"HARRY, DON'T OPEN IT!!!!"
The box flew out of Harry's hands, spinning wildly in the air as it catapulted around the Common Room containing Harry, Ron, George and Fred. They ducked for cover, hoping desperately that the commotion wouldn't bring McGonagall down to punish them.
"What is it?!" yelled Ron over the high pitched whistling erupting from the container.
Fred and George made eye contact with each other and then looked over at Harry and Ron. The fact that both twins were looking slightly scared themselves spoke volumes considering the usual mischief they engaged in every day.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light which erupted from the box and echoed waves out wider until it filled the room, bursting beyond the walls and out through the entire of Hogwarts.
Then silence.
Neither of the four boys moved for a moment and then Fred coughed nervously.
"Ummm," he began, somewhat more sedately than usual. "Is it just me...or did anyone else seem to have got...um...aroused over that...?"
Ron, George and Harry all looked over and Fred blushed bright pink. There was a moment while they all stared at each other and then down at their respective laps.
"Um...yeah, actually..."
"Looks like it..."
"Golly, I am too...!"
Another pause followed.
"Err...*why*?" asked Harry, trying to silently will himself down. He stared at the twins, hoping they could shed some light on the issue.
Fred and George looked down, suddenly more fascinated by their feet than the fact their line of vision was being slightly interrupted by their ever-stiffening erections making a very enthusiastic time of it.
"George...? Fred...?"
The twins looked over at Harry's questioning glance. "We have absolutely *no* idea why," they said in unison, identical innocence plastered on their faces.
Ron gave his brothers a suspicious glare. "What just came out of that box, then?" he asked, as he tried to resist the urge to let his hand trail down to his lap.
Fred and George looked at each other, staring deep into their identically reflected eyes. Yet, before they could formulate a response, Fred's eyes widening in surprise as he saw a look of sexual interest in his twin, suddenly realising the feeling was also in his own heart. He reached a hand up to stroke George's cheek, soon succumbing to the urge to lean forward and plant his first delicate kiss upon his twin's lips.
"Ewww!" yelled Ron, face scrunching in disgust. "What are you doing?!"
He received no reply as the twins' exploration of each other had expanded to involve roaming hands and fast-entwining legs, as they fell to the floor, George straddling Fred.
"Make them stop!" cried Ron, hitting Harry on this arm in his desperation to not witness family bonding. "Harry! Do something!"
Harry looked carefully at the twins, pondering what he could possibly do to stop their deliciously grinding bodies from touching each other so they could make room for him-
"OH!"
Harry quickly drew his legs up further towards his chest to try and hide his now fully hard erection. He looked over at Ron, baffled as to where that thought had come from. Ron though, was nowhere to be seen. Harry tried to spin his head around to find his friend, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"I'm right here, Harry," said Ron, his voice strangely low. He reached around Harry's waist and hugged him close from behind. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Something in Harry's brain flickered but he ignored it, feeling the stronger compulsion to do as Ron instructed. He reached forward to place his hands on the floor and then pushed himself up until he was in position. His erection was throbbing between his legs as he waited impatiently.
I want you so bad, Harry," Ron murmured, as he raised himself so that his own cock was thrusting gently into the space between Harry's thighs. He reached his hands around and up his friend's shirt, relishing the feel of the smooth, pale skin beneath. "I want-"
"ARGH!!!!!"
Harry suddenly jumped forward and out of Ron's grasp, tripping over his own feet in the effort to stand and reach the door to the Common Room. He shook his head madly to clear the strange thoughts from his mind. What on earth had compelled him to do *that*?! He looked down at Ron, eyes wide as he noticed his friend's expression of lust had not changed.
Ron rose to his feet and made a dash for Harry, arms flailing wildly to attempt purchase upon skin. Harry almost tripped through the Portrait Hole in an attempt to break free from Ron's groping hands. Soon out, he dashed around the nearest corner and hid behind a suit of armour, waiting for the sound of footsteps following. There was none. He breathed a sigh of relief, still baffled as to why he had suddenly wanted firstly Fred and George, and then Ron.
Maybe he was in heat. He pulled an expression of worry. Was that possible? He'd better find out before anything else happened. He had to get to Draco. If there was anyone in the entire of Hogwarts that he could test being around without feeling any sexual tension, it *definitely* was Draco.
He made his way down through Hogwarts, eventually finding the Slytherin standing in one of the dungeon corridors, staring into a room in shock and disgust. Harry slowed his pace, coming up behind the boy and peered into the room.
"URGHHHHHHH!!!!"
Draco spun around, his staring disrupted as he noticed Harry standing next to him, his face scrunched painfully in trauma.
"I know..." whispered Draco, too shocked to bother with their usual insults and slurs. "They just...started. They...won't stop..."
