hambares (hambares) wrote in santas_lap, @ 2007-12-03 13:32:00 |
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Title: Esurio substancia
Author: hambares
Pairing(s): SS/HP, RL/HP, DM/HP, FF/HP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: overdose of semen?
Summary: see warning
Prompt: #37 - Due to curse or spell-gone-wrong, Harry (or boy of your choice) develops a craving for semen: wants it, needs it, and must have it every day or he'll die -- will suck anyone, anytime.
Author Note: Written for the santas_lap fest. I tried to make this strictly PWP. Something went wrong and a story happened. *mutters about novice writers* Many thanks and hugs to my beta, rakina, for all her wonderful edits and Britpicking. Any mistakes that are remaining are my own.
“Hurry up, Harry! You don’t want to be late to Potions class again. Snape will have your head on a skewer,” Ron shouted as he darted off down the stairs towards the dungeons.
Ron and Harry slid into their seats just before Professor Snape appeared at the door.
“You will be brewing an OWL-level potion today. Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction is as delicate as it is difficult. While I don’t expect that some of you will have the wherewithal to brew this exacting potion, others of you will not only succeed, but will have the satisfaction of being able to donate your efforts to Professor Sprout to help her attempts at stopping the Fanged Geranium invasion of the Flutterby bush beds.” As the professor was speaking, he was simultaneously writing instructions on the board at the front of the classroom.
Harry heard whispers to his left where Malfoy was sitting. Pansy was next to him, smirking; her eyes alight with mischief as she glanced over at Harry. She was conversing with another Slytherin whose name Harry didn’t know.
Motioning to his left, Harry quietly told Ron, “They're plotting something. And I doubt it’s good.”
“Ten to one it’s something to get you in trouble with Snape,” Ron said with conviction.
“Great. That’s one more thing to worry about. As if this potion and Snape breathing down my neck weren’t bad enough,” Harry grumbled as he stood up to retrieve the day’s ingredients.
Ron's and Harry’s potion was in its final stage of brewing when Malfoy walked by their table and muttered, “I’d be careful today in sixth hour.” He sounded oddly concerned.
Ron and Harry gave each other a confused look. Why would Malfoy be warning Harry about anything? Harry shook his head and sneered, “What’s it to you, Malfoy?”
“Just do it, for all our sakes, Scarhead,” Draco hissed. Again Draco’s voice belied the concern in his eyes. This had Harry worried. They were enemies. Malfoy was the son of a Death Eater, for goodness sake; not someone who would be helping Harry.
“Your potion should be finished now. If you have managed an acceptable sample it will be a light chartreuse color.” Snape’s voice sounded over the din of noise in the class. “Bottle a sample and bring it to my desk. You are excused.”
Pansy was ahead of Harry as they left the dungeons. She turned to look over her shoulder and gave him an evil smirk. Harry pretended not to notice her, but couldn’t help wondering if she was who Malfoy was warning him about.
The next two class periods went by quickly. Harry was still bothered by Malfoy’s warning and underlying concern. Maybe Hermione could help.
Harry confided in Hermione at lunch about what had happened in Potions class. He also told her that Draco had been keeping an eye on him all school year. The thought of Draco watching him was oddly comforting. Hermione and Ron were his friends, and were always there for Harry. This was different though, Draco’s attentions felt like a security blanket. But why would Draco have any interest in Harry’s safety? Surely, it must be a figment of Harry’s imagination. An imagination that dreamed of letting someone else watch over and protect him.
“Do you think Draco wants to embarrass you?” Hermione said, breaking through Harry’s thoughts. “I don’t know though. I have seen the way Malfoy has been looking at you all year. It’s almost as if he likes you, in the romantic sense."
“How? When? I … Hermione,” Harry stuttered.
“Sheesh, Harry. Of course I noticed. He has been looking at you like Ginny always has."
“But I …”
“Don’t know what you want,” Hermione said simply. “Granted, Malfoy wouldn’t be an ideal boyfriend ...”
“You're not joking, his Father is out to kill me,” Harry said, cutting her off.
“… but he has changed," she continued, not seeming to notice Harry's outburst. Draco is quieter this year. Maybe something has happened over in Slytherin. We have to get to Care of Magical Creatures,” Hermione said.
Harry and Ron followed after Hermione down to Hagrid’s animal pens. Harry was quiet in class. He surreptitiously watched Draco as he fed his Blast Ended Skrewt. He noticed the boy constantly darting looks between Harry and Pansy. The facts were adding up to Pansy being the one whom Harry should be watching, not Draco.
Sixth hour brought Charms with Professor Flitwick. As the class settled, the Professor told them they would be working in pairs to perfect the Inrideo Nusquam charm. Hermione looked to Ron and then to Harry, seemingly torn. Draco made her choice easy as he all but dashed over to Harry. Hermione smiled, grabbed Ron’s arm and guided him to a set of pillows.
“Now if you remember from the previous class, this charm, if performed correctly will reduce your partner to a laughing mass of humanity, thus the pillows. That should alleviate the need to send anyone to Madam Pomfrey with odd bruises,” Flitwick said. “You may begin.”
“Malfoy, why did you partner with me? Aren’t your snakes good enough?” Harry asked.
“I told you earlier, you need to be careful in sixth hour,” Draco responded.
“I can protect myself,” Harry sneered. “I have done just that all my life, without your help. You’re the one I usually need to protect myself from,” Harry said honestly.
“I know. I deserved that,” Draco said as he looked at his feet. “Things change. People change. You are in danger.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Look, my life isn’t … hasn’t been …” Draco ran his hand through his hair. “You don’t know everything. Please accept my help. I care…"
Whatever Draco was going to say was cut short by a hex that blasted Harry across the room. The last thing Harry remembered hearing before all went dark, was his professor saying, "Ms. Parkinson, that was not the right charm. Oh, dear me."
