Day 16 – Lust Potion

Day 16 – Lust Potion

It all started in Potions class—a typical day at Hogwarts. Professor Slughorn was droning on about the effects of various potions, the room filled with the familiar sounds of bubbling cauldrons and the rustle of students flipping through their textbooks. Harry was focused on his potion, trying to get the consistency just right when he noticed something unusual happening across the room.

Draco Malfoy, who was usually so composed, was fidgeting in his seat, his gaze darting toward Harry with an intensity that made Harry's skin prickle with awareness. It wasn't the usual sneer or smug glance Draco normally directed at him—it was something else. Something darker. Something more... heated.

Harry frowned, glancing back at his own cauldron, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Weasley twins exchanging knowing looks, stifling laughter behind their hands. A sinking feeling settled in Harry's stomach.

Something was off.

By the time class ended, Draco was acting strange—stranger than usual. His face was flushed, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as he packed up his supplies. But it was the way he kept looking at Harry, like he couldn't tear his eyes away, that made Harry's heart race with both confusion and unease.

As Harry left the Potions classroom, he felt a presence behind him—too close. He turned to find Draco following him, his eyes fixed on Harry with a look so intense it sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

"Potter," Draco muttered, his voice low and rough, thick with something Harry couldn't quite place.

Harry frowned, stopping in the corridor as he turned to face Draco fully. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though the strange look in Draco's eyes made his skin prickle with unease.

Draco didn't respond right away. Instead, he took a step closer, his gaze locked onto Harry's, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. "Something's wrong," Draco muttered, his voice strained, like he was fighting to keep control. "I—fuck, I can't stop thinking about you."

Harry blinked, his heart skipping a beat as the weight of Draco's words sank in. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Draco's hand shot out, grabbing Harry's arm, and the touch sent a jolt of heat through Harry's body, though he wasn't sure if it was from the shock of Draco touching him or something else. "It's you," Draco muttered, his voice thick with desperation as he stepped closer, his body pressing against Harry's. "I can't—I need you, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened, his heart racing in his chest as Draco's hand slid up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The heat radiating off Draco's body was almost overwhelming, and Harry could feel the tension between them crackling in the air, thick and dangerous.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" Harry gasped, his breath catching in his throat as Draco leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Harry's. "What's gotten into you?"

Draco let out a low, frustrated growl, his fingers tightening on Harry's neck as he pressed closer, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "The Weasleys," Draco muttered, his voice rough with a mixture of anger and something darker, more primal. "They spiked my potion—with a Lust Potion."

Harry's breath hitched at the words, his mind spinning with the realization of what was happening. The Weasley twins—they must have tampered with Draco's potion, and now Draco was under the influence of a powerful Lust Potion, a potion that had been keyed specifically to him.

"Draco, we need to get you to the hospital wing," Harry muttered, his voice strained as he tried to pull away, but Draco's grip on him only tightened.

"I don't need the hospital wing," Draco growled, his breath hot against Harry's neck as he pushed Harry back against the stone wall, his body pressing flush against Harry's. "I need you."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, his skin prickling with a mixture of confusion and arousal. The intensity of Draco's gaze, the raw need in his voice, sent a surge of heat through Harry's body despite the situation. He knew he should push Draco away, take him to Slughorn or Madam Pomfrey, but the way Draco was looking at him—like he was the only thing Draco wanted—made it impossible to think clearly.

"Draco," Harry muttered, his voice shaky as Draco's hands slid down to grip his hips, pulling him closer. "You're not thinking straight."

"I'm thinking clearer than I ever have," Draco whispered, his voice rough as his lips brushed over Harry's neck, sending a shiver of heat through Harry's body. "I've wanted this—fuck, I've wanted you—for so long."

Harry's breath came in short, ragged bursts as Draco's lips trailed down his neck, his hands sliding under Harry's shirt, fingers brushing over his skin in a way that made Harry's head spin. The Lust Potion must have been incredibly strong—there was no way Draco would be acting like this otherwise. But as much as Harry knew he should stop this, the way Draco was touching him, the way his body responded to Draco's every movement, made it impossible to pull away.

"Draco," Harry gasped, his hands gripping Draco's shoulders as he tried to push him back, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Draco's touch instead. "We shouldn't—"

"I don't care," Draco growled, his lips crashing against Harry's in a heated, desperate kiss that stole the breath from Harry's lungs. The kiss was rough, intense, full of the raw desire that the Lust Potion had unleashed, and despite himself, Harry found himself kissing Draco back, his hands fisting in Draco's shirt as he pulled him closer.

The heat between them was unbearable, the intensity of the moment sending shudders through Harry's body. Draco's hands were everywhere—sliding under Harry's shirt, gripping his waist, pulling him impossibly close as their lips moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm. The potion had taken full control of Draco now, and there was no stopping the inevitable.

"Fuck, Harry," Draco muttered, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he pulled back just enough to look into Harry's eyes, his gaze dark with lust. "I need you—I need you now."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, his skin flushed with a mixture of confusion and arousal. He knew this was wrong, knew they needed to stop before things went too far, but the way Draco was looking at him, the raw need in his eyes, made it impossible to think straight.

Draco's hands slid down to grip Harry's thighs, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall, his body pinning Harry in place as his lips crashed against Harry's again. The intensity of the kiss, the heat radiating between them, made Harry's head spin, and before he knew it, he was wrapping his legs around Draco's waist, pulling him closer.

