Pure Manevolence

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Heres the next installment.
Disclaimer: Just reminding you that JK owns all this, and I dont make a cent for it. The smut is mine and yours.


Harry trailed after Ron and Hermione into the dungeon, his head down to avoid drawing attention to himself. He quickly found his desk and glanced up towards the front where Snape sat, busy cutting up roots and placing them in a simmering cauldron on his desk. He finished up and stood and surveyed the classroom. His eyes paused on Harry for a split second.
“Quiet down, todays potion is on the board. Most of you should have no problem with this, it is simple enough for even the most feeble of brains.” He pointedly looked at Neville with a sneer.
The class seemed to drag on forever. Harry worked diligently, not daring to move or think beyond the task in front of him. His potion turned out better than usual, finally turning the deep, thick green consistency as indicated on the board. This strategy worked for awhile as he got lost in making the potion, but soon enough his mind began to wander back to the happenings of the previous night. New scenes flooded into his mind, each more disturbing then the last.
'Wow Harry, nice job!” Hermione said looking into his cauldron. Harry jumped at her voice.
“Oh, er thanks Hermione.” he replied. Involuntarily he found his eyes search out the blonde Slytherin. Malfoy was stooped over his cauldron, stirring it aimlessly with a blank expression on his face. Harry found he couldn't stop staring at the boy, remembering the feel of his naked skin and cool kiss. The way he groaned when Harry licked along his snail trail, the way he made Harry scream shake with pleasure as he came in to the palm of Malfoys hand.
Harry quickly shook his head, clearing the thought. It was too absurd, frightening, sickening. After all Malfoy was his mortal enemy, he hated his smarmy sneer and evil ways. How could he have done that with the person he hated most? A male nonetheless! Harry had never had any homosexual tendencies before, this all added to his confusion. He tried to bring his attention back to his potion.
“Quiet down class. Put an vial of your potion on my desk and clean up. Quickly and quietly.” Snape drawled as he rose from his desk. “Potter and Malfoy, you can both stay behind.” He stated nodding at each of the boys. Harry gulped, his heart thudding with dread. The class quickly cleaned up and left, Ron and Hermione giving Harry sympathetic shrugs and smiles as they left. Soon it was just Harry, Draco and Snape left alone in the room. The boys approached Snape desk, Harry felt Dracos eyes on him, he looked up and met them and saw the same confusion and curiosity in them that he felt.
“Now would one of you explain why I did not get my fungi-aphrodi like I asked.” Snape towered over them, his hands clenched on his desk. “It was not a difficult task, but I see now that it was far too complex for your enfeebled brains.” Neither Harry or Draco spoke up, each keeping their eyes downcast. “Now I dont care why you couldnt find the plant and bring it to me, however it shows you did not complete your detentions, therefore you will both meet me here tonight to clean out and organise the ingredients cupboard.” Snape dismissed them with a wave. Harry turned and made his way out of the classroom. He could feel Malfoy following him, strangely this made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and a nervousness settle in the pit of his stomach. As he entered the hall, for a split second he forgot which direction he was going, he dazedly spun around and collided hard into Malfoy. The boys stumbled backwards, Malfoy grabbed Harry's arm to steady himself.
“Watch it Potter!” Malfoy yelped, his hand still on Harry's arm. Draco quickly realized this and dropped it abruptly,a red flush spreading across his face. Harry took a deep breath, and steadied himself. “Malfoy, we need to talk about... about what happened.” Harry bravely said.
Draco scowled deeply and muttered darkly, “I have no idea what you are talking about Potter. Do not talk to me again...ever.” He turned and stormed down the hall, a bemused Harry staring after him. He was utterly confused, the usual hatred he felt for Malfoy stronger than ever. The rest of the day passed in a blur. Scattered, dreamlike images of his naked body entwined into Malfoys randomly entering his mind from time to time, causing him to drop books, snap quills, yelp and bump into things. By the end of the day people had learnt to stay well clear of him. Even Ron and Hermione were keeping him at a cautious distance, occasionally asking him if he was feeling alright and suggesting he go to see Madam Pomfrey.
Malfoy wasn't at dinner he noted. He had almost skipped it himself but for the intense rumbling in his stomach. He sat slumped over his food, poking idly at some peas. He was dreading having detention again with Malfoy. He cringed at the thought of the tension that was sure to be present between them, he was sure Malfoy would want to kill him. Harry had never felt so hopelessly confused.