summary: On the verge of failing Potions thanks to your idiotic lab partner and Quidditch rival Draco Malfoy, the two of you are forced to sneak into the greenhouse at night for a final ingredient, only to stumble into some strange plants along the way.
tags: 18+ MDNI, [sex pollen] [enemies to lovers] [quidditch rivals] [eighth-year at hogwarts] [mutual masturbation] [dubcon but only because it's sex pollen lol ] [oral sex] [malfoy whimpers] [hate sex] [switchy] [penetrative sex] [multiple orgasms]
author's note: It felt weird not writing Draco & Snitch from Lessons in Losing, but i hope you like Nineteen :) Title is inspired by the song Fatal Attraction by Reed Wonder. 9k words
โThis is a terrible idea,โ you hiss, rounding the corner toward the side exit of the castle.
Draco scoffs. โLike you have a better one.โ
While he draws his wand from his robes, you cast another wary glance over your shoulder. The hallway is empty behind you, lit with dim floating candles. The castle sleeps, blissfully unaware of the plans you and your Quidditch rival have in store tonight.
Sadly, you don't. Have a better plan, that is. That's why you're out after curfew, dodging prefects and paintings like it's your full-time job.
"There's just got to be another way," you say, checking behind you again.
"There's not. Unless you count failing an option. You want to fail tomorrow, Nineteen?โ
Draco Malfoy has never called you by your real nameโonly your Quidditch number. Because thatโs all you are to him. Not a person. Just an obstacle on the pitch. But you know the truth: youโre the only Seeker in the entire school who gives him a run for his money.
โNoโbut I think itโs important for you to remember how itโs your fault weโre in this predicament in the first place!โ
โI beg to differ,โ Draco says, opening the door with a flick of his wand and stepping out into the night. โIโm quite good at potions.โ
You rush to slip after him before the door swings shut behind you with a heavy thud.
Prick.
Youโre not sure why Draco really even gives a shit about this assignment. All he cares about is winning Quidditch matches and getting the hell out of this school.
And why should he care?
Itโs not like anything bad will happen to him if he gets one bad grade. You, on the other hand, have a bit more to lose. As a trainee healer, you need to score well on the NEWTs this year to secure your spot in the coveted apprentice slots. Needless to say, failing your Potions final just simply isnโt an option.
The air outside is muggy and warmโan unusually humid night for early April. The sky is clear, though, boasting a bright full moon. A perfect night for harvesting a nocturnal plant. An owl hoots somewhere in the Forbidden Forest beyond, and the tall grass tickles your ankles as you make your way to the cluster of greenhouses on the grounds.
You yank on Draco's sleeve as he walks straight past the entrance to Greenhouse Three.
He shrugs off your hand and gestures impatiently to the latticed door. โHurry up and open it.โ
โOne of us should stay on the lookout,โ you huff. Your fingers brush your wand in your pocket. โIโll go and grab the sample, and you signal me if thereโs anyโโ
โWait.โ He stops you. โWhy do you get to go inside?โ
You stare at him, jaw slack. โBecause Iโm the healer?โ
โNot yet, youโre not.โ
Sometimes, you take comfort in your fantasies about Draco Malfoy.
Youโre up to ten different ways you might be able to knock him off his broom. Make him suffer in a way he never saw coming. And thanks to that comment, youโre now trying to come up with the eleventh.
โWhy donโt you be the lookout, and I retrieve the sample?โ He asks pointedly.
You sigh, irritated. โBecause, Malfoy, I donโt trust you to get an accurate sample, okay? You couldnโt even keep our original sprig alive long enough for us to use it tomorrow!โ
โYou know, thatโs a good point.โ He crosses his arms over his chest. โPerhaps I donโt trust you, either. You know, we never did specify which of us was supposed to give the plant the appropriate amount of moonlightโฆโ
You squint up at him. โOh? We didnโt? Thatโs right. Maybe thatโs because when we got assigned this potion, I stole the Snitch from under your nose at finals, and you didnโt speak to me for a week!โ
Normally, you wouldn't complain about that. Being Quidditch rivals was one thing. Mouthing off to each other on the Pitch? That was a given. Outside of that, you didn't talk. It was a hard line.
That week just happened to be the one week you actually needed him to speak to you.
Because while he was busy trying to salvage his pride and keep his ego somewhat intact, you were actually doing all the heavy lifting for the assignment in Potions. The one Snape assigned to the both of you.
He huffs, irritated. Heโs obviously annoyed you keep bringing that loss of his up, but you wonโt stop anytime soon.
โWe both go in, or Iโm out," he says, his jaw set in determination.
You weigh your options. You could probably get the sample on your own, but youโre not willing to risk getting caught by yourself. If you get caught with him, you can do the obvious.
Blame him.
Turns out, itโs not much of a decision after all.
โFine,โ you mutter through grit teeth. โLetโs just get this over with.โ
You unlock the door with a few precise spins of your wand and whisper the password low enough that Malfoy canโt hear it. The door unlatches with a hiss, and a warm, earthy smell hits you in the face. Itโs familiar to you, and soothing in a way.
Malfoy shifts on his feet, eager to enter, but right before he pushes the door open, you bar his chest with your arm, wand at the ready.
You level his gaze. โWhatever you doโdonโt touch anything.โ
He scoffs, slipping past you and through the door with a flick of his robes. โScared of a few plants, Nineteen?โ He looks over his shoulder. โBit concerning for a future healer and all. You might not make the cut.โ
He shrugs with false sympathy before disappearing into the darkness beyond.
Nevermind. Gone are the thoughts of making his death a swift and easy one. Now, youโre envisioning something longer, slower, your hands around his neckโ
You wonder if he begs half as prettily as he flies.
