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Pairing:
Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Disclaimer:
All rights belong to their respective owners among which are J.K. Rowling,
Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Warner Bros. and probably others. I am
doing this for fun, not money.

Warning:
NC-17, would eventually include MPreg, Slash (M/M), HJ, Rim, Oral,
Anal, BDSM, D/s, Char. Death (at least a few side characters will die, I am
yet to decide on whether on not there should be a happy-end). To make it
absolutely clear, this story will feature relationship and (explicit) sex
between two males. If anyone is offended by such themes, they should reconsider
continuing further.

Edited:
by Mat

Chapter
THREE

The Potion

Nov 27^th
1997 Thursday

"What?"
Draco Malfoy's voice was barely more than a whisper but it still sounded loudly
enough for the whole Potions class to hear. Harry carefully watched under his
eyelids the interaction between Pansy Parkinson and the man rumoured to be her
betrothed. Whatever was going on it had been significant enough to make his
sworn enemy react so strongly and this had nothing to do with the stupid
explanation he had given to Snape. It was rather atypical for the blond to
betray his emotions for everyone to witness. The Boy Who Lived knew that he
would spend another evening staring at the Marauder's Map wondering what was
going on. Maybe Malfoy would again spend all his time with Zabini and
Parkinson.

Harry was
starting to notice patterns in the behaviour of those three. They seemed to
have very little in common besides being in the same House, but lately they had
rather similar habits even if they made an effort to hide the fact that they
did the same things at different time. They spent a lot of time in the library
'studying' but the books Harry had seen them explore had little to do with the
subjects they covered.

Whatever they
were up to, it was not connected to any school lesson. And as vain as it was,
the boy had the nagging feeling it would all come down his court again. Malfoy
was in for his next plot and himself being his favourite target was not
something Harry was willing to underestimate. He knew that his next battle with
the Dark Lord would probably be the last one and this made him even more
suspicious and cautious of the actions of anyone who might be interested to tip
the balance of said battle in the favour of his enemy. And if anyone was to be
enforced with the task to weaken him somehow, that would be the blond.

By the time
Harry's attention switched from Malfoy and his possible agenda to the potion he
was brewing, it was long since ruined, so now he had his zero mark to blame on
the Slytherin as well.

Being a
Slytherin through and through, Pansy Parkinson could not resist the temptation
to reveal her discovery at a moment that would be least convenient to Draco.
And that combined with the tease that the news promised for the months to come
had her in great mood as she worked on her Potions assignment. Working on her own
was not the same as working in pairs or groups as it had been during previous
years. Now everything relied on her and she had to be extra careful if she
wished to keep her marks, for which she was mostly greatly obliged to Draco
during previous years.

But she had
also decided that Potions was when her friend would find out the price he would
have to pay for claiming Potter. And one heck of a price it was. She would
willingly admit it was one she would not be happy to pay.

She leaned
towards the worktable just behind her where Draco worked on his potion and said
in a matter of fact tone. "I'd love to see how you would be feeling after
two months worth without an orgasm."

All she got
in reply was a look that betrayed a bare hint of lack of understanding, so she
added with a smirk she was not being able to restrain any longer. "No sex
for our Draco, if he wants the goody-goody Potty he would have to claim
celibacy and fidelity."

"What�!"
Her friend realized his mistake and lowered his tone "�the fuck are you
talking about?" A careful look around the room told the blond that
everyone had heard him. Snape included.

"Is
there something you with to share with us?" His Head of House was
particularly nasty that day and Draco hoped that being in the good books of the
man would let him get it easy. Unlike Potter, who to the blond's satisfaction
had managed to lose 25 house points and the lesson was only halfway through. He
lifted his head and looked at his teacher as he calmly explained.

"No,
Professor. Parkinson here asked a stupid question about the potion that really
startled me." He saw Pansy give him a nasty look but went for the kill unperturbed.
"Had she done what she suggested even Longbottom would have been
outshined." A curt nod let him continue, but the girl's stiff back told
him he was going to pay for his words. And in this case he would, because she
had obviously found out something and he wanted to know what.

"Do I
get to know what that was all about?" Blaise was waiting for Pansy outside
the classroom ready to hear all the delicious details he had missed.

The girl
stared at him and grinned

"Malfoy
is in for two months of tease that I'll make sure pass torturously."

