A/N - This chapter is a personal favourite.

Warning - lemon fun time but seriously there is some content of a sexual nature so if you selected M rating by mistake (not likely) or a relative is in the room (more likely) then save this one for later.

Disclaimer - The themes and most characters belong to my queen, JK Rowling, author of the true Harry Potter books.

After dishing out the harsh punishment Harry made up his mind to seek McGonagall. He gave her the captaincy lists and she agreed with his choices, none of the original houses had a team yet they were all represented.

The following day went better than Harry had anticipated. It seemed all his trouble makers were in his Monday class whilst his Tuesday class consisted of timid students who avoided socialising.

The tryouts went exactly as expected, Harry had organised makeshift teams to see each applicant in their usual position. His theory was that the natural leaders would naturally begin to captain the other players. When a team began playing dreadfully he knew there was more than one strong leader playing amongst them. Only a few teams had potential captains of similar caliber. Dragonwing had three outstanding prospects who Harry couldn't begin to differentiate and two of the Honeybee's potential captains caught his eye but he was already leaning toward Eliot Corner who was older.

On a whim he stood up in the stand where he watched them and informed the flyers that there would be co-captaincies this year. Then he made it sound as if abolishing the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams wasn't his idea completely which made their acceptance easier, only one or two shouted angrily from their brooms. Each senior wizard and witch flew with talent and grace, he asked them one at a the to join him in the stands to ask them a few questions to profile them and see if they had what it took to take charge of a team.

He walked back to the castle, there was no staff meeting that night. McGonagall was just too busy. He paused as he saw a student running toward him.

She was a Slytherin, maybe in third or fourth year, she was holding something.

"Professor Longbottom told me to give this to you."

She passed him a warm mug and then was gone, adding. "He said you looked stressed!"

Harry wished she'd given him time to thank her; he'd have to go and talk to Neville. He'd barely spoken two words to his comrade since arriving.

Turning toward the greenhouses he sipped the tea, but it wasn't tea, it tasted marvelous like chocolate, vanilla and mint all at once. It was frothy and creamy and it made him feel relaxed and happy.

It was fantastic; he sped toward the greenhouses now, gulping the drink faster until to his dismay it was gone. Pushing through the doors he called out.

"Neville?"

Surrounded by potted, humming cacti, Neville looked up surprised from the jar of throat lozenges he held in his hand.

"Harry." He greeted, giving a polite smile.

"Hello Neville, I just thought I'd pop in and thank you for the drink."

"Hmm?" Neville asked, popping a lozenge between a cactus's jaws.

"This drink." He held up the mug. "What was in it by the way, some type of herb or plant? Where can I get some?"

Neville dropped the jar and it smashed, lozenges rattled away in all directions. He seized the mug from Harry.

"I didn't make you any drink Harry, if I did I'd have had to ask a healer first."

Neville sniffed the cup.

"You have to take this to the potions lab, it's a potion, I don't know if anyone will be able to identify it by what's left but I'd go now if I were you, you don't know what it is?"

"A little girl gave it to me." Harry squeaked.

"Or a dark wizard with polyjuice"

Harry a mini heart attack, was Draco the best option?

"Should I go to Mungo's?"

"If you want to take that gamble Harry, what ever you've ingested is affecting you as we speak."

With that Harry ran to the school. He was panting and panicked as Hermione stopped him in his tracks, Nightingale who was walking with her stopped as well. They were smiling and didn't seem to see the rush the young wizard was in.

"I'm glad to finally see you not working!" Hermione exclaimed

"Genevieve and I were just going to visit Hagrid, come with us, I bet you haven't visited him yet!"

In truth Harry usually would have jumped at the chance, but not right then, he needed to get to the dungeons, but the witches didn't seem to want to let him go.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"And why not?" Hermione asked, a look of concern crossing her face.

"Because I have to go and see Draco!" He blurted, Hermione's mouth dropped open but she didn't have time to speak before her friend ran away, missing the meaningful look Nightingale had on her face.

