So, this is chapter 2 of the translation of my own French fiction.

With COVID-19, I have a lot of difficulty putting my ideas together and writing original content, but I have realized that I am able to focus on this translation. So, you are the lucky ones who will have more content considering that I am currently on "leave". For the rest of you, the fictions are progressing a bit anyway and I'm getting better and better everyday (not related to the coronavirus), so I should be able to write the sequels soon.

Chapter 2 of 8 already written. I'm thinking of publishing the translation once a week. I hope you will like my direction for the sequel.

Thank you to everyone who favourite the OS - The one where nobody's crying in Moaning Myrtle bathroom

POV Harry

"Oh! What kind of headache is that?" Harry asked himself when he woke up.

He must have drunk more than he thought he did last night. Come to think of it, he was sure he'd had too much to drink the night before. What was he doing lying on the couch in the common room? He couldn't remember the end of the evening, and perhaps some of last night's events as well.

He knew he had made his rounds and joined Hermione as usual. The whiskey was flowing, and those hormones had been controlling him since the end of the war. The mood had quickly warmed up. He remembered some hot, passionate kisses. He'd taken possession of her at the very entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, then nothing, his memory stopped there. He could ask Hermione for details, but it seemed strange to him, to tell someone that one had forgotten such a situation.

He decided to sit up slowly and noticed that some students in the lower grades were staring at him. He was indeed attracting attention. His hair was more messed up than usual, his shirt buttoned crooked and his uniform completely wrinkled. He just looked dishevelled and didn't like the idea of projecting the image of a messy hangover to so many people, so he hurried back to his dormitory.

- Well hello there! Talk about an hour to get home!" Ron exclaimed, when he arrived at the room. I want the details, man, you look like you've had a busy night. he said, laughing.

Harry still felt guilty about Ron the next day, but he had agreed with Hermione that it was best to keep the truth from him. Ron was an incredible friend and a person who deserved the best. Since he and Hermione knew that they weren't really headed towards a serious relationship, they simply preferred to keep it a secret.

- Ha-ha, if at least it was a juicy story, lied Harry. I simply fell asleep in front of the fire yesterday.

Ron looked puzzled. He had no excuse for the buttons on his shirt. He preferred to change the subject. He thought quickly and remembered that they were playing a game of quidditch that very afternoon. But what an exemplary captain was he? Drinking like a fish on the eve of an important game.

- Besides, you feel ready to face Slytherin today?" he questioned.

- You know me, stress is always intense on the day of a game, but I think I play better that way, so... Ron replied simply.

The tactics worked as they began to talk about the strategies they had practiced for this game.

POV Hermione

Hermione woke up slowly in her dormitory. She congratulated herself for taking a hydrating potion before going to bed since she had a pasty mouth this morning. They had come home very late last night, or at dawn, depending on the perspective. It was going to be a long day with so little sleep.

"I hope I can keep up with my classes," she thought, concerned that it would interfere with her studies.

However, letting go was good and she didn't regret the events of the day before, she had spent a nice evening with Harry.

"Oh, my God, Harry and... Malfoy," she had to sit down again as the images jostled in her head. She didn't know whether to be afraid of the situation or excited. "Excited? "She'd go crazy if Malfoy gave her such emotions now. But how erotic were those images? She needed a cold shower now. Even her perception of Harry didn't seem the same anymore.

She went into the shower, but to hell with the cold water this morning. Who really took a cold shower when they needed one? The warmth of the water awakened her senses. Her hands glided quietly over her body, gently massaging the points of tension in her lower back. Malfoy had given her the tension points by taking her deep on the floor, the girl recalled in disbelief. The day was going to be endless if the slightest movement reminded her of the fooling around with the two young men. She thought of satisfying some of her cravings before getting out of the shower but thought that this would only create more.

Hermione put on her uniform as usual, ignoring the stiffness of her body as best she could, and went downstairs to have breakfast with the others.