"Harry. Harry, wake up! Wake up, please"
Harry could hear Hermione calling to him. He forced himself towards consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he noticed two things right away. First, he must have been unconscious for quite a while. It was dark outside of the windows. Secondly, he was hungry. Very hungry.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter," said the voice of Madam Pomfrey. "Now lie still. I need to check you and then you may eat your dinner. I would think after missing dinner, a fifteen year old such as yourself would be quite hungry."
"I am, ma'am. Thank you," Harry said.
The nurse ran her wand over Harry's body. "Other than a slight concussion from hitting the classroom wall there seems to be nothing wrong with you. However, I want you to stay the night so I can make sure that the head injury will cause you no further problems." Turning to Hermione and Ron the nurse said, "You two will return to your tower in fifteen minutes' time."
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," they chorused. The nurse turned to leave, busying herself with the potions stock in the cupboard. Harry sat up and tucked into his dinner.
"Harry, we were so worried about you!" Hermione started.
"Yeah, one minute I saw you and Malfoy talking, and the next, you were flying across the room," Ron explained. "Flitwick saw Pansy hit you with a spell. I didn't hear what it was." Ron sounded crestfallen that he hadn't protected his best friend.
"Ron, don't worry, I'm fine," Harry assured. "You didn't know what Pansy was going to do. Hell, we didn't even know if it would be Pansy. You heard Malfoy. He just said to be careful," Harry said.
"Oh, boys!" Hermione sighed. "Ron, if it has you so worried, Harry can make it up to you later. Maybe a sound whomping in wizard chess? None of us knew what was going to happen."
Ron looked at Harry and said, "What were you and Malfoy talking about? He rushed over to partner with you very quickly."
"I really don't know what he wanted," Harry said. "I think he said something about people changing. It sounded like an apology." Harry thought for a moment and continued, "He sounded sincere."
"Maybe you should talk to him again, Harry," Hermione prodded. "He hasn't interacted with his House much at all this year. Talk to him," she repeated.
"Yeah, maybe I will," Harry nodded as he continued eating. Something wasn't right about his food. Normally, he would be full by now. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was craving a whole different taste. What, he didn't know. He was pulled from his thoughts hearing Ron's voice raise.
"Next you will be friends with Snape! Harry, this is Malfoy. Your enemy since day one," Ron shouted.
"Ron," Hermione soothed. "Harry can choose who he wants to talk to. Who he wants to be with …"
"Be with?" Ron questioned. "Next you will be saying Harry should be dating Malfoy! Snape even!"
Hermione clucked, "Now you're just being silly, Ronald. Harry can't date Professor Snape. It isn't allowed when the student isn't of age."
"Malfoy?"
Harry put down his fork. He'd had enough of this and it didn't help that his dinner wasn't satisfying him. He couldn't believe that he was still feeling hungry; starving, actually. "Ron, I am not dating anyone, boy or girl. When do I have the time? Besides, so what if it is Malfoy," came the determined response. "Who I date is my business and mine alone!"
Hearing Harry raise his voice caused Madam Pomfrey to come over and shuttle Hermione and Ron out of the infirmary and back to Gryffindor Tower. Turning back around she said, "Now it is time for you to get some rest, young man."
"I'm still hungry, ma'am," Harry responded.
"Teenagers! Could eat a full cow," the nurse said as she called for a house elf to bring Harry another plate. "After this, it's straight to bed."
Harry took two bites into his second tray of food, but it wasn't satisfying him. He pushed the food to the side. He was still hungry. Food wasn't helping. Maybe it was something to do with the spell that hit him.
"Madam Pomfrey? What spell did Pansy use?"
"I do not know. Professor Dumbledore will be by in the morning to speak with you. Since you appear to be finished, I'll say good night, Mr. Potter." With that the nurse bustled out of the infirmary, leaving Harry to try to get some sleep.
The headmaster was waiting by Harry's bed when he awoke. "Ahh, Harry, good morning," Dumbledore began. Harry noticed that Snape was standing beside the Headmaster looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here.
"Mr. Potter, so good of you to wake." Snape spoke tersely.
"Severus. A young man must have sleep. Now, I believe Harry needs to know what happened." Snape snorted at that.
"Excuse me, professors, but what spell did Pansy hit me with?" Harry noticed he was feeling shaky this morning. His body would tremble at odd moments.
Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry. "Professor Flitwick said that Esurio substancia was used by Ms. Parkinson. Have you ever heard of it?"
"No sir, I haven't," Harry responded.
"Esurio Substancia is an old spell. It means 'to hunger for essence'. It was designed by mediwizards to encourage their patients to eat."
"That explains why I am so hungry." Harry stopped for a moment. His face showed confusion as he asked, "But why is food not satisfying me then? I ate more than I ever have last night -a whole plate of shepherd's pie with dessert -and I was still hungry. Somehow though, it just didn't seem right. It wasn't what I was hungry for. Why is that?"
Dumbledore dropped into the chair beside Harry's bed. He seemed not to know where to begin. "Ms. Parkinson added a twist to the spell. Where she learned this variation and who created it, I can only guess."
"Voldemort," Harry muttered.
"Most likely, yes. She added ex quem to the spell. Now the spell translates 'to hunger the essence of man'.
Harry had nothing to say to that. What was the essence of man anyway?
"Seed, male sperm, you dolt!" Snape snapped at his bemused look. "Your body will require you to ingest male ejaculate. It will crave it, fresh and hot."
"Oh," was all Harry could think to say. Crawling under the bed sounded like a good plan right now. Where would he be able to get a supply of ejaculate? Of all the curses to be hit with! "Why that curse?" It wasn't until Dumbledore answered that Harry realized he had spoken the last part out loud.