The two boys stared into the room again, not wanting to witness the sight of Crabbe and Goyle having sex, but morbid fascination compelling them to. The two Slytherin thugs were entwined, grunting and panting as their large, clumsy hands fumbled over each other's naked bodies. Crabbe's straining erection was prodding urgently against Goyle's stomach as he tried to push the boy's legs apart.
"UUURGHHHH..." shuddered Harry and Draco, as they finally managed to pull their gazes away from the room. Harry, in a moment of mental strength, made a grab for the door and slammed it shut. They fell down against the far wall, breathing deeply and trying to erase the memory from their minds.
After a few seconds, Harry turned to Draco. "Something weird's happening."
Draco nodded, still unusually sedated but not surprisingly considering the larger dose of sex he had just witnessed. "Yeah. Make it stop." He almost looked pleading, and Harry felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy.
Harry shuffled closer and draped an arm around the traumatised Slytherin's shoulders. "I'll work out what's happening. Don't worry," he said, reaching his hand up to stroke through Draco's hair. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Draco nodded, turning his head to give Harry a thankful look. "I'd be really grateful..." he said, his voice lowering to a smooth drawl. "Anything you want, I'd give it to you..."
Harry gulped, his previously diminished erection now making a play for revival once again. He leaned in, letting his hand fall down to cup Draco's cheek and they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting-
"ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Harry and Draco flew back, not stopping until they were ten feet apart.
"What are you doing?!"
"What are *you* doing?!"
"You tried to kiss me!!"
"*You* we putting the moves on me!!"
They stared at each other, appalled by what had nearly occurred, both mentally denying that they had been anything but an innocent victim of the encounter.
Draco jumped to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "You're *insane*!! You...you...Gryffindor!"
Harry jumped up, striding towards Draco quickly to shove the boy backwards. "*I* did nothing! Keep away from me!"
Draco pushed back, and soon both boys fell to the floor screaming, fists flying wildly. They struggled against each other, hard bodies pressed close as muscles rippled beneath their robes, hands soon groping for purchase on the naked skin they wanted to touch so badly-
"Harry? Draco?"
The boys ignored the new voice, grinding hard against each other as they felt their erections grow once more, wanting desperately to thrust inside-
"HARRY!"
Harry's head snapped up, the moment lost. He looked over, staring blankly at Hermione who was standing with both eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight before her. Harry looked down. Draco looked up, meeting the gaze of his enemy who was currently straddling him.
"ARGHHHH!!!!!!"
They jumped apart once again, this time Harry making a leap for Hermione to hide behind her for protection. He had no idea what was happening but he knew he didn't want to be anywhere near Draco again until the boy stopped rudely taking advantage of him. Draco, meanwhile, had taking fright and was disappearing fast down the longest corridor available.
Hermione turned around to stare at her friend. "Harry. I think someone's cast a spell. You two aren't the first people I've seen...er...discovering love for each other. We need to find a counterspell. Quickly," she added with emphasis.
Harry, still panting from his recent tumble on the ground, nodded wildly. "Yes!" he cried. "Quickly!"
Hermione nodded, her mind already set. "We have to see Dumbledore. He must be told about this."
Decision made, Harry and Hermione quickly made their way towards Dumbledore's office. Unfortunately, upon arriving, they remembered that the password had changed and they didn't know the new one. Before either student had time to think of a solution, the secret door swung open, allowing them entry. They looked at each other, slightly confused but otherwise not complaining. It was exactly what they needed and so they made their way up the stairs and knocked politely yet insistently.
"I've been waiting for you," came the voice of Dumbledore. The door swung open.
They stepped inside, Hermione quick with her questions for the Headmaster.
"Professor! There's something very strange happening in Hogwarts. People keep..." She blushed, suddenly not wishing to say exactly what she witnessed to the old wizard.
"They seem to all be attracted to each other," finished Dumbledore for her, with a knowing nod.
Hermione gaped. "You already *know*?" she exclaimed.
"Yes," nodded Dumbledore as he rose from his chair as walked towards them, staring down at Harry who had remained silent throughout the exchange. "I knew you'd be coming. You know, it only affects the males." He tilted his head, staring at Harry with a curious expression on his face. "Young Potter, you have always been my favourite pupil. Tell me about your encounter." He motioned towards a chair and the boy took a seat. "Who was it with?"
Harry sighed as he felt Dumbledore walk around behind him to rest his larger hands on his tense shoulders. A massage would be wonderful, Harry thought. "Well, sir," he began, sighing again as he felt those skilled fingers work the muscles beneath his robes. "It was with Malfoy... We suddenly couldn't help ourselves..."
"Did you rip his clothes off?" asked Dumbledore, his voice soft and deep. "Did you grant him sexual favours? Tell me all about it..."
Harry moaned, leaning into the deliciously wonderful touch as the hands upon him wandered down towards his chest.
"PROFESSOR!!"
Dumbledore blinked.