- No Ron, I don't think a looping formation would help us defeat Slytherin, we need to focus on what we're already doing well, not trying new tactics during a game. Said Harry to a Ron who was gobbling up his toast while talking. Ron always devoured his meals.

- Yeah, but if the game drags on, I don't want to get caught doing the Starfish and Stick," Ron said.

- Ha-ha, the day you recreate that figure, I'm going to hang up my broom for good. Hi, Hermione. Slept well? Ask Harry, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She remained frozen in the face of such nonchalance. She knew that they had to hide the situation, but from there to be able to act like this. She was mystified, maybe she was bothering herself too much with this Malfoy thing, it's true that they were all consenting after all. At least with Quidditch, she didn't have to worry about classes after all. She was almost wondering how she could have gotten mixed up in her schedule like that.

- Hey, boys, are we actively preparing for the game later? Who are you playing?

- How can you not know we're facing Slytherin? This is the event of the year. Said Ron exasperated, but still moved by his friend's curiosity. It was rare that Hermione was interested in Quidditch.

- Ah, Slytherin," she scowled. She was sure she had blushed slightly.

- Ha-ha Hermione, I know we don't like them very much, but there's no need to get angry. Harry laughed.

Again, he's so carefree this morning. Normally, the guilt was almost readable in his features, and today, when they had done worse than usual, he decided to be nonchalant. She stared at him despite trying to keep straight face. She remained silent for the rest of the meal, leaving the boys to be obstinate with their strategies. At least Malfoy wasn't present at breakfast, so she didn't have to face this vision, at least for now.

POV Harry

"Hermione is acting weird this morning, maybe I should ask her about yesterday after all," Harry thought. "Maybe I've made a fool of myself... ». After all, he'd woken up alone on the common room sofa. Normally, she would give him discreet but understanding little looks the day after they had had sex, not inquisitive looks.

Because of the game, classes were suspended today. The three friends were lounging on the lawn by the lake on this beautiful sunny morning, a perfect day for a game of quidditch.

- And Ron, how's your relationship with Parvati going?" asked Hermione. Harry knew that Hermione was trying to get his friend to go out with someone so she wouldn't feel so guilty. In fact, maybe she should feel guilty about directing Ron into a relationship with his ex-girlfriend's best friend who died in the Battle of Hogwarts.

- I think you were right, Hermione, it's true that she and I do get along. Said the redhead.

- Or is it that you're getting along with her tonsils?" Harry laughed. Don't deny it, I saw you yesterday.

Ron's blushing fiercely.

- All right, that's right, we really do get along then," he said with a smirk on his face. That's why I promised to meet her before the game to "talk" a bit. I'll see you in 30 minutes in the locker room, Harry? We'll have to go over some plans with the team if we want to make sure we win.

- Yes of course, I've already informed the others about the preparatory meeting.

Ron got up and walked towards the castle.

Harry thought it was a perfect time to question his best friend, as they were rarely alone during the day.

- Um, Hermione... I have a question to ask you and I don't want you to take it the wrong way. He started it. He saw his friend become uncomfortable, but what had he done last night?

POV Hermione

- Yes? She asked, encouraging him to continue. They had to talk about it, she knew that.

- Well, yesterday we drank a lot...

She nodded, indeed, finding that he was beating around the bush.

- And you know how sometimes events stay fuzzy in my head for a while.

She nodded again. "Come on, Harry! Go to the point. " she thought.

- Well, last night wasn't just a blur. I don't remember anything from a certain point. I have no idea how I got back to the tower.

Hermione remained motionless, forbidden. What portions of the evening had he forgotten?

- Oh, Hermione! Don't be angry. You know it's always great, you and I, it's not about that. He exclaimed. I just hope I haven't been out of place, or something, you've been acting strange since this morning.

"He was worried about her?" She thought. He was clearly missing large parts of the previous day's events.

- Okay... when did you "lose your memory"? she asked, in a tone that was meant to be calm as if to reassure him a little.

Harry blushes slightly.

- I don't remember anything after the sink episode. He said.

