Harry stuttered before he realised what Ron was saying.
“Harry! Whats gotten into you!” Ron asked.
“Im sorry,” Harry muttered as he vanished the spilt juice. “I, uh, had a bad night.”
“Yes well thats understandable. Anyone who had too spend any time with Malfoy I feel sorry for.” Ron said as he speared a potato with his fork. “But by the look on his face, I think he didnt have too great a night either.” Ron pointed to the Slytherin table.
Harry slowly turned around and scanned the Slytherin table, his eyes coming to rest on the blonde. Malfoy looked as dishheavelled and confused as Harry felt. He was gripping a goblet and picking idely at his food. Suddenly he glanced up and met Harrys eyes. Startled he jumped up from his seat and fled the hall, leaving a cconfused Crabbe and Goyle sitting dazed at his sudden departure. Harry finished his breakfast in silence, a deep feeling of dread settling in the bottom of his stomach. Questions flooded his mind. What did Malfoy remember? What will happen when he runs into him next? And will he ever remember what exactly happened last night?
“Come on Harry,” Hermione tapped him on the shoulder.”We have to go to Potions.”
Harry stood and followed his friends out of the hall.
“What a way to start the day, a class with Snape, and the Slytherins.” Ron sighed.
Harry gulped, one of his questions was about to be answered.