Harry
Potter and the Glass Phallus
Chapter 10
Softness woke him from dreams, tickling across his skin. Light, barely there strokes meandering slowly across his body, resting on his ribs, tracing circles around his nipples before stroking across his stomach. A breath of anticipation and disappointment when that tease skipped across his eagerly stirring erection and picked up along his inner thigh, swirled around his knee and down his calf to stroke along the top of his foot before leaving.
Too solid for breath and too light for fingers, although his lover could touch that lightly when he chose to. Hair? No, wrong—feel was the only word he could come up with. More like yarn or thread…feather!
God, he loved Christmas break!
"Sleeping the day away, Mr. Potter? How…typical." His lover's voice came from the end of the bed, rich, dark, and a better wake up call than the finest coffee.
Harry stretched, a full-body, loosen-stiff-muscles, entice-the-lover stretch. Muscles tensed and released along his calves and thighs, rippled up his still-flat stomach and across his chest, head and neck thrown back in line with the perfect arc of his spine. Stretched as hard as he could go, Harry relaxed back into the cool linen, curling in on himself, intent on rolling to his hands and knees, the better to cat-stalk his enticing Severus.
Except that his arms refused to obey.
"Problem, Mr. Potter?"
Knees curled up mock-modestly to his stomach, Harry opened one eye and looked up at his arms…elbows…wrists. Wrists that happened to be wrapped in a familiar green silk scarf and bound securely to the headboard. A few lines of silver tracery could be seen, but Severus had been careful that the metallic thread wouldn't irritate Harry's skin.
Oh,
yes! Happy Christmas to me!
Relaxing again into the bed he craned his neck around, looking for his lover, half expecting him to be sitting on the end of the bed. The other half expected this to be an elaborate wake up call, the kind that required him to figure out where his lover had gotten up to in order to earn his—reward.
What Harry found made his breath catch.
The chaise had been moved into the bedroom sometime while Harry had been asleep. The overstuffed and over worn elongated chair (or shortened couch, something they played at arguing over) had seen better days. Over the years their playtimes on it had inflicted enough small tears and stains to thoroughly break it in. All those marks of mutual possession had been erased by an excellent reupholstery job.
It was a lake of softly shimmering black velvet, and his lover sat stiffly on the edge of it clad neck to toe in a robe that matched perfectly, the folds more like wavelets on the water than something separate. The pale, pale skin of Severus' hands and face glowed against the darkness, but not as much as the long, rippling silver-white hair of Draco Malfoy.
"Hello, Potter," Draco said, smiling at Harry's sudden gasp. Draco shook his hair back, eyes the color of the winter sky roving over the bound figure on the bed.
Harry bit his tongue to hold back the whimper in his throat. Draco was curled up next to Severus, and shaking back his hair revealed acres and acres of pale, smooth skin.
The picture of black and white, smooth skin and velvet cloth was burned into Harry's mind. His cock, morning stiff, hardened almost painfully. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he did it again. In troll, just to be safe. He'd never live with the humiliation if he came just from the picture Draco made draped along Severus' shoulder.
Severus cleared his throat and Harry risked opening his eyes, meeting the smirk on his lover's face. This time he noticed that both men held something in their laps, and a long, white ostrich plume was lying on the back of the chaise.
"You know, Harry, there's a saying that I've kept in mind for most of the last year." Severus smiled and Harry shuddered; as a student, that smile had forecast a nightmare detention for whomever had engendered it.
"Paybacks, Harry, are a bitch."
"Severus—" Harry started, tugging slightly at his bonds to test them. Just in case something happened to Severus and he had to help. Or Malfoy decided to get revenge for that Transformations accident in 6th year. Or Hogwarts caught fire and burned to the ground.
Not that he didn't trust Severus to have Harry's best interests at heart.
One long hand came up and began to stroke through Draco's waist-length hair. "Did you know, Harry, that after graduation Draco declined not only the Dark Mark, but refused Dumbledore's offer to work with the Order?"
"I'd heard." Harry stopped worrying at the silk scarf around his wrists and watched Severus' fingers play peek-a-boo with Malfoy's hair.
"Ah, but did you know that our little Draco went into…commerce?" Severus' voice dropped, becoming a languorous drawl. He pulled one long lock of hair back, stroking the length of it before lightly pinching a tiny, pale pink nipple.
"No, I can't say I did." Harry frowned. Just what was Severus up to?