"Oh, my goodness!" he exclaimed, taking a step back away from Harry to turn and stare at Hermione. "I had completely forgotten you were here."
"It's affecting you too!" cried Hermione, striding forward to pull Harry from his chair. The boy didn't say anything, his eyes wide as saucers as he piled another traumatic encounter onto his already stressed mind. "I think I'd better keep Harry away."
Dumbledore's eyes glazed over for a moment and a look akin to disappointment crossed his features. Yet, soon it was gone as his eyes sharpened into control. "Yes, I think that would be wise," he said. "Though I would ask *you* to stay as I will need your assistance in discovering a counterspell. The spell does not affect us together," he added as he noted Hermione's momentary indecisiveness.
Hermione nodded. "Fine," she said. "Harry," she added, turning to the boy who had stood silently, staring blankly at a wall. "Harry. It's time for Potions class, so you'd better go there." She looked at him with concern. "I do so hope you'll manage. Just try and be strong."
Harry nodded morosely and he turned to exit the room, shooting a last longing look over his shoulder at his favourite professor of all.
*****
As the door leading back to the corridors of Hogwarts shut silently behind him, Harry shook his head to clear the fog in his brain. He had just enjoyed a slightly erotic massage from Professor Dumblefore. He felt more than slightly concerned by that. Sighing, he began his trek down to the dungeons and towards Snape's class. It had not missed his notice that Draco would be in the class when he arrived. It was not an encounter he wanted to repeat but there was not much he could do about it.
A few minutes later he arrived at the Potions classroom. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. He eyed the room suspiciously. Draco sat as far away from Crabbe and Goyle as was possible, and Ron was seated in a front row staring at him hopefully.
Harry quickly pretended he didn't notice his best friend and scanned the room for a spare seat. Unfortunately there wasn't one and so he acknowledged Ron's frantic motioning and sat down next to the boy. Ron beamed.
"Where've you been, Harry?" Ron asked, sliding along the seat to squash closer to the unwilling boy. "You left so quickly!"
Harry stared desperately at the blackboard, trying to keep a grip on his mind. "I had stuff to do," he mumbled, ignoring the hand that had appeared on his thigh.
"Really?" asked Ron with a smirk, sliding his hand further up Harry's leg. "Something that we couldn't do...together?"
Harry gulped. The hand was dangerously close to his groin and he felt his breath quicken at the touch. "Err..." he said, his voice breaking slightly as he thought of how blind he must have been not to notice Ron's strawberry-tinged attractiveness before. "I think we could do something together now."
Ron's grin spread wider still as his hand found its way to his goal. Harry jumped sharply in his seat at the touch of those wickedly teasing fingers stroking him through his tightening pants. He moaned quietly, reaching his own hand over to grab roughly at Ron's cock, pulling and rubbing it in desperate want. "Ron... I wish we were alone..."
"I know," gasped his friend, thrusting his hips up into the manipulations of Harry's fingers. "I-"
"ATTENTION, CLASS!!"
Both hands shooting back into their respective laps, Harry and Ron jolted in shock as they raised their view to see Professor Snape standing behind his desk.
"We will be studying the history of Transmogrify today to gain a basic knowledge for our Potion making next week," said the Professor, who luckily hadn't noticed anything strange about Harry and Ron's behavior.
The class all groaned silently as Snape turned to his blackboard to begin scrawling notes for them to copy. He turned upon finishing and walked over to Draco's desk.
"You will of course be receiving a perfect mark for this class," he smirked, meaning it not as a warning but rather as truth. Tilting his head to the side, he stared piercingly at the boy. "You are my favourite student. Have I told you that before?"
Draco raised his head to grin up at Snape. "And you're my favourite teacher," he drawled, batting his eyelashes slightly.
Harry turned his head around in surprise at the different tone of voice the two Slytherin's were using.
"Do your work!" snapped Snape, upon noticing Harry's inquisitive glance. Harry quickly turned his head to the front again. "Draco Malfoy..." continued Snape, relishing the name as he returned his attention to his favourite student. "If you are interested in Potions, I am more than willing to give you private tutorage."
"Just us," gasped Draco, eyes sparkling greedily. "Alone? In your office?"
Snape shuddered deliciously at the thought. "Yes," he said, bringing his hand down to absentmindedly stroke through Draco's slicked hair. He bent forward, bringing his head bare inches from the boy's face. "You would like that?"
Draco jolted in his seat, knocking his stiffening erection against the underside of the desk. "Yes..." he gasped, voice breaking with want, "I want it so bad..."
"Teacher's pet," murmured Snape, continuing to stroke Draco's hair as he reached one hand down and grasped hold of the boy's erection. "I'll teach you things that will make you beg for more..."
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!! SIR!!"
Snape snapped his hand away from Draco's lap and spun his head around to shoot a vicious glare at Harry.
