55Chapter 34: PU 7: Making up and Going Back
Parallel Universe, part seven: Making up and Going Back
He was nowhere to be found, and for every minute that passed, for every room that he found deserted, Draco's panic increased a little bit more. Where the Hell had he gone? The longer he searched—and the less he found—the more worried he became that he might be too late.
What if he had Disapparated and planned to never come back? Then what would happen when the other Harry and Draco returned from the Dark Plane and they were swung right back into their own world? Would they never see each other again, until the day they faced each other in the war? Until one of them killed the other?
He did not want that. Oh, how he did not want that.
"Harry!" he yelled hysterically. "Harry, where the fuck are you?"
"Looking for someone?"
He swirled around. Piper was standing in the archway to the parlour, studying him with an enigmatic glint in her pale eyes. The sun hit her face at an odd angle and made her left eye glow eerily golden.
He hurried up to her. "Yes! Harry—have you seen Harry?"
"What's the hurry? You look as if you've seen a ghost." She gazed up towards the upper floors. "Grandma hasn't come back again, has she?"
"No, she's done haunting this place," he assured her. "Harry. Where's Harry?"
She pointed towards the open back door. "He went out there maybe ten minutes ago, and he looked quite pissed. Did you two have a row again?"
Draco did not bother to answer, but ran straight out into the sunny weather in search of Harry. If he was right, there was only one place he could be: the lake. Probably passing the time throwing rocks in the water.
He was right.
"Harry?" he said uncertainly.
The other man did not answer, but threw an even bigger rock in the lake.
"Harry, may I speak with you, please?"
"Go on—speak. You're so good at it," Harry bit off furiously.
Draco slowly approached him by the shore. "I deserve that," he admitted. "And I most likely deserve much more, too."
"You can bet your arse you do."
SPLOSH!
Draco nervously kicked around in the grass for a while. "I, er … I'm really sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't mean it. You said all the things I've been waiting all my life to hear, but I wasn't listening. You see, I've never allowed myself to feel anything for anyone before … I forced myself to be completely cold-hearted and emotionless to cope with the circumstances of my life. But to tell you the truth, from the very first moment I met you, you got through to me, Harry. When we were friends at Hogwarts … you made me see that there are other things in life than power and military careers. And now … these days we've spent here … you've broken down my defences completely."
"So what? That doesn't matter, does it? You didn't care at all, you said. You were just using me."
SPLASH, SPLOSH!
"That was just a defence mechanism," Draco said awkwardly. "Last night, I felt something that I've never felt before in my life, and I didn't know what it was. It was wonderful … I couldn't believe how good it felt to be with you, and I just wanted to stay there with you for ever, that's why I told you to stay. I did want you to stay. But when I woke up in the morning, I freaked out. I had never felt anything close to that before—I had never even liked anyone before—and all of a sudden I got the whole package.
"It scared me. I didn't know how to act. I was just so scared that if I allowed myself to be happy for once, I would lose it all, and then I wouldn't even have my indifference left. If I allowed myself to love you, I would automatically risk getting hurt, and once you've loved someone there is no turning back. I wouldn't be able to fool myself into believing I was cold-hearted anymore, because then I would have a broken heart. Do you see what I'm saying, Harry?"
The raven-haired man had stopped throwing rocks into the lake, but he still did not turn around to look at him. Draco did not know what he was thinking, because he could not see the expression on his face.
"Maybe," came the answer.
A stone was lifted off Draco's heart. Feeling more confident now, he went on, "The attraction was real, Harry. It wasn't just sex to me. It was so much more. I just freaked, is all. And when you said that you only wanted to enjoy yourself while you were here and was willing to return to your old life with that Binny chick and keep fighting like nothing had ever happened …
"I made up my mind I wouldn't allow myself to get too involved with you because I would definitely get hurt in the end. So when you came to talk to me earlier, I had already shut down all my feelings. I couldn't hear you until long after you'd left. But I heard you, Harry. I heard everything you said. And I … I came down here to tell you that I … I feel the same way."
At those words, Harry turned around, and he looked very surprised. "You do?"
Feeling encouraged by his reaction, Draco nodded. "Yes. I love you, too. I still don't understand how it happened or when hatred turned to love, but it did. I know that I want to be with you, and I also know that I'm willing to take the risk of getting hurt because it would be so much worse to live my life without you in it at all."
Harry blinked sheepishly. "You're saying you … really love me? All those things you said earlier were just because you were scared of getting hurt?"
