Title: Harry Potter and the Children of the Future
Adopted and rearranged by: Reyn
Rating: M for language, sexual themes, alternative lifestyles, and implied…drug use
Author's Note: For those of you who actually read this, I actually have an extended smutty ending for this chapter. Why is it not being posted here when there's already smut galore? Because Reyn's weird like that. To read the full chapter right to its creamy end, click on my homepage link at my profile.
Also, Lumos 2006 is hitting my hometown, so if any of you are attending, drop me an email and we can get together the Friday night or something and have our own little HP slash party. YaY!
C H A P T E R 21: Libidos
Gabe was fairly certain that his face looked frighteningly similar to that infamous muggle 'Scream' painting; his eyes had to be the size of quaffles and he was pretty sure that was the stone floor he was feeling under his jaw.
It was official. He was scarred for life. They might as well just ship him off to St. Mungo's now, before he snapped and started publicly displaying signs of his impending doom into the lethal (as in, no cure, magical or other, would save your mind from certain nasty imploding) stage, known asabsolute insanity, that was caused by watching your parents go at it.
His father was licking his dad's wand, for Merlin's sake! What the bloody hell was wrong with the man! He didn't know where that wand had been! He needed to take his mouth OFF of it this instant! He could get magic cooties or something!
"Magic cooties? What are you, six?" Mack asked incredulously, turning his head to face Gabe, who hadn't realized he had been mumbling out loud.
"Does your father usually go around licking random wands?" Rama questioned, not moving from his spot of peering around the corner at said parental action
Gabe groaned, moving away from the corner and leaning back against the wall. "I don't want to answer that."
"Well at least he's not sucking on it," Mack said helpfully. "Because I'm pretty sure the wand would react…"
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, I do NOT want to discuss this," Gabe hissed sharply, fiercely shaking his head back and forth.
"Hey look, Harry stopped him!" Rama stated happily. "Gabe, you can look now, its safe – Oh wait…"
"What? What's happening?"
"Draco's got him pinned…Wow, he really seems to know what he's doing with his hands."
"Really?" Mack asked, his attention now piqued. "Let me see!"
Gabe's jaw fell open. "What the hell is wrong with you two! Those are my parents over there!"
"Yeah, and judging from the way Uncle Draco seems to be humping Uncle Harry's leg…"
Gabe clamped his hands over his ears and screwed his eyes shut. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"
"He was joking, Gabe. Nobody's humping anyone…yet."
"Really? Then what's going on?" Gabe asked despite himself.
"I think they've stopped…"
Hope and happiness soared through the roof. "Really?"
"Yea- Oh…wait…no. Now they're snogging."
"WHAT!"
Both Mack and Rama whirled around, fiercely shushing their irate friend. "Do you want to get caught and hexed to an early grave?"
"What do you mean they're snogging?" Gabe hissed furiously. "They were supposed to be stopping!"
"Well...Apparently Harry gave his consent."
"WHAT! Why would my dad give his consent! Is he insane!"
"Would you rather have this be nonconsensual?" Mack asked logically.
"Yes! Because then we would have a good excuse to interrupt them and put a stop to it!"
"Does this mean you have no intention of stopping it now?"
Gabe groaned, slumping down the wall while muttering a long string of curses.
This was not supposed to be how things ended up. They were supposed to have found his dad before his father had even appeared back at Hogwarts, apologized for their earlier behavior, and then gone into hiding up in the Gryffindor common room until morning. Maybe even throw in a game or two of Exploding Snap. A safe, normal evening among students, with nothing sexual in the picture.
Merlin, why hadn't he asked about the potion before it was too late? Wasn't it his father's rule to not trust any potions until you knew about all of their effects? Why didn't he listen to his father? Why? Especially when his sisters had the habit of experimenting with various potions and targeting whomever happened to be nearby (akathe guinea pigs). He knew better, damn it!
Mentally clasping his hands in prayer, Gabe attempted to strike a deal with whatever higher being there was out there. If he got out of this with his sanity intact, he would listen to both his parents for the rest of his life. And he would be nice to his sisters, Jasmine and Rose. And he'd be even nicer to his younger brother Lief than he already was. And he wouldn't go swiping cookies from the cookie jar at home anymore. Well…maybe he would, but he would stop blaming it on Dobby. But that aside, he would stop sending flirtatious smiles at Desire whenever Parker was around, just to piss the other boy off. And he would try harder in Potions. Really! He would!
