Chapter 1
Far off to the north, relaxing on a black leather couch in his common room, was Draco Malfoy. Even while focusing on a difficult task, such as homework for a N.E.W.T. class, he managed to look composed and unaffected. He ignored the low chatter of the room and underlined an important sentence in the text.
A body sat on the far end of the sofa, but Draco finished the paragraph before glancing up.
"Pansy," he greeted curtly.
Despite her annoying demeanor that seemed to repulse most people, Pansy was one of the few allowed to intrude upon Draco's studies. Anyone that had seen her sneaking from the boy's dormitory in the early morning understood why.
Apparently pleased to have caught his attention, the dark haired girl grinned. "I received a package." Her voice remained flat while her eyes revealed the suppressed excitement. "I'd like to show it to you."
"It's not another set of robes from my mother, is it?" Having no daughter of her own, Narcissa was known to dote on Draco's long-time girlfriend. He didn't mind, as it meant Pansy happily received gifts she actually liked with little to no effort on his part.
"Not hardly." She stood and walked to the end of the couch he was leaning against. "I dare say clothes will be the furthest thing from our minds, and bodies."
Pushing her chest down and to the side of his face, Pansy leaned over and pointed to a sentence in his book. "You'll want to underline that as well. McGonagall quoted it in class on Tuesday." With that, she straightened up and wandered off to the dormitory stairs.
Draco reread the sentence she had pointed to several times. The quill spun in his hand with deliberate smoothness. The nib never came close enough to mar his fingers with inky marks. His face retained its passive look, rarely was he jolted by Parkinson and her antics, but his eyes had glazed over and become unfocussed. He was perhaps recalling a recent memory.
With the ease and grace of an elegant bird, Malfoy was up off the couch and walking toward his own dormitory. In his right hand, the quill was still between his loose fingers. In his left, the closed book was expertly concealing the sudden bulge in his trousers. Damn woman.
There was no surprise in finding the dark haired girl lounging on Draco's bed with one knee bent in a way that most girls wearing a skirt wouldn't, given that at any moment one of his dorm mates could have walked in. She pretended not to notice him and continued to read a small slip of parchment in her hand.
"Part of the package, I presume?" Draco put away his school things before lying next to her. He propped himself up on the headboard. Before she could confirm or deny it, Draco snatched away the leaflet and read:
His and Hers Pleasure Intensifying Elixir
An intoxicating blend of aphrodisiacs to heighten senses and really add something spectacular to an already special evening.
Used either on their own or individually, each potion gives the drinker temporarily heightened sensitivity to certain areas of the body. When both partners consume their respective drinks, the interaction will create an even more thrilling sensation.
Kit includes 3 his and 3 hers bottles, each containing enough potion for one use.
Side effects may include, but are not limited to, itchiness or sweating in the groin area, thirst, and a feeling of being very cold. (Note: These are usually symptoms associated with drinking the potion and not copulating soon after.)
Warning: Do not attempt to operate a broom after having drunk the elixir.
If you find you have taken the potion and sexual gratification becomes unavailable, we suggest you find a private space to relieve yourself and then move out of your mother's house.
Draco knew he should have stopped reading at the large "W" emblem at the top of the page. "Is there something wrong with the sex we have?" he asked, handing back the paper.
Pansy's lower lip stuck out. She let out a loud sigh and lay back down with her arms folded over her chest. "There's nothing wrong with adding a little something extra," she defended. She hadn't said no.
In one sudden movement, Draco was on top of his girl, his knees and hands on either side of her long frame. He lowered until their warm and excited bodies were pressed firmly against one another. Pansy liked long, deep kisses. Their tongues danced while his hips slowly pressed under her raised skirt and up to her dark knickers. They were usually black or green, soft. Draco didn't notice as he pulled the curtain around his bed closed with a sharp tug.