Dec03, Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, Reactions
Title: Reactions
Author: xocoatldreams
Fandom: HP
Pairings: Pre-Draco/Harry
Rating: PGish
A/N: Bit more than a drabble *shrugs*
Follows Perfect
He was burning. His skin was on fire, blood boiling and nothing seemed to ease the agony. He writhed against the sheets on the hospital bed, Madame Pomfrey standing vigil over him.
"What's wrong with him now?" Snape asked, gliding into the room.
"He's taken a reaction to something," Poppy said quietly, sending a quick burst of cool air toward the bed.
"To what?" Snape snapped. When Poppy didn't answer he growled. "I need to know if I'm to find a cure."
"I don't know," she admitted. "The last time I saw something like this was due to a lust potion."
"That would be just like him," sneered Snape, glaring down at the twisting form on the bed.
Poppy glared at him, cowing him a bit. "No, it's not. Besides, there are no potions other than the nutrient potions I give him in his system." She spread her hands. "I really don't know what's wrong."
Snape pulled his wand and waited for her nod of approval before casting several spells. When the results came back he blanched.
"Severus?" Poppy questioned softly, leading the stunned man to another bed. "What's wrong? What did you find?"
"I'm afraid this might have been my fault," he said slowly.
"What?"
"I made Mr. Malfoy a new cologne," Snape explained hollowly, staring at the occupant of the other bed. "There's some rather exotic ingredients in it that cause the scent to change based on the wearer."
"And Harry's reacting to it," she sighed. "How do we deal with this?"
"You said it's acting like a lust potion?" She nodded. "There's only one way to deal with the affects of a lust potion."
Red filled the mediwitch's face. "You can't mean?"
"Oh, I do," Snape said, looking sick. "My godson has to have sex with the Boy-Who-Lived."
Author: xocoatldreams
Fandom: HP
Pairings: Pre-Draco/Harry
Rating: PGish
A/N: Bit more than a drabble *shrugs*
Follows Perfect
He was burning. His skin was on fire, blood boiling and nothing seemed to ease the agony. He writhed against the sheets on the hospital bed, Madame Pomfrey standing vigil over him.
"What's wrong with him now?" Snape asked, gliding into the room.
"He's taken a reaction to something," Poppy said quietly, sending a quick burst of cool air toward the bed.
"To what?" Snape snapped. When Poppy didn't answer he growled. "I need to know if I'm to find a cure."
"I don't know," she admitted. "The last time I saw something like this was due to a lust potion."
"That would be just like him," sneered Snape, glaring down at the twisting form on the bed.
Poppy glared at him, cowing him a bit. "No, it's not. Besides, there are no potions other than the nutrient potions I give him in his system." She spread her hands. "I really don't know what's wrong."
Snape pulled his wand and waited for her nod of approval before casting several spells. When the results came back he blanched.
"Severus?" Poppy questioned softly, leading the stunned man to another bed. "What's wrong? What did you find?"
"I'm afraid this might have been my fault," he said slowly.
"What?"
"I made Mr. Malfoy a new cologne," Snape explained hollowly, staring at the occupant of the other bed. "There's some rather exotic ingredients in it that cause the scent to change based on the wearer."
"And Harry's reacting to it," she sighed. "How do we deal with this?"
"You said it's acting like a lust potion?" She nodded. "There's only one way to deal with the affects of a lust potion."
Red filled the mediwitch's face. "You can't mean?"
"Oh, I do," Snape said, looking sick. "My godson has to have sex with the Boy-Who-Lived."