"I was under the impression you did, since you patronized his shop."
The two men on the chaise held up the objects in their laps. Severus gestured to a familiar green covered book with silver inlay, while Draco smirked and held up one covered in red with gold lettering. The title inscribed across the front of the red one was the same as what Harry knew was written on the cover of the green: Potions, Lotions and Notions.
"Oh, shit," Harry muttered.
"Indeed." Severus lowered the case to his lap. "I thought an early Christmas present might be in order, but since you seem to be tied up," Severus shot Draco a look when the younger man snorted at the pun, "I thought I'd open it for you."
Severus lifted the cover carefully, his fingertips caressing up and under the leather edge exactly as he did with every book Harry had ever seen him open. Knowing what was coming even if he'd never felt it himself Harry tensed against sudden warmth surrounding his aching erection. His hips thrust involuntarily against non-existent pressure and he moaned at the lack of friction.
"Problem Harry? Oh look Draco, there's a little dust on it."
Harry forced his eyes open in time to see the feather brush across the tip of the gleaming replica Severus cradled in his other hand. He was beginning to understand Severus' frustration with his own toy; even though he could plainly see that Severus was across the room from him, he could feel the man's hand cradling his balls and the feather flicking deliciously across his leaking tip. He squirmed on the bed, tugging at his bonds, needing to touch. The linen was cool and slightly rough on his hot skin and he twisted to his stomach, humping against it.
"Draco, no!"
Strong, unfamiliar hands grabbed Harry's hips and held him still, pinning him to the bed. Reflex honed to instinct cut in and he kicked back, wrenching his shoulders when he flipped to his back, his vision tunneling down in controlled panic. A yelp and a thud greeted his efforts.
Severus appeared next to him, velvet covered arms wrapping around him pulling him into safety. Harry's breathing slowed and reality returned. He swallowed the curse in his throat, automatically shunting the potential magic back into the flow. A steady stream of cursing from the floor next to the bed accompanied Severus' soft strokes.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't think to warn Draco not to grab you suddenly."
Severus looked as contrite as his strong features could, and Harry could feel how sincere he was. Reflexes were something they'd both had to overcome, and they each compensated without thought any more. Harry grinned in answer and shook his head in an attempt to get his hair out of his eyes. Severus brushed a few clinging strands aside and leaned over the edge of the bed, careful not to squash his lover.
"Are you all right, Draco?" he asked, extending a hand to the pile of skin and hair sitting on the bedside rug and rubbing its bum.
"My pride is slightly bruised," Draco admitted, taking Severus' hand and letting the older man pull him onto the bed. "My bum one of you will have to check later." His smirk softened to an apologetic smile and he brushed one hand along Harry's hip.
"Sorry, Dray," Harry smiled back, using the nickname he'd adopted in 7th year during their brief fling as…what? They'd found mutual comfort during the constant stress, although more often than not their trysts dissolved into recitations of political dogma pounded into them by the adults around them. He'd been delighted that Draco had refused the Mark, and disappointed that the Slytherin had refused the Order; Harry had seen it as a possibility to investigate a more permanent, relaxed liaison with his yearmate.
Until Severus Snape had sliced open his heart and shown him the true nature of love. While he and Draco might have comforted each other and even had sex, what they didn't have was the same sense of devotion, respect and trust developed through repeated trials by fire.
Draco shook his head, all that hair flying everywhere before falling across himself and Harry. "Even without Severus' warning I should have known. I have any number of regular clients who have reflexes just as bad as yours."
"Clients?" Harry asked, frowning. Malfoy couldn't possibly mean?
The blond on the bed laughed at the look on Harry's face. "Yes clients. But before you ask, I'm here on vacation. I always take the two week break off, and nobody complains, not if they want to stay on my list." Draco stroked his hand along Harry's chest, pausing to flick one brownish nipple and scrape it lightly with silver-tipped nails. "I'm truly sorry about the interruption, Harry." He leaned forward, huffing warm air against what seemed to be his favorite nub. "I hope it hasn't put you off completely." Draco finished with a slight squeeze of Harry's genitals, gently rolling his balls in their sac.
Renewed arousal starting to heat his blood, Harry shook his head. How could it, when he had two of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen in his life lounging in his bed. He looked up at his lover. "So, what did you have in mind?"
