"So, how are things with Malfoy?" Hermione took a sip from her cup of tea, looking sharply at her best friend.
"Reckon they're fine." Harry shrugged and looked at his watch. "I've a few more minutes before I have to leave for the Auror conference."
"You don't seem… enthusiastic." She fiddled with her quill, finally putting it upon the parchment. She would modify her work schedule later. "Is the sex not satisfactory?"
Harry blushed and hid behind the menu, mumbling, "It's great. His job as curse-breaker keeps him busy though. I wish we had more time for romance! I want Draco to woo me with words."
Hermione cocked her eyebrow at him. "And he doesn't?"
"He's sarcastic and gruff." Harry smiled briefly. "I do like him just like that. It's just that... I want romance once in a while you know."
Harry saw a flash of bright green beyond the tablecloth of the table on the corner. He shook his head; it must have been a house-elf on some errand. Luckily Hermione hadn't seen or she would start bemoaning the fate of the elves.
He studied intently the menu and thus missed Hermione's calculating gaze directed at that table. The brunette had noticed, and the particular shade of green she'd seen brought to her mind memories from the Quidditch World Cup.
oOoOo
"You're so tight, Harry." Draco said hoarsely, pumping his hips into Harry's slick heat.
Harry groaned as he wrapped his arms around Draco's back. His nostrils flared as he smelt the mix of Floo powder and old parchment which meant Draco had just come back from Gringotts. He sneaked a hand between their torsos to touch his cock, because the rubbing motions of his cockhead against Draco's flat abdomen whilst they shagged just weren't enough.
Harry swivelled his hips to impale himself on Draco's cock, seeking the moment when the prick rubbed against his sweet spot on the way out. Harry grunted, his body clenching hungrily around the thick girth.
"That's it, Harry, squeeze me like that." Draco bit lightly Harry's earlobe, his hand twisting his right nipple. "You're so wet and hot for me, aren't you?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead he lifted his legs and hooked his ankles around Draco's shoulders, moaning at the deeper penetration allowed by the new angle. His walls wickedly tried to hang onto Draco's prick on the way out of his slicked channel.
Draco bit his neck just below his right ear, the spot that always elicited a groan from Harry.
He started fisting his cock desperately. Draco had been teasing him for a long time. First he had put Harry on all fours and licked a path to his entrance, teasing it with his tongue which swirled around his entrance until it was sopping wet, gleaming with saliva. He had prepared him carefully, too slowly for Harry. One and then two fingers, scissoring inside him and rubbing his prostate teasingly until Harry begged him to enter him.
Harry was desperate. He felt they had been fucking for hours but in reality it was quite less. He squinted at the fuzzy image of the blond above him, the pale forehead shining with sweat and his blond hair gleaming by the candlelight. They had slowly moved towards the upholstered headboard as they shagged. Harry felt the soft fabric rubbing against his sweaty hair.
Harry's fingers toyed with Draco's pert nipples whilst he fisted his cock with his other hand. He shouted when he was overcome by his orgasm, his seed pooling around his navel whilst he clenched hard around Draco's length. The blond climaxed after a few seconds, overcome by the hot tightness that squeezed his prick like a vise.
Draco said after they uncoupled, "You're always open and so tight, Harry."
Harry exhaled through his teeth as he searched for his glasses on the night table.
Yawning tiredly as he basked in Harry's warmth cuddling against his shoulder, Draco muttered, "Love you, Potter."
Harry was disappointed by Draco's quite succinct declaration.
oOoOo
"Malfoy, you take the study." Bill Weasley pointed at the oak door, behind which lay Mr. Lambrick's office.
The tall redhead's earring glinted in the sunlight as he walked away, calling over his shoulder, "Remember, his widow told us there are cursed books in there."
"I know, Weasley, I know," mumbled Draco crossly as he opened the door. He gazed around at the shelves full of old leather books whose scent brought to his mind the library at the Manor.
From the corner of his eyes, Draco noticed a movement. He shook his head, thinking that Weasley should have told him there were house-elves around.
Draco took out his wand and cast a spell which detected Dark Magic. Satisfied with the results, he levitated the books and directed them towards the desk. The tomes fell with a soft plopping sound.
He narrowed his eyes at a slim volume which was decorated with rich inlaid gold letters. He sauntered towards the shelf and studied the cover, reading aloud the title, "Haikus for all seasons, by Nikito Nipongo."
Shrugging, Draco opened it and leafed through the pages. He hoped to find some good poetry to recite to Harry. His fiancé often hinted he wanted more romance in their lives and this just might give Draco some pointers.
Draco ruffled through the book. Before he could read anything though, a red beam shot from the yellowed pages. It was so bright Draco was blinded for a few seconds.
