Cursed!

It was a normal morning for Harry Potter.  He woke up and dressed for the day.  As he stood in the mirror tying his tie, he noticed all the trunks had a small gold wrapped box on them.  Ron had already snatched his up and opened it.  Inside, nestled gently in paper cups were chocolates.  Harry picked up his box and opened it, taking out a chocolate and tasting it.

"Wow, I wonder where these came from," Ron said  around a mouthful "They're the best."

Harry rolled his eyes and savored his chocolate.  The smooth, velvety chocolate held a sweet core of caramel.  The flavors and textures nearly made his eyes tear at their rich mixture. 

All over the school, the students were waking up to the same packages.  No one knew where they had come from, or what they held.  All they knew was the sweet treats didn't go uneaten.

* Slytherin/Gryphondor Potions Class*

Harry sat slouched in his chair.  He looked up at the chalkboard and wrote out the questions for the latest essay that Professor Snape had assigned.  He shifted again, trying to find a comfortable way to sit that didn't agitate the screaming erection he sported.   It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to get rid of it, he'd tried his best to.  For all the shame in the world, he'd even pictured Hagrid nude.

The worst part of the class was, Snape had paired everyone up and Harry's partner was none other than Draco Malfoy.  The blonde teen kept eyeing Harry with a look worry.  He'd already seen things happen to his house mates that no one had yet connected to the chocolates.  He sighed as Harry shifted again. He leaned over to Harry.

"Do you need to go rub one out or something?" Draco's whisper made Harry tense as he looked at Snape. Malfoy tried again. "Look.. if you ate that chocolate, Madame Pomfry has more than she can handle right now, everything from unstopable vomiting, to.. worse." 

Harry glanced up at Snape before he turned to whisper back at the blonde bully sitting next to him.

"Why? Are you asking me this to find something to make fun of me for? Trying to get me in trouble?"  Harry dropped his voice to a hiss just as a large book slammed on the table between them.

"Is there something you two wish to share with the rest of the class?"  Both boys jumped as they looked up guiltily at their teacher.  Harry shook his head as Malfoy spoke up.

"Sir, um.. Harry and I need to speak with you... in private.."  If Harry had been able to, he would have slammed his head on the table.  "It has to do with.. that box I gave you."

Harry looked around the room, but no one had seemed to notice anything other than the two being confronted by the ominous Snape.  Before anyone else could speak, Hermione raised her hand, the other clasped over her mouth.  Her face was a unreal shade of green.  Snape  rolled his eyes.

"Miss Grainger, if you must vomit, please..." Professor Snape winced as the girl vomited on the table.  "Class Dismissed,  Granger please report to the hospital wing,  Malfoy, Potter.. My office."

Harry wasn't quite sure how he made it to Snape's office without vomiting himself, or ripping his pants.  Malfoy had held his elbow as they walked in.   Snape had opened a door in the back of his office and they entered a portion of his personal rooms.

"Malfoy, I've already told you, I have not had the time to look at that box.  Potter did you eat any?"  Snape pointed to Draco's unopened box of chocolates.  Harry nodded.  "Undress and lay on the couch." 

Harry's jaw dropped open, and he shook his head.  He'd rather die than to let anyone see him in this state, let alone two of the people who hated him most.  However, the lack of proper blood flow in his body was beginning to make his legs weak.   He moved to sit on the couch.

"POTTER!"  Harry heard the shout just as he passed out.

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Harry awoke feeling soft, gentle hands examining him.  He shivered as the slid lightly over his length, but he kept his eyes shut.  He did not want to see who was examining him, or even who might be close enough to watch.   He brought his hands up to his face, finding his glasses gone.  Fate was a cruel mistress, and she chose that moment to abandon the young man.

"Potter, how many of those chocolates did you eat?"  Snape's usually cold, cruel voice was now soft. "You have to be honest about it, otherwise we cannot help you."

"Just one sir.  A caramel with dark chocolate."  Harry refused to admit anything else, or even to open his eyes.

Snape nodded.  At this moment, he was at a complete loss as to help Harry, or any other student.  He had looked the chocolates over, many of the students had eaten different ones.  The effects were strange, ranging from violent vomiting, seizures, comas, and more than the school could deal with.  Several had been sent to St. Mungos.. several others to muggle hospitals.

"Harry, you have to look at me.  I can imagine the horror you are feeling, and believe me, you have my complete sympathy."  Snape's gentle fingers brushed his cheek.   He picked up the young man's glasses as he watched the green eyes open. "I hope, for your sake you are telling the truth."

*** End Chap. 1 ***