Disclaimer: Yes I am delusional, I do own Harry Potter. Right...
Okay people, concluding chapter for Euphoria. Hope you guys like it :D
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Harry cracked open his eyes a few millimetres. He was fairly cold, but then as he could only feel boxers on his body, he didn't worry too much. He opened his eyes fully but then shut them again. God it felt like he took a 50 ft dive and landed on his head. Suddenly wondering if maybe that did happen, he opened his eyes slowly and peered around. Looking to the right and seeing his dark read hangings, he breathed a sigh of relief. Not in the hospital wing then. His relief was short lived.
"Harry" a voice asked, "Are you awake?" Harry started at the voice and turned to meet the person's eyes. Harry must have woken up because of this person.
"Hermione?!"
Harry looked around wildly, wondering if maybe he was in the girls' dormitories. Having Lavender and Parvati walk in on him in only boxers was one of his worst nightmares. His mind quickly became logical as he recognised his Firebolt leaning by his bed. How would he even get into the Girls' Dormitories? Those bloody stairs would stop him even if he tried. He turned back to Hermione, who was watching him with a slightly worried expression on her face.
"So erm... was there something you wanted Hermione?" Harry inquired, subtly trying to cover more of his half naked body with his quilt. He knew Hermione was one of his best friends and would never have those types of feelings for Harry, but still. Hermione was now watching him amusedly.
"Well, Harry," she said however, "I thought I'd come and check on you, considering the condition you were in last night." Harry stared at her confused. What condition? He knew his head hurt, but he all of last night was mainly a blur at that moment. He tilted his head to the side and waited for Hermione to explain.
"Don't you remember?" she asked puzzled, "Not really surprising, considering you were unconscious though." Harry racked his brains. Why on Earth would he be unconscious? Did he fall off his broom, like he suspected? Hermione could tell he was having problems so she started to explain.
"Well I knew you had detention with McGonagall, so I waited up for you. It was about an hour after you left I heard a knock on the portrait. Slightly confused, I opened it and there I saw you unconscious, being levitated by Malfoy! I mean I was absolutely shocked. Thinking he had done something to you, I started to withdraw my wand but he nodded at me and left. He nodded politely, as well if I recall." Hermione tapped a finger on her chin and looked as confused as Harry felt. Why would Malfoy bring him back to his dorms? Maybe he had done something to Harry. A duel would certainly explain his thumping headache. But why would Malfoy bring him back, instead of leaving him for Filch to find?
All this thinking was making Harry's already sore head, hurt even more. He shook his head and looked at his clock. It was 7 o'clock in the morning. Typical Hermione, she would wake him up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday. He sighed and looked back at Hermione.
"I wouldn't worry about it Herm. I'll get him to tell me today what happened." He smiled encouragingly at her, but then slumped back on his pillows. He felt so tired, like all his energy had been wasted on something last night. Not recalling anything he looked expectantly at Hermione, who was still sitting on the end of his bed.
"Harry," she began, "Seeing as you're up now, we might as well do our potions homework." She beamed at Harry.
Harry's heart clenched. He really, really didn't want to get up this early, but Hermione's hopeful face won him over.
"Alright," he sighed, "But only if we have breakfast first" Doing potions homework, first thing on a Saturday was bad enough. Doing it without breakfast would be unbearable. At least with Hermione doing it with him, he could get tons of help with it.
"Sure Harry," Hermione agreed, "I'll just leave you to get changed then. Meet you in the Great Hall." She left the room quickly, shutting the door behind her. Harry briefly considered falling straight back to sleep but remembered how many unpleasant spells Hermione knew to wake up people. He had experienced spells that poured buckets of cold water over him and made his skin tingle unpleasantly. No, getting up now was definitely the easiest option. He pulled back the covers and swung his legs over the bed.
He quickly got changed and brushed his teeth. He set off out of the Gryffindor Dorms and to the Great Hall.
His head felt odd. It didn't hurt as much anymore but it was like a hand was putting pressure on his forehead. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the sensation but it didn't go. Giving up, he trudged his way to the Great Hall to meet Hermione. He walked towards the huge double doors and made his way to the Gryffindor table, where among the few people there, he spotted Hermione. He greeted her warmly, albeit yawning a little and started to pile food on his plate. Scrambled eggs, sausages and fried tomatoes came first, quickly followed by a helping of pancakes. He poured golden syrup on the top and began to quickly devour them. Harry was on his fourth bite when Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall.
Harry's eyes quickly glanced towards the Slytherin. He was strolling towards his own house's table; his hair neatly styled and dressed in casual jeans and a jumper. Harry found the sight of Malfoy in muggle clothes a little odd, but didn't comment to Hermione about it. He continued to watch Malfoy as he sat down facing Harry's table and started to add some food to his plate. Malfoy's eyes glanced up suddenly, as if feeling Harry's eyes on him and stared directly at Harry. The moment their eyes met, memories of the night before came flooding back to Harry. His eyes widened as he remembered the detention, Draco dropping the vial and finally...himself practically molesting Malfoy. His face paled as he stared into Malfoy's face and his fork slipped from his hand, hitting his plate with a loud clang.