Bedazzled, Draco felt Bill shaking his shoulders. "Oi, Malfoy! Are you all right? Saw a flash and came back to see what happened."
The blond rubbed his eyes and turned to look at Bill. The earring caught his attention. He said,
"The slim fang dangles,
stark contrast against your mane,
bedazzles my eyes."
Bill frowned and crossed his arms. "What's going on, Malfoy? Are you taking the mickey?"
Bill noticed a thin book lying on the floor. He bent down to pick it up but Draco held his arm, saying,
"The golden words lie,
content black as evil night,
curses lie within."
Bill's eyes widened. He took out his wand and cast a shield around the book, levitating it until he dropped it inside a metal box.
He had heard of cursed books which forced the unwary reader to spout limericks or poetry for the rest of their lives. It seemed Draco had fallen to this type of curse.
"Wait," said Bill urgently. "I'm going to call Harry. I'm sure he'll be able to help!"
Without waiting to hear another haiku from Draco, Bill dashed out of the room and eagerly went to Floo Harry.
Draco impatiently tapped his left foot against the dusty wooden floor. Harry dashed into the study a few minutes later. The Auror's hair was dishevelled and he was breathing rapidly. Grabbing Draco by his shoulders, Harry looked intently at him, his green eyes darkened with worry.
"Draco, how are you feeling? Bill told me what happened. Had to rush out of a conference with the Head Auror, the man will be quite mad by now!"
Draco sighed and reached his hand to ruffle tenderly Harry's hair. He drawled,
"The Auror's tousled hair,
dark porcupine's loving quills,
immune to the brush."
"What?" groaned Harry, his eyes wide as saucers.
He staggered back when Draco smiled at him and said,
"Eyes colour of grass,
wide with wonder and worry,
comfort of my soul."
Harry's heart was dancing the tango in his chest. He had to do something!
oOoOo
"So that's what happened," Harry said softly, his hands nervously rubbing his knees.
"Draco speaks only in haikus?" Hermione muttered whilst she wrote down on the parchment, peering up at her friend's worried face. "Can't be that bad, can it?"
"Are you taking the piss?" growled Harry. He lifted his hands, "Sorry, Mione. It's just that… Draco's job at Gringotts is temporary you know. He wants to become an Auror!"
"So?"
Harry glared at her and tapped his fingers against her desk. "Hello? He can't be an Auror like this." He said exasperatedly, "He could only cast spells that have 5 or 7 syllables!"
"Expelliarmus," said Harry whilst counting off on his fingers, "has five syllables. That's about all he could cast. He can't defend himself! Besides he'd have to recite the other lines. The Dark wizards would curse him easily."
"I see," said Hermione shortly.
"You've got to help us!" Harry said vehemently.
"But I thought you wanted poetry in your life."
Harry said through clenched teeth, "Not like this. It's also affecting our love life."
Hermione sat up straight on her chair, hurriedly pushing aside the parchment. She leaned her elbows on the polished wood and looked sharply at Harry. "Exactly how?"
Before Harry could answer, he heard someone coming through the chimney.
"Anybody home?" said Luna Lovegood. She opened the door to the office. "Hermione, I came to return the…"
Luna's eyes widened in surprise when she saw him. "What happened, Harry? It seems as if you've just seen a wet, pregnant Snorkack."
Harry shrugged and told Luna about his plight, trusting that between the three of them they might find a solution. If his best friend failed using her logic, Luna might glean some information from her strange animals.
Luna nodded several times during Harry's explanation as she fingered her blueberry necklace. The brunet jumped back in surprise when she took out her wand and made a stabbing motion towards his ear. Luna smiled enigmatically.
"Sorry, you had a nargle infestation." She tucked her wand behind her ear, exchanging a significant glance with Hermione.
"I might have a handle on your problem," said Hermione finally.
"You do? That'd be great!" Harry beamed at her.
"I reckon I need to study it from all possible angles." Hermione stood up and walked towards the wall, gazing intently at the books on her shelves until she picked up a heavy tome, chosen apparently at random.
"What do you need?" Harry frowned; Hermione might need a book from the Forbidden Section or perhaps a potion ingredient.
"I need to see the curse in action when Draco is at his most intimate."
"Wait!" Harry blushed and held up his hands. "You don't mean to say—"
"Exactly," said Hermione a bit shrilly. "I need to watch you two when you're making love, to study the kind of haikus Draco composes at that precise moment."
"Said something about my thighs," mumbled Harry. His ears were as red as ripe tomatoes. "Do you expect me to smuggle you into our closet so you can watch us make love? Draco would kill me, after composing the appropriate haiku."
"We don't have to," said Luna in a singsong voice.
"We?" Harry shivered when he noticed the determined glint in Luna's grey eyes.