Youโve never really understood it.
The strange utopia that is Greenhouse Three. Itโs always felt more like a portal to another dimension, rather than a plant nursery. But seeing it under the night sky is an otherworldly experience.
The tall domed ceiling stretches high above you, and dimmer disks fly from their assigned pots to line the narrow walkway upon your arrival.
Thereโs a silence about the place, but beneath it all, something living without breathing. As you walk among the taller plants lining the path, it feels like walking through a graveyard. But instead of the bones turning to dust under the earthโtheyโre watching.
The Nightbell Stalk lives all the way at the back of the greenhouse, in a secret locker called the Lumen Garden. Youโve never seen this garden, given the fact that it magically appears only when the moon is at its peak, and disappears again before the sun rises. Even despite the blatant breaking of curfew, youโve been warned never to enter, given the dangerous nature of the plants one might encounter.
But, as they say, dangerous times call for desperate measures. Or, desperate times call for dangerous measures. Something like that.
All you know is itโs as desperate as it is dangerous, or you would never be so reckless.
Soon enough, the Lumen Garden door looms over you. Itโs tall and black, and it sparkles in the light of the skimmer dimmers, like itโs made of crushed black diamond.
You turn to Malfoy. โDo you have it?โ
He pulls an aged piece of parchment from his pocket. You reach for it but he snatches it back just in time.
โI didnโt risk my life in the Restricted Section, so you could show off your poor Mermish,โ he says.
โโRisking your life,โโ you roll your eyes, unimpressed. โAs if you donโt practically live there. Get on with it, then.โ
He clears his throat. You try not to watch the way his fingers carefully unfold the paper, holding it like itโs something valuable. Heโs always been like that when it comes to ancient scripts.
โVaelith mora selune,โ he whispers.
By moonlight reveal.
Your pulse leaps as the scrape of stone on stone reverberates throughout the silent room, bouncing off the glass panes above you.
As the stone door rolls back, it reveals a room so beautiful it nearly takes your breath away.
Opal stones guide you forward, leading to a circular pool in the center. The water lies perfectly still, glassy and undisturbed, yet the plants rooted beneath its surface sway gently in some unseen current.
Overhead, moonlight spills through the curved glass dome, and the panes are cloudy on purpose, filtering and diffusing the moonlight into something stronger and more even.ย
You tiptoe onto the landing, barely noting the black mossy walls surrounding you before the stone rolls shut behind you. Malfoyโs polished shoes click decisively down the opal stones, not the least bit fased.
You swallow and follow after him. Mist rises up from the pond, and when you lean closer, curiosity pulling you in, you catch sight of movement. Thin, glowing threads streak by under the glassy surface. Jilly bugs. They help the plants thrive in the lowlight conditions.
โKeep up, will you?โ Draco hisses, drawing your attention to him.
Heโs standing over a garden bed beyond the pond, half swallowed by the shadowed wall behind him.
These nocturnal plants only bloom at night, and they die without it. Because of this, these plants have different colors than normal ones. Most of them are varying shades of black, purple, or blue, evolved to camouflage with the night or their natural habitats.
As you step closer, the vines come into view. There are tons of them, growing along a nearly imperceptible trellis that spans the full length of the back wall, their long stems twirling and looping, spilling out across the floor and crawling up the dome above.
Youโre just reaching his side when something moves out of the corner of your eye. Your head whips towards the wall, eyes narrowing through the gray haze.
But thereโs nothing. Just vines, their leaves sitting so still they could almost pass as wax.
โWhereโs the bloody vialโฆ?โ Draco mutters to himself, patting down the pockets of his robes.
His features catch the light as he looks down. Your eyes drift over the edge of his nose, the slope of his brow, that strong jaw. You look away when his chin tips up.
Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve the small glass bottle, holding it out for him to see.
Draco frowns. โThief.โ
You shrug, glancing down at the Nightbell Stalk in front of you.
Itโs a deep violet, with small, downward-facing flowers. Inside each one, the stems glow a faint gold. You can smell the nectar from where you stand--sweet, like honey, but heavier. Thicker.
When Malfoy reaches for the vial, you snap it back in the last second.
โIโm doing it,โ you say.
โLike hell you are.โ He scoffs. โJust because youโre a healer doesnโt give you the right to fuck this up. Itโs my project too, you know.โ
Anger sparks in your gut and you turn on him. โYou havenโt given a shit about this potion the entire semester, and Iโm supposed to believe you actually care now? Besides, you donโt have the experience requiredโโ
โOh, I have the experience. Stand aside.โ He reaches for the sample vial. โI can handle something as simple asโโ
You snatch it back again. โOh, so you know that the bells ring when disturbed, so you only touch the stem. Did you know that Malfoy?โ
โIโyes! I know more thanโโ
โSo, obviously, youโd be cautious around the petals, since theyโre so sticky they can leave a residue on your hands for a week.โ Your lips set in a taunting line and narrow your eyes at him. โBut you knew that, huh?โ
Draco glares down at you. โIโm well aware of the difficulties with this plant. And by the way, I suggested this plan. So, Iโll do it.โ
Your argument continues, words overlapping, while your voices ring eerily loud in the silence of the greenhouse.
Push, pull, counter, strike.
You fight the same way you fly on the pitch, chasing the same goal. Competitive to a fault.
The exact fault being that while the two of you are too busy arguing over who gets to hold the stemโand where the vial goes exactlyโyou donโt realize one vine unfurling from the wall behind you, growing curious in the moonlight.
โMy hands are steadier,โ Draco says from his place over your shoulder.
You bite your lip, ignoring the way his breath ghosts across your ear, focusing your energy on getting the ingredient.
