The Esurioimpleo Plant

Thanks: To my most wonderful betas; Starkiller and Mizzy. And to Nick who is always willing to participate in research.
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Harry moved some brush aside and groaned. Wherever this stupid weed was, he wasn't going to find it. He was just glad that he wasn't alone, even if he was here with Malfoy.

Snape had tried to send him out to the Forbidden Forest by himself but McGonagall had found out, and had sent Malfoy with him. He hadn't even done anything wrong to deserve the detention. He had just missed class due to a Quidditch injury. He would bet anything Snape had just given him detention so he wouldn't have to find the bloody weed himself. He moved some more brush aside and groaned again.

"Will you please stop that?" Draco complained through clenched teeth. "It's bad enough that I'm out here in the middle of the night without having to listen to you moan and groan."

"Fine."

After another half hour had passed without either of them glimpsing the elusive weed, Harry groaned in pure frustration.

"That's it, I can't take this anymore."

Draco stormed over to the other boy and Harry blinked at the feral gleam in the blond's eyes. He watched fearfully as Draco approached him and pushed him forcefully. Unable to stop himself from falling; Harry landed hard on his bum. Draco dropped to his knees and started crawling towards him; gray eyes glinting dangerously.

"I'm going to stop your groaning if it's the last thing I do." Draco stated; smirking as he advanced on Harry.

Harry reacted the only way he knew how, he started crawling backwards. The problem with this was that he couldn't move very fast. Before long Draco was practically on top of him.

Draco reached out an arm and lifted Harry's chin until he was looking directly into his eyes.

Harry's breathing quickened and he quickly tried to moisten his lips with his tongue. He knew Draco was going to kiss him. He had done it before during another detention. It probably would've gone farther, much farther if they hadn't heard a key in the door.

Harry was so wrapped up in his memory, that he didn't realize what was going on until his head touched down on the grass below. Draco was kneeling directly above him, staring intently into his eyes.

Harry reached up and pulled Draco down on top of him and into a deep kiss. He felt Draco eagerly using his tongue to explore Harry's mouth. He thrust his hips upward, and gasped at the sudden sensation of Draco's hard-on pressed so nicely against his own.

Draco pulled away slightly and started to attack Harry's throat and neck, nibbling and pressing kisses along the pale expanse of flesh. While his mouth was otherwise occupied, talented fingers fumbled along the fastenings for Harry's clothing; gently tugging apart the fastenings, he divested Harry from first his school robe, then - with Harry's eager assistance - his shirt.

Harry returned the favour; sliding his hand underneath Draco's shirt to gentle squeeze and stroke the smooth surface as he tugged the offending article off. His breath caught in his throat at the sight; Draco's milky white torso rising and falling with the heaviness of his breathing and suddenly he felt weak.

The Slytherin attacked him again and kissed him hard while simultaneously fumbling with the buttons on his pants. Harry groaned and flipped them over so he was on top of the blond, who was still tugging at his pants, trying to remove them. Harry stretched out one arm, the other occupied with tracing circular motions along Draco's naked back, and fumbled with his discarded robes until he found his wand. Breaking the kiss almost regretfully, he whipped his wand through the cold air and muttered a few choice words. Immediately they were both overwhelmed at the sudden sensation of naked skin on naked skin, Harry's charm had completely removed all of their clothing.

Taking full advantage of the situation, Draco arched upwards; relishing the feel of his skin against Harry's. He let out a groan and flipped them over again; grinning down at Harry as he started to lick and moisten his fingers.

Harry moaned, his eyes flickering shut in pleasure before they snapped open again. He clenched his fingers around his wand again.

"There's no need for that," he said hoarsely; unable to speak normally from the overwhelming lust. He muttered another incantation which made Draco's cock glisten with lubrication, knowing that with his need for Draco to be inside of him, that any manual preparation would drive him nuts. Draco's eyes widened in realization; he gently pressed his lips to Harry's and then wrapped Harry's legs around his waist. Pulling his face back from Harry's, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on sliding himself into the raven-haired beauty below him.

Harry threw his head back at the sudden sensation and screamed; the sound reverberating around them for several seconds. Draco immediately stopped in fear and tried to withdraw; unwilling to hurt Harry. Harry obviously had other ideas; he wrapped his legs harder around Draco and pulled him sharply back in and Draco let out a sudden gasp at the heat pressing in on his almost painfully engorged erection. Harry whimpered. "Harder, fuck me harder."

