HARRY POTTER AND THE PARADOX OF BEING
By Yih

Unbeta'd, read at your own risk.

8: The Aphrodisiac

HE DECIDED NOT to apologize. He needed more detentions with Sebastian. The thrall, he knew, would work better over time and over more exposure. He could feel the Professor weakening a little. It still wasn't happening fast enough for Draco's taste, but then again Sebastian was an unusually strong wizard. He needed an enhancing potion, but he didn't have enough confidence in his potion brewing abilities to make the best one that wouldn't interfere with his other bodily functions. Instead, he decided to use an aphrodisiac. Those were easily acquired. All he had to do was owl for one from his father.

He did. Lucius didn't ask questions. He knew his father knew that he was trying his best. He also knew that his father would figure out his plan without him having to outline it. It was a relatively simple plan. All Draco knew was he had to get Sebastian to give him something to drink and get Sebastian to drink something as well. Then slip the aphrodisiac into the drink and focus his thrall on his Professor as best as he could until the potion kicked in. After that, well, he would be irresistible to Professor Biggerstaff.

"Draco," he heard Sebastian snap his name out with a very displeased tone, "you have not apologized to Weasley yet. Did I not make it clear to you that you should apologize to him? I had thought you were going to do it this afternoon, but instead you proceeded to insult him again. Do you want to incur my wrath to the point I seriously reconsidering taking you up as my apprentice?"

Draco froze and then started to blink wildly. He hadn't even thought that he would be in danger of losing his apprenticeship with Sebastian. He would have to be very careful with whatever he did. In his right pocket, he clutched the vial of the power and quite illegal aphrodisiac that he had. If he used this, would Sebastian hold it against him? He didn't know. He didn't think so, especially when Sebastian was more prone to think it would be his fault. Right? Hopefully. It was taking a huge risk, but if he didn't--- his father wouldn't be pleased and neither would, he cringed mentally, the Dark Lord.

He didn't have a choice. "I'm sorry," Draco apologized. "It's just hard to apologize to Weas-ley when he's being such a foolish prat of a Gryffindor."

"And you aren't being a prat as well?" Sebastian countered.

Draco flushed a light red. "I do realize that I have a tendency to be arrogant and…"

Sebastian chuckled lightly. "At least you admit it, D---," he cut himself off abruptly for some reason that Draco didn't understand. Who was the D---someone that Professor Biggerstaff had almost been about to talk about? Sebastian cleared his throat and remarked instead, "It is well done of you to admit that you are arrogant. Perhaps, things will work out better once you get more tolerant of other houses. I will endeavor to get you used to that."

Draco inwardly sighed. He had no wish to get along with people from other houses, but if that was what Sebastian wished--- he really didn't have much of a choice, like he didn't have much of a choice regarding whether or not to seduce Sebastian. He had to, and he had to get the aphrodisiac into Sebastian's coffee mug somehow. He needed a distraction, some plan that would get Sebastian to leave. Perhaps, getting him something to drink? Coughing lightly, he tried to make it sound like he had inadvertently choked on something. "I…" he gasped and started choking harder.

"Do you need some water?"

"That would be…" he croaked, "good."

As Draco knew that he would, Sebastian got up from where he was seated and went to another room to get something to drink. Taking the vial out, he slipped all the aphrodisiac into Sebastian's mug. He had read the instructions that his father had given him, that the vial was enough for a few attempts. But the instructions had also said that the larger the dose, the stronger the lust would be. Well, he didn't care if Sebastian ravished his body as long as Sebastian did the ravishing.

Just thinking about those lips on his and his tongue dueling with his was enough to make Draco's knees weak. If he weren't sitting down, he thought he'd sink into a puddle on the ground. It would be a delicious puddle though, Draco decided, licking his lips with anticipation. He wondered how fast the potion would react. His father said the reaction should be swift, but what if it wasn't fast enough? What if he left the room before it activated?

He would just have to make sure that didn't happen.