You accidentally graze the edge of the downward-turned petal with the rim of the glass and the flowers on the Nightbell Stalk ring softly.
โShit,โ you mutter.
โYou know itโs true,โ he continues, voice low. โHow many times have you lost the Snitch because of your poor grip, hmm? I havenโt. Not once.โ
With one sharp movement of your fingers, you scoop up the drop of nectar from the stems inside. It slides down the glass, glowing a deep orange. Satisfaction curls warm under your ribs like your feline familiar back in your dorm room.
You grin. โGot it.โ
Reveling in your win, you turn, ready to shove your success in his face, but the movement only presses your back further into his chest.
โMove, would you?โ You bite, trying to slide around him, but the tight space doesnโt allow for much wiggle room.
He shifts to let you through, but the narrow corridor between the wall and the garden bed seems to get tighter with his body pressed against yours. Somewhere, your feet get tangled and he stumbles, sprawling back against the garden bed, which pushes you flat against the ivy wall, glaring up at him.
His head blocks the moonlight, his silhouette falling over you like a living shadow. His lips part like he might say something, and you find yourself leaning forward, waiting breathlessly, when something brushes your ankle.
You leap forward. Dracoโs arm wraps around you out of instinct. The two of you stare at each other before he seems to remember who you are and drop his arm like youโve burned him.
โThrowing yourself at me, are you?โ He drawls, breaking the silent tension.
โNo!โ You look down at the ground, but thereโs nothing there. Just mossy stone under your feet, the shadow of the vine wall at your heels. โSomething justโฆgrabbed me.โ
Draco shakes his head and shoves past you. โItโs always drama with you, isnโt it?โ
โIโm serious!โ you snap. โIt almost tripped me!โ
โAh, yes. Do me a favor and twist that pretty little ankle would you? Just secure me a win next match, thanks.โ
His words make you pause, forgetting all about the mysterious touch. A smile steals across your face before you can stop it. โSo, you admit I need to be taken out for you to have a shot at the Cup, then?โ
He spins on the spot, a shadow etched between his brows as he scowls at you under the moonlight. โYouโre twisting my words.โ
โI am not! Merlin, Malfoy, do you ever just shut upโโ Something brushes your shoulder. You freeze. โWhat was that?โ
To your surprise, Draco actually shuts his mouth to listen. Thereโs nothing. No frogs, no crickets, no owl, no water dripping, no jilly bugs splashing in the pond.
Itโsโฆsilent.
Suddenly, something moves above you. Both your gazes jerk up at the same time. A leafy vineโso green itโs almost blackโdrops down from the wall and brushes Dracoโs hair.
He flinches, and as the light catches on the small, glass-like beads growing between the leaves, your stomach drops.
You know exactly what that is.
The Veleroux Vine. Some call it Sirenlace. But itโs best known for another name.
Sex pollen.
You recognize it from your studies. The pollen pods contain a powerful aphrodisiac, said to heighten biological desire to mate in extreme ways. The more you resist, the worse the fever gets, making you wild with lust.
โDracoโdonโt touchโโ You throw a hand out to stop him.
But itโs too late.
Malfoy rears back and slaps the invading greenery away like heโs swatting a fly.
Shit.
โDammit, Malfoy, what did I say about not touching anything?โ You shriek, surging forward and shoving at his chest. โGet away from thโโ
The first bead snaps open in a plume of dust. Fear rushes through your limbs and you try to jerk the both of you away, but youโre not quick enough.
One after another, the pollen pods pop in sequence, traveling down the vine, dusting your hair, your robes, and filling the air.
You jerk back, furiously rubbing at your skin, but itโs no use. It settles on you like a thin glitter, small enough to even to slip into your pores.
โOh, shit. Fuckingโfuck. Fuck!โ you holler, but you shouldnโt have opened your mouth. Now the back of your throat feels like when you stuck your head in the sugar jar as a kid.
Draco sends you a withering look, brushing down his robes. โCalm down, will you? Bloody hellโjust a little plant dust.โ
โJust a plantโโ You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air. โMerlin help me, you canโt just fucking listen for one second. I know what Iโm talking about! Hurry! We have to get out of here before itโโ
The vine slips around your shoulder at the very same moment Draco glances down to find another one winding around his ankle.
โโgrabs us,โ you finish weakly.
You try to scramble away, but the leaves thread around your arm in a silky vice.
Draco curses loudly at the thing, hopping on one foot, losing his robes in the process of trying to extricate himself.
โYou have the wrongโฆpair,โ you tell the inky leaves while you fumble for your wand. โWe arenโtโwe canโtโฆdo what you want.โ
โIt wants something?โ Draco casts a disbelieving look at the vine now wrapped around his dark slacks, settling around his knee. โMerlinโwhat?โ
โIt wants us to have sex,โ you say, matter-of-factly.
He looks at you like youโve grown two heads. Then his gaze darkens, snagging on the way your hard nipples strain against your shirt.
Already? This shit works fast. You finally free your wand and cross your arms over your chest.
โSex?โ he sneers.
โYes. Itโs an aphrodisiac plant, native to rare jungles. Its job is to encourage mating between compatible species.โ
โCompatible.โ He scoffs. โYou and me? Farthest thing from it.โ
โIt doesnโt know that..." You gasp as your wand is whisked out of your hands by a particularly strong leaf.
โTalk to it again. Tell it!โ Draco shouts. He looks down and shakes his leg violently. The vine doesnโt budge. โShitโjust get it off me!โ
Whispers of leaves dragging against stone make you turn to face the corner of the room behind you. A cluster of vines has begun to twist together, the husky hush of plants twining and looping filling the air. Vines slide across the floor, retracting into the dark corner, while more gather from the ceiling, shifting the beams of moonlight through the dusty air.