Severus leaned down and licked across Harry's lips before dipping inside and curling across Harry's. Finally he drew back, licking his own lips, savoring the taste of his bound lover. Taking another kiss, he breathed across Harry's mouth. "I think, my love, that first we'll take turns fucking you until you lose what's left of your mind."
"And then," Draco murmured in his ear, "you're going to fuck yourself."
Harry shuddered and shook his head, his two partners pulling back slightly. "Kiss him," he panted, turning his eyes to Draco.
Draco and Severus exchanged a quick look, and in it Harry saw Severus' surprise and Draco's quickly disguised longing.
Ah, hah! Harry thought. One question about why Draco was here answered. Harry knew exactly how Severus felt about him, and knew Draco was no threat to their relationship. He almost felt sorry for the blond, but buried the thought deep; while he was at Draco's mercy was not the time to let the proud dragon know Harry pitied him.
Instead he settled back into the pillow, easing the pull on his shoulders and watched the show.
The two men watched each other, kneeling on either side of Harry's body. Tentatively Draco reached out, resting one hand on Severus' velvet covered chest before sliding his hand up to his shoulder and tugging him down. Severus cast one last glance at Harry, seeking his encouraging smile before letting the other Slytherin pull him close.
Black on silver on black.
They might have been hesitant at first, but Severus' little growl of pleasure mirrored the more obvious stirring in Draco's nude body. One of Severus' hands was tangled in Draco's hair, the other sliding down his lean length to cup and knead one side of his pert bum. Draco himself was clinging for dear life to the Potions Master, leaning as far into the kiss as Harry's body would allow.
They look good together, Harry admitted to himself, burying the tiny twinge of jealousy under a rising wave of lust.
Slowly they drew apart, tongues tangling to the last second, both of them panting. Severus' eyes were half-closed in the way that meant he was about to pounce, while Draco's had widened, his pink lips dark and swollen.
"Now strip him," Harry commanded, and before Severus could form more than a token protest Draco's hands were ripping open the velvet robe.
Rows of snaps at each shoulder popped open, running down to each elbow, and Draco yanked the robe down over Severus shoulders, momentarily pinning the older man's arms. Harry could feel Severus steadying his breath, see him make the conscious effort to relax, no doubt telling himself there was no threat here. Harry squirmed closer, just managing to brush against his lover with his knee. A second later Severus was shoved to the bed, and Draco was straddling Harry, fighting to yank the robe off over Severus' feet. Apparently the robe was the only thing Severus had worn to the party.
Harry blinked, eye to balls with Draco's genitals. He shaves, Harry realized, how nice. Never one to resist a temptation dangled directly in front of him Harry reached his head up and licked lightly across Draco's sac, wet tongue sliding across smooth, soft skin. In a flash Draco was gone, back to the side of the bed.
"Naughty, naughty," Draco laughed, throwing a look over at Severus, who was just righting himself. "Little Harry seems eager to play."
Severus ran his eyes from one end of his lover to the other before stroking lightly across his skin. A fingertip ran lightly along the arch of one eyebrow and along Harry's cheek before slipping inside Harry's mouth. Harry obliged by holding the digit lightly between his teeth and sucking on it, his tongue fluttering the length suggestively.
"Yes, he does, doesn't he?" Severus murmured, dragging his damp finger out of Harry's mouth and down his neck. He brushed across the nipple Draco had ignored before drawing his line of touch downward in a rambling, spiraling pattern that suddenly headed south to end at the tip of Harry's burgeoning cock. Severus slicked his finger with the tiny bit of moisture he found there and lifted it to his own mouth, keeping his eyes locked with Harry's while he sucked it clean.
Severus slid from the bed. "Get Harry ready, Draco, while I get something to drink," he tossed the order over his shoulder, striding from the room.
The two younger men watched his naked figure disappear into the sitting room.
"Damn, what an arse," Draco muttered before turning back to Harry.
Since he'd been watching just as avidly, all Harry could do was nod. "I've been telling him that forever." He shot Draco a measuring look. "Maybe if you tell him he'll believe it."
Draco turned his head, apparently looking for something. "If he doesn't believe you I doubt he'd believe me. Slytherin, you know," he added. "Ah, there it is."
He reached under the bed and came up with a small white jar. He knee-walked up the length of the bed and set the jar next to Harry's hip before insinuating himself between Harry's thighs and draping them wide over his own.
"Not too bad, yourself," he said apparently admiring the view.
"What's next on the agenda?" Harry asked, hearing the slightest hoarseness in his voice.