Concentrating hard on sensing the thrall that he knew was his to command at will, Draco push it out all over his body, swamping his body with all the power that he possessed. It wasn't much compared to a full veela or even a half veela but it was still more of a magnetic attraction than a mere wizard could manage. Combining that with a lust potion was sure to make his plan of seducing Sebastian Biggerstaff an enormous success.

"I don't have any water," Sebastian remarked apologetically, "but I did find some tea. Would that be all right?"

"That'll be fine," Draco remarked, remembering to keep the hoarse note in his voice even though it was hard pretending that his throat was dry and scratchy when he was positively salivating in anticipation of what was to come. "Thank… you," he managed to let out as he drank steadily from the offered drink.

"You're welcome," Sebastian stated smoothly, sitting back down. "Now, do I have your word that you will apologize to Mr. Weasley in a satisfactory manner that befits the etiquette that the Malfoy heir is taught?"

He still wasn't drinking the lust-inducing drink. Draco narrowed his eyes slightly. From the direction of the conversation, he knew he needed to buy a little time. Sebastian had to at least drink the potion and then he needed a few minutes for it to kick in. "Must I?" he mumbled, trying to sound as reluctant as possible. If the Professor thought he had to coax him, then perhaps that would buy him the time that he needed.

The gaze Sebastian shot him was enough to send a tingle down Draco's spine. It was that intense. Thank Merlin that Sebastian's eyes were looking into his, his thrall worked best when someone was staring into his eyes and with his powers on full blast, he might subconsciously manage to convince him to drink the aphrodisiac.

Drink it, he thought with all the power he had behind that thought. Drink it, Sebastian.

Sebastian's hand was moving toward his mug, but instead of gripping it and bringing it to his delicious lips his fingers lingered over the rim of it as his eyes managed to break contact with Draco's. Even though Draco had been trying to hold his gaze while using his thrall to persuade Sebastian to do what his will wanted him to do. This unexpected rebuttal was a frustration and an allure all at the same time.

"Draco?"

"Yes?" he muttered, his thoughts totally absorbed into getting Sebastian to do what he wanted that he had no idea what Sebastian was trying to ask of him.

"Did you hear what I said?"

It was that that made Draco try to focus on the conversation at hand rather than concentrating on getting the lust drink into Sebastian so that he might get the ride of his life. He finally, after thinking about it carefully, what his Professor was asking of him. As much as he would have liked to say no, he knew that he had no real option on what his answer would be. "Yes, I heard what you said," he responded calmly and without any overt emotion.

"And?"

He wanted to say that he supposed he had to apologize but he had the distinct feeling that even though Ron Weasley was far from Professor Biggerstaff's favorite student that would tick the absolutely fair wizard off. "I'll apologize," he muttered, not sounding enthusiastic but not sounding too reluctant either. He knew that if he sounded too much either way, it would have displeased Sebastian and he definitely didn't want that. What he did want was for his bloody Professor to drink the bloody drink.

"I'll apologize to Weasley."

"Good," Sebastian murmured, smiling enough that it caused Draco's breath to hitch. God, his professor was devastating when he smiled even if it was only a little. Did Sebastian Biggerstaff know how attractive he was? Maybe he didn't, but Draco sure as hell knew. And his mind did a mental shout of joy when he saw Sebastian grasp the mug and lift it up to take a drink of whatever he was drinking.

Draco saw Sebastian hesitate as he took up the mug. It looked for an instant that his Professor wasn't going to drink the drink. How had Sebastian known? The aphrodisiac didn't have a known smell and while it might have a faint flavor, Draco was betting that whatever Sebastian was drinking had a strong enough flavor to hide it enough that he had drunk too much of it to resist his thrall any longer.

He sighed with relief as Sebastian started drinking the drink that would bring him into a swirl of ridiculously overwhelming lust. It wouldn't take long, Draco thought, before Professor Biggerstaff would be fucking him good and hard. Not long at… he almost let out a cry of frustration when Sebastian stopped drinking the amber liquid and set down the mug after only taking what could be called a long sip.