"Good question, Harry. I believe Voldemort has hopes that you will refuse to follow the curse's wishes, thereby weakening you until you are either an invalid or dead."
"Isn't there a spell to counteract the one Pansy used?" Harry couldn't think of a more embarrassing subject to talk about with two of his professors. At least McGonagall wasn't here. Thank goodness for small mercies.
"While you were sleeping we performed the counter spell to the one the mediwizards use. But as you said earlier, you are still hungry so I can only assume that it did not work with this version of the spell." Harry groaned at that. "Never fear, we will keep researching. Professor Flitwick is in the restricted section of the library as we speak. Your friend Miss Granger may be of assistance to him. Her research skills are top of your class."
Harry was starting to break out in a cold sweat. His hunger had come back tenfold with all the talk of sperm. His body was signaling that was what he wanted. He noticed his hands starting to shake uncontrollably now. Quickly, he hid them under the bed sheets. What was he going to do? His body needed sperm until a reversal spell could be found. He had never given much thought to dating. He was fifteen. He had shared a sloppy, wet kiss with Cho, but they'd never gone any farther. Dating a boy was something Harry had wondered about; most recently when Hermione and he had talked about Draco at lunch yesterday. Could he like a boy that way? Harry hadn't even considered what males did together. Putting his mouth there -was that even done? His body was screaming yes, while his mind was telling him no.
Snape had noticed the tremors in Harry's hands and watched him try to hide them under his bed sheets. He also noticed Harry's confusion at what this spell meant for him. The boy was as easy to read as an open book. Severus hoped the boy wasn't going fight the desires of the curse. The Wizarding world couldn't afford to lose Harry. Snape couldn't afford to lose Harry; Harry could end his dual servitude. No, Harry would have to do what the curse demanded and suck cock.
"I have made sure Professor McGonagall, as your Head of House, knows the situation you face," Dumbledore began.
Harry sank down into his sheets. What could possibly be worse than McGonagall knowing what he had to do?
"And all of the male staff members have been directed to provide assistance when needed."
Oh god, it just got worse. Dumbledore continued, "Male students from fifth year and up will also be called to a special meeting after classes tonight. Rest assured, I believe everyone who can will be more than willing to help you, Harry."
Of course they'd be lining up and willing to help, Harry thought to himself. The Savior of the Wizarding World down on his knees, begging to suck their cock. What's not to like? Death seemed like a mighty nice option right now. Yet something was niggling in the back of his mind. Some latent part of Harry was standing up and cheering at the thought of drinking down all the seed he could get. That part of him was growing ever larger. What a time for a sexual awakening!
Harry's tremors were becoming more obvious. His whole body was starting to shake uncontrollably. He noticed that he was not looking at Dumbledore's face as he spoke, but staring at his cock. He caught himself licking his lips. If he could just get a taste …
"Sirs, I think you need to leave now. Please?" His mind tried to take control once again.
"Nonsense, my dear boy. I have to meet with Professor Flitwick about our next course of action. I will leave Severus here to fill you in on the details of our plan for providing you with donors." With that, the Headmaster strolled out of the infirmary, his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Damn, Albus," Snape said under his breath. Harry didn't hear his professor though. His eyes were now riveted to Snape's crotch. A feral smile was the only warning Snape received before Harry jumped out of his bed and started in on his Professor's robes and trousers.
"To many buttons on your robe and trousers," Harry muttered from his kneeling position in front of Snape.
To Snape's horror he found himself hardening even as he cursed Albus for leaving him with an unstable Potter. There was nothing for it. He pushed Potter's hands away and quickly divested himself of his trousers and underpants.
Harry's mouth watered at the sight that now met him. A glorious cock, on Snape of all people! It was long, it was thick, and the foreskin was just letting the mushroom head to peek out. Harry gave an experimental lick. It was good. Salty, with a pungent smell; it was the perfect compliment to his professor's personality. Snape's cock twitched as Harry continued to stare. He'd never been this close to another man's cock before. It was fascinating to see how the balls hung down heavily from the base of the shaft, a mouthwatering sight.
"Potter," Snape warned. "You need this. I will not stop you, but if you don’t start sucking, I will put my penis to better uses inside you." Severus knew he was at the edge of his control. Having Potter, no, Harry -this was far to intimate to be confusing the father with the son -on his knees in front of him was just to much to ask. Harry was young. Snape preferred his men graduated, but with luck and a little Gryffindor enthusiasm, he knew he was in for a ride.
"I don’t know what to do, Sir."
"Merlin, give me patience! Go with your instinct, Harry. Let the spell lead you."
With that, Harry dove in. He kissed and sucked on the red head of Snape's cock. As he became accustomed to the sensation of having it in his mouth, Harry tried to take in more of the length. Every so often Harry would pull back and dip his tongue into the slit, retrieving what little there was on offer currently. But that little bit encouraged him to continue. Harry knew from his own experience of wanking that there was a bigger treat at the end. His needs were driving him onward.
Snape's control was in shreds. Damn, the boy was good. How had Harry discovered that he loved having someone toy with his slit? Maybe he could work this donor thing to his advantage. "I might need to brew a stamina potion." The thought was ripped from Severus as Harry swallowed as much of the cock as he could and applied heavy, sucking pressure. Severus' hips jerked forward.
Harry was humming in pleasure as his hunger was starting to feel more in control. He knew Snape was close. The cock in his mouth swelled further. He was so close. Suddenly a burst of seed hit the back of Harry's mouth. He swallowed as more followed the initial offering. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this should not be as satisfying as it was, but after ingesting all Snape had to offer, Harry felt like himself again. He really was cursed, he really did need semen to satisfy the curse, and he really did like sucking cock.