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Draco had awoken that morning from the best wet dream he'd had for ages. Unfortunately, it had been about last night. Images of Harry Potter just sucking his neck had made Draco come in record time. Not surprising as it almost happened in real life too. Oh god Potter had been so hot like that.
Because of his amazing dream however, Draco had awoken fairly early and decided to go down to breakfast. If he was lucky, Potter wouldn't be down at this time and he could avoid him until Monday. He didn't want to face him and have to explain what had happened. Considering it was Draco's fault, it would probably earn him a punch in the face. His luck was apparently against him today as the first thing he noticed when he entered the Great Hall, was a mop of curly black hair sitting with Granger at the Gryffindor table. He quickly looked away and strolled towards his own table. Maybe ignoring Potter would work just as well as avoiding him.
He sat down at his table and began selecting a few pieces of food he would like to eat this morning. A prickling feeling on his neck made him pause and look up for a few seconds. That was all it took for Draco to break his oath to ignore Potter. He stared into Potter's bright green eyes and his breath caught in his throat. He was in danger of becoming rock hard at the breakfast table as memories flitted to Draco's mind's eye. Potter however, had a distinct look of panic and shock on his face as he stared at Draco. Apparently he hadn't remembered what had happened. His face was ghostly pale and his fork landed loudly on his breakfast plate. The noise made him jump slightly and he laughed nervously at Granger, who was asking if he was alright. He apparently reassured her as moments later he fled the hall and headed outside. But not before he cast one last glance at Draco that was oddly like the ones Draco saw last night.
Draco stood up after Harry had exited the room and began to follow him. He ignored requests from Pansy of where he was going and hurried to keep up with Potter as he speeded out of the castle and into the grounds. He didn't know what he was going to say when he caught up with Potter, but he knew he couldn't just leave this...whatever it was between them. He needed things to go back to normal.
Potter had stopped just behind a huge oak tree near the lake and was currently staring across its waters, looking deep in thought. Draco crept forwards slowly, pausing just behind Potter. He could see where Harry's hair curled at the nape of his neck, the hard muscles underneath his shirt and his long legs encased in jeans. He'd never realised just how hot Potter was until last night. He sighed softly and walked forwards so he was mere millimetres away from Potter's body. Making up his mind he gently rested his hands on Potter's hips and attached his mouth to the bare expanse of neck on display in front of him.
Potter immediately froze at the contact and started to move away. That is, until Draco began to replicate Potter's actions of last night. He sucked his neck slowly and ran his hands up Potter's sides, pulling the shirt up gently as they moved. Glimpses of Potter's bare skin became available as the shirt was moved and Draco quickly moved his hands underneath the shirt. Potter almost liquefied at this and leaned backwards into Draco's body. Draco ran his hands up Potter's chest and brushed a nipple, which stiffened. Potter's body also suddenly stiffened and he wrenched himself away from Draco, who immediately missed Potter's body heat.
"What the hell are you playing at Malfoy?!" Potter burst out, spinning around to face Draco, his gorgeous eyes burning with fury. "Are you just going to play with me, than humiliate me in front of
all your friends?" Draco's eyes widened at the accusation. Did he really come off that cruel? He felt slightly hurt that Harry couldn't accept that he wanted to do this for himself. Potter wasn't finished yet though.
"Why did you even bring me back last night?" He continued ranting, "You could have just left me with Slughorn. You didn't need to take me back!" He was panting slightly now, looking a little lost but mostly angry.
Draco didn't know how to explain. How does one confess to ones enemy that they find them absolutely fuckable and apparently care about them enough not to leave them in a cold, damp dungeon? He inwardly rolled his eyes at his thoughts and turned back to the problem at hand.
"I..." he hesitated, "Last night, you...affected me." He began carefully, "I guess I just didn't want to leave you there, when it was my fault you were in that state anyway." He stopped talking and gazed at Potter's face. A hundred conflicting emotions could be viewed there; confusion, longing, passion, suspicion and finally- determination.
"So this isn't some prank or game you're playing with me?" Potter confirmed. Draco shook his head, warily, looking at Potter, who nodded to himself. He started forward suddenly and fastened his lips onto Draco's.
Draco gasped at the sudden onslaught and Potter used this opportunity to slip his tongue into Draco's mouth. He steadily pushed Draco backwards until his back hit the trunk to the tree and leaned into him. Potter explored Draco's mouth slowly, sucking lightly on his lips. Draco shivered and wrapped his arms around Potter's neck. He threaded his hands through the thick locks. They were extremely soft. Surprising as Harry's hair looks like something has slept in it, most of the time. He began to kiss back, hesitantly at first but as he became sure that Harry wasn't going to pull away and say "Only kidding!" he put everything he felt into the kiss.