"I need your help, sir," shrugged Harry, hoping that his unlikely excuse to stop Snape and Draco from disgusting every Gryffindor in the room would work.
"I don't care," spat out Snape, very moody at being disrupted from his seduction. "Work it out. You're the boy genius."
Harry stared stubbornly at Snape, infuriated by how cruel the man could be. How unfair, how mean, how compellingly attractively evil he could be. Harry's eyes narrowed with lust.
"Professor," he purred, stroking a finger obscenely along the shaft of the pen he was holding, "Are you *sure* you can't help me out with something?"
Snape was by Harry's desk immediately. "I hope you're not being a nuisance," he warned, voice hoarse with sexual interest. "For I will certainly have to punish you...privately, if that were the case."
Harry let his face fall into innocence as he leaned closer to the Professor, reaching boldly forward to stroke one long finger down the front of the man's groin through the folds of his robes. Snape moaned, twitching forward into the touch.
"I think I do need to be taught a lesson...privately," Harry murmured, his eyes dark with hunger. "How about we cut this class short and begin our own private-"
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!!"
Snape's head snapped to the side at the sound, as he looked impatiently at the source of the newest interruption. It was Draco, looking very jealous at not being the centre of Snape's attention.
"He's with me!" yelled Harry at the Slytherin, quite prepared to start a fistfight in class to argue the matter. Harry stared stubbornly at Draco, angry yet noticing just how inviting the boy's lips were when flushed with blood and...
"ARGH!!"
Harry's mind snapped back to sanity and he sprang from his seat and ran madly from the room, the echo of footsteps diminishing fast behind him.
"Come back here, boy!!" shouted Snape as he strode to the door and stuck his head out. "I'll spank you for your insolence!!"
Silence was the only reply. Snape turned back to his class and suddenly he felt a very uncharacteristic blush creep up his neckline. His students were staring at him, stunned by his choice of outburst.
"I meant that," he snapped as he turned away from the silent class to stare stubbornly at the blackboard. "Shut up, the lot of you."
*******
Meanwhile, Harry was still running frantically, turning randomly down corridors in an attempt to distance himself from the Potions class and the people within it.
Suddenly, he slid to a halt and fell heavily to the ground as his vision was caught by the sight hovering in the air above him. Nearly Headless Nick was giving the Bloody Baron oral sex. Peeves was watching with greedy fascination, bobbing up and down in the air awaiting his turn.
The Baron groaned as his fingers curled into the Gryffindor ghost's hair. It was very difficult for the Baron to keep a steady grip upon the ghost as the poor man's head would tip off his body with too much pressure.
"Nearly Headless Nick has nearly given too much head!!" screeched Peeves in glee, as he spotted Harry sitting stunned on the floor. "Perverted Potter likes to watch!"
Harry, snapping his mind back into focus, quickly jumped back to his feet. "I do not!" he cried and covering his eyes, he ran faster down the corridors, unsure where he was heading but knowing what he certainly didn't want to witness again.
He slowed to a walk after a few minutes, suddenly realising that he had stumbled into the forbidden Wing of Hogwarts. He heard voices coming from a nearby room. Being compulsively inquisitive, Harry tiptoed closer until he could listen through the small gap between the door and the wall that was revealing the conversation inside the stone room.
"Who's been a naughty boy, then...?" a low raspy voice asked.
"Me, sir!" came a younger voice, that of a student. "I...need to be punished..."
Despite knowing that he would probably regret it, Harry gently pushed the door a fraction wider until he could see inside. His face twisted in shocked surprise. Inside was Filch, standing in front of a kneeling Seamus.
"I have...highly inventive punishments for naughty boys like you," rasped Filch as he reached a hand down to sharply tap Seamus on the head.
"Yes Master, I mean Sir," muttered Seamus, shifting his weight from knee to knee as his obvious erection became very uncomfortable.
Harry didn't want to know. He backed away quickly and ran as quietly as possible down the nearest staircase until he found himself back in recognisable surroundings. He needed a plan of action. Taking a seat on the nearest immovable step he could see, he pondered his next move. Obviously there was a spell affecting the entire of Hogwarts. Hermione had told him as much. And it only affected the males. His own experiences had told him that. A spark of inspiration hit him. Maybe, just maybe, whatever spell had hit Hogwarts had not reached the grounds outside. And that meant that Hagrid's hut might be his only refuge.
Encouraged by his decision, Harry quickly rose from his makeshift seat and headed as fast as possible towards the front doors of Hogwarts and down over the extensive grounds. Fninally he reached Hagrid's hut and he raised a hand to knock.
The door creaked open a fraction and a large snout stuck through, drooling and sniffing suspiciously.
"Fang! Get back 'ere, you! It's only Harry!" boomed the voice of Hagrid from inside as the door was flung fully open to reveal the giant man.