Wait! Where did that thought come from? There was nothing for it though. It was true. Sucking on Snape's prick was wonderful. It stopped the craving and the feel of a man's hard flesh on his tongue was something he hadn't been aware that he was missing. Was this a curse or a blessing? I may have to thank Pansy after this is all over.
Professor Snape was attempting to regain his composure after being sucked off by the son of his enemy. And a damn good blowjob it was, Severus, his mind helpfully supplied.
Harry was sitting back on his heels licking the last traces of cum from the corners of his mouth. He noticed his own cock had taken an interest in the activities. Time to make his exit and deal with that problem before his professor noticed.
"Thank you, sir," Harry said, eyes downcast. "I know it was probably not what you would have wanted. You are too honorable to have wanted your enemy's fifteen-year-old son doing anything that intimate with you. I'm sorry to have made you debase yourself to satisfy this curse. But thank you all the same." Now that the curse was temporarily satisfied, Harry was sorry that he had put Snape through the experience of having his most hated student use him sexually.
"Harry." The voice was soft, causing Harry to look directly into his professor's eyes. "Harry, you don't need to be sorry. It could not be helped. We will find a cure. Debase? I didn't know you knew words that had nothing to do with Quidditch," Snape said with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Maybe there is hope for you yet. Please don't hesitate to come to me again if the curse needs satisfying."
His unnaturally kind words were unexpected and gave Harry a new respect for his once-hated professor. He launched himself at Snape, hugging him fiercely. "I see you have developed your own hard problem," Snape said. Harry had hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Yes, sir," Harry responded, eyes downcast and face blushing. "I'm sorry you had to see that, sir. I'll just go to the bathroom and take care of it."
"It is to be expected, Harry," Severus said as he raised Harry's chin so they could look into each other's eyes. "The headmaster did say that we should accommodate your needs until such a time that we can reverse the curse affecting you. Merlin knows, I'll be sure to head directly to Hell for this, but who am I to refuse an order from the headmaster?"
Quickly, Severus divested Harry of his hospital robes. He gazed approvingly at Harry's toned, lithe body. Harry may be 15 years old, but his body, to Severus' delight and moral proclivity, had matured far more than others of his age. Harry's cock was beautifully in proportion to his body. Light pink nipples that begged to be sucked on took his notice next. Where to start? he thought.
Harry decided he liked the way his professor was looking at him. He'd never been desired before. To the Dursleys, he was a servant, barely above notice. With Cho, they had never even reached the desire stage. Harry was more like a personal tissue for her to wipe her nose on. Ginny desired him, but it was desire for the Boy Who Lived, not Harry. The way Snape was looking at him was totally different. It was almost hungry.
Severus pushed Harry back onto his bed, covering the young body with his own. He claimed Harry's mouth, demanding entrance. When breath became a necessity, he began working his way down Harry's body, stopping at the juncture of his neck and suckling. Harry's nipples were next on the menu. Each was nibbled and sucked in turn until Harry was writhing in need, only able to voice the basest of his needs.
"Oh, please, sir. I need …"
Severus smiled wickedly and then swallowed the boy's straining cock. Harry was so close. Severus took pity on him and sucked hard. Harry came with a shout, his body convulsing, hips thrusting upwards. Severus had to pull off a bit so he could swallow all Harry had to offer and not get choked as Harry bucked.
As Harry came down from the pleasure of the only blowjob and sexual experience he had ever had, he watched as his professor pulled the bed sheets up and tucked him in.
"Rest now, Harry. Remember we are here to help you. I am here to help you." With that, Severus strode out of the infirmary.
Harry settled back in his bed, eyes drifting shut. What with finding out about the curse and what would be required of him to satisfy it, not to mention giving and receiving a blowjob, Harry's day had been exhausting; and it was still only morning!
Harry awoke to Madam Pomfrey casting diagnostic spells over him.
"Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Potter. Your head has healed quite nicely and should cause you no lasting trouble. The spell you were hit with, of course, is still affecting you and you will still need to satisfy it. The headmaster has informed all the male staff and also gathered a list of all willing fifth through seventh years. You may go to them whenever you need to fulfill the curse's requirements. Do not let the curse get out of control," she cautioned. "You are free to go. I believe dinner is being served in the Great Hall at the moment."
Not wanting to stay in the Infirmary any longer then he had to, Harry dressed and headed to the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron were already seated. Hermione was dishing herself and Ron some shepherd's pie and potatoes.
"Harry!" Hermione said. "Professor Lupin said you would be getting out tonight. Here, have some dinner," she continued as she passed the serving dishes to Harry.
"Remus is here?" Harry questioned.
"Mmmhum, 'e 'alked oo 'im earyer," Ron mumbled.
"Ronald, don't talk with your mouth full," Hermione admonished. "Professor Lupin arrived this afternoon. Dumbledore sent for him. He said he would be helping you and could do with a stay at the castle anyway."
Harry swallowed hard. "So you know what the curse Pansy hit me with does to me?"
Ron leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear, "No, only the fifth year boys and up know, and we have been bound to secrecy. Those that didn't volunteer to be on the list were Obliviated by Snape."
"What does he need to help you with, Harry? Training? What was the curse Pansy cast?" Hermione saw a mystery and would grab onto it with both hands. She would be relentless. "Can I help you too, Harry?"
"NO!" Harry and Ron spluttered at the same time, spraying food and pumpkin juice all over the table. "I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said after getting himself under control. She was only trying to help as a concerned friend.
Harry was starting to get that odd feeling in his stomach again. He was staring at the mashed potatoes and thinking they were too thick. Not creamy enough. He looked at the head table and saw Remus. There must have been something about the look in Harry's eyes because Remus immediately excused himself and headed for the Gryffindor table.
"Harry! Good to see you," Remus greeted. "Let's go for a walk and catch up, shall we?"