"Yes."
"So you … you didn't just use me 'cos I was available at the time, then?"
"Oh, God no. All day yesterday I was yearning for you, and when I finally had you in my bed I felt completely harmonious. It felt natural, believe it or not. That was the most amazing night of my life. I still shudder when I think of it."
A smile searched its way onto Harry's handsome face. "Me too. Come here."
Draco went into his arms, so glad and so relieved that he believed him and wanted him back that he just crept into the embrace with his eyes closed in happiness.
"What made you change your mind?" Harry wondered curiously.
"Your nine inches," Draco confessed truthfully, and laughed rather obscenely.
"My what?"
Draco pulled away a bit so he could look Harry in the eye. "I saw your penis, remember? When you were in the bathroom."
"You saw my …? Oh. Nine inches." Harry laughed and shook his head resignedly. "You're just something, you know that? You changed your mind just because of the size of my penis?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Draco teased. "No-one in their right mind says no to nine inches. I just can't stop imagining what you'd be able to do with them …"
Harry gently stroked the side of his head. "You know, actually it's ten inches when I'm, should we say, excited," he informed him.
Draco's eyes widened. "It is?!"
"Yeah."
"Maybe I'm an eight, then …"
"Wanna compare?" Harry asked kinkily.
"Oh, I don't have any ruler right now—" He fell silent when he realised what Harry meant. It was an invite! Laughing even more obscenely, he said, "You offering to show me what those ten inches can do right here and now, Harry? Well, I'm not going to decline."
The grass felt soft under him as he gently lay down on his back, and it tickled his arms and face. The smell of late summer was all around him, in the lawn and the water and the flowers, and the sun caressed his chest with hot, loving fingers as Harry slowly opened his robes. Draco's muscles tensed, his breath became heavier, and his nipples hardened when Harry sensuously moved his tongue over the exposed skin of his upper body.
A light tremor of anticipation passed through him as his lover's tongue played with his bellybutton. In lines and circles, hot patterns were being drawn up from his waist to his neck, and when Harry had reached as far, he lifted his head and gently pressed his lips to Draco's.
Without breaking lip contact, Harry managed to unbutton and pull the blonde's trousers halfway down his thighs. When he had to move further down to be able to pull them off completely, he was careful to place hot kisses all over Draco's upper body, resting extra-long at his nape, biting down several times and making Draco expel short cries of sensual pleasure.
"Oooh, now I'm ready, now I'm ready," he murmured somewhat absent-mindedly, lost in his own world.
Harry pulled off the trousers entirely and started to work on the blonde's boxers. But before he could pull them off, as well, Draco grabbed his arm and urged him to look at him. With a vulnerability that totally humiliated him, he pleaded, "Promise me you'll never hurt me deliberately. Harry, you need to promise me you'll never leave me. If you do, I won't have anything left."
Harry smiled down at him. "I promise you I'll never leave you. They'll have to kill me first, and even then they'll have to prise me away from you. You have my word, and I always keep my word."
Draco nodded. That satisfied his anxiety.
Harry tenderly pulled off the blonde's underwear, but when it came to his own trousers and boxers he magicked them away rather than stopping for a minute to take them off manually. He did not seem to want to risk Draco losing his spark. Furthermore, he gently placed himself on top of Draco, and with his lips to the blonde's ear, he asked, "Are you all right?"
Draco swiftly nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm all right. I need you Harry, I really need you. I want you."
Harry pushed inside him without further notice and instantly began to move with experience. His dark cloak fell down over Draco's pale body, covering it. Draco knew the instant they were joined that he had made the right choice; his place was with Harry.
As Harry thrust deep into Draco, making use of his full ten inches, he breathed hard into Draco's ear, their cheeks pressed against each other. He lifted his head and looked down at the blonde. Sweat was trickling down his forehead. When their eyes met, a surge of happiness passed through Draco. And then Harry smiled at him.
The raven-haired man bent down his head and kissed him very gently. As if that short, sweet kiss had been a prelude to roughness, he instantly began to thrust harder, picking up speed. Draco cried out, almost as if in surprise, at an especially hard thrust that brushed against his prostrate, and clasped Harry's shoulder in a tight grip.