Draco didn't answer in words. Instead he sloppily licked his hand from heel to tip and wrapped it around Harry's cock, pumping it twice. The sudden rough touch on his cock made Harry struggle to thrust, but with his legs as wide as they were he didn't have the leverage. He was left with squirming in Draco's grip, trying for more of that wonderful friction. He'd been close to coming once already, and he knew it wouldn't take much to bring him over the edge.
The blond Slytherin seemed to sense Harry's dilemma and let go, instead leaning as far forward as he could force Harry's legs back and apart. Long hair curtained them, tickling along Harry's ribs, and his erection was trapped between their bodies. He could feel Draco as well, every bit as hard as he was, rubbing lightly against his stomach.
"Oh, Harry, what a picture you'd make right now," Draco murmured, dipping down to nibble and lick here and there across Harry's neck. "Do you know what Severus would see if he walked in right now? He'd see your legs up over mine, your arse spread wide open, and that hungry little hole of yours bare to the world, with just the hint of your lovely balls hanging down to decorate it all."
Harry whimpered. He could, indeed, picture exactly that. Even better in his own mind, he could see himself walking in on Severus and Draco in that position.
"Now, you know, Harry, some wizards like to use magic for this, but I prefer the old-fashioned way." Draco paused in his speech to suckle first one nipple, then the other to hard little peaks. It was immediately apparent to Harry that Malfoy had become a perfectionist since leaving Hogwarts, as he spent a considerable amount of time switching between the two until they were identical in height, color and dampness.
Draco slid further down Harry's body, taking care that only the lightest of touches dragged across Harry's erection in a deliberate tease.
I
was right, Harry
thought in some barely coherent corner of his mind. He's still pissed about the half-cat thing I turned him into, and now
he's going to kill me by causing my balls to explode.
After what
seemed enough time for the polar caps to freeze over Hell, Harry felt hot breath
on his throbbing cock followed by a burning line of wet that left ice in its
wake. His last shred of coherency fled for the
Instead Harry's head jerked up when something almost painfully rough snapped tight around the base of his cock, followed almost instantly by intense pressure on his balls.
"What the hell?" he managed to get out.
Draco laughed, puffs of air caressing along the tender skin of his inner thigh. "I told you I was old-fashioned. I find the restriction of a cock and ball restraint to be an effective method of prolonging pleasure."
Draco's head disappeared entirely from Harry's--admittedly limited--view, and he immediately yipped when his legs were shoved roughly up and apart. Before panic or protest set in, an agile tongue washed across his hole, its flexible tip probing at the opening.
It was like sticking his finger in a socket, Harry realized, the electric shock of it routing straight to his cock and making it strain against the ring. Every heartbeat pumped more blood into the engorged member; he could feel it pressing against the stiff leather that held back his orgasm.
Eyes closed to better feel, Harry tugged at his bonds, wanting nothing more than to strip off the ring and fuck Malfoy's teasing little mouth.
Cool air blew across his anus, and he clenched the muscles tight in protest. He wanted more, and got it in a sudden sharp stab of pain that rolled over to pleasure almost instantly. Definitely not his tongue! Harry thought. His body bucked up and back, demanding more penetration from whatever was forcing its slick way into his body. His legs flailed wildly, almost immediately wrapping around a pair of slender shoulders, the better to hump himself on the delicious pressure on his prostate.
"Very nice, Harry," Draco purred from the end of the bed. "Is this the way Severus prepares you? Or do you prefer his wand? Ebony, 11 inches, isn't it? About as thick as a finger, too, as I recall. How deep does he shove it in you before he casts his spell, Harry? Ever felt his magic sparking…here?"
Harry shouted and convulsed, fire and lightening sweeping over him in waves. The only thing missing from the orgasm Draco tipped him into was the gallons of cream he could feel collected in his balls. His cock still ached, but the throb was distant, pleasant, like a warm summer day after a swim in the lake. Distantly he heard voices and the clink of glass, but somehow he really couldn't bring himself to care.
Eyes barely open, Harry saw Severus deposit a medium-sized decanter and three glasses on the bedside table. His eyes ran over the familiar lines of Severus' body, acres of pale skin mottled here and there by darker or lighter patches. The cobweb of scarring across the hip nearest Harry, gotten in the Final Battle, had faded over time but would always ache in cold weather, and Harry wanted desperately to run his tongue over them as he did so often, reminding himself that Severus lived.