"Hermione obviously needs help to catch the nuances of the poem," said Luna dreamily.
The brunette nodded her assent whilst Luna continued, "You could simply supply us with a memory. I trust that won't be too intrusive."
Harry fidgeted in his chair. He needed the help of the witches because Draco couldn't even cast spells to clean the house! It looked rather like a pigsty, what with Harry being away on Auror duty and Draco devouring book after book as he tried to find a counterspell. Besides, he sorely missed Draco's dirty talk. Poetry just didn't convey the naughty flavour Harry craved.
"All right, all right!" he growled. "You have a Pensieve?"
"Actually I brought home the one we use at the office." Hermione eagerly took out her wand. "Accio Pensieve!"
oOoOo
Hermione fanned herself with her parchment. The scene in front of her and Luna was unbelievable hot. The soft candlelight fell on the lovers entwined in the bed. Harry's powerful thighs flexed as he bounced up and down on Draco's thick girth. On the downward thrusts, when Draco was completely sheathed inside his lover's body, Harry whimpered and slowly rolled his hips in a circle, his arousal jerking around and shining with precome. Pale hands held his inner thighs, contrasting sharply with the tanned skin. The moaning from the two lovers was a constant staccato made up of short and breathy sounds. The sheen of sweat on Harry's chest lent him the appearance of a wanton merman.
Hermione was startled when Luna pulled on the sleeve of her cardigan. The two walked towards the foot of the bed and simultaneously whimpered when they saw Harry's rim pulsing angrily as the pale prick slid in and out of his body. On the outward thrusts, Harry's entrance twitched as if trying to hold onto the shaft. The two women held their breath when Draco's cockhead slipped completely out of Harry for a few seconds. They stared mesmerised at the gaping entrance which started to close before the prick slid inside once more.
"That's so hot!" Hermione bit her lips, trying futilely to hold back her moans.
"Should've brought the Omnioculars," whispered Luna whilst she gripped Hermione's arm so tightly, her knuckles were white.
The two men continued shagging. Harry's hand was a blur as he fisted his cock whilst he rode Draco as if he was atop a hippogriff out of control.
Draco looked up at Harry, his grey eyes darkened with lust. He rubbed Harry's sweaty chest as he drawled,
"Your strong thighs glimmer,
clutching my body tightly,
gripped inside and out."
Hermione noticed Harry's grimace of disappointment. Meanwhile, Luna was clapping enthusiastically, cocking her head and smiling appreciatively. "Excellent haiku! It captures the poetry of the moment!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, idly noting that the waving parchment failed to cool her blushing cheeks in the Pensieve environment. She pointed at the coupled men. "I'd say the poetry pales next to the hot action!"
The room dissolved in black smoke as the women left the erotic memory.
oOoOo
"I'll get to work on this right away." Hermione patted consolingly Harry's shoulder. "Your memory provided us with juicy... insights."
Harry evaded her gaze, shuffling his dragonhide boots on the floor. "You reckon?"
"I'm sure I'll have an answer very soon."Hermione pointed at her desk, where Luna was squinting at one of her rune books which she held upside down. "Luna will help me and we'll find the cure. Don't worry."
"If you say so," mumbled Harry disconsolately as he walked towards the door.
Once he had left, Luna peered up at Hermione, laying the book on the desk. "I hope you know that Harry—"
"Intends to Obliviate us once we've helped him?" Hermione smiled craftily. "Let him try. I have just the counterspell for that."
Hermione looked at her watch and grabbed her leather bag. "Have to go. I think I know why Malfoy acts like that. He wasn't cursed at all. It was a leprechaun playing a prank. I noticed him; he was concealed when Harry said he'd like more romance in his life."
She walked towards the door, balling her fists. "I'll wring that leprechaun's scrawny neck until he reverses his prank!"
Luna picked a potions book and reclined comfortably on Hermione's chair. "Just go easy on Mr. O'Malley, will you?"
"O'Malley?" said Hermione wonderingly.
"Yep, the leprechaun told me his name, Bad Tipper O'Malley."
Hermione whirled to confront the snowy-haired witch. "You know him?"
"Sure do," said Luna whilst she squinted at the pages on the book, holding it at arm's length. "I might have given Mr. O'Malley the idea for his prank. Harry was always moping around, saying he needed romance in his life."
Hermione clutched her chest. She narrowed her eyes at Luna and said reluctantly, "That was really smart!"
"Yep, gave us the opportunity to watch the boys at play."
Hermione went out the room and closed the door softly, muttering to herself, "After Draco speaks normally, I'll have to convince O'Malley to pull a different prank on Harry. Limericks ought to do nicely."
She rubbed her hands gleefully. "I want to see them shagging, this time from Draco's perspective!"