"The one with me or the one with Malfoy," she thought. But she already knew the answer. Harry had simply forgotten that Malfoy was there last night. "Oh, my God! But what could she answer?".

- Oh Harry, she said, obviously uncomfortable.

- No matter what I did, I apologize Hermione, I shouldn't have drunk so much," he replied, panicked.

- Harry, don't worry, you haven't done anything wrong, why do you think you have? But, uh, all right, yes, I can tell you then, but I think I'd have to be as drunk as yesterday to do it," said the prefect, smiling, wanting to lighten the mood a bit. They were going to need it for this story.

- So, we were on the sink and the intensity was, like, frantic when...

- Hi, Harry! Oh, sorry to interrupt you Hermione, said Ginny, Madame Bibine is moving up the meeting by an hour because it's going to rain, so we're going to meet right now, is that okay?

- Um, yeah, no problem. Shall we finish this discussion tonight, Hermione? he asked. He still seemed relieved, if only he knew.

- Yes, no problem Harry," she sighed.

At the very least, she could take the time to clarify her ideas on how to approach such a subject.

POV Draco

Draco had woken up late that morning. He even missed breakfast completely. The night before had been very special, full of revelations. He had seen a side of the gryffindors that he didn't know about. Of course, there was the sexual side, but there was something else. Both had an ease, a friendship that Draco, he must admit, was jealous of. This became clear to him when he observed them leaving the scene of the crime.

Draco would like to be that close to his friends, and now he wasn't thinking about sex. The ones close to him in Slytherin were, after all, quite distant, suspicious, except maybe Blaise. He had felt free yesterday for one of the first time, free of his decisions.

"Free to make your own decisions, yeah, we'll come back to that, you let Potter do what he wanted with you, if you remember correctly," he thought.

Perhaps that was indeed his decision, he thought. He had simply allowed himself the right to be someone other than what was expected day in and day out.

"Any regrets? That depends on how things go today. So, stop talking to yourself, and get up, it's still Gryffindor versus Slytherin today". At least he knew that the captain of the opposing team was going to be in bad shape after last night's bender.

POV Harry

- So, if we stick to the game plan, we're going to make them bite the dust. Declared Harry to his team.

Everyone yelled in support, the mood of the team was perfect and that augured well for the afternoon.

- Gryffindor team, please step out into the corridor to position yourself for the official entrance to the field. Said a volunteer at the locker room entrance.

Several student volunteers had to manage the entrance corridor during the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor games, as the two teams had to line up next to each other and tension was usually rising rapidly.

The Slytherins were already in place when they came out. Harry, leading his delegation, walked quietly to stand next to the opposing team captain, Draco Malfoy himself.

Arriving at his level, Harry turned to send him a nasty smile as usual. It was at this very moment that his memory came back to him. Suddenly, looking into his eyes, Harry was assailed by many images from the day before. "That's why Hermione looked like that," he thought as the images passed by.

Malfoy taking possession of Hermione on the bathroom floor. The two young men sharing the lady at her request. Hermione's cries of pleasure. They had really spoiled her together. Then new images appeared, leaving Harry very confused and a little too pleasantly surprised for his taste.

He had taken the first steps towards Malfoy, he, Harry, had taken the first steps. He had devoured him on the spot, discovered every inch of his intimacy, literally. And his enemy had let it happen, he even seemed to be enjoying it. Eventually, the memories became crystal clear. He'd even had the audacity to claim it all from Malfoy, and Malfoy had given in.

Last night, he had completely possessed the blonde and pleasured himself between two beautiful pure white buttocks that belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy, the captain of the opposing team. "Really, an exemplary captain," he thought, "he had gotten drunk and fucked the enemy captain on the eve of the most important game of the year," it occurred to him, exasperated with himself. Strangely, and to his utter confusion, he could not regret the action.

The two captains stared at each other intensely for a while. Malfoy's gaze was indescribable, impossible to read his emotions. It was probably better that way; Harry was worried about what he might have read in it. Now that he thought about it, Malfoy wasn't drunk yesterday…

- All right guys, we get that you hate each other, can we move on so we can play? asked a Slytherin player that Harry couldn't identify because he was so distracted.