Harry glanced at Remus' face, not really listening to what was being said. The ache was back in full force. He moved closer to his ex-professor as they walked, his hand sliding over to touch the front of Remus' robes. He knew he should be feeling embarrassed about wanting to suck his parents' friend's cock, but the hunger was driving his need.
"Harry," Remus whispered. "Just a little farther and we will be able to see to your needs."
Harry's hand was now trying to work its way into Remus' robe and open the zipper to his jeans. Remus was horrified to find his body reacting to the stimulus. This was his best friend's son! When Dumbledore had summoned him to the castle, he'd had no idea what was wrong with Harry. Once he was given the explanation of the curse and what was going to be asked of him and the other male staff members and students, Remus wasn't sure if he would be able to help. Unfortunately, that didn't appear to be a problem.
Somewhat breathlessly, Remus said, "Here we are, Harry. This bathroom is never used. Moaning Myrtle's …"
"Don't care whose bathroom this is, Professor."
"Remus, please. Call me Remus."
"Remus," Harry parroted as he made short work of the older man's robe and jeans. "I'm sorry, sir. I … I need this." With that, Harry opened his mouth as wide as he could and took in as much of Remus' thick cock as possible.
Remus was thicker than Snape. His length was shorter though, giving Harry the ability to get the whole glorious piece in his mouth. Remus tasted different as well, more gamey than Snape. Maybe it's the werewolf in him, Harry thought. Who knew the taste of semen would vary by the person?
Harry licked and slurped, alternating sucking the whole cock into his mouth and toying with Remus' slit. For his part, Remus was making little growling noises in the back of his throat. Spurred on by the sounds, Harry released Remus' hard flesh, and used his tongue to taste the large testicles dangling in front of him. This immediately caused them to tighten. Harry knew his prize was coming soon. He deep throated Remus' cock again and swallowed.
"Harry!" Remus shouted. "Oh Merlin, yes!"
Harry swallowed spurt after creamy spurt. He felt the curse calm again. Licking his lips, he glanced shyly up at the stunned man he just sucked off.
"Thank you, Remus," Harry said honestly. "I hope you will forgive me. It's the curse. It gives me this undeniable hunger for …"
"Not to worry, Harry. I am amazed that I was able to get it up. You're the son of my oldest friend; it didn't seem right. What are you, an incubus? Damn, that felt good! Tonks has some learning to do." Remus tucked himself back into his pants and put on his robe again.
"The curse causes me to hunger for essence, semen. It seems to hit with the force of the Hogwarts Express. I get twitchy and my stomach hurts. I'm sorry if I've offended you," Harry replied. "I hope Professor Flitwick will find the counter curse soon. It is really embarrassing having to throw myself at people I respect and force them to let me give them a blowjob." Harry hesitated, and then added softly, "Remus? Would you think me a freak if I told you that I'm enjoying this? Not the forcing people to let me give them a blowjob part, but enjoying being with men. I know the curse is making me need to be with men, but I haven't felt as uncomfortable as I would have thought. Before this, I'd only kissed Cho. I've never done anything else with anyone. But all of the kisses I shared with her never once caused me to get hard. With you and with Snape, I'm so hard it hurts."
Remus was too stunned to say anything. He could hear the self doubt creeping up in Harry's tone of voice. The poor boy was searching for understanding. So much had already been asked of him in his short life. The Dursleys were hardly an ideal replacement family for the one Harry had lost. Harry had no one he could confide in with anything as personal as questions about his sexuality. Remus knew he had to be the one to help. Maybe this would ease the guilt he felt about not being there to save James and Lily.
"Harry," Remus began, as he sat down next to Harry on the floor of Myrtle's bathroom. "I would never judge you on who you find comfort with. Your parents would have been so proud of you and what you have accomplished. They would not have cared one whit if you found love with a boy or a girl. Only that you were happy." Remus continued, "Tonks and I have a wonderful relationship. I hope you find that with someone in the future, and you will have a future after this whole war is over. You don’t know how happy you made me by confiding your worries in me."
"You're the closest thing to a father figure I have. After Sirius' death, I guess my mind made you my new godfather."
"Thank you, Harry," the newly minted godfather to Harry Potter said honestly. "I will always be here for you. However, in that vein as a father figure, I will now leave you to take care of that erection by yourself." Remus squeezed Harry's shoulder and quickly walked out of the bathroom.
Harry laughed. He felt lighter than he had in a long while. He had a family again; and his family understood Harry's needs and choices.
"Happy, Harry?" Myrtle said from the toilet stall.
"Yes, Myrtle. I am very happy," Harry replied as the ghost giggled. She was staring at Harry's crotch. "Myrtle! Please, I need to take care of this, in private!"
"Spoilsport," Myrtle said before diving back into the toilet and down the pipes.
A noise from the bathroom doorway distracted Harry from his task of pulling his stiff cock out of his pants. He was so hard it hurt. Looking up, he saw a tuft of white-blond hair peeking from behind the open door.
"Who's there?" questioned Harry. "Draco?"
"Po- Harry, can I come in?"
"Into the girl's bathroom?"
"You're in there," replied Draco. "I want to talk to you."
"It's sort of a bad time. Can we talk later?" Harry was frantic. He needed to take care of this hard-on. It really hurt.
"I promise, I will be quick," Draco said as he came into the bathroom fully. "I wanted to … OH … wow! I mean, I'm sorry. I should go." Draco turned to leave.
Harry didn't know what possessed him; he'd blame it on the curse if he was called on it though. His erection should have wilted when Draco walked in the door. Oddly, Harry felt himself grow harder when Draco stared at his turgid flesh. "Wait, Malfoy." Draco kept walking. "Draco," Harry tried again, "please, you can stay. What did you need?" Harry felt odd asking Draco what he needed when it was so obvious what Harry needed.