Descending the stairs he was stopped again and he almost screamed.

"Whoa young buck, you're in a hurry there, do you need any help? You don't look too flash."

It was the new American wizard, he had a pure-white grin on his handsome face and Harry thought of Lockhart.

"No I'm fine, I have to go." Harry pushed past the wizard and kept running. He felt very hot, and very short of breath, was that the potion? And there was a pain in his side.

He burst into Draco's office, waving the mug around, he shouted. "You have to help me, I've been poisoned!"

Malfoy looked up startled from the desk that had formerly been Snape's. There were parchments in front of him he'd been correcting, calmly he put his quill down, laced his fingers and looked at Harry.

"Come again?"

Harry gave the mug to Draco.

"A student gave this to me, though they might have been a polyjuiced wizard, and I drank it because I thought it was from Neville and then he said he didn't make it and it was a potion and I'm probably poisoned because I can't breath and I'm burning up."

Draco stood up from his desk.

"I assume you ran all the way here from the Greenhouses?"

Harry nodded.

"Then that's not the potion, you're just out of breath." He looked the mug over.

"You could have left more."

"It's not like I knew it was a potion when I drank it!"

Draco sighed. "Well I'll do my best."

He took it over to a round, flat table, the top of which spun around to show a solid-looking cauldron. The blonde tipped the dregs in.

"You might want to take a seat."

Harry did as Draco began analyzing it.

"Do you feel any side effects?" Draco asked drawing a thumb-sized vial from his robes and placing a drop he'd extracted from the cauldron into it.

"Not except for the running…" Harry trailed off as he became embarrassed, he'd made a fool of himself, bursting in and babbling on, what if the potion was nothing?

His face reddened and he was glad Draco had leant over the cauldron and was unable to see him.

"Do you remember anything about the potion itself? Any distinctive qualities?"

Harry thought about it.

"Well it tasted nice. It was like coffee and mint, vanilla and chocolate all at once. It looked like tea but was really creamy but also frothy. And it smells really good."

"Smells?" Draco asked, pausing to look up from the cauldron.

Harry nodded enthusiastically, breathing in deeply.

"Yeah, I can still smell it."

Draco swirled the two tiny vials, each containing a droplet, one turned pink and the other gold.

"Impossible." He commented.

Then he looked back to Harry.

"What does it smell like?"

Harry didn't know how to answer; it wasn't like the flavors of the potion.

"It's like spice and lemon…" He tried, not really pinpointing the smell.

"A bit salty like, I don't know but it's nice, really nice."

"Harry what does this room look like to you?"

Harry looked around at the brightly lit room and found himself squinting at the colors, the shiny wooden desk that gleamed mahogany at him, it smelt of slick polish, there wasn't a scratch on it, the thick, broad legs supported it off the shiny silver-grey stones that lay cold and tinkly underneath, the same stones made up the walls and were hung with shelves and tapestries, itchy tapestries that smelt of thread and dye and dust and age and splashed with fading color that burst with vibrancy. The shelves lining the rooms wafted with hidden dust, they still held one or two jars that reeked of preservation potion and the hint of decay. They shone a poison green.

Then there was Draco, standing monolithic in the center of the room, beside the desk, he was holding that potion, the sunshine gold and rose-pink that almost hurt his eyes and smelt incredible and his body trembled with the need to get closer.

"You didn't answer me Potter!"

"It's amazing, everything's so clear."

Harry replied in a daze. He began to get to his feet. That seemed like a good idea didn't it? He didn't need to stay on this silly chair did he? The center of the room was much more enticing, he began to prowl over and as he did it became warmer.

"Potter, stop right there!"

He did, cringing with the sudden feeling of loss that overwhelmed him.

"This is based on the potions used in the Weasley's Wonderwitch line. I don't know how they've gotten it since the shop's been closed for months. Anyway they've diverged completely, making a potion with a similar method to Amortentia but ingredients I would never presume to use in a love potion."

"A love potion?" Harry bellowed out, he was poisoned with a love potion?