"If he knew the reason for their stares... If anyone knew that, he wouldn't have believed it, even Harry could hardly believe it. "

"Come on," Harry thought, "he's not going to win today. After all, I'm in control, aren't I? ». He gave the same defiant look as the day before.

- Ready for a defeat Potter?" questioned Malfoy with his usual arrogance.

"Oh, he wants to play. Might as well take the odds on my side, let him be as distracted as I am during the game," Harry thought.

- Oh, I hope you're in good shape, Malfoy, because we don't intend to be soft on you today. Said Harry, referring to a phrase he remembered saying the day before.

Malfoy instantly turned white and then red, before proceeding to the field where Madame Bibine was waiting for them.

They entered the field side by side. Harry located Hermione in the bleachers... He imagined her watching them as she did yesterday. "That's going to work well, an erection on a broomstick… ».

- Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone gets on your broomsticks. Come on, hurry up!" declared Madame Bibine. Harry smiled; some things never change.

- At my whistle! Here we go! she shouts.

"Well, forget all that, now it's time to honour Gryffindor. "Harry thought to himself as the golden snitch disappeared.

The first half hour of the game went by without any notable moments. Gryffindor dominated slightly in the points, Harry and Ron's attacking tactics seemed to be paying off. Ginny had scored most of the points as usual. The beaters on both teams were having a field day. Gryffindor versus Slytherin always produced the best game of the year because their rivalry was legendary.

Harry eventually spotted the golden snitch and headed straight for it at the same time that Malfoy was also heading in that direction. They were now neck and neck, fighting to be the first to capture it. He was so close that Harry could feel the warmth of the other's body against his own. He had to concentrate hard to ignore the sensations it reminded him of.

He took a slight lead and finally put his hand on the little golden ball at the same time as Malfoy closed his hand on his own. They stayed like that for a short while. Malfoy suddenly withdrew his hand, realizing that he had not just grabbed the golden snitch, but Harry's hand. The dark-haired man didn't know where he got such confidence in the presence of his enemy, but he took advantage of the distance with the others to annoy him.

- Did you already miss being able to touch me? he said.

- Fuck you, Potter!

- Ah, and there I thought that in our relationship it was you who played that role. Harry replied with a mischievous smile, but still sensual in the face. For some unknown reason, he didn't really want Malfoy to regret the day before.

They had to stop their conversations because the gryffindors had just joined Harry to congratulate him. Harry noticed that Hermione was still staring at him, he would have to talk to her now that he remembered, but what exactly would he say?

POV Draco

Draco was used to taking his shower after all the players were out, so no one made any comments when they saw him waiting. Normally he would wait out of modesty, but today he had a massive erection from the little chat with Potter on the pitch. His words had titillated him, Potter hadn't tried to make fun of him, it was as if he really wanted to flirt with him. "I'm going crazy, I'm thinking about Potter and the word "flirt" at the same time".

Draco went into the shower. The hot water did wonders for him. The drops rolled against his skin. His erection continued to torture him. Eventually he grabbed it firmly, it wouldn't take long, so he might as well enjoy it. His hand slid vigorously against his outstretched manhood, he closed his eyes to remember the day before, Granger's body completely at his mercy. She was so much more beautiful than he thought, if he had thought about it at all. A real woman, with all the right elements in the right places, and who knew what she wanted. His thoughts turned to the man who had caused this erection, Potter.

His falsely innocent smile at the end of the game was the image he had of Potter now. He always looked so lost and innocent, but he hid his game well in the end.

Draco stopped when he heard a noise in the locker room. He looked through the little slanting mirror that the guys had installed so they could shave. Potter was in the locker room, alone, still looking lost and puzzled.