"Man, they're really getting into it," Rama commented, his attention still glued around the corner. "Oh, look! Now they're humping! Merlin's balls, it's like they can't get enough of each other…"
"They're not even missing a beat," Mack said, joining in on the running commentary.
"Wow, Draco's really got some talent there, Gabe! He just undid Harry's buckle and stuck his hands in his pants without breaking rhythm!"
It was at this point Gabe stopped listening. Curling himself into a ball and clamping his hands over his ears, he began to recite the rules of Quidditch and how to break them.
"Hey, Rama, is it always this…intense?" Mack asked wondrously as they watched Draco slowly lower himself down to his knees. "Not just them, I mean, but sex…stuff in general?"
Rama shook his head. "It usually depends on who you're with. Do you think they're still like this back in our time?"
"How should I know? Ask Gabe."
"Gabe. Oi, Gabe!" Rama turned around questioningly. "Gabe?"
"He's sucking it! I don't believe it; he actually put it in his mouth!" Mack exclaimed suddenly, eyes wide in absolute astonishment.
Rama took the time to glance back to see what he missed before turning his attention back to his traumatized friend. "Gabe! Hey, come on mate! Stop muttering to yourself."
"…Is it over?" Gabe asked, slowly lowering his hands.
"Er…not really."
That, apparently, was not the right answer.
"What do you mean 'not really?' Are they going at it again? Oh Merlin, please don't answer that. Please just tell me they've decided to move on to another location. Or that they've disappeared into thin air. Oh! Better yet, just tell me that this has all been one horrible dream!"
"Gabe," Mack interrupted, his attention now on his friend. "You're babbling."
"No, see, babbling is good," Gabe explained. "Because this means I'm making constant noise, which means I don't have to listen to you two talk or hear whatever sounds my parents might be making down the hall. So as long as I pay attention to nothing but my own voice, I'll be fine. See? This is my method to keep myself out of the psych ward. Brilliant, isn't it?"
Rama and Mack exchanged glances.
"Seems more like something that would put you in the psych ward if you ask me…" Mack muttered.
"Gabe, if you really don't want your fathers to end up getting together this way, all we really have to do is interrupt them…" Rama said.
"And that will really be enough to stop my father in his current state?"
"Er…I'm sure if we make enough noise about it, more people will show…and maybe that would be enough to stop your father…and cause enough ruckus for us to escape with Harry."
A rather loud moan caused all three boys to jump.
"Can we please just leave? I don't want to hear my fathers getting off," Gabe pleaded, burying his head in his arms.
"Yeah, alright. Let's go," Mack said, standing up before offering the Malfoy-Potter a hand.
"In the bloody name of St. Mungo!"
Gabe, Mack, and Rama all froze as a voice scarier than death itself echoed down the hall.
"What the HELL is going on-"
Never before had the world seen three boys run any faster.
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
"-would have made my life much more easier if he would have just expelled you back when I suggested it-"
Harry winced, trying his best to look like he was paying attention to whatever Snape was yelling at him about. However, this was made difficult by the fact that he was still hard and horny. If he didn't take care of his problem soon, it wouldn't be pangs of pleasure that he'd be experiencing with every shift in his chair.
To make matters worse, Malfoy knew. And he made it obvious that he knew by the looks he kept sending Harry's way, as well as the subtle licking of his lips as he played with his wand, which he had rather conveniently pulled out of his pocket and placed on his lap. And damn it all, the Gryffindor couldn't keep his eyes away from the spectacle.
One particularly provocative stroke caused Harry's eyes to snap back to his own lap, where his face turned beet red. His cock had visibly jumped at the display he had just witnessed.
Merlin, he needed to get out of here.
"Professor?" Malfoy voiced in an overly smug manner, effectively pausing Snape's tirade. "Potter's looking a little peaked, wouldn't you agree?"
In reply, Snape simply raised a brow and looked over at his extremely uncomfortable student.
"Perhaps it would be best if I escorted him to the Infirmary?"
Now, Severus wasn't stupid, especially after having been close to the Malfoy family for more years than one would have normally liked. Not to mention the fact that he had known Draco since the boy was in diapers and had never been oblivious to any of his antics, but rather chose to turn a blind eye. But this…
Severus looked back from Potter in time to see Draco smirk as he licked his lips in a hungry manner. Let Potter be escorted away by that? I think not. "Potter's fine."
"But he looks feverish."