"I think my reason for finding you can wait. You have more urgent needs," Draco responded staring once again at Harry's prick. "I … I can help you with that."
"Um, really, it will be fine. It will go down. This is really embarrassing," Harry rambled.
Draco took pity on the poor boy and closed the distance between them. Gently, he put his hand over Harry's and began stroking back and forth. Pre-come on the purple head eased their ministrations.
"Harry," Draco said resolutely looking into Harry's eyes, "I know this will sound strange. But I realised, and it has taken me all summer and autumn to come to terms with this, that I fancy you. I don't know if you could ever return my feelings, but I wanted you to know."
Draco's grip was firm on Harry's hand. Harry just let himself be guided by Draco's movements up and down his cock, stroking at a frustratingly unhurried pace. He was slowly turning into a puddle of goo. It felt so good to have someone else's hand doing the work.
Draco didn't seem to notice Harry's dilemma. He was once again staring at Harry's engorged flesh. His gaze was almost reverent.
"Harry, I care for you. I want to be on your side, the winning side, of this war. The Dark Lord be damned! He will lose. You're better than him." Draco added a twist to the up pull on Harry's dick, causing Harry to moan out loud.
Draco's voice held a determination that surprised Harry. But what really got his attention was the new twisting maneuver Draco was employing. The part of Harry's brain that was still functioning thought that maybe Draco had a career ahead of him as a motivational speaker - or maybe as Minister of Magic. Harry knew that he would vote for him.
Draco's pace increased. Harry was reduced to moaning incoherently as he submitted to the wonderful feeling of another's hand.
"Oh, yes! Gods! Harder! DRACOOOOO!" Harry couldn't help the last bit. He sincerely meant it. Draco's pace and grip were perfect. The high from his orgasm was every bit as intense as the one he had experienced with Snape. Two days ago, the thought of doing anything except wanking in private would have made Harry nervous. Now, he'd had two extremely pleasurable orgasms and given two blowjobs. How much stranger could this get?
"Thank you, Harry," Draco said bringing Harry out of his thoughts. "You are more responsive then my fantasies would have dared dream."
Draco looked at his sperm-coated hand and turned to the sink. Harry's stomach gave a twitch and all of a sudden that intense craving feeling was back. Harry snatched Draco's hand and started licking it clean. But the cum did nothing to satisfy the craving. In fact, if anything swallowing his own ejacualte was making the craving intensify. Harry clutched his stomach and moaned pitifully.
Draco noticed Harry's face screw up in pain. "Harry, what is it? What's the matter?"
"It's the curse," Harry panted. "It doesn't seem to like that I ingested my own semen. Oh gods. Help me, Draco"
"What can I do? Do you want Pomfrey?" Draco was nearly panicking; it was obvious that Harry was in a great deal of pain.
"Please, let me suck on your cock," Harry begged. "It might help. No Pomfrey."
Draco readily complied. He'd wanted this for a long time now. It certainly wasn't the romantic setting he'd imagined, but this wasn't about Draco right now. Harry was in serious danger, if Dumbledore was to be believed. Harry could die.
Faster than Draco thought possible Harry was suckling on his prick, bringing it to full hardness. Harry didn't even take time to examine Draco's member or give it a perfunctory pull. He latched right on like a newborn to a teat. Harry was sucking hard too. It felt like Harry was going to suck him inside out. His cheeks were hollowed out. Was Harry even breathing? Draco could feel the tingling sensation in his balls signaling his orgasm approaching. Harry must have felt something too because he was moaning in pleasure now, not pain. Draco shouted as his seed erupted down Harry's throat. It seemed to go on forever, but not a drop escaped his lover's mouth.
Finally, Harry pulled off the sensitized flesh and got his first look at Draco's cock. It was as perfect as Draco was beautiful. What should have been light colored skin was reddened by Harry's intense sucking. The prick was long and narrow with a well formed, mushroom head. As the spent penis shrank it bobbed and twitched. And Draco's taste, it was heaven; sweet and bitter flavours mixed pleasantly together.
"Thank you, Draco. May I call you Draco? Malfoy doesn't seem right any more."
"Draco is perfect then. I like that," Draco responded, smiling.
Harry thought he saw hope in Draco's grey eyes. It was a beautiful sight. Harry didn't quite understand his feelings yet. He didn't know if the curse was influencing how he felt about men, but it was worth exploring. And if Draco's words were to be believed, maybe Draco wanted to join Harry in the fight to defeat Voldemort. Maybe there would be a future for them, and maybe Harry would find a partner to love. He really should send chocolates to Pansy.
After Draco and Harry made themselves presentable, they each headed back to their respective dormitories. Luckily, Harry found Hermione and Ron alone in the common room. He seriously needed to talk to them.
"Hey, Harry," Ron spoke first. "Where have you been? It's almost curfew."
"Um, hi guys," Harry flushed. "I've been taking care of a few things. I need to talk to both of you."
"Sure, Harry," Ron responded. "We're best mates. Talk away."
"Well, Hermione and I were talking at lunch yesterday. I think you may be right, Hermione," Harry finished abruptly.
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron questioned. "You aren't making sense."
Hermione only smiled. "Oh, Harry. I'm glad you realized it. What confirmed it for you?"
"Draco," Harry said.
"Draco? What does that git have to do with this?" Ron scratched his head looking alternately at Hermione and Harry. "Do you need me to teach him a lesson the Muggle way?"
"No, Ron," Harry said shaking his head. "I mean, well, what I'm trying to say is …"
"Ronald, Harry is gay," Hermione supplied.
"And you just realized this?" Ron quipped. "Harry, I've known that since you stayed with us after we rescued you from those relatives of yours after third year. You couldn't take your eyes off Bill. You called him 'cool.' But more than that, you moaned his name while you were asleep."