"And
what exactly am I in for?" came a dry voice from their side.

"You'll
first repay me for the offence you threw at me in class before you learn
something from me, but to give you a reason to want to grovel in my feet"
she was well aware that would happen when the sun set to the east and the Dark
Lord embraced the Boy Who Lived with genuine love, but the fuck with it "I
worked it all out. I know the recipe and the ingredients and I am not telling
before would make it up to me."

With that she
swirled her robes and strolled to her next class, which she didn't share with
Draco.

"No
sex!?" Draco Malfoy was in a state of shock and denial. Such things never
happened to a Malfoy. They simply didn't. Everything came to them served on a
silver platter with bows and smiles.

"Actually,
dear," Pansy couldn't resist rubbing it in, "it is no orgasms.
So that means," and she positively glowered at this, "no wanking, no
blowjobs, not even night pollutions. And you are not allowed to use measures to
hush the tension or ease the desire. Merlin, by the end of the second week
you'll be crawling up the wall." She laughed hard at the thought and
Blaise did too.

"Still
sure you are going through with your plan, mate?" The black boy managed
between laughing fits. "I can imagine you won't be able to sleep in fear
of losing it while asleep." He laughed harder.

"Oh, I
will and trust me, I'll be the one to laugh in the end." Draco tried to
keep his tone of voice even and composed as he was taught since before he had
said his first word but he was really pushed this time. The laughter of his
mates was not of help. He considered hexing them for good measure, but knew he
would've reacted the same way in their place. And he needed their assistance
too. He would get his at some point, he reminded himself. He always did. As he
was going to prove with Potter, not minding the price. The result was what
mattered.

No wonder the
fucking potion was not popular. Who in their right mind would be willing to deny
themselves sexual pleasure for the span of 42 days while the potion is being
brewed and then only have sex with the one it was intended for if he didn't
want to cancel its effect? Knowing Potter's annoying habit of doing his best to
screw up Draco's plans he could picture himself sexually deprived for quite a
while after the Gryffindor was fed the thing until the idiot gave in to the
inevitable.

If he was not
dead set on fucking and ruining the damned Boy Who Was the Last Virgin in
Hogwarts � because even the Weasel and the Mudblood fucked at every given
opportunity and probably the Longbottom disgrace too � Draco would have canceled
his plan.

He reread
Pansy's translation. The ingredients included some nasty and very expensive
pieces. Thank Salazar, he had galleons to spend. A hair from a full-blooded
male vela, 'cause he himself was male. Ashes left from the rebirth of a phoenix.
Rose petals coloured red by the blood of the dying heart of a nightingale[*].
Some plants he could get from his mother's garden, but he had to be careful not
to reveal his plans. And a few less rare and tricky. But those were obtainable,
with the right amount of money.

But that
couldn't be enough, could it? No, of course not.

The sexual
tension and desire that the victim would feel had to come from somewhere, and
that was the brewer himself. So he was not to get any kind of satisfaction
during the preparation of the potion. He would be the only person to work on
it, as every other person would intervene with the sexual frustration he would
pour into it. He was to spend at least 15 minutes every day stirring it while
thinking of the ways he would physically claim his target and then after
working himself up, he would be denied release. Charming! And that from the New
Moon till the second Full Moon after that. 42 damned days! He couldn't remember
going without at least a wank for more that two!

He took a look
at the Moon Phases and saw the closest New Moon was in a bit more than 2 days �
Nov 30^th at 02:14.8am.[**] Nice, not only did he get his beauty
sleep disrupted, but also he would have to rush with the ingredients, he could
only hope it would not be at the cost of their potency and quality.

And then came
the really tricky and most inconvenient thing about the potion. It demanded a
different kind of ingredient added in consideration of the sexual preferences
of the target. It took in mind whether or not the target's preferences had to
be overruled or not. And for the sake of him, Draco Malfoy had not idea whether
Potter was straight, gay or bi. He was pretty sure that even the annoying brat himself
was unaware of that.

He sat down
to mail an order for the ingredients he would need and let his subconscious
work on the problem. The good news was that those ingredients were due at the
latter stages of the brewing, so he had some time to think.

[*] Yes this
is a reference to Wilde's fairy-tale.

[**]
Information based on: http://wise-obs.tau.ac.il/~eran/Sky/MoonPhase.html
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