"I am not feverish." Harry snapped
"Potter, it's my duty as Head Boy to look out for the well being of my fellow students, and if I say you're feverish, then you're feverish."
"And I say you're bloody delusional if you think I'm going to let you escort me anywhere. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thanks."
"Fine. Stay here. That works for me. See if I care whether or not you're writhing in pain later on. If you'd learn to accept my help, I'd have your writhing in pl-"
"I'm fine."
"Are you really?" Malfoy asked, feeling quite self assured of the answer. "After experiencing something like that, you really think you can go back and finish the job by yourself?"
It was times like these Professor Snape really wished he were out of the proverbial loop. Especially when he saw Potter hesitate to answer.
"I…I'll just find someone else to help me." Harry replied lamely.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You'll do no such thing."
"Oh yeah? And just how are you going to stop me?" Harry challenged.
"I'll hex the other guy's bits off."
Never before did the blond look so serious. Snape had a feeling he would follow through on the threat as well, if left unchecked.
"Wha – wait, what the hell makes you think I'll go to a guy!" Harry demanded, thoroughly horrified.
"Because you don't want to see what I'll do to make a girl cry," Malfoy stated darkly, traces of his rumored evil upbringing laced through his words, causing a suppressed shiver to run down the Gryffindor's back.
"Are you two quite finished?" Snape asked, reminding the two students of his presence.
The effect was rather instantaneous. Both boys fell completely silent Harry out of pure embarrassment that his most hated professor had just heard their entire exchange and Malfoy out of pure loathing of the idea that Harry would even think to suggest that he would go to someone else to finish what they had started.
"Good," Snape stated once it was clear that neither had anything more to say to the other. "Now, as much as I absolutely abhor to, I need to know the facts on this before I can dish out any form of punishment."
Harry blinked. Was Snape actually giving him a chance to defend himself? Casting a somewhat nervous glance over to see if the blond was going to jump at this opportunity, Harry was quite startled to see that Malfoy was still sulking from the earlier warning of finding a different partner.
"Er...well…I was walking along the halls when Malfoy suddenly appeared and…well…started snogging me." Even to his own ears that sounded way beyond lame. Why couldn't the truth sound more exciting when it actually mattered?
Snape's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Mr. Malfoy?"
Malfoy looked over with obvious disinterest that seemed to border on feigned annoyance. "It's like Potter said, he was wandering about the corridors when I appeared out of nowhere and proceeded to jump his bones."
Snape pulled a face of disgust. He really didn't want to ask this but… "Was it consensual?"
Harry blanched when he realized the question was being addressed towards him.
"Of course it was consensual!" Malfoy interjected heatedly, nearly jumping up from his chair in fury. "How the bloody hell else would I have managed to get his cock down my throat? Just what exactly are you accusing me of, Professor?"
'You mean besides practically lowering yourself to the level of 'whore' with the position I discovered you and Potter in?'
Severus decided it was probably best for all parties involved for him not to voice such thoughts. Instead he said, "As a professor, I'm bound by certain…obligations to ask such things after seeing certain situations. Much like the one I had the misfortune of witnessing between you two."
"It was consensual," Draco growled, sending his rival a scathing glare, as if daring him to say otherwise.
Harry, however, was no longer paying attention to the current trail of conversation. Hands clasped firmly between legs, he was busy doing his best not to make any notable movement.
Damn Malfoy and his overly eager tongue. Tongues were for talking and tasting food. Not licking blazing trails down one's abdomen or tracing up the large vein that was on the underside of one's penis, only to pause just below the head where the foreskin was pulled back to dip said tongue in and apply the most glorious pressure to that one sensitive spot which felt absolutely delici-…bloody fucking hell
"Sir, may I please be excused to use the bathroom?" Harry practically pleaded, interrupting whatever conversation or argument Malfoy and Snape had been in the midst of.
Malfoy looked over and smirked. "Need a hand there, Potter?" he asked, his anger disappearing in favor of sexual teasing.
"No."
"No? How about a mouth, then? Or maybe…a wand?"
Harry sent the blond the most malicious glare he could manage in his current state, refusing to even dignify that question with a response.
The Head Boy grinned (he actually grinned! What the hell? Was this all some sort of bloody game to him?) before turning his attention back to the Potions master. "Professor, I need to use the restroom, too."
Harry's mouth fell open furiously. "No you don't!"
"And how would you know? Do you honestly think you're the only one suffering?"