"You're beautiful," the raven-haired man breathed so close to his mouth he felt an urge to lick him, but he did not have time to do so because Harry kissed him again. His lips lingered on Draco's mouth, and while thrusting and rocking the blonde's body against the semi-soft, grassy ground at a furious pace, he sucked at his lower lip. Although it felt kind of weird to have someone sucking on your lip, Draco found it incredibly sexy.
He arched his back. "Oh, God … yes!" He eagerly rose to meet Harry. "Harder … give it to me harder!"
Harry obeyed. But that was not all he did. He moved his hand down and seized Draco's erection, stroking him firmly.
That was too much for Draco. Throwing his head back, he lost all control. "God, aah, haaa … don't stop … don't stop … harder, please, harder, more, please …"
He smashed the lower part of his body up unconsciously, encouraging Harry to go deeper still inside of him.
Harry slightly lost his rhythm as he closed in on orgasm; his hand moved irregularly over Draco's erection. Then they both exploded.
"Draco!"
"Harry, yes!"
"God, Draco, I—"
"I love you!"
"I love you, too … I love you, baby … God, how I love you …"
Shuddering, they fell back against the grass, their arms intertwined and their foreheads pressed against one another. Still breathing rather hard, they both began to laugh.
"Imagine their faces," Draco said, referring to the people back in their world.
"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing," Harry confessed. "D'you think it'll take them long to adjust?"
"No, not to the fact that we're a couple I don't, but probably to the fact that you're changing sides—again."
"Hmm, yeah … that'll probably puzzle them a bit …"
"But I guess your parents'll be pleased, right?"
"More than pleased."
Draco pressed closer to him, shutting his eyes with a happy smile on his face. "You don't have a problem changing sides, do you, Harry?"
He kissed the blonde's forehead. "It's not important," he said. "What's important is to be with you, and I know you'll never change sides, which means that I will have to."
Draco opened his eyes again and looked at him. "You sound sad."
Harry laughed bitterly. "Can't forget the fact that I'd be leaving Sirius after all he's done for me …"
The blonde stroked his hair lovingly. "You can still visit him, babe."
"Can I, though? If I convert to a Death Eater, can I really visit him? Does it work that way?"
"I don't know. You … you can take some time and think about it. I mean, you don't have to … We can make it work—right?"
But even as he said it, he knew they would not.
"Welcome back!" Piper exclaimed cheerfully as they emerged from the portal, still looking like their Parallel Selves—with the exception of Harry's scar, of course. Tim was there to greet them, as well, and Piper had obviously invited Ron and Jonathan to the coming-home-party.
Harry was immensely glad to see them all—especially Joz—but Draco frowned at his sister. Being away from her for five days had made him very reluctant to return to a world where she would always plague him with her stupidity and obliviousness. But all the same, he was very happy to be home, at last.
He forced a smile when Piper hugged him. "Hello, sis," he said between clenched teeth, really trying not to lash out at her or violently push her away.
Harry went over to Tim. "Will the order be restored as soon as the switch is complete?" he asked.
"Yes, as soon as your Parallel Selves return to the Dark Plane, everything will be as usual," he confirmed.
Harry surveyed the room. "By the way, where are they?"
"They're outside fighting about something—as usual," Piper said wearily, and sighed. "I really thought they'd at least have become friends by now, but they just keep snapping at each other. At least they've stopped cursing each other." She moaned irritably and sounded as if she had had to handle a hundred unmanageable children instead of two grown men. "They've been longing for the day you'd return so they could go back and finish each other off in that stupid war of theirs."
"Really?" Draco said, puzzled. "I thought they'd find each other here." He turned to Harry. "Wasn't that what Bond implied? That they would find each other here, fall in love, and eventually have him?"
"Yeah, I thought so, too," Harry agreed, "but I guess we misinterpreted it."
"I'm sure it will all become clear once they come inside," Tim said enigmatically, and Harry got the feeling that he already knew the outcome of their meeting.
While they waited, Harry and Draco sat down on their favourite couch, Draco with his head resting on Harry's chest. James ran around the floor in circles, pretending to be a Hippogriff to amuse Joz. She laughed and clapped her hands together appreciatively. Harry watched them while simultaneously stroking Draco's too short and bristly hair, feeling pleasantly warm and joyous as the blonde snuggled closer. Eventually, he fell asleep. It had been a long day.
"I think they're coming back now," Tim suddenly said.
Piper shot up from her armchair and ran over to the French windows. "Are they rowing?" she wondered, and she sounded endearingly motherly. Having four children had certainly made her overprotective. Then she sighed with relief. "No, they're behaving. Finally."