โItโs building its nest,โ you reply, eyes on the plant.
โItโsโฆwhat?โ
You turn to see Draco fighting tooth and nail. Heโs got his wand out now. Streaks of light bounce across the room, flames erupt in the air but they bounce off the leaves like theyโre nothing but a few stray sparks. Across the room, past the pool, some of the other plants wither and shrink away from the light.
Adrenaline surges through you as your mind scrambles for a solution. Youโre already beginning to feel it, a tugging deep in your core.
That familiar tight ache that blooms in the dark, alone, in your bed. But unlike then, right now, you canโt give into it. You try not think about howย the longer you resist, the worse it will get. From your brief research, sex pollen isnโt fatal, but it certainly isnโt pleasant.
Unless you give in.
Then, of course, itโs rumored to be the best sex of your entire life.
You donโt have the luxury of finding that out.
There is an antidote, of course, but it is completely and totally, one-hundred percent, without a doubtโout of the question.
Sex with Malfoy? Not happening.
Thereโs only one answer. You have to escape.
Your gaze swings to the stone door, framed in elegant iron bars that allow climbers to reach moonlight.
Maybe if you could get out of the vineโs reach, it wouldnโt be able to chase you.
It only takes a second to form a plan.
Tipping back, you let your weight fall backwards into the vine, hoping to catch it off guard and force it to loosen its hold. Instead, you trip over a stray pot and go tumbling to the ground.
But before you hit the stone, the Veleroux is there.
Your breath catches, heart pounding, suspended in the air. Then the vine pushes gently into your lower back, guiding you forward util your feet find solid ground again. You stare, openmouthed, as the leaves brush along your leg, almost as if checking for injury, before nudging you toward the corner of the room.
โOh, Merlin. Yes, I see your nest,โ you say weakly, watching as the vine curls in on itself to form a sort of ballโmore of a fist, reallyโand uses it to push softly against the heels of your shoes, urging you forward. It uncurls when you take a step, leaves fluttering as if pleased. Then it spins in the air, gesturing as if to say, look, I made this for you. A cozy, safe place to mate. โVery nice. Lovely, really. But you see, we canโtโโ
โBlimey! Get back!โ Dracoโs voice interrupts your one-sided conversation.
You look over your shoulder, wobbling a bit as the plant continues to nudge you towards the silky hammock in the corner. Heโs covered in vines, now. His wand has fallen somewhere off to the side, out of both your reach. Heโs still flailing, hair mussed, trying andโfailingโ to break free.
You look down. The vineโs not even holding onto you anymore. Is it because youโre not fighting as hard?
You take a step towards the door. Nothing happens. You take another, and the vine edges closer. On the third, it finds your ankle again. But it doesnโt squeeze you or cinch tight enough to sting. It just curls softly around your leg, firm enough to stop you from running, but gentle enough that you start to suspect it doesnโt want you damaged.
Malfoy, on the other hand, looks almost black and blue.
โStop!โ You call. โThe harder you fight, the tighter it tries to hold you. Justโwatch. Walk towards me.โ
โYouโre insane. You know that?โ he spits. But his eyes catch on your vineless body anyway.
โTrust me, Malfoy.โ
Thatโs a phrase you never imagined yourself saying to him.
โIt doesnโt want to hurt us,โ you whisper. โI donโt think.โ
He shakes his head. โThatโs not good enough for me.โ
Despite his words, Draco takes one step towards you. The vineโs hold loosens. Another step and it slips from his chest entirely.
โSee?โ you say, encouraged. โItโs biological nature is to keep its prey alive and well. It canโt force us to mate. It justโฆheavily suggests it.โ
โOf course it doesnโt force it,โ Draco sneers. โA plant canโt make me do anything I donโt want to do.โ But even as the words leave his lips, his eyes drop to the edge of your skirt. The hem suddenly feels six inches shorter, though you know it hasnโt shrunk.
Draco moves closer and the vines start to retreat, but he keeps a wary eye on them until they disappear into the Nest.
He glares at it, then at you. โWhat is that?โ
โItโs a hammock,โ you answer, eyes darting around for another escape route. โThe vine thinks it will make us more comfortable. Since itโs not all over us anymore, I say we try to appease it. Just a little.โ
โAppease it?โ He gasps. โYou want toโI canโt believe this. Thatโโ he gestures towards the jumble of vines. โCould be a swan down comforter with silk sheets. I donโt care, Iโm not going near it.โ
You roll your eyes. โMerlin, you donโt listen. Iโm not saying we go in the Nest. Iโm saying we justโฆpretend. Then we can make a run for it.โ
He doesnโt look convinced, so you turn to face him. โThis plant spreads pollen to encourage mating, right? But how does it know when itโs worked? Itโs not aware like we are.โ
His eyes narrow. โYour point?โ
โMy point isโฆitโs pheromones, right? With our heightened hormones right now, we might be able to trick it into thinking we're on board, and it will let it's guard down.โ Your stomach swoops with the words about to leave your tongue. โSo maybe if youโif weโโ
Dracoโs eyes snap to yours. โIf we what?โ
His tongue swipes over his lower lip, leaving it glistening in the moonlight.
Stupid fucking pollen.
You swallow hard. โI think we should kiss.โ
A beat of silence passes, the only sound your heartbeat kicking up, drumming in your ears.
โFine,โ he agrees.
That surprises you. You thought heโd gag at the very idea.
It must be the pollen, overriding his blatant hate for you and digging into his more urgent needs.
A shiver rolls down your spine at what those needs of his might be. Youโre feeling it too, of course. The effect of being so close to him.
Itโs only biological. To be drawn to a specimen of the opposite sex.