If Draco had been looking for encouragement then that was it. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, perspiration forming on his brow. This rent another scream from Harry. "Oh fuck yes." Harry gasped; arching up to try and feel more; feel as much as he could. Draco repeated his actions gaining similar responses; feeling the other twitch and shake around him; relishing the gasps and groans and screams. After a couple more slow hard strokes he sped up slamming into Harry over and over again.

Harry was delirious with pleasure. Draco filled him oh so completely. Every time he pulled out Harry felt uncomprehendingly empty until Draco was back inside him. With the intense feelings of pleasure it wasn't long until he came; his scream echoing wildly. Harry, spasming around him as he came, sent Draco over the edge and he collapsed onto Harry; face flushed and eyes sparkling with emotion.

Harry yawned, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him, and he grabbed for his wand; discarded in the moments of passion. He muttered a soft spell which cleaned them up and Draco rolled off Harry almost regretfully. Scrambling to his knees, Draco started to lazily look for his clothes.

"Would you look at that," Draco said softly; his voice catching as he stretched forwards; plucking a delicate, rosy plant from the soil and holding it out to Harry. Harry pushed himself up onto his elbow; reaching out for the plant and looking at the flimsy, heart shaped leaves.

"Looks like I found the weed," Draco breathed softly.

"It's the same color as your lips," Harry noticed; reaching over and running his thumb gently over Draco's swollen lips. Draco responded by reaching over and pulling Harry into another kiss; more gentle this time with less of the ferocity of the first savage kisses.

"Mm, nice, too bad we have classes tomorrow." Harry sighed. Reaching over to his pile of discarded clothes, he pulled them on and flushed as he watched Draco do the same.

The journey back to the castle was relatively quiet. Harry was happy and satisfied. He hadn't had a lover in quite a while and Draco was quite nice; in fact he didn't think he'd ever been so completely satiated. He wondered how would go about propositioning Draco into another go; maybe tomorrow after classes.

When they finally arrived at the Potion Master's office, they were pleased to find him still there.

Draco placed the plant down on Snape's desk with a cheeky grin. "Here, we found the plant, can we go now?"

Snape had been busy reading and was startled when Draco spoke. He choked and started coughing when he noticed the blush-coloured plant in front of him. He paused in his coughing fit to notice Draco's impatient expression and waved them out. With a raised expression, Draco shrugged and left the classroom with a bemused Harry; both amused and bewildered at Snape's peculiar reaction.

For a few minutes Snape stared at the plant in absolute wonderment. He was interrupted from his reverie by someone rapping on the door.

"Hello Severus, I see the boys found the plant." McGonagall said; a slight smile playing on her face.

"Do you know what this is?" Snape said aghast; his gaze still fixed on the plant.

"Yes, it's a rather temperamental plant, only tends to show up post- coitally. I felt that sending young Malfoy with Harry would speed up the search." McGonagall was smiling openly now; her eyes twinkling with the same mischievous expression that usually graced Dumbledore's demeanor.

"You knew about this? I never guessed anything was going on." Snape glowered; his face dark.

"Don't worry, you didn't miss much, a stolen kiss in detention was about it," McGonagall said shrugging; almost as if she was annoyed that that was all she missed.

"You're encouraging this?" Severus leapt to his feet; holding onto the desk to support himself as he glared at McGonagall in shock.

The elderly witch shrugged. "Severus, get over yourself. They're both gay, lonely and have the difficulty that most partners can't get over the awe of being around them, though for entirely different reasons. They are not disillusioned with each other and the only direction their relationship can go is up."

Severus sighed; his shoulders sagging in disappointment. "I suppose this means I should pair them up in class now. I also could use more of this plant, it's rather expensive and it's impossible to find students willing to get over their fear of the forest. What I did have was collected during Arthur and Molly's stay at Hogwarts."

"Good, detention this Thursday good for you?" Leaning against the edge of the desk; McGonagall raised one eyebrow and waited for his response.

Severus looked abruptly outraged; then he smiled gently as he realised what she was getting at. "Thursday's fine."

"Good evening Severus." McGonagall tossed him a wry wink and swiveled on her heel; walking out of the classroom with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Good evening Minerva," Severus muttered in response before his eyes dropped back to the mauve-coloured plant on his desk; shaking his head in amazement as he slumped back behind his desk; bemoaning about the lack of morals in Hogwarts nowadays but also contemplating the nice healthy supply of Esurioimpleo he would get now. Who would have actually thought that Potter would actually be useful for something?