Harry smiled gratefully and stepped quickly inside, taking a seat near the fire. Hagrid took a seat opposite, offering the boy a homemade cookie which Harry wisely declined.
"Hagrid," Harry began, trying to calm himself enough to spill out the whole story of the day. "It's terrible!"
"Now, it can't all be that bad," comforted Hagrid with a bone-breaking pat on the boy's shoulder. "Slytherins bothering you? He Who Must Not Be Named come back?"
Harry shook his head impatiently. "No! This is far more worse!"
Hagrid's open expression turned wide with surprise as he absentmindedly patted Fang next to him. "Then tell us, Harry, what is it?"
"The entire of Hogwarts has been affected by a spell - a strong one - it's making everyone like everyone!"
"What's wrong with that, now?" asked Hagrid, confused.
Harry sighed. "*Like* like, Hagrid," he clarified with a waggle of an eyebrow. "Everyone's kissing and...doing more than kissing..." he trailed off, feeling that mentioning more would be like talking about sex to a parent. It just was too weird.
"Ah, I get yer, Harry," nodded Hagrid with a wink.
"I thought," concluded Harry, reaching the gist of his intent, "if the spell affected Hogwarts then maybe it didn't reach the grounds and so I could stay here until Dumbledore and Hermione find a counterspell!"
"Wise move, that," acknowledged Hagrid as he stood to begin tidying his home a little. "Anyways, you must be right tired after all that running about. A rest'll do you a world of good."
Harry let his eyes droop slightly at the thought of going to sleep and hopefully waking to find the day was all just a bad dream. "Yeah, why not," he said, rising from his seat to make his way over to the offered bed.
He fell down heavily, feeling the warmth of the furs surround him as giant hands tucked him in. He turned to face the wall away from the flickering light of the fire, though tipped backward slightly when he felt Hagrid's presence settle next to him. He smiled, thinking how wonderful it was that the man was caring enough to stay close until he fell asleep. Strong arms curled around him, reaching under his robes to gently stroke his chest and stomach and he relaxed into the touch, thrusting back slightly against the feel of the giant erection pushing into his thigh.
"Oh, Hagrid..." Harry whispered. "It's wonderful when we spend time together like this. Just us two. Close."
Hagrid rumbled low in his throat, a satisfied sound as he continued to stroke Harry's chest, flicking gently at a nipple to encourage a quiet moan from the boy.
"Oh, Hagrid...*Hagrid*..." Harry paused. "Hagrid? ARGH!!!!!!!!!"
Harry nearly flew on his own accord in a frantic yet successful attempt at jumping over his friend and towards the farthest corner of the room. He squashed himself against the wall, panting in shock.
"You, too!" he cried in disbelief and frustration. "Is there *anywhere* I can go where I won't be sexually molested?!"
He gave one final wide-eyed look of horror at Hagrid before rushing madly out of the hut and back towards the main confines of Hogwarts. Maybe he could lock himself in a broom closet until it was all over. No one could possibly think to molest him in a broom closet. He dashed through the front doors and straight into Draco, who was on his way to his next class.
"Potter!"
"Malfoy!"
They stood staring at each other, both trying desperately not to think of just how attractive and inviting the other currently looked.
"I...was going to class," said Draco, motioning to a corridor leading up to the next floor.
"Really?" said Harry. "I was...er...just, you know, going out."
"Where?"
"Just, somewhere..." Harry blushed.
"Did you, you know, want to meet up later, or something?" asked Draco, avoiding eye contact as he dug his toe into the floor.
Harry giggled nervously. "Sure, yeah, ok."
"Cool."
"Cool."
They stood fidgeting in silence for a few moments longer before Harry could stand it no longer.
"So, like, I'll see you later then."
Draco nodded, relieved the awkward silence had been broken. "Later. Yeah."
They stood in silence again, neither wanting to appear hard to get, though neither also wanting to appear too easy. The moment was resolved when both came to a unanimous decision and they jumped towards each other and began kissing madly, tongues and hands thrusting into the nearest available orifices.
"Oooh, *Potter*!" moaned Draco as he groped handfuls of Harry's delicious backside.
"*MALFOY*!!" cried Harry, ripping the Slytherin's robes off to the waist as he ran his hands over every available area of naked skin.
The class bell rang but they ignored it, both too enchanted by the other to care. Harry's own robes were soon stripped to the waist and he pressed his body harder against Draco's, pushing his tongue in obscene thrusts in and out of the boy's mouth. Draco groaned louder, reaching between them to fumble with the zip of Harry's trousers, reaching his hand inside. Suddenly reality seeped into their periphery vision and it came to their attention that they had an audience. They snapped their heads to opposite sides.
"Oh, *CRAP*..."
Harry and Draco spoke the words in unison as they stood staring blankly at the dozens of students surrounding them who had paused while on their way to differing classes. A light cough from the crowd snapped them back into action and they jumped away from each other, not even bothering to make eye contact before running frantically in opposite directions from the scene of humiliation.
