Earlier the next morning my body ached. My lower half was so sore I was sure I'd need a wheelchair for the next two days. Malfoy was curled against me, his face buried in my neck. On my other side Blaise had his face snuggled into my hair. A knocking at the door forced me to get dressed, so I dragged on a discarded shirt and a random pair of boxers before wobbling to the door.
I opened it to find Harry and Ginny standing there hand in hand. There were no overwhelming feelings of lust so I felt safe to let them in.
"You look like hell." Harry stated, "what this Malfoy and Zabini do to you?"
"Don't give them so much credit." I mumbled. "This was a mixture of Malfoy, Zabini, Ronald, and Fucking Pansy!"
Ginny snickered, "Sounds like you had a fun filled night."
"Shut the hell up," I muttered. My neck looked like it was attacked by paintballs. Not that I didn't leave Malfoy a huge purple mark...but still. He could wear it like a badge of honor. People would look at me like I was mad. Stupid potion.
"Dumbledore is giving girls the day off, I was thinking we could attack the ministry again, but it looks like you may actually need your rest."
"So I'm guessing Harry was a perfect gentleman?" I asked. I could see the marks on his neck. Ginny had given him hell. Simply. He looked how I felt. Like I'd been fucked by several gorillas. Poor boy.
"Sure was,"
"If only she'd been a lady," he huffed. When she glared he grinned.
"It's not my fault he found himself on the wrong end of my vibrator."
"ANYWAYS!" Malfoys voice rung from behind us. We turned to see him standing shirtless behind the sofa. Little purple bruises littered his neck and chest, blonde hairs poked out of the top of his jeans. "Are you going to go?" He plopped down beside me.
"I feel like hell Malfoy. Couldn't we go Saturday?"
"But this is when they least expect it!" He insisted. You've been run through by 3 guys and a girl, they're counting you out. Take Potter and Blaise too. Just so you have some man power." He chuckled before giving Harry a very smug smile. Zabini had suffered the same fate as Harry last night. Poor man.
"Make an appearance at breakfast then right afterwards we strike. I'm sure Dumbledore will excuse us if we explained how Harry and Blaise ended up on the wrong side of the stick."
"Don't tell people that!" Harry and Blaise (although I was sure he was unconscious) shouted.
"It's for the sake of humanity!" MAlfoy insisted, "a little embarrassment now and then we're all free of lust potions, dildos, and any other embarrassing things." They both huffed simultaneously, but agreed.
"No one else better hear about this Malfoy," Harry mumbled, "Dumbledore and that's it!"
"I promise you Draco. If you breathe a word of it elsewhere I'll personally hex off your manly bits."
He put his hands up in defense.
"Fine, fine...whatever you want Zabini, love." He winked at his dark skinned friend and stretched. We spent the morning brewing several gallons of invisible and tasteless love potions. We snuck onto our brooms and tore across the country side. It was still dark when we made it to the ministry. We magicked the brew into the water dispensers, the pop cans, and the coffee creamer. We inserted it into tea bags and mixed it in with the sugar. All the while Malfoy set up muggle cameras that would record them humping like rabbits. I dumped the last of the potion in the already dripping coffee pot and climbed on the back of Harry's broom.
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