Harry was stunned. Was he really that clueless?
"C'mon, mate. You never made a move on Ginny. She tried everything to get you to respond. Finally, she gave up; told me that it was nice to have another brother," Ron finished.
"You're not mad at me?" Harry asked. Surely, this day would go down in the history books as the oddest ever lived.
"About you being gay? No way. Whatever makes you happy, mate." A sly grin came over Ron's face. "Besides that gives me a chance to win Hermione's hand with no competition from my best friend. Why on Merlin's green earth do you have to fancy Malfoy though?"
"Because Draco has changed; he told me he wants to be on the winning side and that I would beat Voldemort," Harry replied. "I realized that I care for him. But what I don't know is how the Pansy's curse plays into my feelings."
"What was the name of the curse?" Hermione asked.
"Esurio Substancia," Harry replied, not adding the ex quem.
"To hunger for essence," Hermione correctly translated. "That explains why you have been so hungry. But why are you concerned that the curse is affecting how you feel for Draco?"
"Esurio substancia is not the whole curse. She added the words 'ex quem'," Harry admitted.
"To hunger for the essence of man. Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry. No wonder this has you worried." Hermione threw her arms around Harry, hugging him tight. "Let me go to the library and research this," she said picking up her book bag.
"Hermione, it's just about curfew."
"That's alright. I'm a prefect and I have a pass from the headmaster to research at whatever time I need to," Hermione responded matter-of-factly.
"Dumbledore," Harry exclaimed putting two and two together and getting a sneaky headmaster as the result. "He knew you would find out." Harry flushed bright red at the thought of Hermione knowing his problem.
"It's going to be fine, Harry. Besides, I think two guys would be so hot to watch," Hermione fired off quickly as she ran out the portrait hole, leaving both Harry and Ron spluttering.
The next morning, Harry and Ron found Hermione in the Great Hall with a bleary eyed countenance but a satisfied smile.
"It took the whole night, but I found loads of information on the curse. I had to cross reference about a hundred and fifty books. Each had a tidbit which led me to the next book, and …"
"Hermione! What did you find out?" Harry pleaded.
"Well, for starters, the curse can't possibly be affecting your feelings. Those are your own. The curse only makes you crave semen for sustenance. Whom you choose to satisfy those urges with is up to you. It could be many men or it could be just one or two. You are a bit like an incubus, except that you need to have male sperm instead of energy. Depending on how often the curse needs to be fulfilled, one lover may suffice. Quite possibly though, you will need two lovers if the headmaster is unable to find a counter spell quickly. Although I am sure Professor Dumbledore will be able to break your curse," Hermione added quickly after seeing Harry's face sadden.
"Don't worry, mate. We will be with you all the way. There is a reason that Dumbledore is one of the greatest wizards to ever live. You'll be cured before you know it," Ron added helpfully.
"I hope both of you are right. When a craving hits I need someone right away. It happened yesterday with Draco, and Remus, and Snape. The pain is excruciating." Ron's jaw dropped and he looked too stunned to say anything. Harry turned to Hermione. "Thank you for all your research. Can you come with me to Flitwick's office and tell him what you found out. He is supposed to be researching this curse. You can compare notes and …"
"Of course, Harry," Hermione cut in. "Let's go."
"Malfoy, Remus, and Snape? Harry, how often does a craving hit?" Ron asked finally. "Better you than me, mate," he added.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just knocked on Flitwick's door when Harry doubled over in pain.
Hermione hastily opened the door while Ron half dragged, half carried his best friend into the small office.
"Professor, help! Harry is hurt."
"Not hurt, 'Mione. Need …" Harry gasped out. "Ron, need you. Please." A thud was all that Harry heard though.
"Oh, no," Hermione said. "Ron fainted."
The ache in Harry's stomach was unbearable. "Get Draco or Snape." Harry doubled over again, breathing heavily. It had been at least ten hours since his last craving. I guess that answers Ron's question, thought Harry. Hermione ran out the door.
"Harry, let me help you," Flitwick said as he opened his robe and stood next to Harry.
Harry was in too much pain to refuse. He looked at his professor's little prick. It was short and fat and definitely not long. Just like Flitwick.
Harry tried to uncurl himself so he could get at Flitwick's cock. The little purple head was not at the right level though.
"Professor … can't reach," Harry panted.
Professor Flitwick realized the problem and Accio'd a small chair for him to sit on. Once seated on the chair, Harry only had to angle his head up slightly to be able to latch onto the tiny prick.
"Oh my," the professor exclaimed. "This is different."
Harry, for his part, was too occupied with trying to suckle the tiny head, trying to get any essence he could to make his stomach stop hurting. He couldn't use his hands, there was not enough to grab while his mouth was attached, so he tried a different approach. He would suck and then relax, using his tongue to swirl around the base.
"Oh goodness," Flitwick exclaimed again. A few moments later, Harry's latest donor was shooting his seed down Harry's throat.
While Flitwick was still dazed from his orgasm, Harry tucked his professor back into his robes. As he finished, Draco and Professor Snape came skidding into the office. Both had worried expressions on their faces that quickly morphed into curious horror.
Professor Flitwick hadn't noticed his fellow professor enter. "Harry, that was unexpectedly pleasurable."
"Um, thank you, sir," Harry said as he turned a fetching shade of pink.
"Harry, are you alright?" Draco asked.
Snape came over to Harry. In a move that could only be described as tender, he lifted Harry up into his arms. He sat down on a regularly sized chair and held Harry close. Draco moved to stand next to the two, carding his fingers through Harry's hair.
Hermione and Dumbledore entered the room next. Hermione went to Ron and muttered Rennervate.