******
Harry only stopped when he found himself standing in the middle of the deserted Quidditch pitch. He took a deep breath, calming himself in the atmosphere of his cherished surroundings. He came to a decision. He needed to get back to Dumbledore's study and hope that Hermione could protect him from there.
"Harry!"
Harry turned at the sound of his name and saw Oliver Wood jogging towards him from the direction of the school. He had his broomstick in hand and the special box containing the Quidditch snitch. Harry waved frantically, trying to make the boy stay his distance but to no avail. Soon Oliver was standing slightly out of breath in front of him.
"Harry, what's with the hand waving?"
Harry sighed. He knew what was going to happen and it was no use playing the same old charade.
"Look, Oliver, incase you haven't noticed, the entire male population of Hogwarts is putting the moves on each other. It's just better if you stay away from me as you're just going to want to take advantage of me. Apparently I'm irresistible for some reason."
Oliver stared at him for a moment before a huge grin broke out over his face. "Good one, Harry! Very funny!" He patted the younger boy on the back. "I'm going to take advantage of you, ha!"
Harry looked at him, confused. "Don't you...you know, want to kiss me or something?"
Oliver laughed and shook his head.
"Grope me?"
Another shake of his head.
"Fondle my nipples?"
A wide grin and a shaken head greeting that.
"Throw me to the ground and have wild animal sex with me?" Harry asked, feeling slightly put off when Oliver only snorted laughter at the thought.
"Look, Harry," grinned Oliver as he leaned against his broomstick. "I only wanted to get a few extra practice flights in with you before the big game next month."
Harry stared at him, surprised. "That's all?"
"That's all, Harry," the older boy laughed as he reached down, placed the box on the grass and let the snitch free.
They stared up for a moment, following its flight path before it disappeared into the clouds.
"Do you want to use my broomstick?" asked Oliver as they turned to face each other again.
"'Use your broomstick'?!" yelled Harry triumphantly. "I knew it! I know what you *really* mean by that!" He grabbed Oliver's broomstick from him and waved it around. "No, I don't want to 'use' it - this one or *yours*," he finished, motioning to Oliver's groin.
Oliver stared at him, starting to think training could wait for another day when Harry was a little saner. "Er, no, I meant the actual broomstick. You don't have yours here and you'll need one to catch the snitch."
Harry froze and deflated slightly. "Oh, ok," he said, still slightly suspicious. "Yeah, I'll have it."
Oliver nodded. "Good, as you've already got it." When Harry didn't move, Oliver motioned to the broomstick. "You put it between your legs."
"Between my legs?!"
"Yes, Harry," sighed the older boy, knowing where this was leading. "My broomstick goes between your legs. And then you ride it." There really wasn't an innocent way of saying it.
Harry narrowed his eyes, determined to prove his point. He took a step forward into Oliver's personal space. "You want me to ride it?" he murmured seductively, dropping his gaze lazily towards his captain's crotch.
Oliver's breath caught in his throat but he rallied bravely. "Yeah, the *broomstick* I want you on."
Harry let a slight smile curve his lips as he brought the broomstick between their bodies. He curled his right hand around the shaft and began sliding his palm up and down against the firm wood. "*This* broomstick...?" he asked for confirmation.
Oliver gulped, eyes fixated on the indecent assault upon his wood. "Uhhh..." he replied, unconsciously stepping forward to stand closer to Harry.
Harry in response leaned forward and pushed their mouths together, licking lightly against the tongue inside. Oliver moaned and stepped forward to press his body against Harry's, the broomstick stuck firmly between them. He wrapped one hand around Harry's waist and the other sought out the boy's cock, stroking it deftly through the separating material. Harry groaned loudly and thrust forward into the touch, bringing his own hands down to lift the bottom of Oliver's shirt out of the way so he could rip the zip down of the boy's trousers. He reached his hands inside and found purchase around the erect cock, and began pulling and stroking it with nimble fingers.
"You want me to ride *this* broomstick...?" he murmured between kisses.
Oliver almost whimpered by way of response. "Yes...!"
Harry jumped back, separating their bodies. He stood triumphantly, pointing an accusing finger at his captain. "SEE!! You *do* want to take advantage of me!!" He quickly began jogging towards the castle, away from his molester. "I *knew* it!" he yelled back at the stunned and very confused boy who was soon left standing alone and erect in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
*******
Hermione was waiting at the doors to Hogwarts as Harry came jogging up. He halted with an eager expression in front of the girl. "You know what we're dealing with? You've found a counterspell?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yes, come with me and I'll explain what's happening."
They made their way upwards through Hogwarts until they came to a room near the Gryffindor Commonroom. Hermione motioned Harry inside.
"Ahh...?"