"But fortunately for you there's no human essence in it, stay away from witches for the next day, maybe stay in bed and you'll be fine. I'll tell McGonagall that I'll oversee the team tryouts."

Soon Draco was lost for words as the other wizard crossed the room and attached himself to him. Harry had realized too late it wasn't the potion he smelled but Draco himself. He had buried his face into the curve of Draco's neck, pushing aside the wizard's robes with his nose, drinking in the scent.

A tiny determined voice told him not to kiss the other wizard, but where was the sense in that? He pushed his lips against the soft skin of the neck, right upon a protruding vein.

Harry let out a moan and with that he was pushed back sharply.

He was panting and everything around him was bursting with light, Draco stood in the center like a tall beacon. Harry just wanted to be near him again but more so, he wanted Draco to want that. Although the way the blonde had his hands raised suggested he didn't want Harry to come closer.

Harry pushed his hands into his hair, moaning and looked down at the ground, trying to will himself to stay still.

"You need to go." He told Draco forcefully.

The other wizard past him to head to the door and it took everything Harry had to keep his arms locked to his sides.

He waited to hear the door open and shut, the thumps of shoes on cold stone to stomp away. But the sound he heard was much more simple, it was a singular click. Draco had locked the door.

Harry didn't turn around. His whole body stuck still in anticipation. He was alone with the only thing he ever wanted, well the only thing he wanted as of the past few minutes but that was all he could remember.

"Draco." He whimpered but he could tell the other wizard wasn't coming any closer.

"Draco you have to leave or I don't know what I'll do."

"You think I can't defend myself from you? You should feel more concerned that I'm staying."

Harry shuddered visibly. The words were low and full of intention in his ears.

"Can I come closer to you?" He asked in a pained voice.

"No, I'm going to try to make you an antidote."

So the intention hadn't been there, Harry was reading into things.

"Sit!" The order pushed Harry back toward the spare seat and down into it, where he stayed, eyes closed and breath held.

A pain grew, he didn't know how long he'd chad the erection for but the realization that he had it worse than ever before in his life struck him like a cord.

He doubled over on himself, not sure whether he was trying to hide his state from Draco or just because the immense pleasure was crippling.

He moaned loudly, not caring about anything anymore. He wanted Draco so much but he didn't want Harry! Harry knew his life was over because of it, he would never be good enough for the pure blood wizard, and he'd never give him an heir. Harry felt pain inside himself now; stabbing pain that distracted him from the graphic images his mind had inched toward.

"Hellebore, lovage, mallowsweet! Merlin that's not even a potion ingredient. They've actually put mistletoe berries in it, how can I antidote that now? Scurvy grass, of course but they must have added that after the Ashwinder Eggs, but they weren't frozen when added…"

Every muttered musing of the potions professor rang in Harry's ears, finally he looked up when he heard the words. "Merlin, Salazar and Godric." Gasped.

"What?"

"There's phoenix blood in this."

Harry felt bile spill into his throat and he gagged. Never had anything more disgusting been done to him before in his life. What vile person would do such a thing?

"I've never seen it used as a potion ingredient before, this whole concoction seems to be two potions linked together by unorthodox ingredients, whoever brewed it had to be reading out of an ancient text which is impossible."

"Why?" Harry spat out as he rested his head on his knees.

"Because, like I said, one of the potions is based on the Wonderwitch range, which is modern…"

"Unless the Weasleys got the recipe from an old text."

Draco was struck dumb, that was likely actually. He re-doubled the efforts.

"Runespoor." Harry of course heard the whisper but didn't know what to think of it.

"What's Runespoor?"

"A highly dangerous, endangered magical creature."

"What part of it did they use?"

"A hatchling, I can detect egg, venom, blood and bone."

This time Harry really did vomit, on the office's floor. Gentle hands pulled him back and a spell quickly cast cleaned the vomit off his face and out of his mouth.

"You fool. Drink this."

"No more potions." Harry cried out.

