Stand Up For Judas

Stand Up For Judas

7
"Much More Fun"


     Harry stood in the potions cupboard, his fists clenched, tears still streaming down his face. That fucking bastard. How dare he, how fucking dare he! Did he think Harry was some sort of toy he could just pick up and play with whenever he wanted? It wasn't fair.
     Attempting to calm himself down, Harry started collecting the ingredients for their dilute Amortentia. He didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't exactly go and punch Malfoy in the face right in the middle of a lesson, as much as he wanted to. Not only would he be in a truck load of trouble, but people don't just go round hitting other people without valid reasons, and he certainly wasn‘t up to explaining himself. Letting the whole school know he wanted to sleep with Malfoy was not on the top of Harry’s to do list.
     The jar of frozen Ashwinder eggs Harry had just picked up slipped from his hand, smashing on the stone floor of the store room. Sleep with Malfoy? Had he really thought that? It took all Harry’s will power to stop him sinking to the floor. He’d have to talk to Hermione about curing this stupid infatuation soon.
     ‘Gods’ Harry moaned to himself, ‘I want to sleep with Malfoy.’ He ran his hands through his hair, his anger mixing with self-pity. He was fucking furious at the blonde, he’d sworn more in the last ten minutes than he had his whole life, but for some completely inexplicable reason he wanted to get in Malfoy's pants.
     Harry felt his cock twitch as erotic thoughts of him and Draco come back in to his head, the first time since he'd been caught staring in the prefects bathroom.
     ‘Harry? You got those ingredients yet mate?’ Harry’s head whipped round at the sound of Ron’s voice.
     ‘Er, yeah, just dropped the Ashwinder eggs.’ He pointed his wand at the broken jar, muttering ‘reparo’, and the pieces of jar flew back together, leaving the eggs on the floor. Harry sighed and knelt down to pick them up, hoping that his face wasn’t too tear streaked. Ron followed suit, reaching for an egg.
     ‘Ow! Bloody hell!’ Ron shouted, rapidly withdrawing his hand and sucking his fingers ‘Those things are hot!’
     ‘But they’re supposed to be froze-’ Harry didn’t have time to finish the sentence before the first of the Ashwinder eggs burst in to flame.
     ‘Quick, get them back in the jar!’ He yelled, pointing his wand at the nearest one ‘Locomotor!’ the egg shot forwards into the jar, nearly breaking it again. After hastily stamping out the burning egg, Ron joined in firing spells at the now smouldering eggs, causing three of them to fly in to the air and a forth to explode on the spot.
     ‘Ron, Harry, what on earth do you think your doing!’ Hermione stood in the doorway, her eyebrows raised. The rest of the class were leaning in their direction as well with a mixture of worried and amused expressions on their faces.
     ‘Eggs. Burning.’ Ron gasped, his eyebrows singed from the exploded egg.
     ‘Oh for heavens sake!’ Herminie exclaimed, waving her wand so that the last of the eggs rolled gently in to the jar and the lid screwed itself on. Ron bent gingerly to pick it up.
     ‘This isn’t going to bust in to flames on me, is it?’
     ‘Don’t be silly,’ Hermione scolded ‘It’s got a cooling charm on it. Ashwinder eggs spontaneously combust unless kept below minus ten degrees Celsius. Honestly, Ron, it says so in the book you were just looking at!’
     ‘Well I didn’t know that!’ Ron retorted ‘Harry’s pages were stuck together so I couldn’t possibly have read it!’
     ‘What’s wrong with your own book, then?’ Hermione put her hands on her hips.
     ‘Nothing, its just, well, Harry’s is-’ Ron stammered, quelling under Hermione’s hard gaze.
     ‘Ron, that book won't be there to help you in the exam.’ She sighed.
     ‘I know that,’ Ron started, but gave up ‘C’mon Harry’ he muttered, retreating from the cupboard.
     Harry followed willingly, not wanting to get caught up in an argument between the newly forged couple again, and grateful for the distraction from Malfoy making the potion would provide. He picked up the Half-Blood Prince’s copy of Advanced Potion Making, flicking to the page for Amortentia Minor that was written on the board, only to find it had been stuck to the next one.
     ‘Yeah, I didn’t know what to do about that,’ Ron said, noticing Harry’s difficulty with the book, ‘Didn’t want to pull it apart in case it ripped or something.’ Harry glanced across at Hermione, who’d already started on her and Ernie’s potion.
     ‘Er, Hermione, do you know any un-sticking charms?’ He asked, but she ignored him. He sighed, and looked back at the book. ‘I guess we’re just going to have to pull it open then’ Harry started to peel the pages apart, careful not to let them tear. The Half-Blood Prince seemed to have made a lot of amendments to this page, and there was another one of his home-made spells written in the margin: ‘Lujuriatentia’, with the caption ‘much more fun’. Harry didn’t have time to puzzle over it, though, Professor Slughorn had already started to walk around the classroom and inspect peoples cauldrons.
     Slowly, the room started to fill with the spiral smoke Harry recognised from their first lesson of the year and the same distant look appeared in the eyes of the students. Even Neville’s potion turning a dark, treacle-like colour and frothing ominously couldn’t permeate the dusky lull that had taken over the class. Professor Slughorn was lounging in his chair, watching the class through half-closed eyes.
     Harry turned his attention to his own potion, quickly adding half a mashed Ashwinder egg before it could ignite. As he tipped the egg in to the potion, he was suddenly hit by its scent. To his surprise, it had changed since the last time he’d smelt it. The deep, wooden scent of a broomstick handle was still there, but there was nothing flowery about this new smell. He could smell the thick, pheromone-heavy stench of fresh male sweat with an overture of a cologne he recognised immediately as Draco's.
     ‘Bloody Malfoy,’ Harry thought, grinning to himself, the syrupy odour of the potion pushing most rational thoughts form his head ‘Bet he smells like that after he’s been thoroughly shagged.’ He looked across at the blonde, who seemed to have been eyeing Harry up for a while. When Harry turned to look at him, a lazy smirk appeared on his lips. He pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning against, moving over to his cauldron and running his hand suggestively over the handle of the ladle he’d been stirring his potion with.
      Harry continued staring openly at Draco, enjoying the warmth that was slowly spreading through his loins. He’d almost forgotten where he was when he was jerked out of his trance-like state by Professor Slughorn pouring something in to his cauldron. Immediately a wave of clarity started sweeping across the room, aided by further shots of whatever it was their Professor had into the rest of the room's Amortentia potions.
     ‘Wit-Sharpening Solution’ Slughorn said, tapping the vial in his hand ‘When added to a potion that’s aroma can affect those who smell it, it causes the fumes to lose their influential properties and restores lucidity to the mind. And it makes a very good hangover cure, if I do say so myself.’ he added, with a chuckle.
     Harry blinked a bit, his mind still slightly muddled after the potions effect. The rest of the class had started packing their things away. In the dreamy haze of the many Amortentia Minor potions the whole lesson had slipped away without him realising.
     ‘Bloody hell, mate, she must be quite a looker, your girl.’ Ron said, a crude grin on his face. Harry had no idea what Ron was going on about, until he saw where his friend was looking. The front of Harry’s trousers were being forced outwards by his bulging erection. He blushed feverishly, turning away to start chucking his things in his bag. He needed to find somewhere, alone, and quick.