Harry felt his stomach churn in a very strange way as he saw himself walk through the back door together with another Draco that looked so much like his own. Parallel Harry obviously felt the same way, because he excused himself and went out of the room. Parallel Draco, on the other hand, did not seem at all bothered by the resemblance between himself and the blonde in Harry's arms. He just raised his wand and made the grass stains on his robes disappear. Then he elegantly took a seat in an armchair next to Piper.
"Couldn't stay awake, could he?" Parallel Draco said scornfully.
Harry did not like his tone. Frowning, he said, "We've had a rough time, mind you."
"Yeah, must be hard making your way in a world as dark as ours if you're used to this." He glanced at Ron and Jonathan, who were sitting on the other couch to his left. "Who's he?"
It took Ron some time to reply. "This is Jonathan, my husband."
The blonde raised his eyebrows in bafflement. "Husband? Is everyone married to a man in this place?" he asked incredulously.
Nobody cared to answer.
To their surprise, Parallel Draco licked his lips in an absent-minded sort of way, and murmured dreamily to himself. "Ten inches … man …"
Harry wondered if that was some sort of code.
"What's ten inches?" Piper inquired, too curious for her own good.
He blinked at her for a few seconds. "My, er … wand," he said hesitantly.
"I thought your wand was twelve inches," Harry pointed out.
"I don't have the same wand as your boyfriend over there," he pointed out, yawning.
"No, because Dracums' wand is thirteen-and-a-half inches, and the wand he was given in your world was twelve inches."
"I had to get a new one, broke the old."
"Funny, because I thought you just used it when you made those stains go away."
"Boys," Piper warned. "This was supposed to be a friendly meeting."
Harry shrugged. "All right. Guess I should tell you what we've been up to. We only pretended to be you guys for a few days, then we gave them a little show. Draco and I pretended to fall for each other in order for us to be able to look for James together. Everyone bought it—except Sirius. He noticed right away that I wasn't 'the real' Harry, so I told him everything. He helped us with the search. Hermione found out somehow, too …"
Here, Ron's ears turned crimson.
"Doesn't surprise me Sirius found out," Parallel Harry said from the archway, where he had apparently been listening. "He's very bright."
"He is," Harry agreed. "Then Draco had some sort of premonition in his sleep, and he said James was at the Manor—with Voldemort."
Parallel Draco flinched.
Ron almost fell out of the couch.
Harry ignored them. He looked down at the sleeping Draco and caressed his head more lovingly. "We went over there, but we didn't exactly have a plan so we hid in the bushes. Unfortunately a whole dozen Death Eaters found us. I pretended to be you—" he nodded at Parallel Harry "—and that I had put Draco under the Imperius Curse. I threatened to kill off their precious general if they didn't take me to my parents—"
"You saw my parents?" Parallel Harry cut in.
"Yeah, but only because I didn't have any choice. I told them I wasn't you, though. Said I held you prisoner in my home in another dimension. Then we took James back from Voldemort and came back here. So, what've you guys been up to the past five days?"
He expected Parallel Draco to answer "Trying to kill each other" or something of the sort, and therefore he was very surprised to hear him ask a question instead.
"Act or truth?" he wondered indifferently.
"Truth," Parallel Harry said from the archway.
"You make up your mind?" Parallel Draco asked furthermore.
"Yeah."
"What's it gonna be, then?"
"I'm switching."
Harry looked from one to the other, his brows furrowed in bewilderment, and did not understand a word of what they were saying. Act or truth? Switch? What were they playing at?
"Come here, then," Parallel Draco cajoled, but it sounded more like a demand than a request.
Parallel Harry did not waste any more time standing around in doorways, but went straight up to the blonde and squeezed down beside him in the armchair.
Harry watched in shock as they kissed—French-kissed! He was so unprepared for it that he accidentally slammed his elbow into Draco's forehead.
The blonde jerked awake immediately. "Ow! 'Choo do that for?" he complained, rubbing his forehead and blinking the sleep out of his grey eyes.
Then he noticed their Parallel Selves across from them. "What the fuck are they doing?!"
They broke apart. Parallel Draco was smirking self-righteously at them. "Thought we'd break it to you the only way you seem to understand," he mocked. "Now, to answer your question … The first three days we pretty much tried to curse each other 24/7, but it was really tiring—didn't even have time to sleep—so we decided on a temporary truce. Day four—yesterday—something changed, though. To be honest with you, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were sneaking around all day trying to find a place we'd be undisturbed by Piper. But she always showed up right when we were getting somewhere. We didn't get enough privacy to have sex until late last night. And it was bloody brilliant, don't you think, Harry?"