"It's water." Harry took the glass and opened his eyes. Big mistake, the blonde was standing in front of him in profile, casting the same cleansing spell at the floor.

His face was calm; it was such a beautiful face. Harry remembered the skin on it, he thought the skin on wizards would be tougher somehow; he wondered if his own skin felt as soft and cool as Draco's, if it smelled as sweet.

Draco was breathing, he could see it and hear it, the shift under the robes as his chest expanded and deflated, Harry belonged against that chest, the glass of half-drunk water shattered against stone.

"What-"

It was too late, Harry pressed against Draco, one hand pushed deep into the pale blonde hair and another wrapped tight around his waist to press their hips and groins together.

"I just need us to be together always." Harry breathed, pressing his face against Draco's neck again, caressing it with his lips.

"I'm going to have to hex you now Harry." Draco said shakily, pulling out his wand. Harry brought his head up to glare spitefully at the device that would take away his happiness, in that same instant the wand whipped from Draco's hand and was sent flying.

"Im-impossible, you can't do that!"

Harry brought his lips back down to the skin, peppering it with kisses.

A gentle shove from Malfoy sent him away and he stood back gasping, flushed in the face and in pain.

"Please." He ground out seeing Draco's face had gone pink.

"I need to be near you. It hurts."

He squeezed his eyes shut as his body was raked with the pleasure of the contact he'd just had, right down until it gathered electrifyingly in his groin.

"Potter I can't send you out there like this."

"Why?"

"They'll think I did it!"

"Then…. antidote?"

"I can't make one, it's a Frankenstein potion."

"Neville…. Neville will know."

"Did Neville see who gave you the potion?"

All Harry managed was to shake his head.

"Then he'll assume like everyone else that I made it seeing as I have become-" Draco gulped "-the object of your affections."

"Wasn't you…. young girl…."

"How do you know it wasn't me, I could have bribed or threatened a student, or as you said before, used polyjuice. I don't know how you got into this mess and I can't find any human essence in the potion to explain why you've become attached to me. Was I the first person you saw after you drank it?"

Harry shook his head, causing Draco to sigh. Lovely breathe escaping lovely lips.

"Then I have no defense, no one trusts me and even if I were to keep my job there's still no stopping rumour."

Harry reached out blindly and grabbed Draco's hand, it was enough momentary relief to allow him to speak again.

"So you're going to keep me in here?"

"I have to."

"No, let me out. I'll defend you."

"You won't be able to, you have no control over yourself."

Harry cringed and was forced to draw closer.

"Ex…actly. Can't…control…I don't want…hurt…you."

"You won't hurt me." Draco stated shortly. Harry shook his head, disagreeing with him but unable to say so.

"Let go of me." Draco demanded and Harry fell to the ground with an ear-splitting cry as pain engulfed him.

Draco dropped to his knees beside him and drew Harry up into his arms. This caused the black-haired wizard great relief and awesome pleasure at the same time.

"How the hell did you do that?" Harry choked out.

"Because right now you're in love with me." Draco stated. It was true; Harry loved every inch of Draco inside and out.

"Look, I can stop you but the pain will probably drive you into an episode, for now we can stay like this. Just close like this and I'm not going to make you let go."

Draco's instructions fell on deaf ears. Harry flipped the blonde onto his back. He straddled the wizard's hips and pushed his robes off his shoulders. With both his hands Harry pinned Draco's arms above his head and lowered his own face so their lips connected, whether it was out of instinct or pleasure Draco's lips parted and their tongues met, sending fireworks through Harry.

The black-haired wizard ground his hips down and kissed all the harder when he found the blonde was hard as well. The friction was so incredible that it sent Harry's head spinning. He pulled back from Draco's wet, parted lips, still able to taste him. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it.

"Tell me to stop." He warned.

Draco shook his head and Harry bent back down through the hot space to resume their kiss.

It became harder and deeper and Harry no longer cared about breathing, he would die right there, happy.