A tiny mewl came from the end of the bed, and Harry caught the barest flick of black eyes acknowledging Draco before they refocused on Harry, and in them Harry saw his lover's realization of Draco's feelings, as well as his sorrow at not returning them.
"Still hard, Mr. Potter?" Severus raked him head to foot with a look that made Harry's blood start to pound in his head. "I thought surely Mr. Malfoy would have worn you out by now." He turned to Draco. "These war heroes; no stamina you know."
Draco laughed and ran his hands up Harry's thighs before moving behind him and rolling Harry further onto his side. Draco draped himself along the length of Harry's back, a few locks of that damnably ticklish hair drifting across Harry's chest and bringing with it the scent of lilies. He could feel Draco's erection in the small of his back, his balls brushing against Harry's arse.
"I know. It's like the war took something out of all of us, and we haven't found a way to replace it." Draco's words, so solemn, were an incongruous counterpoint to the fact that he had one hand wrapped around Harry's erection and was stroking it lightly.
Harry's mind was fast catching up with his body, and he moaned, grinding first back against Draco's cock and then thrusting forward into his hand. His breath caught when he glanced at Severus, only to find his lover with one hand wrapped around his own member, stroking in time to Draco's movements, eyes steady on what the blond was doing to Harry.
"Severus, please," Harry begged, caught between thrusting back, arching forward and stretching his neck to suck on his lover.
" 'Please' what, Harry?" Severus asked. "You have to ask, neither of us are mind readers."
"I want," Harry gasped, "I want to suck you while…while Draco fucks me. Please, Severus."
He might have had trouble with the words but the effect was immediate. He saw Severus shudder and grip himself hard, while a long leg parted his own and a moment later something thick and blunt was pushing at his entrance.
Molten heat raced through his body from his arse as something larger and harder than Draco's fingers entered his body in one quick thrust. Slow, easy thrusts, just shallowly teasing his sweet spot; the pull and burn of his entrance stretched wider than nature intended. Something soft and tickly brushed along his ribs, back and forth, in perfect counterpoint.
"Oh, Harry, nice, and tight, slick, and hot. Exactly the way I like my arseholes," Draco growled.
"Whatever," Harry thought he said. "Just shut up and fuck me."
Apparently he had managed to get his point across, even if the words had come out somewhat garbled, because the teasing driving him wild transformed into hard pounding strokes that satisfied something deep in Harry's stomach.
Three…
…God, yes, this was it…
…Two
…arch and twist and…
…On—
"Stop."
The command rang out, low and forceful, bouncing off the walls of the small chamber. Harry and Draco both cried out in frustration when Draco was stilled in mid thrust. Sweat rolled between them, slicking Draco's chest against his back, and Harry could feel the minute amount of resistance the Slytherin was mustering to disobey a voice they were both used to obeying without question.
"Severus," Draco moaned, tossing his head, long hair lashing across his back and flanks.
Breath short in his heaving lungs, Harry tried to focus past the haze of bangs and lust that blinded him.
Draco suddenly shuddered and moaned, jerking backward far enough that Harry bucked back to follow, suddenly terrified of losing the fullness in his arse.
"Oh God, Severus," Draco cried, and slammed forward. His chin ground into Harry's shoulder, and while a tiny corner of Harry's mind noted that there'd be a bruise there, the rest was too busy dealing with the sudden change of direction.
Severus spoke from behind them. "I found your little diatribe to Harry earlier extremely enlightening, Draco. As it happens, Harry and I prefer the, 'old-fashioned way', as you describe it, as well."
And when the hell had Severus moved?
The question was driven from Harry's mind by a series of tiny movements Draco was making, each one accompanied by a tiny whimper or mew. The little movements were keeping Harry balanced on the edge of fulfillment, and he longed to reach behind him and pull at Draco's hips. Anything to tip the balance and give him the ecstasy the prolonged teasing promised.
Long, familiar fingers wrapped around Harry's balls, cradling them gently before giving them the tiny roll only Severus knew he loved. There was a moment of disorientation, an unsettling swirl of movement, and he felt himself nudging at a tight ring of flesh. He thrust forward and—nothing.
Harry's eyes flew open. What the fu--?
Craning his head around, he could see Draco behind him, hell he could feel Draco, inside and out, shivering like a nervous colt. The tremors raced through Draco and into Harry, shuddering against his prostate deliciously. Moaning, Draco pressed forward; hard, steady pressure that Harry wanted to squirm against, until he realized what Draco was reacting to.