For some unknown reason, Draco began to caress himself again... He had spied on Potter and Granger yesterday, and he wasn't against the idea of doing the opposite today. So, he continued caressing himself but added a little to the show. He sensually ran his hand through his hair, stroked his chest quietly, without ever losing contact with his erection. He had simply leaned against the shower wall with his eyes closed. If Potter looked at him, he had an unobstructed view of his body.

For some unknown reason, Draco really wanted to feel he could make him drool. So, he decided to turn his back on him. Leaning his hand against the wall, he arched as if he needed support, sticking his buttocks out and increasing the frenetic rhythm of his hand. He suspected that this sight, with his legs slightly apart, would make him lose his head. Why did he want to make Potter lose his mind? He was probably going crazy, damn hormones. He shouldn't, but he hoped Potter wouldn't miss any of the private show he was entitled to. Showing himself off in this way suited his personality better than voyeurism, he thought. Even if Potter had decided to leave the room, this little game would give him a nice orgasm after all.

Silence reigned in the room, Draco concentrating on the sensations he was inflicting on himself when two hands touched his pelvis on either side. A whole body came to stick to his back. He shivered on contact, Potter had just joined him in the shower, fully dressed.

POV Harry

- Need help with that? Harry asked, "Oh, what a cheap pornographic cliché," he thought, hoping that the blonde would still play the game.

When he and his teammates came out of Gryffindor's dressing room, Harry noticed that the entire opposing team was walking in front of them towards the castle, all except Malfoy. He pretended that he had to go back to the field to get something and that he would meet them in the common room. Parvati had just rushed to congratulate Ron, so Ron did not insist on going with him.

Harry wanted to talk to Malfoy. To tell him what, it was a mystery. He didn't know the young man's orientation exactly, his reputation was all about girls, but he didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Harry didn't identify himself as gay.

He had gently pushed open the locker room door, at one time Malfoy would have attacked him for less. Reflecting on what he wanted to explain, he entered the room. It was empty, he could only hear the water from the shower running at a steady pace. He stopped; Malfoy must have been in the shower. Not listening to his brain anymore, he walked into the locker room to reach an angle that would allow him to confirm his thoughts without being discovered.

"Oh," thought Harry. It was indeed the blond. Harry's memories from yesterday were not perfect considering the amount of alcohol he had ingested, so he saw Malfoy naked as if it was the first time. Already, seeing him in the shower seemed to excite him, the young man was stroking himself. Harry knew he should have run away before he noticed him, but Malfoy had shifted his position and the sight he saw prevented any coherent thought from reaching his brain.

Malfoy was awakening something in him. He was still frozen in place when the Slytherin turned around, offering the perfection of his behind to revel in. Harry looked away. He saw a mirror with Malfoy's reflection in it. "That means he can see me in it, too." This realization made his feet move out of control. A moment later, he heard the worst line in the history of flirting.

POV Draco

Draco turned around quietly, leaning against the wall behind him again, completely naked, looking at Harry, fully dressed in the color of Gryffindor. Draco would be willing to put his money on it, that this difference counted for much of his excitement. Harry Potter, the saviour of the world, reduced to letting his impulses go with him, Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater. Everything about them were a duality, good/evil, Slytherin/Gryffindor, blond/brown, loved by all/hated by the majority, brave to be dangerous/coward to be dangerous, etc. "In the end, they were dangerous, this situation was dangerous in fact." Thought Draco. He had decided, however, that he was no longer a coward and he wanted Potter to know that if he had got the upper hand the day before it was because he had wanted him to. So, he took control of the situation.

- Didn't they tell you that peeping was bad, Potter?

- No, but I think I learned it from you yesterday, so it's just a return of favor, isn't it?" questioned the now-soaked gryffindor.

- That's one way to look at it. The difference being you knew you'd find me here. Returned the snake.

- Shall I try to deny it then?" said Harry, smiling innocently. He wanted to make Malfoy feel that the situation was premeditated, though it was not, at least initially.