He let go of Draco's wrists and pushed himself away. Draco, eyes still closed, leant toward him, not wanting to leave the kiss.

Harry was un-knotting his tie by the time grey eyes opened.

Shock registered. Paused movement allowed the wrongness of the situation to ensue.

Without speaking Draco's eyes told Harry to stop. Slowly and gently long pale fingers untangled the knot and the tie was released from Harry's neck and slithered to the floor.

"Are you in pain?" Draco's voice was husky. Harry shook his head.

"Good, then we can take a break for a little while?"

Both boys seemed to curl in upon themselves, wanting to pull away but Harry unable to let go. All they could manage was to face opposite directions.

"I know you don't want this." Harry ground out, unable to look at Draco.

Silence met him.

"This is all my fault." Harry continued.

He knew the confession that he was beginning and absolute dread filled him. It was like walking off a level surface and into a void but he couldn't stop himself.

"I dreamt of you and me doing this…"

More silence.

"I took dreamless sleep but I guess deep down I wanted this to happen."

Would Draco think he'd taken the potion on purpose now? Or worse, that he'd somehow manufactured the whole thing.

Hands gently grasped his shoulders and he was pulled back against the other wizard's chest. A kiss was placed against his neck, only one but it was enough to drive Harry crazy, he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh Merlin." He whispered.

"It's Draco." Came the cool reply.

One arm wrapped around his abdomen unlaced itself and Draco's hand began to trace its way down Harry's neck, his chest, past his naval.

Oh shit, Harry didn't know what to do. He grasped fistfuls of robes either side of him, not caring whose they were and bit down on his jaw as Draco took hold of his erection.

Electricity pulsed through him in jolts. The contact was through cloth for Merlin's sake, it shouldn't have been so intense. But it was and Harry arched back, wanting more. Without warning he was let go, his robes were pulled aside roughly and his trousers unbuckled, fingers slipped beneath his pants undeterred causing his mind to blank as Draco's skin was on his own.

Harry was breathlessly panting, leaning forward and keeping his grasp on the robes. The blonde wizard was pumping him and Harry could hear short bursts of concentrated breath from behind him, breath that hit a sensitive spot on the back of his neck where thin, soft lips were laid every few seconds.

"Draco…"

Harry didn't know how to say the next words, he was on an awesome edge but he was terrified of the consequences once he went over.

"Draco, I…"

A tongue ran its way along his ear and was replaced by a warm whisper.

"Now."

Almost by magic Harry tensed all over, drawing up his knees he moaned. Stickiness coating the hand still holding him and the robes still half around him.

Minutes past as Harry sat still in shock, Draco's head resting upon his shoulder, making his neck feel intensely sensitive.

Harry pulled out his wand and began wordlessly casting Tergeo.

"You know that spell?" Draco asked, allowing Harry to cleanse him as well, as his wand was still on the other side of the room somewhere.

"I learnt it off Hermione." He answered.

"But I thought she was with the Weasel?"

Harry looked closely at Draco, he wasn't actually thinking what Harry thought he was thinking, was he?

"She used it to clean up blood and dirt, after we fought death eaters."

Draco shrugged looking nonplussed.

"Still in love with me?" Draco asked. Harry nodded, not even looking disturbed anymore, which slightly worried the Malfoy.

"I like being in love with you." Harry stated, deciding it was true in the same instant.

"No you don't." Draco looked furious.

"Potter, don't you dare start acting like this isn't all the potion. I have no qualms relieving you to get this over with, it isn't like I haven't been with other wizards but if you dare try and make this into a genuine infatuation I will kill you here and now."

Harry pulled his pants back up over his hips and straightened his robes.

"I get it." He said. "You can never be with me, you're betrothed and I can't give you an heir."

"And I'd never fall in love with a half blood."

Harry nodded, scowling.

"Don't take this to heart Potter, it will all wear off."

"Even what I felt before the potion?"

Momentarily Draco tripped over his own words. "Well you were doing all right ignoring it before, just go back to that."

"Have you ever loved anyone before?"