And why not Draco? Heโs tall, healthy, miles of lean muscle. He smells good, and heโs not bad to look at. Especially when his eyes do thatโflashing over at you thing, while his mouth quirks into a crooked smirkโฆ
No other reason. Right?
You donโt have time to debate this, however, because Dracoโs moving.
Youโre vaguely aware of the vine brushing your ankle, keeping you steady as he crowds your space, and thenโ
Your lips meet his.
Your breath catches at the warmth you werenโt expecting. And that warmthโฆblooms. Your lashes fall shut as your whole body seems to sigh at the touch, like heโs the cure to the dull ache in your limbs, the antidote to the burning in your core. Just a gentle caress turns the sharp heat into a molten lava that invades your bloodstream.
He groans softly into your mouth, and the sound alone makes you gasp. Next thing you know, youโre pressed against his chest. Whether by his arms around you, or your own feet carrying you, or the stupid fucking vine playing matchmaker, all you know is he smells like green apples and teakwood. Cold luxury, but with a hint ofโฆhome.
At the first taste of his tongue, your stomach swoops dangerously. As he slants his mouth further, exploring, kissing you deeper, your heart feels like itโs beating as fast as a Snitchโs wings.
Your hands find his hair. Itโs soft as silk between your fingers. A whimper escapes him and he breaks the kiss, head dropping back instinctively.
You watch through half-lidded eyes, taking in the way his wet lips gleam in the moonlight, blond lashes fluttering.
Merlin, heโs gorgeous.
His throat bobs on a swallow, and before you know it, your mouth is on his neck. He lets out a choked sound, something between a gasp and a groan, before jerking suddenly in your hold.
You stumble away, already missing the heat of his hands, lips buzzing like youโve just downed a shot of fire-whiskey.
Itโs him, you realize. Heโs your drug. And when he lurches backward, breathing hard, you feel as if heโs just taken your last fix.
His eyes stay pinned on you as he retreats. The vine stops him with a gentle pressure at his back, but he doesnโt even seem to notice. He lets it guide him toward the nest, stopping just beside it, his back hitting the wall.
You scramble back until your heels knock into the stone wall opposite him. The Nest sits between you, off to the right, tucked in the dark corner of the room.
โBrilliant plan,โ he grits out. โBloody brilliant.โ
And youโre back to square one.
โAh!โ Draco shouts, pointing at his wand lying on the ground between you. โYou crossed the boundary.โ
โI did not!โ you snap at him, eyes flashing. โI was just adjusting. My foot kicked it accidentallyโshitโwould you just shut up? Your voice makes it worse.โ
Over the last several minutes, you and Draco have tried everything under the sun to escape. The farthest you ever made it was all of ten feet. You did manage to retrieve Dracoโs wand, though. Which then started the slew of fire spells, sharp object summoning charms, and so on. An earthquake hex was threatened, but that couldโve brought the whole school down, so you couldnโt risk that.
Although it was considered for one briefโand selfishโmoment.
But none of it did a thing.
Turns out, this plant has some sort of magical resistance. Itโs so bad that he couldnโt even make a force field or proper line divider between you, so he placed his wand there instead.
Youโve slowly slid down into a heap on the floor, attempting to make yourself smaller, as if that might ease the ache building deep in your core. Itโs relentless, hot and gnawing, and you know itโs only going to get worse if you donโt come up with another plan soon.
Dracoโs sitting now too, half draped in shadow. His arms crossed over his crisp white button-down, and heโs still glaring at you as if this is all your fault. The one knee strategically placed in front of his groan is the only sign youโve gotten that the pollen is effecting him at all.
Bastard.
His tie is loose though, and his hair is tousled. Like it always is after a match. Thereโs no wind in here though, just the whisper of leaves and the steady drip of water.
No. Your hands are the only thing to blame for that.
Shit.
Now all you can think about is how soft his hair felt, how easily your fingers sank into it, and all the ways you could drag him closer by it, yanking his hot, wet mouth to yourโ
โWhat did I tell you about thinking those things?โ Draco says. You peek up to see his head hit the wall, eyes sliding shut.
โIโm not thinking anythingโโ
โStop lying, Nineteen.โ His nostrils flare, and his eyes snap open. Somehow, his pupils have grown even larger. โYou're so wet I can practically taste it from here.โ
Merlin. Your thighs press together instinctively.
โIโm not thinking anything that has to do with you,โ you snap. โExcept how much I hate you. How much I despise your face, how much I want to steal that Snitch from you every damn day, and how if I had to be here, I would rather it be anyone else other than you!โ
Your chest heaves as you catch your breath. But the way he looks at you makes your pulse spike all over again.
โIs that right?โ
His cheeks are flushed, the same way they are when heโs hot on the Snitchโs trail. Your slick walls flutter at the sight. Youโve always thought he looked good like that. All sweaty and warm, hair stuck to his forehead, eyes bright with a fire that matches yours.
Not that you would ever tell him, of course.
โWho would you want instead?โ he rasps. โMontague? Flint? I see the way you look at them on the pitch.โ He looks away for a second and drags his knuckles across his lips before his gaze snaps back to yours.ย โLucky for you, youโre trapped here with someone who can show a little restraint.โ
You bark out a laugh. โYou think youโre the only one here with restraint? Take one step toward me, Malfoy, and I swear Iโll hex you.โ
He grunts. โYou donโt have a wand.โ
Your head tips back with a quiet groan, your clit aching to be touched. You make another weak attempt to get away, but the vine catches you.
It doesnโt snap, claw, or hold you against your will. Rather it settles around your shoulders, brushing a waxy leaf along your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear before retreating again, as if to say, Stop fighting. Just look at him. Donโt you want to?
And somehow, thatโs worse.
