Draco stirs the cauldron one last time. The potion is perfect. Now there is only ingredient left. Like with Polyjuice Potion or love potions, something from the person has to be added. Unfortunately, also like Polyjuice Potion, this potion will lose effect after about one hour. Unless you know the exception. There is only one body fluid that contains a person's DNA and the potential to perpetuate that DNA through descendants – and this perpetuity is key. Not many witches and wizards in the world have the necessary blood magic knowledge and muggle knowledge to discover this secret. But Draco grew up with a whole library on pureblood lore and blood magic theory of the Dark Arts. And he has learned any kind of knowledge that might help him climb the ranks of power again – even muggle knowledge.

This potion will allow Draco to become more powerful and influential than any Malfoy before him. All he needs is Harry Potter's semen.


Draco is already hovering in mid-air on his broom when Potter arrives. The Gryffindor is wearing his Quidditch gear and leaps into the air to meet him.

"What kind of game are we playing?"

Draco smiles.

"Follow me."


"You sure you don't want to share this firewhiskey?"

"No."

"It's good stuff – I nicked it from my father's basement."

"Then definitely no. You're a lying, scheming, blackmailing scumbag! I won't do anything you say."

"I see you're still having difficulties understanding the concept of blackmail. Are you sure eight years of school will be enough for the Chosen One?"

"Sod off, Malfoy. Why did you bring me here?"

"You had your chance to ask me questions when I drank veritaserum yesterday, Potter. You missed it."

"I told you everything you asked, but you're not even going to tell what we're doing here?"

"Poor Prince Potter, whining about how the world isn't fair."

"You're so full of it, Malfoy."

"Relax, Potter. This is my favorite place. That's why I brought you here."

"Why?"

"I don't know, the view of the lake is nice, the grass is soft, and the stars—"

"I meant why would you bring me to your favorite place?"

"Oh. Well, all my friends are either expelled, in Azkaban, or on the run."

"They deserve it."

"I know. I'm still alone though."

"So you're blackmailing me into becoming your friend?"

"I'm blackmailing you so you won't tell anyone about this. About me. About what I say when I'm being honest."

"Well then, tell me honestly, did you spike the firewhiskey with anything?"

"No."

"Then pass me the bottle."

This is going perfectly. Potter is even more gullible than he could have imagined. And of course Draco spiked it. But it's a harmless aphrodisiac – just something to increase horniness.

"Here, I brought this for you."

"What is it?"

"You said you were a virgin, so I thought…"

"These are wizard porn magazines! Why would you—"

"I know you were raised by muggles. Muggle porn is pathetic – none of the pictures move. But for us wizards, there are so many good spells…"

"How come you've looked at – wait, there are sex spells?"

"Merlin, Potter. I thought your pathetic godfather would have at least—"

"Don't you dare make fun of Sirius—"

"Sorry, old habit."

"Git."

They are quiet for a while. Potter is still staring at the pages of the magazine, sipping from the firewhiskey every now and then. So Draco's slip up wasn't that bad.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Teach me what?" Potter tears his gaze away from the pages. His cheeks are flushed.

"Some of the spells."

"Oh. Sure. Hey, give me back my wand right now!"

"Relax, Potter. These spells only work if you use the other person's wand. Even if technically this used to be my wand."

He points Potter's wand at his crotch, mutters the charm, and flicks the wand. Then he points it at his chest, and waves it a couple of times until Potter's shirt is all the way unbuttoned.

"Undressing and lubrication charm."

"It… feels warm."

"Better than any lotion or potion. Here, try it on me," Draco says, handing Potter his own wand. Every muscle in his body is resisting just giving up his wand like this, but it has to be done. He has to win Potter's trust – at least for now. Malfoy tells him the incantation and shows him the wand movement.

"Did it work?"

"Yes, but it's a bit cold. Try again, your wrist movement is sloppy."

"Sod off, Malfoy!"

"Like I thought. Prince Potter is upset when he doesn't master a spell on the first try—Oh!"

"Better?"

"Congratulations."

"Thanks for teaching me."

"It's good to know the Chosen One can still learn something from a simple wizard like myself."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

They look at the magazine together. Potter chooses a page where two wizards are shagging a witch who was tied up.

"Didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing," Draco says.

Potter snaps the magazine shut and turns to him.

"I mean – nice choice," Draco grins.

"You blackmailed me to come here. What is all this about?"

Draco has to be very careful now.

"I don't have many friends."

"You can't blackmail people into being friends with you."

"I'm lonely, alright?"

"Of course you are, you're a pathetic coward and bully who feeds on making fun of other people! You're a Death Eater who's responsible for—"

Draco bites his lip and looks away. He has to act hurt now.

"I'm sorry I said that. I know you've changed," Potter apologizes.

"Pass me the firewhiskey."

Harry also takes a swing and opens another magazine. They look at it for a while, and both of them stroke their crotches through their trousers. Draco decides to unzip.

"What are you doing?" Potter asks, surprised.

"What do you think, Potter? I'm wanking to that witch sucking all those cocks."

"It's just… I've never done this with another guy before."

"Not in the Gryffindor dorms?"

"No. Ron always does it in the bathroom. He says his brothers have played too many pranks on him. And Neville is not the kind of guy to show his… well, to do it when other guys are around."

"Now I've got Longbottom's face stuck in my had. Thanks a lot, Potter."

"Sorry."

"Well you've seen mine. What's the matter – you afraid because yours is smaller?"

"I didn't look at yours."

"Yes you did."

"I'm not gay."

"Neither am I, now take your bloody cock out and turn to the next page."

Harry pulls his pants down a little and starts beating off. The witch in the magazine is being spitroasted by two young wizards, but Draco is barely looking. His eyes are fixed on Potter's cock. It's about Draco's size, just a bit thicker. Soon it'll squirt out the final ingredient for his potion, and Draco can stop this ludicrous charade. Potter's cheeks are starting to flush, and his breath is becoming shallow. Draco notices that Potter has a very nice muscular chest. His undressing charm opened the buttons of Potter's shirt, but his tie is still in place, hiding one of his nipples from view. Draco has the strange desire to brush the tie aside so he can see the other nipple.

Potter is makes a small whimpering noise, and Draco looks up. The Gryffindor's expression is distorted with pleasure, his eyes shut and his mouth open in a silent cry. His head jerks upward and he lets out a deep groan. Draco looks down and sees that Potter's stomach is covered in cum.

"That was fast," he mutters without thinking.

Harry catches his breath.

"What? Is that not normal? Scourgify."