The Capacity for Parallel Love

Disclaimer!!!!
I in no way own any character or situation of Harry Potter even though I may like to. I repeat if you think that I do own any part of this, especially after reading this, you are a complete and total idiot and really should not be on this site. Not now, Not ever!

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The parallel plates. The polished stainless steel plates gleamed in the moonlight whispering through the threshold of the windows of the Monday night laboratory. The students began to file out as the digital clocks screamed 9:50 with hoarse sleepy voices.
Pokey Matt, with one arm scandalously akimbo, dangled the keys to the lab off of one flexible digit. The keys flicked into the keyhole and he gazed into the darkness that now bathed the satanic macintosh computers. In the corner of his cerulean eyes he thought he spotted a slight movement, in the back left corner, near the alcove of chestnut cabinets. But that couldn’t be right. Gently he ran a gracile hand through his sand-flaxen hair in thought. Nothing was stirring. Oh well. He turned like an alley cat on one heel and his pizzicato footsteps echoed down the halls of the Holmes hall basement.
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“You moved! He almost saw us you bloody idiot!” Draco hissed. Azure fire flashed in his eyes as he tightened his grip upon Harry’s arm.
“I couldn’t help it! I stepped funny on my ankle!” Harry pleaded. The pout of his lower lip could not keep Draco livid for long.

“Well if you can’t move well on your feet, you better tantalize me off of them.” He snarled in Harry’s ear. Harry closed his eyes as he perceived the ebb and flow of Draco’s breath on the back of his neck.
“Yeesss…I would like that very much.” Harry moved to the black topped table, and noticed the metal sphere glinting in the pallid light spilled from a lone mac, not yet gone to sleep. He stroked the orb with his right hand.
“Yes, I see what you mean, my love. Let’s do some physics.”
Draco picked up the metal paddle, and brandished it like his own wand. “CEDERE CAPACITATOR!” He yelled. The interface flickered to life and he began to molest the grounded plate with the paddle and transferred the electricity from the charged plate to its virgin counterpart. A sly smile played across his serpentine face at the charge he had created. He placed his free hand on the sphere that he had also turned on and marveled at the way his flesh bristled to the foreign touch. He reached out to Harry with a single finger. Electric charges formed a tiny lightningbolt at his fingertip, much like the scar that now pulsated on Harry’s forehead. Harry gaped in amazement of the liquid adrenaline sluicing through his veins.
“Can you use that paddle on me?” said Harry breathlessly.
“Only if you’re lucky.” Draco lowered his lips to Harry’s and dug his fingers through his tousled locks.
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Meanwhile, Pokey Matt was viewing the pop selection at the vending machine, he reached his hand into his back pocket only to notice that there was no wallet to offer the alms of a drink, only his own fine flesh. He must have left his wallet in the physics lab. As the night was beginning he strode back to the stairs and into the basement.
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Draco was flushed and nervous, but at least the fact that he was desperately horny was covering his tension about this. He loved the way that Harry’s strong hand was working his erection, and he slipped his fingers into the jar and took a dollop of lubricant for himself. Still kissing while Harry stroked him, Draco slipped his hand around Harry's waist and began to massage and oil Harry's virgin entrance. This was about as far as he had ever gotten with anyone as far as topping went. No one had ever excited him quite the way Harry did, and the notion of being in someone else's body had never attracted him before. Yet, when Harry broke their kiss with a feverish moan as Draco's fingers teased and oiled him, Draco felt his own erection twitching in excitement in Harry's hand, precum slipping from the head and mingling with the oil already soaking his stiff and aching dick. Harry silently rolled onto his stomach and submitted to Draco's every touch with quiet sounds of pleasure and small laughs. When the time came Harry was sprawled lazily before him, long limbs spread like a great and lazy panther, green eyes shining with curiosity and almost feral hunger.
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Pokey Matt jiggled the keys in the lock and the door swung open flooding the lab with the citric tinge of the hallway light. The sight he stumbled in upon was unlike anything else he had ever seen or imagined. The nude alabaster bodies of the two young wizards were parallel to the black counter top much like the plate capacitors. Surprise bleached the rosy flush from their faces, transferring into the apples of Matt’s golden cheekbones.
“Teacher!” Cried Malfoy. “Will you teach us some physics?” Their faces full with anticipation at what may come from their modest request.
“I’m afraid I do not teach that kind of physics,” Confessed Pokey Matt, his striking face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson, “At least not to total strangers.”
“If you will not teach us, then perhaps we shall teach you,” Harry responded through grunts and groans.
“The only lesson in this week’s lab was that when the distance between two parallel plate capacitors is increased the voltage between them must increase because the value of the charge must be maintained. And also C stray which is the capacitance that is found in the connectors is made negligible as d is decreased because there is less room for the interference of other charges (less other materials to influence the amount of charge.)”
Harry and Draco looked up at him in childlike wonder. Wow. That physics was hot! He had to be theirs! They advanced on him like a pack of wolves. Pokey Matt was scared beyond belief and backed into a corner.
“We understood your physics lesson very well. The higher the distance between you and us, the higher the voltage we feel. Lets test it out, shall we?”
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EPILOGUE
Pokey Matt was not discovered until the next day. A group of loyal, physics-hating, 3 Westers found him in the lab. Matt was bound and nude, and thoroughly beaten. He kept raving about how two underage wizards had violated him the pervious night and that all he wanted was his wallet. The 3 Westers had seen and heard many things in their time, but this was just too much to believe, as seductive and alluring as Pokey Matt was. After taking photos of the scene, they had him checked over by their authorities, Nick and Melissa, who deemed him unfit at the current time to go to classes or continue his Pokey Stix like activities. The floor was very sad but a select group secretly rejoiced as they wrote angst ridden lab reports and posted them on adult-fanfiction.org.

THE END!!!!
P.S: Don’t hate us because we are creative, Pokey Matt…. how can you penalize freedom of speech and such abundant creativity??