Because you do.
Badly.
You find yourself looking at his hands. Your gaze drifts over the curve of hisย palms, the long lines of his fingers, the tension there, the veins, the control heโs barely holding onto andโyouโre salivating.
Snap out of it.
โItโs so hot in here, f-fuck,โ you whine, pawing at the collar of your shirt.
Draco eyes lock on you fingers. โTake that off and I swearโdonโt.โ
But your tie feels like itโs choking you, and your pulse booms in your ears. Your fingers keep loosening it. Draco curses.
You whimper. โThatโs not fair, you took yours off!โ
โStop talking. Merlin, justโโ he cuts himself off with a rough breath, his large palm grinding down into his erection beneath his slacks. โShut up.โ
You try to stay quiet. You really do.
But every shift of your body sends heat spiraling lower, making it harder to think. Every brush of your thighs squeezes your swollen clit, and has you gasping into the wall behind you.
Dracoโs breathing is uneven now, too, echoing faintly off the stone. He hasnโt been able to keep his hand off his dick, still hidden under his clothes.
Not that youโve been watching.
โI thinkโโ you swallow. โI think I have a plan.โ
Draco moans. โFine. Enlighten me.โ
โRemember what I said about the pheromones?โ You manage. โItโs clear kissing waโshitโwasnโt enough. Maybeโฆโ Your eyes drop to his erection.
โNo.โ
โDraco, weโre going to have to touch ourselves. Itโs the only way.โ
You expect him to be glaring at you, but when you look up, his eyes are on your legsโthat bare skin between your shoe and your skirt.
โFine.โ His throat bobs on a swallow. โYou first.โ
You barely have time to debate the ramifications of your actions. Your body burns, thick pressure building low and sharp.
You slip your hand under your skirt, straight under your panties. You inhale shakily, trying to steady yourself, but when your fingers meet a slickness like nothing youโve ever felt before, the breath leaves your lungs.
The sound of of your wetness fills the silence between you and Draco makes a low, strained sound.
You glance over at him and immediately wish you hadnโt.
Heโs taken his cock out, and heโs stroking it from base to tip. Itโs long. Thick enough to fill up his palm, and veiny. The tip is darker than the rest, and you just know, if you were to take him in your mouth and suckโyouโd feel his heartbeat against your tongue.
His jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded, like he tried to close them but his body wonโt let him. When he sighs and bucks his hips into his own fist your mouth runs dry.
Whatever cavern of distance used to exist between you is crumbling now. Itโs being burned away. Thereโs no space for it in this heat, this constant pull towards each other. Your skirt rides higher up on your thighs, and the cool air brushes your wet inner thighs.
After a minute, the relief starts to fade. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus. But your body wonโt cooperate. Your hips jerk back from your own touch, your clit bordering on overstimulation. You frown, plunging two fingers inside yourself to rub the ache away. But they feel like cold pencils in your pulsing channel.
The heat drags through your veins like hot cotton, begging for a deep release. But every brush of your arms against the cold stone behind you makes your elbows start to itch, and your very skin start to feel like a husk.
You need water. Noโnot water.
You need him.
Itโs almost as if your body is punishing you for doing it to yourself.
โItโs not w-working,โ you whimper, helpless.
Draco groans, his frustration evident in the bulging vein in his neck. His cock looks so angry in the dim light. He bites his lip in determination, and you watch his fist grip tighter. He only gets to three more strokes before heโs hissing with discomfort.
โThereโs got to be another way,โ he rasps, his hand dropping away.
You huff, so needy youโre almost on the verge of tears. โIโm thinking!โ
โWell, think harder.โ
You glare at him, dimly aware of how on display you are right now. Legs open and spread towards him, skirt barely concealing the way your fingers move against yourself. โMaybe I could if you could just shut your mouth for one damn second!โ
His voice is not helping. All low and deep, with a hint of a rasp curling around his accent, making your belly tighten.
In fact, none of this is helping. Silence fills the space between you, only broken by uneven breathing and the quiet rustle of the Nest.
When his eyes drop to your dripping cunt and you donโt even have the decency to close your legs, itโs like the pollen has overridden your higher thinking. Your knees widen instinctively, begging for him to look. To touchโฆ
Your composure slips further. And when he licks his lips, your lips actually part in preparation to ask for him.
Merlin, if this keeps up much longer, youโre not above begging if that what it takes. And begging Draco Malfoy for anything is beyond the lowest youโd ever thought youโd go.
You work yourself harder, but your fingertips feel like sandpaper against your soft folds, even as your arousal continues to leak steadily from you, your pussy desperate to be filled.
But that feels impossible.
A tear slips from the corner of your eye, and youโre helpless to stop it. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him, still chasing any kind of relief, begging for it to feel like something worth grabbing onto.
Somewhere, distantly, you think Draco might be saying something, but youโre not sure what. Your bodyโs honed in on the vibrations of his voice, the way he smellsโ
โNineteen.โ
Hearing your nickname snaps you back to reality.
You open your mouth to answer him, but no words come out. Little gasps punch out of your parted lips, hips twistingย and writhing, searching for friction. For heat. For him.
โTell me,โ he says firmly.
You turn your head. You can barely see him, your eyes refusing to open more than a sliver. Heโs leaning forward now, one knee planted on the ground.
โW-what?โ you rasp.
โYour planโthe pheromonesโshit.โ Then, quieter, he adds. โTell me how to make it stop hurting you.โ
Your eyes snap to his. Heโs watching you with that sharp focus youโve always admired about him. The look that says nothing is getting in the way of what he wants.
Youโre not sure exactly what makes him give in.
