The Consequences of Solutions

Harry woke up back in the Gryffindor Boy’s Dorm Room, with no idea of how he had gotten there. He was still wearing his Quiddich clothing – though it was now ripped and dirty, his body ached all over, and strangely enough, his ass hurt worse then he had ever felt before. He felt like he now might have a chance at understanding how women felt after childbirth.



To top off his wonderfully strange morning, Ron was standing beside his bed glaring at him, his arms crossed over his chest in Ron’s traditional position of self-righteous anger.



Harry pulled himself up and struggled to get off the bed with the ache he felt in his ass. “Good morning to you too, Ron.” Harry muttered as he finally got up and pushed the other boy to the side on his way to the bathroom.



Ron didn’t bother to move until Harry was practically at the bathroom entrance. Then he screamed his problem at Harry. “Where the HELL do you get off leaving your team like that!? Gryffindor needed you, and you just disappeared!”



“Thanks for being worried about me Ron.” Harry said sarcastically as he struggled to remove his ripped clothing.



“I was worried about you! Right up until I found you here safe in bed, obviously NOT stolen by Death Eaters or You-Know-Who himself!”



The brunette boy sighed and stepped into a nearby shower. The water felt good running over his bruised skin. Wait…Bruised skin!? How the HELL had he gotten so many bruises?



He frowned, trying to remember what had happened that night. He remembered drinking the potion and finishing the spell – he knew Draco had done the same. He remembered being high above the Quiddich game, waiting for the Snitch to make an appearance. And then, the Snitch had showed up and Draco was behind him riding his ass…wait…riding his ass?!



Harry’s eyes opened wide in surprise and shock as the memories of what happened after that shot through him. And with that, The-Boy-Who-Lived fainted.



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Down in the dungeons in his own room, Draco woke up feeling amazingly better then he ever had before in his entire life - despite the ache in his own ass. He got out of bed easily and walked to his own private bathroom, which had been thoroughly cleaned after Crabbe’s Unicorn incident. Just the thought of walking in on that made him shudder with revulsion still.



He remembered that day, when he had come up to his room to get another Potions book for Snape, and had walked in on Crabbe naked and “riding” the spelled image of a Unicorn for all he was worth. It had taken Draco a week to be able to eat properly again, and actual begging to Snape to get enough potion materials to properly clean the whole bathroom.



But at least Crabbe had felt bad enough about it that he had given Draco that bottle of “Fred & George’s Amazing Quiddich Juice”. Draco had the feeling it really did work, due to the events of the night before. Never had he flown faster, felt better, or tried as hard at a Quiddich game. If he hadn’t been a Malfoy, he might have decided to thank those Weasley twins.



Whistling happily to himself, Draco dropped his night pants and entered the shower. He had some wonderfully graphic new material to wank to.