Malfoy slipped behind Harry to remove his cape, rubbing his body against his. The blond man enjoyed the shivers it gave Potter. The gryffindor had stopped breathing. For the first time, Malfoy took the first steps. Still behind him, he slid his hands under his sweater, lingering on his belly and than his pecs, discovering the body he hadn't really been able to inspect the day before. The skin was so soft and the tone so firm.

Draco had never considered men as potential, and still didn't. Potter had something else. "Maybe it's just the forbidden part," he thought to himself. Grabbing the hem of the sweater, he pushed it over the brown man's head. He then placed his lips against the back of his enemy. His former enemy? He was surprised by his own gesture, there was nothing violent or controlling in this kiss, the softness was a little too present for his taste. So, he switched to a higher pace in order to hide the uneasiness Potter must have felt as well.

Turning Potter over and pushing him against the wall, Draco greedily grabbed his companion's lips. Biting, sucking, licking, all his desires seemed to come out in that kiss.

- I think I've still got too many clothes," whispered Harry, short of breath.

Draco rotated them to give Potter some space.

- Go ahead, get undressed," he ordered, taking his most bossy look.

Harry noticed for the first time that Malfoy was more cute than terrifying when he was giving orders. However, he was going to refrain from mentioning it to him, so as not to break the mood.

He stared Malfoy directly in his eyes and undid his pants slowly, very slowly. Without ever taking his eyes off him, he lowered his boxer shorts to his feet and sent them away with an ankle movement. He continued to challenge the young man to look away from his now naked body. Each of their movements seemed to be a provocation, a challenge to the other. Harry had chills all over his body. At this moment he should have been in his common room surrounded by all his friends, celebrating his victory. Instead, he was having a staring contest with Malfoy, which would have been normal if they hadn't been naked in a steamy shower.

The blond boy walked towards Harry, he wanted to keep control. Draco was slightly taller than his companion... So, he put his hands around his lover's waist, yes, it was his lover there. He approached and forced Potter to put his arms around his neck, and then he kissed him like he'd never kissed anyone before. He put his hands under the lion's buttocks and wrapped the lion's legs around him. Draco thought he would faint, so exquisite was the contact of their erections.

POV Harry

"Oh, oh, he's trying to pull the same stunt I pulled on him yesterday... "thought Harry, unsure he was ready for that. Malfoy put him on a bench in the corner of the shower. Being carried away like that by a man was a feeling Harry couldn't decide whether he liked it or not. He really should stop asking himself questions at this point.

POV Draco

He literally had Potter in his arms, he was 100% in control of the situation and it didn't seem to bother the other man that much. He had seen concern on Potter's features, so he was worried about what Draco was going to do to him. Draco liked the feeling of power that he seemed to have lost since he had given in to Potter's advances the day before.

He lowered Potter on the bench near the wall. He also wanted to show Potter enough stars to be able to hear him accept his advances for what he would want later.

Draco knelt on the cold floor of the locker room shower. Anyone could have come back for something at any time, but Draco didn't care at the time. The image of being surprised almost amused him in fact. His hands were now gliding on Potter's thighs, feeling every muscle, feeling the skin covered with light brown hairs.

Moving towards his lover's hips, he dared to firmly grasp the young man's round buttocks. At the same time, he swallowed the erection that seemed almost painful in front of him. He heard the brown man's moan of contentment. He was shocked to find the taste on his tongue appreciable, slightly salty, witnessing the envy of his lover. He had never even thought of performing fellatio.

Potter had released his head backwards, savouring the sensations. This encouraged the Slytherin to keep going. Draco slid his hands towards the man's torso, stopping to massage the pectorals. Potter was in good shape, it had to be said. You couldn't become captain of a quidditch team without training.

- Look at me, asked the slytherin.

Harry complied, staring him straight in his eyes as he asked. Draco felt his penis twitching in his mouth, he liked the fact that the vision he gave increased the pleasure of his lover. He was indeed more of an exhibitionist, he thought to himself.

Potter then brought his hand close to his head, and gently began to caress his hair, again, there was too much softness in this gesture. This time, neither of them moved to change the situation.