"Yes!" Harry answered seriously. "You always grumble and whine as if it's the end of the bloody world at the slightest hint of discomfort."
"I'll have you know that I've had this raging boner since dinner, whereas you have only been hard since I-"
"Don't either of you know how to keep your mouth shut?" Snape interrupted; nearly positive that he would get a hernia or some other painful malady just from listening to the highly unwanted amount of information his best and worst students felt the need to share. "One point from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, for not controlling your libido, and twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, for being easy. Now, both of you get out of my sight."
Harry cast a nervous glance towards his blond counterpart. "Er…'both of us'…sir?" he asked uncertainly, completely oblivious to the unconcealed insult and the fact that he should be mad about it, his subconscious chose to, instead, worry over the illusion he continued to hold of the need to protect his masculinity.
"Would you rather stay?" Snape asked, his tone clearly indicating that he wouldn't allow such a thing either way.
The Gryffindor mentally swore. If it were any other teacher, he'd be begging to be dismissed separately. The idea of Malfoy waiting for him by the door was downright…
…not happening.
Harry looked around, thoroughly confused. Did Malfoy already leave? Another six or so glances confirmed it. Malfoy was gone. Huh. Maybe he was more desperate to get off than he really let on.
Rushed out of the room by Snape's drilling stare, Harry headed down to the nearest bathroom, fully intent on relieving the throbbing pressure between his legs that was causing him to walk like a constipated old man.
Bursting through the door, Harry spared a quick glance around the gloomy and shadowed dungeon bathroom to make sure he was alone before locking the door behind him and heading for the nearest urinal – stalls be damned at this point.
Unbuckling his pants with less than steady fingers, he told himself that he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, but because it had become a necessity. Because Malfoy had pushed him to this point with his heated words and sultry touch…
Note to self: thinking about Malfoy while pleasuring yourself is forbidden. Punishment: mental anguish later if you don't stop now.
With that in mind, Harry paused, his hand holding his cock as he tried to focus his thoughts on something pleasurable to jack off to (that didn't include the Ice Prince). Problem was, with his somewhat limited experience, the most pleasurable thing he could think of was today's incident with Malfoy.
Oh Merlin, he was going to lose sleep over this, wasn't he?
Sighing with determination, Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he attempted to pull up the images he normally used. He particularly favored this one curvy, supple-looking brunette featured in one of Seamus' magazines he had seen during a night of sharing. Harry chuckled at the memory. That day, the Gryffindor boys learned that Neville had been using a lingerie magazine that his grandmother once received by mistake.
Suddenly, the Golden Boy was snapped from his reverie by a pair of hands slithering around his waist and up under his shirt before coming to rest splayed out on his stomach. A hard chest was pressed against his back and warm breath washed over his ear.
"What are you waiting for, Potter? Me, perhaps?"
"Jesus Christ, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, nearly jumping ten feet in the air as he hurriedly tried to tuck himself back in; a task made difficult by the fight he was having with a pale hand that slid down to cop a feel. "What are you doing? How the hell did you get in here?"
"I've been here. Next time, you might want to try checking the stalls before assuming you're alone."
"Fuck!" the Gryffindor cursed, partially at his own stupidity and partially at the fact that Malfoy's hand had won the battle and was now freely playing with his cock.
"Mmm, yes, that would be nice…" Malfoy muttered in reply, his lips grazing the tanned flesh just below the ear. "Merlin, you're so intoxicating."
"Mal-…wait," Harry struggled with himself, trying to remember how to at least breathe as a second pale hand disappeared into his trousers to begin playing with his ball sac. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "You…you promised just one time."
For a split second, all pleasurable actions paused and Harry thought that he had actually won with that point. It was strange, though. Winning didn't usually feel this disappointing. But then the hands started moving again and Harry was forced to brace himself against the wall before him as his legs once again grew weak thanks to the mouth that was doing nothing more than gently running itself against his skin.
"Did you really count that unfinished romp as one time, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry managed to answer after a second of panting, disappointed that he wasn't able to sound as nearly decided on the issue as he wanted to.
"Really? Then tell me, let's say you're in your bed, having a wank, and you're almost there when your mates burst in, their calls forcing you to stop what you're doing so you can join them. Would you consider that as your 'off' for the day?"
Damn. Malfoy had a point there. But still…
"This... this is wrong," Harry tried.
"I know," was the husky reply.
"We shouldn't even be doing this."