Harry stared at the scene before him. Percy had Neville hugged in a loving embrace on the floor, slowly pushing his cock in and out between the younger boy's spread legs as they moaned gently into each other's mouths. Dumbledore sat on a seat to the side, watching the naked boys intently.
"Professor! I've found Harry!" announced Hermione to the Headmaster. There was no response. "Oh," she said, rolling her eyes. "I should have realised." She strode up to the man and blocked his view of the two boys on the floor.
"What? Oh. Oh!" exclaimed Dumbledore as he gained control of his mind. "Oh, thank you!"
"Sir," said Harry, staring with growing interest as Neville disentangled himself from Percy long enough to slide down the Prefect's body and wrap his mouth around the willing cock. "What's...ahh...what's happening?"
Dumbledore, careful to keep Hermione between the boys and his line of vision, sighed. "It's what I suspected. It's an ancient spell called the Slasher's Curse." He motioned to the boys on the floor. "I've tested my theory on Percy and Neville here. It's not actually a curse," he added, trying to peer around Hermione but the girl moved stubbornly to block his view again. "The reason it's called a curse is that you never get any work done when it's activated."
"What do we do about it?" asked Harry, struggling to keep his feet from taking him over to Percy so he could kiss the older boy.
Dumbledore smiled with a little too much friendliness at Harry. "Well, you could come over here," he replied, his voice dropping as he patted his lap, "and we could-"
"Professor Dumbledore!" cried Hermione, almost slapping the Headmaster's face to keep him from the effects of the spell.
"Oh, thank you again!" said Dumbledore, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Well, in answer to your question, Harry, all we need is to gather everyone in the Great Hall and have them witness a single kiss shared between a male and female. That should break the spell."
*******
One hour later and after much persuasion and redressing, the entire of Hogwarts was present within the Great Hall. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep everyone's attention considering how many males were present in the room. Dumbledore had asked Hermione and Harry to stand up the front, clearly visible from all tables.
"LOOK THIS WAY!" boomed the Professor, and the room fell silent and did as he instructed. "As you know," he continued in a lower voice, "Hogwarts has been affected by a powerful spell. I have gathered you all here to perform the counterspell."
There was a murmuring of voices around the room at this news, and Dumbledore had to clear his throat loudly to gather attention again.
"I have with me Hermione Granger and Harry Potter to assist me, and I would like you all to focus your attentions on them."
Both Hermione and Harry blushed slightly at the attention but turned to face each other dutifully. They leaned in closer, Harry finding a strong repulsion at what was to come. Hermione also seemed to be struggling mentally as thoughts that what she was attempting was unnatural screamed in her brain.
"Stay strong, both of you," encouraged Dumbledore as he gently pushed on both their backs to bring them closer.
Harry stumbled slightly at the movement and grabbed hold of Hermione's arms to steady himself. He looked up and met her eyes. Taking a deep breath and knowing it was now or never, Harry leaned forward and brought his lips against Hermione's, joining them in a gentle kiss.
A flash of blinding light burst out from every body in the room, pulsing through the air before disappearing in a wave through the walls of the Great Hall.
The spell was broken.
Total silence reigned for a matter of seconds before the low murmuring of hundreds of voices began again. Dumbledore turned to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry flinched, remembering what happened last time the Professor had touched him like that.
"Don't worry, Harry," chortled Dumbledore, "The spell is broken. Test it if you don't believe me!"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and turned to look around the room for his main concern: Draco Malfoy. Spotting the boy seated near the top end of the Slytherin table, he stared intently, searching his mind for any unwanted feelings. There was nothing. All he saw was Draco, his most hated enemy, idly talking to Crabbe and Goyle with a slight curve of amusement on his mouth. Draco's tongue flicked a lick against his lips as he laughed at a joke Harry couldn't hear, running his hands through his blonde hair, down for a moment against the smoothly kissable skin of his neck-
"ARGHHHHHH!!"
Harry jolted in shock and spun around to face Dumbledore and Hermione. The entire hall had fallen silent at the outburst and was now waiting to see what would result.
"The spell isn't broken!" Harry cried, waving his hand at Draco. "I still have feelings for Malfoy!!"
There was a pause as the other students evaluated this revelation. One by one they each turned to their nearest love interest and stared to test their feelings. The sexual tension suddenly filling the room was almost tangible.
"See!" cried Harry, still waving his hands at Draco, who was stubbornly resisting the urge to blush, "It's still active!"
Dumbledore, confused and unsure by the accusation, raised his hands in the air, preparing a test spell. "HETEROSA!!" he boomed.
Nothing happened.
"Well," said Dumbledore, after studying the air for a moment longer. "That revealing spell should have shown the presence of non-magical heterosexuality within this school, and it turned up nothing."
Harry tilted his head, confused. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, Harry," said Dumbledore with a smile, "That I'm afraid your feelings for Draco Malfoy are your own." He turned to address the Hall. "And the same goes for anyone else who is still feeling attraction towards another. There is no magic making you feel that way."