Draco slid his tongue towards his partner's anus, lingering a little at the two delicate balls that made the brown moan even more. When he reached his target, he felt Harry's whole-body contract. Potter was obviously not at ease with this practice. Draco had been touching this area of himself for some minutes by now. He had discovered these sensations last night and since then he had been surprised at the vibrations it caused in him.

Draco continued his soft caress, but Potter didn't seem to relax. Potter would probably let him do anything at this point, but Draco straightened himself up while changing his mind about what to do next.

- Stop worrying," Draco sensually slipped Draco into Potter's ear.

POV Harry

Since Malfoy had come down to his buttocks, Harry couldn't let go, he tried to tell himself that it was normal that the blonde wanted the return for last night. Harry had never imagined this experience on himself. Mainly because his usual partner couldn't reverse the roles and he had never been in this role before, having only had one male partner before.

He looked at Malfoy as he straightened up, trying to look confident.

"Stop worrying," Draco told him. "This is it, it's going to happen," he thought.

The blond came up to him with a mischievous smile on his lips. He quickly slipped into his lap, sat down, and impaled his penis in one fell swoop. Harry, who had not seen the moment coming, had to hold back, not to come now. Malfoy began a deep, lascivious back and forth, pushing Harry's penis deeper and deeper into him. He moaned loudly as he gave himself pleasure, using the gryffindor's penis as a toy. He was frankly beautiful and dazzling like that. Harry put his arms around the blond man, bringing their torso together to kiss his pecs and neck. Their embrace was now fusional, moving at the same pace as the other, moaning at the same time.

- You like it, don't you?" Malfoy asked, already knowing the answer.

- Oh, yes, you're so divine. Harry replied, without even thinking. Once again, "at that point," he could say anything he wanted.

Harry had to regain control, or everything will come to an end too fast. He stopped moving, the blonde watched him intrigued, passed his arms under Malfoy's thighs and lifted him from his knees without ever coming out of the warm cloth that encompassed his erection. Recruiting all his forces, he laid the snake directly on the ground and covered it with his body. He began a frantic back and forth. The young men were now moaning loudly, Harry hoped no one was near the locker rooms.

Harry couldn't hold back when he felt Malfoy come and contract beneath him. He collapsed on his lover and tried to catch his breath. Five minutes had passed, he was still lying on top of Malfoy, no one was talking. He kissed him gently on the neck.

- No one must know. Say Harry in Malfoy's ear.

He got up, took his wet laundry, quickly put it on, dried himself with a "tergeo", thanks to his wand. He smiled when he remembered that this was the spell Hermione used to clean the dried blood on his face when Malfoy broke his nose in 6th grade. He left the locker room to meet his friends.

POV Hermione

Hermione had seen Harry go back to the locker room as she wanted to talk to him. She had noticed the boys' actions and suspected that her friend's memory had returned.

She approached the locker rooms, she wanted to know what kind of discussion they could have the day after. She couldn't go in undetected; she was sure of that. She put her ear to the door. She could hear a little stirring, but no words. She was beginning to worry about her friend.

"Ah, ha-ha," she laughed, when the first moans came to her. Wow, she thought that yesterday's situation excited her because of the alcohol, but obviously there was something else going on. Being stimulated by her best friend sleeping with another man seemed strange to her, why did the idea of two men together turn her on? Should she be jealous? No, they were free, but the excitement was interesting, she was going to have to do some research on the subject.

For now, she was going to leave them to their frolics. So, she walked quietly towards the castle, her head full of sensual images. She only hoped that Harry hadn't changed all his desires and intentions since she didn't want to lose the one she had been dreaming about.

"Later, she could torture poor Harry by pretending to remind him. " She thought. Might as well have fun and enjoy it after all the horrors they'd been through. Hermione was living in the present and not bothering about anything except her notes now. Still, she was top of the class.

End of chapter. Hope to see you next week ;)

I hope the translation isn't so bad, it's been a while since I wrote in English, but I quite like going back to it now. I speak English daily, but I barely write anymore.

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