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“Let me see if I understand this,” Draco started irritably as he stared down the third year Slytherin in front of him, who was shaking in her boots. “You had a crush on a fellow Slytherin, and decided the best course of action was to spell his drink to try and make him want you?”
The third year had the decency to look mortified. She kept her head down, face beet red. “Y-Yes…”
“And you left something like that sitting around where anyone could accidentally drink the enchanted beverage?”
“Yes…”
Draco felt a headache coming on. “And why, exactly, shouldn’t I report this again?”
The girl’s head snapped up and she looked horrified. “Please, please don’t! I’ll be expelled!”
“Yes! As you should!” Draco snapped. “A third year, messing with something like that. Spells like this are used in clubs and…err…special services, you do realize that, don’t you?”
“I’m very sorry!” The girl whimpered.
Draco ran a hand over his face tiredly. He could already feel the potion’s effects starting to stir in his body. “Just…get out of here. Now.”
The girl did not need to be told twice, all but running from the common room.
Draco groaned as his body grew warmer. What was that girl thinking? A damn lust potion of all things. She’s lucky Draco’s the one who ended up drinking the brew my mistake. If it had been someone else, who knows what trouble they’d have gotten themselves into it.
Thankfully, Draco had enough self-control not to do anything stupid. He’d simply stay in his room when he could, go to class like normal, and wait for this to pass.
So the lust potion was a little stronger than Draco thought it would be.
He was three days in and already went through two bottles of lube. If he jacked off anymore he might rip the damn thing off.
Of course, there was an easy way to make the potion’s effects fade, and that would be to actually sleep with someone.
But Draco very much did not want to do that. Frankly he’d already touched himself far more than what he was comfortable with.
Still, he couldn’t go on like this. He was pouring with sweat, he felt like he had a fever, he was constantly turned on (yeah that had been a very embarrassing issue to have in the middle of class), and at this point all Draco could do was groan and roll around in his bed, desperate to get comfortable.
Pansy and Blaise eyed him with slight concern, and also a bit of amusement because they were assholes. “I know you really don’t want to but…” Pansy started.
“D-Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Pans…” Draco muttered, ramming his face in a pillow. His erection was painfully obvious through his pants.
Blaise and Pansy shared a glance. They’d never force Draco, obviously, but still, they couldn’t just leave him to suffer like this. “It’s only going to get worse over the next four days, mate…”
“Would you two just leave!?” Draco snapped heatedly.
So, the two Slytherins left his room, and Pansy spoke up with a huff. “What do we do?”
“I dunno. I mean, I want to tell him to get over it and just shag someone, but I know it’s not that easy for him.” Blaise confessed softly.
Pansy set a hand to her chin in thought. “Aren’t there any other Asexuals in Hogwarts? It might help if he talked to someone.”
“No way, everyone else in Slytherin is horny.” Blaise replied simply.
But then Pansy’s eyes lit up. “So we’ll just have to look outside Slytherin.”
Harry could not believe this was happening.
One minute he’s enjoying his life, everyone’s normal and calm, and the next? Pansy and Blaise are running up to the Gryffindor breakfast table and all but making an announcement.
“Draco’s incredibly horny, please help.”
The way Ron choked on his toast was admittedly pretty funny, but Harry had been so stunned he couldn’t even laugh at it.
Thankfully, Hermione had been with them and had a brain that could work under pressure. “Parkinson, we’re going to need more. What happened?”
And so, Pansy explained to the golden trio how a third year screwed around with a lust potion and accidentally gave it to Draco, which was already horrific in of itself, but then came the issue of what to do about it.
“You’re the only other openly Asexual person in Hogwarts.” Had been their reasoning.
And admittedly Harry and Draco were…sort of friends now. Kind of. Really more just not enemies.
The point is, Harry knew how it felt, and was probably the only person who could offer any sort of comfort to Draco that would actually mean anything.
Still, Harry had to take a deep breath and mentally prepare himself before knocking on Draco’s door.
“Pansy for the last time I’m not shagging someone so just buzz off!”
“Um…it’s me.” Harry announced awkwardly.
He heard something fall, and then a lot of footsteps, and then the door was cracking over, revealing a horrified and rather ill looking Draco. “What are you doing here, Potter?”
“Parkinson kinda…told me what was going on. She thought I might be able to help.”
Draco made a face of pure disgust. “You’re here to try and shag me?”
“NO! No,” Harry quickly shut that trail of thought down. “No, that’s- that’s gross.” He shook his head. “I mean- not because of you specifically, you’re fine, I mean, you’re okay looking, just not- what I mean is-“ Merlin, can he just shut up? “I thought I’d come see how you’re doing, since you’re probably uh…having a hard time.”
Draco stared at him for a moment, taking in his words, panting heavily, face flushed. Then he huffed and left the door open, going over and collapsing on his bed. “I want to die.” He complained into a pillow.
Harry chuckled a little as he stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. “Yeah that…that’s fair.”
“And everyone’s solution is to just get over myself and shag someone! Like- no. I will not be doing that!” Draco ranted.
“Why don’t you go to Madam Pomfrey? Surely she must have something for this.” Harry insisted as he came over and sat down on the foot of the bed.
Draco huffed. “I can’t, because then I’ll have to explain how it happened and then the girl who caused this will get expelled.”
Harry smirked a little. “Wow, look at you caring about someone else.”
That earned him a scoff and eyeroll. “Slytherin look after each other.” He stated simply. “After all, who else will?”
Harry’s eyes softened a little at that. He knew Draco had a point. The school had some rather blatant bias towards Slytherin after…everything. Nobody was gonna care if they were hurt or in crisis. Draco was probably right, that third year would probably get expelled without another thought.
“That’s…pretty mature of you.” Harry noted.
“Surprised I grew up, Potter?” Draco sassed, despite his soft pants. Merlin, his erection was back.
At least Harry at the decency not to stare. “A little, yeah.”
A silence fell over the two for a few moments, and then Harry spoke up again. “For years Ron kept getting on my case because I didn’t want to kiss anyone.”
Draco slowly looked over in surprise at that, eyeing Harry curiously.
At his look, Harry continued. “He can’t seem to understand the concept that I could be in love with someone and not want to touch them.”
“Try being in Slytherin house.” Draco grumbled. “Half the housemates here are fuck buddies.”
Harry had to laugh at that. “For real?”
“Oh yeah, we’re shameless over here.”
“That can’t be pleasant to be around.” Harry made a face, shuttering.
“I don’t exactly hang around here very often for a reason.”
Harry hummed thoughtfully at that. “Well…you can always come hang out at Gryffindor house.”
Draco had to glance at him, eyes narrowed. “Why? Why would you offer me that?”
Harry eyed him for a moment before grabbing a tissue and wiping Draco’s forehead, trying to get rid of some of the sweat. “’Cause I know how uncomfortable it is, to be around that stuff. I know I’d want someone to offer me an escape.”
At that, Draco fell silent. He still wasn’t very used to Harry being…well, nice to him. But it was still a change he could definitely get used to. “Yeah I…I might take you up on that.”
Harry smiled slightly, before glancing away awkwardly. “Well, since you probably can’t leave your room for a while…want me to stick around? We could play chess or something.”
It was a little ridiculous. Only Harry Potter would offer to hang out with Draco while he was stuck in a forced horny state with an erection that wouldn’t go away.
It was stupid, and a bit embarrassing, but most of all…it was comforting.
“Yeah…Yeah, let’s play.”
Maybe Harry couldn’t make the effects of the potion disappear, but at least he could make it a bit more bearable.