Draco knew that wasn't enough, not nearly enough to set Sebastian's sex drive into overcharge. Well, he didn't think it was. He had used the entire vial and it might be enough, but somehow he doubted it. Especially since looking into those beautiful blue eyes, he didn't see the faintest bit of clouded passion that should be in them. There was absolutely no lust and his thrall was on full blast. It was very disappointing.

"Now, as much as I would like to continue talking with you," Sebastian murmured, "I do have a lot of work to do, Draco."

Draco felt his spirits sinking into a bottomless pit. He has used the entire aphrodisiac and nothing had come from it. He would have to try again and try another plan. This was not good, not good at all. But what else could he do? Nothing.

"Good day then, Professor."

"Good day, Draco."


HARRY RESTED HIS head on the desk. That was close. There was something about this Draco that was different from the other Draco. Then again, there was much that Draco said he couldn't tell him. Some sort of matter about family blood magic that was reserved only for the Malfoy and Black family that he had learned. He had always wondered if there was Potter blood magic, but as he was the last of his line and as such magic as the other Draco had told him was passed by word of mouth through the generations--- it had been lost when his father had fallen.

He had wanted to rip Draco's clothes off and fuck him through the floorboards. It had only been with the control that made him an excellent mediwizard and duelist that he had managed to rein in the animalistic desire. It seemed off to him for him to be the aggressor because he had never really enjoyed being the dominant one. Though he had occasionally experimented topping with his Sev, he had always enjoyed bottoming more.

He knew it wasn't only the lust potion he had tasted in his tea, but also the seduction magic that Draco had been using. He had known that even in the other world, Draco had wanted him, but he had never thought that this Draco would have. It was unexpected, but not that surprising considering the attraction seemed to carry over from dimension to dimension. But his balls hurt. He had a raging hard on and he needed fulfillment. And he didn't think his hand was going to get the job done.

He was burning.

He needed someone, anyone.

"Who's there?" He sounded irritated. It didn't stop his desire. "I'm not going to ask this again," he growled, "who's there?" God, he sounded so much like Sev that Harry felt his impossible level of desire double even further. It had been a year since he had last seen his lover and he ached furiously for even the touch of one that wasn't quite Sev. "Who… Sebastian?"

Severus looked shocked to see him. Harry could appreciate that surprise because reflected from those dark orbs were his flushed and lust filled eyes. He looked like he needed to be shagged, and he did. He needed to be fucked desperately. He was almost half insane with lust. How he had managed to get himself down to the dungeons without running into any students was a feat in itself. He was here now, and part of him was yelling at his betrayal to Sev and another part of him just couldn't turn away. Who else did have to turn to? He trusted Severus explicitly.

"What… do you want?" Severus finally managed to ask.

To hear Severus ask him what he wanted ended whatever control he had left. "I want you."

"Excuse me?"

Severus was definitely surprised, shocked, and staggered. It was a range of emotion that Harry had rarely seen in Sev, actually he was pretty sure he hadn't. But he couldn't really think clear now, what with a powerful and potent lust potion pulsing through his veins. All he could really think about was sex, sex, and more sex. He felt like a horny irrational teenager again. But he didn't think he'd ever felt this horny before. It was completely unnatural. "I need you."

Having said that, Harry decided with his lust filled mind that it wouldn't do to let Severus say anything that might indicate that he would be averse to fulfilling his needs, so leaning over the desk he kissed Severus in a thorough matter. He decided that if the words weren't convincing enough or the wild look in his eyes, then kissing would certainly get the point across that he was serious with his want and his need.

If this Severus was anything like the Sev he knew, he knew exactly what would drive Severus up the wall and into bed without too many protesting problems. A small part of him screamed that this was wrong, that he was taking unfair advantage of Severus and even worse he was cheating on Sev, but most of him was screaming for him to seduce Severus until he couldn't put together a rational thought.