"Draco—fuck," Harry gasped, his hands sliding into Draco's hair as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them unbearable. "This—this is—"

"I don't care," Draco growled, his voice thick with desperation as his hands slid lower, fumbling with the waistband of Harry's trousers. "I need to fuck you, Harry. I can't wait."

Harry's breath hitched at Draco's words, his entire body trembling with the intensity of the moment. The Lust Potion had taken full control now, and despite the small voice in the back of his mind telling him to stop, Harry couldn't deny the way his body responded to Draco's touch, the way he wanted this just as much as Draco did.

"Then do it," Harry muttered, his voice low and rough as he looked into Draco's eyes, his hands fisting in Draco's shirt. "Fuck me."

Draco's eyes darkened with lust at Harry's words, and without another word, he yanked down Harry's trousers, his fingers sliding through the slick that had already begun to coat Harry's thighs. "You're already so fucking wet," Draco muttered, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself between Harry's legs. "You want this too."

Harry groaned, his head falling back against the wall as Draco pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance, the slick heat of Harry's body welcoming him. "Fuck—yes, Draco—"

With one hard thrust, Draco sank into Harry's body, the intensity of the moment sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Harry cried out, his fingers digging into Draco's shoulders as Draco began to move, each thrust rough and desperate, driven by the overwhelming need the Lust Potion had unleashed.

Draco's breath came in ragged bursts as he buried himself deeper inside Harry, his hips snapping forward with an almost frantic urgency. The heat between them was unbearable, the tension building with every rough thrust, and Harry's body responded to every movement, his legs tightening around Draco's waist as he gasped for breath.

"Fuck—Harry," Draco growled, his voice low and rough as he pressed Harry harder against the wall, his hands gripping Harry's hips with bruising force. "You feel so fucking good."

Harry's head fell back against the cold stone, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Draco's cock stretched him, filling him completely with every thrust. The intensity of it all—the way Draco's body pressed against his, the slick heat between them—was overwhelming, and Harry could feel himself spiraling out of control, his body trembling with pleasure.

"Draco—fuck—don't stop," Harry gasped, his voice barely more than a breathless moan as Draco's hips snapped forward again, hitting that perfect spot inside him that made Harry see stars. His hands fisted in Draco's shirt, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm. "I'm so close."

Draco's eyes darkened with lust at Harry's words, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he thrust harder, faster, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Come for me, Potter," Draco growled, his voice thick with command as he buried himself deeper inside Harry, his cock pulsing with every rough movement. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."

Harry's entire body tensed at Draco's words, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as Draco's cock slammed into him with brutal precision. The heat, the intensity, the raw desperation in Draco's voice—it all came crashing down at once, and with a loud, broken moan, Harry's body jerked, his orgasm hitting him with the force of a tidal wave.

His release spilled between them, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of it as Draco continued to thrust into him, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside Harry over and over again, driving him to the edge of pleasure and beyond. Harry's fingers dug into Draco's shoulders, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Draco wasn't far behind.

The sight of Harry falling apart beneath him, the feel of Harry's tight, slick heat around his cock, sent Draco spiraling toward his own release. With a final, deep thrust, Draco buried himself inside Harry, his cock pulsing as his orgasm ripped through him. He groaned, his breath catching in his throat as he came, filling Harry completely, his body trembling with the force of his release.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Draco's forehead rested against Harry's shoulder, both of them panting, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their frantic, lust-fueled encounter. The air around them was thick with the scent of sex, the sounds of their ragged breaths the only noise in the otherwise quiet corridor.

Draco's arms tightened around Harry's waist as he slowly pulled back, his cock slipping out of Harry with a soft, wet sound. He stumbled slightly, catching himself against the wall as the effects of the Lust Potion slowly began to wear off, leaving him feeling both drained and strangely satisfied.

Harry's legs wobbled beneath him, and Draco quickly reached out, steadying him before helping him lower himself to the floor. They sat together in the quiet of the corridor, their bodies still flushed with the lingering heat of their encounter.

Harry was the first to speak, his voice soft but laced with exhaustion. "You really weren't kidding about the Weasleys."

Draco chuckled, though the sound was rough, his breath still uneven. "Those bloody twins," he muttered, shaking his head as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "I'll kill them for this."

Harry let out a breathless laugh, leaning back against the wall as he looked over at Draco, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "Honestly, I don't think they expected it to go this far."

Draco smirked, his hand sliding up to rest on Harry's thigh as he leaned in closer. "Neither did I," he muttered, his voice low and full of dark amusement. "But you didn't seem to mind."

Harry's face flushed, but there was no denying the truth. Despite the madness of the Lust Potion, despite the intensity of it all, Harry hadn't hated it. In fact, he had wanted it—wanted Draco—and that realization sent a shiver of something deeper, something more intimate, through his body.

Draco's smirk widened as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's lips. "We'll have to make sure they pay for this," Draco muttered against Harry's mouth, his voice full of wicked amusement. "But until then..."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his heart still racing in his chest as Draco's hand slid up his thigh, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin in a way that made Harry's breath catch in his throat.

"Until then," Draco whispered, his voice low and rough with the promise of more, "I think we should see what else we can do... when we're not under the influence."