     After a hurried excuse to Ron and Hermione, Harry ran off to the closest boys toilets he could find, throwing himself into a stall and casting a quick muffilato. As soon as he’d noticed his state of arousal all the lust he had been feeling flooded back into his body and he needed release.
     Harry undid his flies and started stroking himself. He felt almost sickened that it was Malfoy he was wanking over, but his cock was begging for attention and after spending an hour in a room full of Amortentia steam he was powerless to resist.
     In a sudden flash of memory, an image of the Half-Blood Prince’s take on the Amortentia potion came into Harry’s mind. He quickly opened his bag and found the book, flicking to the right page. Hoping the caption meant what he thought it did, Harry whispered the incantation.
     He felt a hand wrap around his erection, and looked down, alarmed. There was nothing there, but the next second her heard Draco’s voice in his ear, thick with need.
     ‘Oh god, Harry, yes! Harry, please, you know- you- oh god!’ Waves of pleasure swept through him at the thought of Draco responding to him like that. The invisible hand started to stroke him up and down, slowly but firmly. Harry moaned and sunk back against the wall. A vivid image of Draco appeared in his mind. The blonde was knelt in font of Harry, holding his cock and stroking it, just as the invisible had was doing know. His imaginary Draco reached forwards with his tongue and brushed the head of Harry’s cock, and he felt it.
     ‘Oh Merlin!’ Harry cried out as he felt a pair of lips skim over his cock. As he was engulfed in wet heat his mental image changed. Draco was bent over on all fours, looking back at Harry over his shoulder, and Harry’s cock was buried to the hilt in Draco’s arse. Harry groaned loudly, it felt amazing. He drew himself out of Draco slowly, feeling the tight ring of muscle slide down inch by inch until he was almost completely out. Then he slowly pushed himself back in, feeling Draco relax around him and accept his full length again. He pulled out, this time faster than before, and started a slow but steady rhythm going, pumping himself in and out of Draco’s arse.
     ‘Mmm, Harry, don’t neglect me,’ Draco moaned, reaching back and putting Harry’s hand on his own cock. The feel of the other boy in his hands made Harry gasp and buck his hips forwards, harder into Draco than he’d intended.
     ‘Oh God!’ The blonde shouted ‘That was the spot, Harry, Oh god, please, don’t stop!’ he pushed his hips back, forcing Harry back in to him. Harry willingly obliged, speeding up, his hand still wrapped round Draco’s erection. He ran his hand quickly up and down the other boy’s length, his thrusts mirroring what his hand was doing, pounding hard in to Draco’s arse and making him cry out.
     ‘Oh, Harry, I’m going to come, Harry, God, I’m going to come!’ Draco yelled, his hips thrusting backwards wildly. Harry, speed up his strokes, the other boy’s confession bringing him closer to his own climax as well. Suddenly, Draco’s muscles clamped down on Harry as he orgasmed violently, the sensation sending Harry over the edge as well and he came deep into Draco’s arse.
     Then the vision started to fade. For a few moments coloured shapes whizzed before Harry’s eyes, his magically reinforced orgasm draining him of all strength. He slid down the cubicle wall and onto the floor, dimly wondering how he got there.
     ‘So that’s why the pages were stuck together’ He thought groggily, before passing out.


Authors note: Sorry this has taken so long - life kinda got in the way. stupid life ¬.¬ Hope you like this chapter, sorry its a bit shorter than the rest, but hey, the smut should make up for it ;]. And god knows where that Egg thing came from XD They are real HP thingers, though o.O
Anyway, please review, ‘s what I live for! Thank you so much everyone who has reviewed, You people are the best =D
Chrissy - 'Course I listen to you, you talk complete sense XD

Edit: fixed the coding - sorry to everyone who had to read it centered -.-

Edit: fixed all my typos and all the crap bits - chapter 8 will be up today or tomorrow, I promise.