Maybe itโs the way your breaths come in soft pants that make the rise and fall of your breasts visible beneath your loosened tie. Maybe itโs the way your eyes drop to his lips, his neck, your tongue running over your teeth like youโre imagining how he tastes. It might be the ways your hips slant forward, knees falling open, your body begging even if you donโt have the words to.
But he must see it.
Because, he just says, โFuck.โ
His shoulders catch the moonlight as he shrugs out of his shirt in one smooth motion. Lines of lean muscle come into view, and you feel as if youโve been presented with a feast after almost starving to death.
Malfoyโs always had a very determined walk. A powerful stride, one that commands attention. Youโve seen in in the halls, backed by his loyal little following. Youโve watched him stride towards the Quidditch cup, shoulders back, chest high.
But right nowโheโs not walking.
Heโs crawling.
Towards you.
โClose your eyes. If it helps,โ he says before his hand meets your ankle and heโs bowing in front of you.
Something deep in your mind catches on those words, but heโs yanking your panties the rest of the way down your legs, and the heat of his mouth against your core whisks your thoughts away.
The second his tongue finds your clit you canโt help but cry out. Your head tips back against the stone, the relief so immediate itโs almost staggering. Draco attacks you with warm, lascivious licks that arenโt meant to soothe, despite his words. Theyโre meant to claim.
Your hands dig into the mossy floor beneath you, arching your hips up for him. His strong, hot tongue parts your folds like itโs his lifeโs work. The view of his back muscles shifting and stretching in the moonlight as he makes out with your pussy is so seductive to you itโs nearly frightening.
In fact, it is.
Frightening.
โI hate you,โ you grit out, not even entirely sure where it came from. Just a need to set things back in order, even as heโs unraveling you.
He groans against your clit, the vibration licking up your spine.
โSay it again.โ
You gasp, caught between resisting and wanting more, even as your pelvis shoves forward and you grind into him like youโre in heat. His tongue dives lower and when his nose nudges your clit, you nearly scream. Your orgasm rises like something sharp. Itโs so powerful of a burn, of an ache, you find yourself scrambling backwards in an attempt to get away from the promise of such delirious pleasure.
Merlin, you need it. More than youโve ever needed anything in your entire fucking lifeโ
It scares you how much.
But Draco just hums against the pulls on his hair and follows you anyway, scuffling forward on the stone ground, gripping your hips and spearing his tongue deep inside you.
โMalfoy, Iโm gonnaโoh, fuckkkโโ
โThatโs it,โ he says, and the sound of him quietly speaking against your slick folds nearly does you in.ย โScream my name, Nineteen. N-needโfuckโwanna hear you say it like that.โ
The soft rasp of his voice, and the two long fingers being pushed inside you send you straight over the edge.
The release pulls you under in waves. Dark, pulsing tidal waves that drive deep through your pelvis, erasing through your body until the pleasure nearly blinds you. You feel yourself going rigid in his hands, thighs trembling against his soft hair, but he just hauls you through it, like a lighthouse in a storm. Strong, steady, and never stopping until youโre jolting and gasping, crying out in relief.
But the second your orgasm fades, the heat rushes in again. The fever. Itโs back, and with vengeance this time.
Sweat beads your forehead and your vision swims, but you look up just in time to see Malfoy scramble backwards like you burned him.
You frown. โDraโwhat?โ
He throws a hand out, pressing himself against the opposite wall.ย โDonโt come closer.โ
A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. The heat is different now. Instead of feeling like a thread about to snap, your body has narrowed down to one singular need.
Breed.
Your fingers fly to your shirt without you telling them to, unbuttoning your shirt with ease. You feel the way your breasts move with your harsh breaths, but your gaze is locked on him. And when you drop down to all fours and slink forward, Draco looks like heโs going to have a heart attack.
โMerlinโI canโt.โ he chokes out. โI canโt even think about it.โ
Your gut feels like itโs been punched. Is he so disgusted by the thought that he canโt even look at you?
Does he truly not want you? Was that some sort ofโฆpityโ
You canโt even finish that thought.
You slink backwards until youโre half in shadow. He must see the look on your face because his head falls back against the wall on a groan. You can smell his sweat in the air and itโs making you downright feral even though you can barely look at him from embarrasement.
โI canโt think about it, because if I do, then Iโll do it,โ he says. โAnd if I do itโฆI donโt know if Iโll be able to stop.โ
Control. Thatโs always been Malfoyโs vice, hasnโt it?
This situation is probably his worst nightmare.
Not for the first time, something plucks on your heart strings deep under your ribs. Heโs scared of losing it? You can give it back to him.
Slowly, and with deliberate care, you cross the boundary. The wand clatters somewhere to the side. Draco watches as you crawl to him, his eyes raking over you, a mixture of pain and hunger in his eyes.
You can only imagine what you look like.
Hair mussed, left in just a lace bra and soaked panties, your skirt hanging loose on your hips.
โThen donโt,โ you murmur.
Your voice is so quiet in the stillness, but it spears through him all the same. Your gazes click together like magnets.
He shakes his head, chest heaving. โYou donโt mean that. Itโs just the fucking plant dustโโ
He stops short when your hands settle on his knees, gently forcing them apart to make room for yourself. Your breath catches when you drop your gaze to see his cock sitting heavy and hard against his lower stomach. It twitches under your watchful gaze and your mouth waters.
Carefully, you settle into his lap.
He exhales sharply, and his hands find your soft skin, undoing your bra before you can even blink. Testament to a lot of practice, youโre sure.ย
You donโt have the strength to be self-conscious. You just need him. Now. Even so, somewhere through the lust-filled haze, you remember his words.