"Tasty," Parallel Harry agreed.
Piper was gazing at them with evident confusion. "But today … you've been rowing all day … and before, in the garden …"
"Draco was afraid I might hurt him," Parallel Harry confessed. "And I guess I kind of made him think that. I did say I was going back to Ginny once this was over … but I never meant it. Guess I got defensive, too."
"That doesn't matter," Parallel Draco assured him, and squeezed his hand. "We made up, didn't we?"
Piper gave a squeal of shock. "That's what you were doing down by the lake?! You had make-up sex?!"
They shrugged.
"Now I see why you were both covered in grass stains … Damn! I missed all the fun!" she pouted.
They spoke for another half-hour before their Parallel Selves rose to leave. Harry was amazed at his parallel equivalent's smugness. Even though he had practically been raised by Sirius and was a good wizard, he was very spiteful.
Right before they stepped through the portal, Draco said, "Good luck being good," to his Parallel Self, and was rewarded only with a short, scornful chuckle.
"I'm not going over to the good side," he objected, and then, closing his arm around Parallel Harry's waist, he said, "Harry's coming back to us—where he belongs."
And without further ado, they left them to their amazement.
Draco was the first to speak. "He's converting to the Dark side?" he said disbelievingly.
"Looks that way," Harry mumbled.
Ron rose from his seat. "Come on! Don't tell me you're surprised!" he said incredulously. "Think about it! Did you honestly think that that Draco would ever become a good boy willingly? Come on! And just look at that son of theirs! Don't tell me you didn't feel those bad vibes he was giving off? He reeks of evil—there is not a good bone in his body! Did you really think good parents would father a child like that? I mean, your son's all right, but that Bond bloke … he's evil. I know Time Manipulators have to stay neutral, but I don't really think that means they stay neutral in their minds. That boy was raised Dark, so he turned out Dark. Your boy has obviously been raised good, so he's turned out good. They have chosen sides for themselves, but that doesn't mean they can't still do their jobs neutrally."
He had a very good point, and as he said it, Harry knew it to be true.
He stared at the portal, hoping they would never have to switch with them again.
James stayed at the Manor for three whole weeks without even attempting to hiccough away. But the boy was very quiet, and he was showing his feelings towards Harry very clearly. He still had not forgotten their argument in the Dark Plane, and he still did not agree with Harry calling his 'Uncle Voldemort' a bad man. Harry knew he had to do something about it, but every time he attempted to talk to his son he felt like he needed another therapy session.
Draco saw his reluctance to deal with the problem and gently pressed on the matter whenever he felt it safe to do so without further worsening Harry's mental health. He knew he had to do it eventually, sooner rather than later, but he just did not have the courage to face the boy for fear of Tom staring back at him through those green eyes.
Piper was not even aware of the problems within their family since she only cared for her own husband and children, but kept bothering them now and then with new spells and new potions. Mostly they paid no attention to her, but one day she actually got them interested.
"I've finally succeeded to make the ultimate potion!" she told them with a huge grin, and waved a test tube of golden liquid at them.
"Oh, yeah?" Draco yawned at her, fanning himself with his hand.
She jumped up and down in front of them. "Behold—the Infinity Potion! This potion makes you eternally young—physically, mind you. Your body will still grow old, and you will still find it hard to reach an age of 100 or more, but your outer appearance will show no sign whatsoever of it! Care to give it a try, lads?"
They exchanged knowing looks.
"Are you sure that stuff really works?" Draco asked doubtfully.
"Of course it does! When are you ever going to learn? Potions are my specialty! It's spells I'm having some trouble with now and then. My potions always work as they should. You're living proof of that, Draco."
He knew she was right. But he still did not care for voluntarily drinking anything that she had concocted. "I don't think so, thank you," he said determinedly.
Harry silently shook his head when she offered him the test tube.
"Oh, come on!" she pleaded. "Won't you give it a try? I promise you it'll make you look twenty for the rest of your lives! Remember, you'll be looking like old farts in a few decades if you don't take it. Do you really think you'll get turned on by wrinkly old-farts' bodies?"
She did have a point there.
"What about stamina?" Draco inquired, and Harry could hear that he was seriously considering the Infinity Potion.