Draco seemed to think about it.

"No."

"No one? There was never anyone you obsessed over? Who you would go home and think about all summer?"

Those questions were met with prolonged silence.

"Look if you're trying to get tips on how to make me fall in love with you forget it, you're going to regret this immensely in a matter of days."

Harry curled into a ball, he felt too cold and alone.

"Couldn't you just pretend, while the potion's still affecting me?"

"No." Came the short reply.

Harry scowled.

"You could have just locked me in a curse or something, you didn't need to do all this for me."

Draco paled.

"In fact you do a lot for me you don't need to do, it's almost like you care for me."

"I can tell you I don't!"

"Well maybe not now."

Harry grinned and turned around, taking off his glasses he wiped his face with his robes.

"I will make you love me."

Draco cringed, letting his face show just how disgusted he was at the prospect, and the fact that Harry's deep and powerful words had caught him off guard a little hadn't helped.

"You put that idea in the future and we'll see what you think about it then."

Harry was leaning closer to Draco, had he thought he wouldn't notice?

"Does the potion wearing off affect my memory?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head, leaning away.

"Then putting it in the future wont make any difference."

"Stop! A Malfoy never submits to someone else's will! Give this up!"

Harry leaned closer still, resting a hand either side of Draco, who was almost horizontal.

"Maybe not a Malfoy, but what about you Draco? I have the feeling you're so much more."

The statement finished in a whisper, leaving Draco with the feeling that his wand was too far away.

"Harry, don't you dare."

Lips met together, it was gentle, so gentle Draco could've pulled away but he didn't, Harry did and nudged the other wizard with his chin.

Lips met again and this time open, Draco couldn't lie any more, he'd moaned too loudly for Harry to be misconstrued about anything.

So this was Harry's brilliant plan? Snog the life of him and somehow create love out of sexual frustration?

Without breaking the kiss Harry shifted, pushing a knee between Draco's legs to part them.

Draco was sure Harry wouldn't go much further, sure that the other wizard wouldn't know how but he still felt unrelentingly nervous, and Malfoys didn't get nervous.

Harry kissed down Draco's neck and back up, he licked along his ear the way the blond had done to him earlier, causing a shudder. He pushed aside robes and broke buttons off the shirt underneath. Without protest he was allowed to slide his hand across the expanse of skin, under the fabric where he circled and tweaked a nipple.

"I'm not a witch!" Draco hissed against Harry's mouth, but his involuntary thrust of hips and suppressed moan expressed that he liked it anyway.

Still he stopped the action. The same fingers trailed over the parted fabric, across skin, as slow and sensual kisses were passed between the two. Down and dipping across the naval, Draco arched then tried to pretend he hadn't.

"Can I kiss you here?" Harry asked in a rough murmur, pressing his hand on Draco's chest.

The breathless blonde shook his head, attempting a serious look.

Harry lowered his head anyway.

This was going to be enough to allow Draco to reprimand Harry for disobeying but instead of the words "How dare you!" Leaving his mouth all that occurred was an in drawn breath as instead of kissing Draco Harry had sunk his teeth in.

"Lay down." Harry instructed and Draco did, hating himself for it.

Harry's fingers traced the new bite mark and rushed down under the trousers and over jutting hip bones.

They wandered in the dip there, playing over the silkier skin; finally, after Draco had been still and quiet for long enough through time, which he could have protested, Harry grasped his cock.

Both reacted. It was rock hard and Harry grinned, his own hadn't even been that hard and he was under a potion.

Draco went pink but still he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling so he shut his lids and concentrated on controlling his breathing,

Harry's hand hadn't moved, hadn't even tightened its grip, what was taking him so long? Draco opened his eyes to look into the depths of the green pair looking back.

"I think I'm good." Harry said. What? Harry let go and pushed back, straightening his clothes, robes, glasses and hair (attempted). Then he was off. Draco stuttered after the wizard who swiftly unlocked the door and left him there, disheveled, humiliated and incredibly turned on.