"Hermione," Ron started, "I had the weirdest dream. Harry needed me to …"
"And you couldn't help him," Hermione finished. "Ron you fainted right when Harry needed you. How could you?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.
Ron turned to Harry. "Harry, I'm sorry. I couldn't … I thought I could when and if the time came … but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I'm so sorry." Harry's best friend hung his head.
"It's alright, Ron. I'm fine now," Harry answered.
"Excellent, excellent," said Dumbledore as he clapped his hands together. "I see my donor system is working well. Filius, are you back with us?"
"Yes, Albus, your system is working well," the Charms Professor responded somewhat dazedly. "I daresay it has been much too long."
Harry blushed again. He'd wondered earlier how strange things would become. He had his answer now. Never in Harry's life would he ever have imagined that he would give blowjobs to three professors and an enemy, although Draco really wasn't really an enemy any more.
Remembering the reason they were coming down here in the first place, Hermione gave the Headmaster and her professors a summary of her findings. Her report managed to bring Professor Flitwick back into the present. He added that his own findings had shown that a counter spell was not available at the current time. The only known spell had already been tried.
Harry's head dropped onto Snape's shoulder as he fought back tears. He couldn't ask his friends and professors to keep allowing him to molest them whenever the need arose. It just wouldn't be fair to them.
Severus, sensing Harry darkening mood, held the boy tighter. Draco dropped to his knees beside Harry and whispered, "Don't worry. We will be there for you, anytime, anywhere." Draco gave his Head of House a quick glance and saw confirmation in his eyes. Harry was having none of it though and squirmed to be released so he could just get away from everyone, but Severus held tight.
"Is there any hope?" Dumbledore asked, looking from his Charms Professor to Hermione. The twinkle of satisfaction that he had in his eyes from knowing Harry's help system was working was fading rapidly.
"I believe that given time the curse will lose its intensity," Flitwick assured. "It was cast by a relatively weak student whose Charms work has never been up to par. I think even if a counter spell is never found there is every chance that Mr. Potter's affliction will fade away in one to two years. He should also find that the severity of the need for semen will soon begin to lessen as well," Flitwick finished.
"One to two years!" Harry yelled. "I can't ask for all of you to be available to help me for that long. It's not fair to you."
I believe I might have a solution to that, Headmaster," Hermione said. All eyes turned to Hermione as Dumbledore motioned that she should continue. "My research showed that Harry should be able to have one or two donors that would be available to him at any time. Two would be preferable because, well," she blushed, "it might be difficult to be ready at a moment's notice and two men would stand a better chance at one being ready to go at any time," she finished hurriedly.
The twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eye. He looked to where Harry was being held in a tight embrace by his Potions master. "Yes, Ms. Granger. I do believe you are correct and I have the perfect candidates in mind."
Severus felt the last of his tightly held morals shatter at this pronouncement.
"Severus, Mr. Malfoy, you will be Mr. Potter's donors until such time as he is cured. You will of course need to share quarters so you will be available to Harry at any hour. Severus, I do believe that you will find your rooms will have already begun to form themselves into an acceptable arrangement for the three of you. Mr. Malfoy, I will be changing your class schedule so you will be with Harry at all times during the day."
Severus began to protest, but Dumbledore held up his hand to forestall the complaint. "I know this is highly irregular, Severus, but school rules permit acquiescence to a student's needs. The student must always come first. Although in this case, I daresay that the student may find he comes second," he said smiling unrepentantly.
The headmaster looked around the room, "Are there any questions?"
Ron looked relieved, Hermione looked happy, and Flitwick, oddly enough, looked disappointed.
Draco spoke first. "Sir, what will happen when the curse is gone from Harry's body?"
"That, Mr. Malfoy, will be up to the three of you," Dumbledore said cryptically. "You will both have reached your majority by that point. School rules do not prohibit students over the age of seventeen from having a consenting relationship with a professor. And if the curse does not break until after you and Mr. Potter have left school, so much the better!" With that, the headmaster turned and exited the classroom.
"Mr. Potter," Snape started.
"Harry, please call me Harry."
"Harry, Draco, why don't we retire to my… our rooms and discuss this. It would be better done in private." Snape guided Harry to a standing position and led them out of the room.
Once they arrived at the professor's quarters and wards and passwords were sorted out, Severus handed each boy a finger of scotch saying only, "We all need this."
Harry started by saying, "Thank you both for helping me. You don't understand how much this means to me. I know Dumbledore…"
"Professor Dumbledore," Snape corrected.
"Professor Dumbledore didn't let you decide, but thank you anyway," Harry finished.
Draco spoke next, "Harry, I realized this past summer that I wanted to be on your side. I thought it would be as an ally. I didn't dare hope that I could ever have you as a lover. I thought you were straight." He heard Harry snort at that pronouncement. "I am thrilled that you will let Severus and I help you with the curse that Pansy cast. It is no hardship on my part, believe me."
"Like Draco," Severus began, "I find myself pleased that I am able to help you. It goes against the last of my remaining ethics because you are underage, but you are a handsome young man, full of vigor and strength. Maybe with our help, you will have that extra something that can be used to defeat the Dark Lord."
"The power he knows not! Of course," said Harry. "But how did you know of the prophecy?"
"I overheard that bat, Trelawney, reciting it to Albus," Snape answered. "Helping you will now give me the freedom to stop answering the Dark Lord's call. Certainly he is already aware of the curse you have suffered and that Draco and myself will be your donors. He will not be pleased with me, but it is nothing I cannot handle. Training you will be my main focus now."
Harry had had enough discussion. He was thrilled that Severus and Draco were there for him now. He had someone, two someones actually, that he could rely on. More importantly, he was sure that they both felt something for him and maybe, one day, that could grow into love. He couldn't wait to find out. He really should send those chocolates to Pansy.