โThe plant just lowersโโ your breath hitches as his teeth find the soft skin of your neck. โโyour inhibitions. It canโt make you fuck someone you donโtโฆw-want.โ
โHow do you know so much about this?โ he groans into your hair. โWhy are you soโโ
โWhat? So smart?โ
โYou wish.โ
The words barely brush your ear before you lean back to get a better look at him. Youโve barely straightened by the time his mouth is on your tits.
You cry out as he swirls his hot, greedy tongue around your nipples, sucking on the hard buds until youโre panting. Your clit swells and you bite your lip, threading your fingers through his hair. The first rock of your hips has you both groaning.ย
You grind down on him again and you nearly black out at the feeling of his bare length sliding through your slick folds. You reach between you to tug his slacks down further. His balls are heavy in your hand, and he grunts, shoving himself up into you.
โMerlinโI canโtโโ he chokes out, mouth leaving your tits as his palms fly up and dig into his eye sockets.
Without thinking, you lean forward and kiss his fingers one by one. His bare chest stutters against yours at the softness of it, and when you slip his thumb into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it eagerly, he drops his hands.
You look down to find him staring up at you with a familiar expression. You make that face. When you're seconds away from catching the Snitch.
You swear you can feel every vein in his dick, so hot and hard against you as you grind your slick cunt against him. Itโs instinct to drop your head and search for his mouth with yours, but you pull back at the last second. That last thread of lucidity coming back to haunt you.
This is your rival.
For a second you just breathe each other in, mouths parted, groaning and writhing into the other, but when the blunt head of his cock catches on your entrance, your hips react on their ownโcircling, pelvis arching, body begging in a primal, secret language you donโt fully understand.
And he moves with youโmeeting you there with the deep urges of his own.
His hips donโt snap into you, brutal and deep. Instead, they slide. Back and forth. His hands clamp onto your hips, holding you still in his lap as he eases the tip in and out, letting your slick coat him until youโre ready to take the whole thing.ย
The way his body moves speaks to something primal and powerful in you. How his sweaty muscles bunch and tense, and his hands dig into your skin at your hips, your thighs, your waistโ itโs better than anything you couldโve imagined.
โThis doesnโt mean anything,โ he growls into your ear.
You nod frantically, clenching around him.
In one long thrust, Draco fills you up. The stretch is breathtaking. Literally. Heโs so long that his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, sending you mewing and clawing at his hair, his shoulders, just to stay afloat through the pleasure.
Heโs not fairing much better.
Heโs growling and moaning, his cock jerking desperately in your slick walls as he pulls back just far enough to yank your hips back down to meet his.
Sounds spill out of you. They might be words, youโre not sure. But the next thing you know, cold stone meets your back, and Dracoโs warm body is spread out over you. His thrusts grow heavier and deeper. You can feel the way your body tries to hold onto him, clenching and fluttering desperately, even as your arousal makes it easy for him to slide so deep.
Youโve never been this wet in your life. And now, youโre wondering, if itโs from the pollen, or if itโs just from him. Because youโve never had sex this good, and thatโs saying something.
Your bodies justโฆmove together. Like theyโre one of a kind puzzle pieces meant to fit. The give and take is so instinctual itโs almost unbearable how good it is.
โFuck, you take me so well,โ Draco pants, a lock of hair falling over his sweaty brow. โKnew you would.โ
You throw your head back, your ankle finding solace in his lower back, sealing him to you and begging for more. Your body gives into the heat, the pleasure cresting and pulling you into something dangerously strong. So strong youโre worried your body might not survive it.
โSo pretty on the pitch,โ he groans, seemingly unable to stop from talking. โMerlin, I justโI lose the bloody Snitch every time you look at me.โ
That does it.
Your orgasm rushes through your body like lightning. Your spine snaps straight, muscles clenching down with a pulse you feel everywhere. A moan leaves your chest, so loud youโve probably woken the whole damn castle, but youโre too gone to care.
Draco makes a rough sound against the skin of your neck. โHolyโfuck, Iโm gonnaโwhere should Iโโ
โInside,โ you gasp. โPlease. Please, Draco. I need it. P-pleaseโโ
โAh, fuckโโ His mouth seals against your throat, nose brushing the pulse point below your ear. โNeed you.โ
He jerks hard, once, twice, and then heโs spilling inside you. Your body seems to understand, back arching, pulling him deeper with your ankle as he stills and lets out a groan that curls low in your belly, and will certainly live on in every wet dream you have from here on out.
The fever fades like a receding tide. You blink, slowly coming back to yourself. Your clit is throbbing, and your pulse is still hammering, but strangely you feel...lighter somehow.
Like maybe the last few years of tension between you and your rival finally needed to snap.
You turn to him. Heโs on his knees, breathing hard, buttoning up his pants. He looks up at you, and something in his eyes softens.
โWhat did you mean?โ You find yourself asking. โWhen you told me to close my eyes earlier?โ
He shrugs, reaching for his shirt.
โWell, you said youโd rather be here with anyone else. I justโโ he looks away, suddenly seeming very interested in the way the Nest is unraveling like it did its job, and the stray vine thatโs currently retrieving his wand for him.
You donโt let him finish.
You lurch forward and grab his face, pulling his lips to yours.
This time, he doesnโt hesitate a second before meeting your mouth. He kisses you back, long and hard, digging his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. You exhale into it, something long unsaid passing between you.ย But itโs not enough. You still need to say the words.
So, you break the kiss first. He blinks down at you, eyes dark, hair mussed.
โI only think about you, Malfoy,โ you whisper in the shared air between you. โOn or off the pitch, itโs only you.โ
He leans down and brushes his lips across yours. โI still hate you, Nineteen.โ
You reward him by deepening the kiss. He answers it, slower this time, but no less intense. When he finally pulls back, youโre already smiling.