The glass sculpture of Harry's own erect cock.
It was the only thing to account for the slick heat and clinging tightness dragging at his cock, the reason why he could feel Severus stroking across his balls but not see him. Severus was fucking Draco with Harry's cock.
Harry groaned
and dropped his head with a thud. Remembering Severus' words of experience he
closed his eyes, shutting out the contradicting view and concentrated on what he
was feeling. In and out, slick and hot and tight, he could imagine the view
Severus was getting as he eased the crystal dildo in and out, picking up
momentum as Draco began to move faster and faster between the two, shoving back
against Harry, then slamming into Harry's arse.
"Oh yes, Draco," Severus crooned, rocking Draco's cock deeper and deeper into Harry with the force of his own thrusts with the replica. "I never thought you'd be so obliging, so quickly. Just imagine the view when I returned from my lab; you, between Harry's legs, face buried in his arse, your own wiggling so nicely in the air in invitation, as well as your…discussion…with Harry about lubing techniques."
The burn was stronger than ever, sweat stinging in his wrists and arse. Draco's weight drove him into the bed and the ring into his erection, branded it into his stomach. The friction from the sheets helped maintain the illusion that he was fucking Draco while the man was fucking him. Over and over the blond pounded him, just as he pounded the blond, edging them both to the brink.
Magic flowed over his body in a warm tingle and at the same instant his arms fell to the pillow, the ring that held him tight let go, and the white rush of completion crashed over him, driving him into momentary darkness.
Gradually, awareness returned. First as soft voices, then light touches stroking across his body. Magic lifted and turned him, gentled the aches in his joints, but left the feeling of completion intact. Soon after the pale fragrence of lilies coaxed him to spend his small store of strength and open his eyes.
Strands of pale, scented hair lay across him, their slight movement only enough to perfume the air around him without tickling. Harry's eyes moved and his head followed, tracking the blond lengths to their owner. Green eyes went wide when he finally focused on Draco. The Slytherin knelt between Severus' thighs, the Potions Master's thick cock wet and shiny as it rhythmically appeared and disappeared between rose-dark lips.
Harry glanced up at his lover, reclining on a stack of pillows propped against the head of the bed. Severus was partially clad in a black robe, the tie loose around his waist, revealing a hint of his chest before falling aside and framing his body from there down. One hand held a goblet a third full of dark amber liquid, the other held one of Harry's against Severus' stomach, and was gently stroking the back of it.
His head was thrown back, eyes closed tightly until Harry cleared his throat to speak. "What?" Harry managed to croak, vaguely waving his free hand around the room.
Draco raised his head with a last long, leisurely lick. "Back with us, I see. You were right, Severus," he shook his head, hair flying. "No stamina at all in this one."
"Hopefully this will help; here, drink this," Severus turned and exchanged his goblet for a full one that he held out to Harry.
Pulling his hand free Harry struggled to his side, taking the goblet in one hand. "What is it?" he whispered, extremely conscious of every ache and pain in his body. He sniffed, intrigued by the slightly sweet smell. Cautiously he dipped his tongue in to taste, surprised at the honey-salt flavor that burst on his tongue, much like honeyed nutmeats.
"A restorative," Severus said. "Now drink it; it's much better than that sports drink you favor."
"Hmmm," Harry murmured, taking a larger swallow. The flavor was a complicated swirl of sweet and salt, rose petals and musk. He could follow it down his throat and into his stomach, warmth spreading out to fingers and toes to ease his aches. Quickly he finished the glass, handing it back to Severus. The warmth was spreading even further, and amazingly seemed to be concentrating in his groin, the stirring there quickly becoming a heated interest in more of what had put him out.
"Severus, just what was in that?" Harry asked, eyeing Draco's hair and wondering how much of a fuss the man would put up if Harry wanked himself off in it.
"Oh, a bit of this and a pinch of that, like any potion." Severus' chuckled dragged Harry's attention back to him. "And a really excellent aphrodisiac; totally non-addictive."
"Aphrodisiac?" Harry asked, incredulous.
"Of course," Severus said, pushing Harry's head down to join Draco's.
Draco grinned at Harry, a smile the reminded the Gryffindor that he was supposed to be brave. "After all," Draco said, "we've only got a bit over thirteen days until school is back in session, and there's still so many interesting things to do."
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