A wicked grin. "Hence it's thrill."
"It shouldn't…it shouldn't feel this good."
"But it does," Malfoy whispered as Harry gave in, moving his head back to give the blond more than enough room to thoroughly attack his neck.
Both boys knew that their second, heated encounter wouldn't last long, but regardless of that Draco still kept his touches languid even though he wasn't able to keep the frantic drive behind them at the same pace. His senses seemed completely focused on the task at hand and he could practically feel Harry ascending to the point of no return.
It was all too much to take; the sounds of desperate pants doing their best to stay low in volume, the salty taste of sweat against his lips, the slick feel of precum that was almost constantly running down his fingers. Draco's breath hitched when realization hit him; he would be able to predict the exact moment Harry would reach his pinnacle.
Dragging one hand up to the Gryffindor's chest to help steady the already squirming boy, Draco began to whisper his name.
"Harry," he called as he ran his fingers up Potter's stomach. "Harry," he moaned breathlessly as those fingers came in contact with a nipple. "Harry," he groaned as his grip tightened around the rock hard cock. "Harry!" he hissed as hips suddenly lurched forward, bringing forth the first vestiges of orgasm.
The world had gone white around him. All Harry was aware of was the pleasure shooting through his very being as his knees gave out and his body curled forward, tightening its muscles in an attempt to push the ecstasy higher and higher still.
As his mind slowly floated back down to earth, he became dimply aware of two things. One was the fact that he was now kneeling on the floor, his hands locked in a death grip around the front of the urinal. The second was the grip that was still around his cock, which was no longer pumping as harshly as before, but was instead now gently massaging him through the last of his aftershocks.
There was a warm hand holding him against an even warmer chest and it all just felt so good. So peaceful. If this weren't a bathroom, Harry wouldn't have given it a second thought about lying down and just falling asleep to help make this feeling of absolute wonder last.
But the fact remained; it was a bathroom, and, like everything else in his life, all good things must come to and end.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, Harry managed to free one fist from the death grip on the porcelain above him and lower it to the floor, trying to focus so that he could push himself back up to his feet.
"You good?" a voice spoke softly into his ear.
"Yeah," Harry nearly chuckled in his answer. Too good, really.
The warmth he had been encompassed in drew away as Malfoy moved back to give the Gryffindor room in favor of leaning back against the stone wall.
As Harry struggled to recover from his mind blowing orgasm, Malfoy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain some control over his raging hormones. He had already gotten off twice (once just now before Potter burst in, and earlier right before Snape had so rudely interrupted them) and already he felt ready to blow a third time.
And it was all just from Potter. Listening to him moaning, tasting him, touching him, Merlin, it all drove him crazy. There was no higher rush than knowing it was no one but him that reduced the-boy-who-lived into a quivering mass of desire.
What he wouldn't give to make his Golden Boy scream without holding back. To pound into the tight heat of his more-than-willing body. To see him writher and beg as it grew too intense to handle.
Swallowing loudly, Draco knew he was on the verge of losing control of his libido once again. The only thing holding him back at this point was the knowledge that if he pushed it any further, he'd be forced to label himself a rapist. He was doing his damn best not to scare Harry off, but if that thickheaded lout continued to take his own sweet time…
"You're still a virgin, right?" Draco asked, one hand inconspicuously lowering to cover the tent in his trousers.
Harry, who had been just about to stand, paused; his green eyes darting around. "…Yeah."
"Do you value it?"
"Value what?"
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, how hard was it for Potter to keep up with a conversation? "You're virginity."
"Oh. Err…I guess. Why?"
"Then why the hell are you still here?"
It took a moment for Harry to realize the full implications of those words. Their meaning didn't even hit him until his gaze fell on Malfoy's hand, which was slowly and precisely moving up and down on the impressively large bulge between his legs.
Gulping audibly, Harry slowly began to back away. "You know…there are other ways to take care of that."
A glare so sharp Harry was sure it could carve through stone fell on him. "I don't want any of the other ways."
The Gryffindor suddenly couldn't get to the door fast enough.
"Right. Then I need to…I guess I should just…go…leave," he offered in explanation as he made halfhearted hand gestures in random directions before tugging on the door's handle, only to realize that it was still locked.
Draco watched from his position against the wall in amusement as it took several more bumbling tries and unfinished words and sentences before Potter was able to properly dash out of the room.
"Idiot," he muttered in what was definitely not an affectionate way.