Diving his tongue into Severus's mouth, he immediately sighed at the familiar taste of the minty cleanser that both Severuses seemed to be fond of using. It was heady, tasting Sev… Severus. He had to consciously remind himself that it was Severus that he was kissing and not Sev. But it was hard when Sev… Severus was responding to the touch that used to drive Sev wild with the same earnest response. It was sweet to feel Severus moaning in a soft guttural sound that was utterly sexy.

He couldn't get enough of Severus. There was no comparing Draco to Severus… or Sev. There was simply no comparison. If he had to have a choice of whom to bed, it would be Severus without a conscious thought. There was no one that caused the blood to drain to his cock faster than just thinking about Severus in a compromising situation. Merlin, he could feel those long and skillful fingers of Severus going to work and what work they did.

How ever had his clothes and robes come off? When had he lost the upperhand? When had his back been rammed against the walls? When had his legs been wrapped around Severus's waist with the abandon of a wanton whore? When had his fingers stopped caressing through clothes and started stroking silky skin? Harry didn't know, but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting more, of feeling more, of satisfying his insatiable lust.

At the back of his head, he did know that Severus had to know that there was something dramatically wrong with him. Did that mean that Severus was taking advantage of the situation then? After all, it wasn't like Harry could refuse his continued advances. Or was it he, himself that was taking advantage of Severus by driving the older man into such passion that the Potions Master couldn't refuse him? Whatever the case, which Harry didn't really care about because it didn't matter, what mattered was that Severus had to want him. There was no reason for Severus to give into desire because it was there if he didn't want him.

Severus wanted him.

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Author's Note: Thanks for staying with me on this story. I'm eventually going to finish in one way or another, though it might take some time. I think I'm going to take a break from this for a while (unless reviews suddenly inspire me to write more). I'd rather not write anything that I wasn't into because I don't tend to do my best when I feel like it's work instead of a pleasure. If you leave your email in the body of your review (signed reviews w/o emails don't work), I will notify you when I post the full chapter up and where. I don't know where I'm going to put it yet.

Questions: (1) Surprise that it wasn't Draco? (2) How did you like the whole Severus taking advantage of Harry? (3) Muah.

Thanks to KO, F.H. Groves, anonymous, Shea Loner, Sir/Lady Lupin, lily, Irin (yes, it's hard for Draco to keep the thrall up. I like how I've done the LM/NM relationship), Grinners (I think I've made this too complicated), Alicorn1 (well, veelas tend have attraction on until they find their mate and their mate controls it, but in this I have the veelas being able to control who they specifically want to attract), gwesntarr, GKX-6 (cool, that you're a guy ;p), Alucardou (thanks for the recs), Ruth (I love the L/N 'ship I'm doing in this), C.M. Aeris Queen of Insanity, Rachel (yeah, and I think the fact I went into so much detail in the first two is sapping my energy for the real reason I wrote it, but oh well the first two were pretty darn good, right? V and H haven't met yet, and it's not like V is going to have H in bed to see the mark.), lalaluu, Shuki, TigerBlak (YES!), KrondorsAngel, Eternal Cosmos, Jen (your theories are well thought out), lyress (this time it was two months, I apologize), henriette, Heston, Asitha (I think it's too convoluted and I'm no where near tying up the loose ends), athenakitty, minathia, agge (oh god, I don't even know what I think about the origins of Lily/Harry/James anymore to the Slytherin questions, I've written too many stories haha), Ox King, Menecarkawan (Thanks on N), keebler-elmo, Cydah, Kathy stgqvk (what makes you think R/D?), Scribbles from a Fountain Pen (you're right it was a plot pusher, and this is a plot maker?), Xiaou Nem (I doubt L would be in to seducing H for the N factor, power is a strong counter and for argument, heh who is the someone else?), Dius Corvus (V won't be interested in H in that way.), Mayhem El-Diablo, deliolith, sabriel.