"Not only will you look like twenty, but you will also feel like twenty!" Piper promised with her best commercial voice, and waved the test tube in front of their faces again. "I've taken it, and you don't see any side effects on me, do you?"
They did not.
"But what about our friends, then?" Harry pointed out. "They will still grow old, won't they? So are they just going to watch us stay young and perky while they lose their sparks entirely? I'm not sure I want to expose them to that."
Draco had to agree, though reluctantly. Harry could see that he really, really wanted that potion. Harry did, too, but he still had to think about Ron and the others.
"No problem!" Piper assured them. "They will get some, too! I've made ten gallons of this stuff, and you only need three drops to stay young for the rest of your life. I'm planning to offer this to every witch and wizard in the world, and once I run out I will only need three days to make ten gallons more. And I'm going to offer it to them for free, of course," she added when she saw Harry's frown.
With all those promises, they nodded and took the potion.
Harry finally worked up the courage to face James that evening, and went to the boy's room when it was time for bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and asked the boy to look at him. Heavy at heart, he said, "I need to talk to you about Voldemort, about who he was and what he did. Not just to me, but to witches and wizards all over the world."
It took him almost two hours to tell the boy everything he knew, and the part about the murder on his parents was particularly difficult to get through, not to mention the part about Sirius's death at the Department of Mysteries deep down in the Ministry of Magic. The boy listened raptly, and Harry thought he saw the reaction and the realisation that he had been hoping for.
Maybe now he had managed to prevent his son from turning into Tom within the near future, but there was still almost sixteen years left before they could be really sure that he would never show.
Almost two years passed before Draco said what Harry had been waiting and hoping to hear ever since that miscarriage: "I want to have your baby, Harry."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, stroking his once again long, blond hair.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm ready now. I'm not afraid anymore."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"And it was about time, too," a low voice said behind them. When they swirled around, Tim was standing there. He waved at them, a friendly smile on his face. "Hi. Just came by to see how you were doing."
"What d'you mean 'it was about time?'" Draco wondered indignantly.
"For me to be conceived," the boy said truthfully. "The old Time Manipulators are reaching the end of their lives, so it is time for two new Time Manipulators to be born. In nine months, to be exact."
"So you mean we have to do it today?" Draco asked, his eyes huge with amazement.
The boy grinned mischievously. "Don't you guys 'do it' every day?" he pointed out mockingly. "This will be no different. You'll just take that potion Piper's trying to slip into your tea."
Draco swirled around towards his sister. She had frozen with her hand halfway to the jug at the blond boy's words. Now she smiled awkwardly at Draco, who shook his head in resignation. But then he snatched the potion out of her hand and knocked it back in one swallow. "You don't need to dilute it!" he said, and made the others laugh.
They had all thought he would reprimand her for trying to lure the potion into him again.
But then something hit him. "Hey! What about Bond?" he inquired.
"What about him?" Tim wondered, studying his well-manicured hands.
"Wouldn't he have to be conceived today, too?"
"Yeah, he will be. Why?"
"But how? Parallel Piper will hardly create the Priberty Potion for her little brother—she would kill him if he asked her for it. So how …?"
Piper began to chuckle obscenely in her seat. "I slipped a bottle of the potion into Harry's cloak pocket," she confessed. "And I enclosed a note saying, 'Make sure Draco takes this the day you feel ready for Bond.' That should do it, don't you think?"
"Is that why you hugged him so tightly before they left?" Draco wondered.
Piper's eyes temporarily glazed over and she got an eerie, dreamy look in her eyes. "Yeah … that and, ehum, ten inches, cough, cough …"
Draco frowned. "What?"
"Nothing."
The potion began to kick in, and Draco felt that familiar yearning rise from deep within his loins, spreading through his body until he began to itch pleasantly. He gave Harry a sensual look. "Why do I always get so turned on when I recall you're not wearing any underwear?" he asked him to let him know that he was horny and up for some rough treatment.
Harry answered his invite with a kinky smile. "Maybe because you love my dick?" he suggested.
Draco teased him by moving in close enough for their lips to lightly touch, but nothing more. "Yeah, that's probably it," he agreed. "Want me to love it now?"
Tim awkwardly cleared his throat. When they turned to look at him, he pointed at himself and said, "Guest."
Piper, on the other hand, was drooling openly.
That made the decision easy for them to make.
Waving at the boy, Harry said, "See you in nine months."