Author's note: Sorry I've been gone a while, between my health and work and school and helping my aunt out with her kids, and my Grandma being put in Hospice, I haven't really had any down time at all. I'm hoping to get in at least a few updates this weekend and go from there. Here's a short chapter but I promise I'm working on the next chapter!

Thanks to all the kind reviews, honestly they are what encouraged me to take up my metaphorical writing pen.

Harry wanted to take his time, wanted to marvel at every sound the blond made below him. He wanted to memorize every inch of his soft pale skin. He wasn't sure he would ever get another chance to see the blond like this, what with their constant rivalry and with everything standing between them. He would have, but one thing Draco said had him worried. The plant fed on magic, and although Draco had said Harry had nothing to worry about, Harry got the impression that Draco was worried about that fact.

So Harry set aside his wants and did everything he could think of to bring the blond off. He sucked on the spot that had set the blond to wriggling before while using one hand to stroke his prostate and another to pinch his nipple. The blond took a single gasping breath than as his seed was released he sagged against the plants holding him up. It wasn't till the plants gently began to release Draco's wrists and ankles that Harry realize that the blonde had actually passed out.

As the plants helped him into his clothes and onto his feet, they placed the unconscious blonde into his arms and gave him a hissed warning, urging him to properly claim his mate. Harry ignored it, instead opting for rushing out of the forest and towards the castle. As he reached the castle grounds he glanced down, unnerved by how pale the blond looked, like he was ill. The forming bruises did not help the image at all. Harry bit his lip and decided to take the blond to the infirmary.

As Harry was walking towards the infirmary Draco began to stir. Harry stopped just outside the infirmary and looked down into the still slightly glazed silver eyes, and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

Draco blinked and said slowly as if measuring every word, "the chemical is quite powerful, anyone would have found it enjoyable to an extent.

Harry looked a bit upset as he asked, "So you only liked it because of the chemical? You don't like me at all?"

Draco frowned and said in the same slow measure voice like he was trying to pick the perfect words to say, "it's called an unbiased lust potion because its meant to increase the lust you feel for those around you. I did enjoy it very much but the chemical had a small part my enjoyment but if it had just been the Shrub of Modus or someone else, I wouldn't have liked it as much."

Harry gave Draco a smile that was blinding in its intensity, before pushing the doors open and handing him over to the med-witch who had rushed over. Harry stayed next to Draco's bed as Draco explained in a quiet and tired voice that they had been grabbed up by a fully mature Shrub of Modus that had been in heat and intent on ringing Draco dry of all fluids. Harry was surprised when Draco added quietly at the end, "If Potter hadn't discovered the plant spoke parsletongue and talked it out of attempting to impregnate me I would have died."

The med-witch had a similarly confused expression, as the rivalry between the two had sent them into her care several times this year. The woman sighed and said, "That was very noble of you Mr. Potter, I'll be sure to notify the head of your house so that you get the appropriate points for such a good deed, most people I know would have fled if their friends got caught up in that shady plant, let alone their rival. Now you just head along to your dorms, I'm keeping Mr. Malfoy for observation tonight and I'm going to make sure he's fit as a fiddle before I release him, good thing you don't have classes tomorrow because you would not be attending them. With your weak constituent that plant could have killed you if it had taken even an extra drop of magic. Now drink this rehydrating potion, and this magic boost potion, I'll have you drink two more of those before I give you a sleeping drought." As Draco began drinking the designated potions with a sour expression, the med-witch noticed the Harry hadn't moved and said, "He'll be right as rain in no time Mr. Potter, no need to worry, you need to get some rest."

Harry frowned and asked, "Should I stay? The plant got a hold of me too?"

The med-witch smiled and said, "Oh Mr. Potter, you have nothing to worry about, most people don't even notice the drainage the Shrub of Modus does to their magic, Mr. Malfoy's just a special case, what with his history with the plant and his weak constituent and his current condition, well it's a miracle he survived."

Harry was sure his shock and horror was evident on his face, because the med-witch patted his shoulder and said, "Not to worry dear, I won't let him leave my sight till I'm sure he's healthy as a hydra, now you best be heading to your dorms, it's almost curfew. I wouldn't want you to get all the points you just earned taken away because you weren't were you were suppose to be."

Harry gave one last glance over his shoulder as he left, and got a good look at the now sleeping boy before he hurried up his passé, he had a lot of questions and he was certain that if Hermione didn't know all the answer already she would find them before Draco was released from the infirmary.