Harry slid his hands up Draco's shirt and began tracing Draco's muscles. Between that and the kiss, Draco was practically melting into a Malfoy puddle on the floor. A small part of him was impressed by Potter's multi-tasking. Harry managed to pull Draco's sweater off quick enough that the two of them were only separated for a few seconds. Potter pushed Draco harder into the tree and the bark scraped his back a little, but he couldn't care less. The sensations Potter was giving him drowned out a few scratches on his back.
Draco was getting a little bored of playing the submissive role to be honest, and decided to spice things up a bit by pulling off Harry's shirt and belt. Clothing was now in Draco's favour. Potter apparently didn't like this and soon Draco's trousers and shirt were on the grass next to them in mere seconds.
Draco was pushed up against the tree again but this time Harry grabbed his thighs and lifted him off the ground. Draco instinctively wrapped his pale legs around Harry's waist and clung on tightly so he didn't fall on his ass. Only in his boxers, Draco could feel Harry pressing against him, rock hard and hot. He groaned in Harry's mouth and rolled his hips experimentally. Their groins pressed together and he felt Harry gasp in his mouth. The action sent sparks of pleasure through their bodies. Harry let go of Draco's legs and slid his boxers down his legs. He stepped back and slid his own jeans and boxers down. He quickly joined Draco again by the tree and kissed him quickly.
"Ready?" Harry breathed. Draco froze. What the hell was Potter on about? He decided to voice his thoughts.
"What the hell are you on about Potter?!" he said loudly, "You are definitely not being on top. I mean do you even have experience?" Potter flushed at this and muttered something about the Weaselette. Draco rolled his eyes. So Potter had never been with a guy. Draco was no slut but he at least had some experience with guys. He sighed. Obviously it's not a good idea for Potter to be on the bottom then.
"Potter," he warned, "you hurt me and I'll make your life extremely miserable." Potter almost looked like he was going to laugh, but then thought better of it. Thinking back on his threat, Draco realised that considering Potter's history with Voldemort, he possibly already knew what a miserable life was like. He rolled his eyes and turned to Potter. He signalled for him to lie on the grass. Potter complied quickly, looking desperately aroused at this point. Draco had firsthand knowledge of how that felt at the moment. He quickly straddling Potter's hips and grabbed his hand.
"You're going to need to prepare me, Okay?" he said gently, "Stretch me with your fingers." He placed his hands next to Potter's head and tried to relax. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Potter's fingers entered somewhere he never would have guessed they'd go. It was slightly painful at first as Draco had to get used to it, but Harry became more relaxed with it and brushed against something in Draco, that had him moaning loudly. When Draco thought he was ready, he nodded at Harry and summoned his wand from his jean's pocket. He wordlessly conjured some lubricant, a handy trick his third boyfriend had taught him, and coated Potter's cock.
Harry shivered but held still as Draco ran his hand up and down. Finally, Draco couldn't wait anymore and slowly impaled himself on Harry's cock. Oh this was so much more painful than Draco remembered. He sucked in a breath, but kept going, almost biting his lip in half. Harry closed his eyes in bliss. At least one of us is having a good time. Draco finally reached the end of Harry and kept very still, waiting for the pain to pass. Harry moved a millimetre to the left and Draco let out a small whimper, not quite ready for Potter to move yet. Hearing Draco, Potter opened his eyes, raised his head and looked worriedly at Draco.
"I'm fine Potter," panted Draco. He wouldn't be able to stand it if Potter stopped now, "Just getting used to this feeling again. Finally deeming himself ready, he gave an experimental roll of his hips. Harry flung his head back, which hit the ground, and groaned. Draco could feel pleasure taking over from pain but had yet to find that one spot. He pushed up with his legs and thrust downwards again. This time Draco moaned as pleasure erupted inside him. The two set a fast rhythm, Harry pushing upwards with his hips as Draco thrust downward.
Draco opened his eyes and gazed down at Potter. He really was gorgeous. Draco wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed it before. It wasn't really surprising actually; after all, it was hard to antagonize someone when checking out their body.
Draco could feel himself getting close and he was about to tell Harry to hurry up, when Potter let out a guttural sound and came deep inside Draco, who couldn't hold on any longer, came quickly after him.
The two collapsed on the grass, Harry on his back and Draco lying on his chest, Potter still inside him. They lay there for a while, breathing steadily.
"Draco..." Harry suddenly said.
"Yeah" Draco replied. Wondering how Potter could even form a coherent sentence after that amazing sex.
"You know where we can get some more of that Euphoria Potion?"
Draco grinned. Visions of Euphoria Potion and handcuffs danced in his head.
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Not sure about that lemon. Didn't quite go the way I wanted it to, but hey, tell me what you think :D