He fell silent to allow the students to digest this revelation. Harry, lost in his own thoughts, turned his head to stare over at the Slytherin table again. He found Draco already staring back, a curious expression on his face.
Their eyes met...
********
Later that day, Harry found himself wandering alone through the grounds of Hogwarts, humming happily. Finding himself on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he turned to peer through the dense trees, feeling a sudden pain in the scar on his forehead. His eyes widened in shock. A low hissing, dark and disturbing, filtered from the undergrowth, barely loud enough to reach Harry's ears.
"Voldemort..." Harry whispered, stepping back automatically as he clutched his hand against the throbbing pain in his forehead.
"Potterrrr..." the voice whispered as a hooded figure stepped into the dim shadows of the forest's edge.
Harry, eyes wide with shock, could do nothing but stare as the figure glided towards him, feet not quite touching the ground.
"Harrrry..." the voice sounded, so close the foul stench of death upon the creature's breath near choked the boy. "Do you want to go out...maybe Friday night...deep in the Forbidden Forest...for some bondage or rough love... whatever..."
Harry blushed in embarrassment. He certainly hadn't expected that. At least, not quite this early in their arch-nemesis relationship.
"Err..." he began, unsure quite how to let down a Lord of all Evil, "I *would*, thanks for asking and I'm flattered and all. It's just that I today started a thing with Malfoy." He looked slightly embarrassed by the fact, but continued on. "We're going to keep it exclusive, you know..."
"I can kill him...if he'sss the only reassson..." offered Voldemort hopefully, hissing with nervousness as he attempted to be helpful.
"No!" shot back Harry, waving the idea away. "Look." Ignoring the blinding pain in his forehead, he sighed. "It's not you, it's me. It's just...there's the age difference. And I get this blinding headache when I go near you so I'm never really going to be in the mood for sex... And, well, you're outcast Evil and I'm Good."
Voldemort growled, an inhuman noise as he pondered the words. "I've been reborn so my age is irrelevant... You're discriminating against outcasts... "
Harry sighed. This was harder that he had thought. "And the headaches? Look," he continued on before Voldemort could answer, "you know how long distance things rarely work, what with you being in hiding and the fact you'll be killed on sight if seen around here..."
Voldemort dropped his head, disappointed. Harry was beginning to feel very sorry for the creature.
"Look," he said, with an encouraging smile, "How about you and Lucius. Or Peter?"
Voldemort raised his hooded head a little. "I had not considered them before..."
Harry saw he was on a good thing. "Lucius, he'd be perfect - evil just like you and he's also around your age. Or Peter, if you wanted more the obedient servant type..."
Voldemort shrugged his disfigured frame in agreement of the possibilities. "I will give thought to thissss..." he said, as he turned to glide disturbingly back into the forest. "If you change your mind..." came the final echo of darkness before the forest swallowed his form.
Harry stood a moment longer, hoping he had made the right decision. Unrequited love made many bitter enemies, he knew well.
A twig snapped behind him and he turned to find Draco walking towards where he stood.
"So..." the Slytherin said as he reached Harry.
"So..." replied Harry, unsure where the conversation should go from there.
"Was that my Lord?" asked Draco finally, motioning in the direction Voldemort had left.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. He wanted to see if I was available."
Draco's eyes narrowed possessively. "You didn't say you were, did you?" He stepped closer and gripped a hand upon Harry's shoulder. "I know he's the Lord and all, but that doesn't mean he can just steal his minion's boyfriend because he feels like it."
Harry nodded his agreement of the comment. "Yeah, well I told him no." Draco loosened his grip slightly and instead brought both his hands to lightly rest upon Harry's hips. "I have to think of my future, you know," continued Harry. "Voldemort will retire or be killed eventually, and you'll be the head evil." Draco shrugged his acceptance of the statement. "It's only fitting. I can't just date one of the lower-ranking Death Eaters. My parents would turn in their graves!"
Draco nodded understandingly. "I know exactly what you mean. My dad's been all 'When are you going to find someone worthy who is not just scum to be crushed at my feet?'" He rolled his eyes. "He's been in such a mood since Voldemort returned."
Harry let a smile cross his face. "You know, I think he'll be a lot happier soon. I told Voldemort he should look to his trusted followers for the relationship he wants."
Draco laughed with true pleasure, an unusual sound to leave his mouth. "Thank the evil Lord for that!" he cried, drawing Harry closer to him and planting a lingering kiss upon the grinning lips. "See, everything can work out when you just think outside the square."
Harry laughed into the kiss, deepening it as he pulled the Slytherin into the nearest patch of secluded undergrowth in the Forest.
"Thank the Lord for ancient curses, more like!" he grinned as he pushed Draco to the ground and proceeded in silencing his new lover then and throughout the remaining hours of the day.
THE END.