Harry Potter and the Passionate Revelare Potion

"So let's talk about this," Neville said and walked up to Hermione, Ron and Harry, who didn't like the situation at all. Neville eyed them all once again and looked both embarrassed and angry at the same time. He clearly didn't like people talking about him behind his back and would rather face a less comfortable situation than avoid it and have people dish about it.

"Where should we start? From the beginning, right Harry?" Neville said and sat down on the arm of the chair in which Ron sat. Harry mumbled something, but Neville didn't care what he might reply.

"Why don't you tell me what they know so far, Harry?" Neville said.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Neville," Harry said.

"Why not? Don't want people to know I kissed you? Neither do I, for the time being, so therefore we sort this out right now and keep it to ourselves from the time this conversation is ended to the time we lie in wooden boxes six feet under ground, alright? Alright!" Neville said, angry, with his face growing a more intense red colour. Harry sighed, but since Neville didn't know he'd told them he'd seen Neville in Greenhouse number eight the previous night, Harry thought it best not to mention that part. So he went directly for the kissing part.

"I found Neville in Greenhouse number eight this morning, with his robes burnt from Dungbombs and Smoke Screamers that someone, probably a Slytherin, threw in to the Greenhouse, probably to mess with Neville. I helped him up and dusted some of the soot off him and when I was checking his cut on his cheek to see if it was healing or not... You kissed me," Harry said and looked at Neville.

"Why... did you kiss him, Neville?" asked Hermione carefully. She didn't want to upset Neville more than he already was. Neville blared at her.

"I thought he was coming on to me when he examined the cut on my cheek, alright? I didn't know I had a cut there and when someone suddenly touches your face in such a gentle and... unbelievably sexy way and you don't know why then what are you supposed to think?" Neville said. Ron shuddered at the "unbelievably sexy" part, but he tried to hide it.

"So you are gay then, Nev?" Ron asked. Neville didn't meet his eye and shrugged.

"I don't know. I've never... been sexual with anyone yet and my feelings for either sex aren't the easiest to untangle," Neville said.

"And what where you doing out at that time in the morning anyway, Harry?" Neville asked. Harry was surprised at the question. He didn't expect it, even if he should have.

"Erh... I woke up early and... saw you weren't in bed so I decided to go looking for you. I remembered a fourth-year Hufflepuff say he saw you out by Greenhouse number eight last night so I guessed that you might still be there," Harry said. It wasn't a complete lie, but Harry didn't like to tell the reason as to why he'd been looking for Neville that night. Neville looked like he was thinking about something important. He seemed to swallow Harry's story, but Harry didn't think that was what he was concerned about.

"Hang on. You woke up early again, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry answered bluntly.

"Was it another one of... those dreams," Ron said. Harry noticed that both Neville and Hermione seemed interested in Ron's, otherwise easy do discard, question. Why was it so hard to hide things these days? Harry thought to himself.

".... Yes," Harry admitted. Ron and Neville couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Harry might have involuntary gay sex dreams. Hermione on the other hand seemed troubled.

"To be honest... I've had them every night since the first time I told Neville about it," Harry continued and felt his cheeks turn red.

"Is it about the same thing every night?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"I mean the exact same dream? Down to the very last detail?"Hermione said very sternly. "Down to the pattern of the wall paper," Harry said.

"And what happens?" Hermione asked. Harry felt slightly offended by her question.

"Don't you think that's a bit private?" he said.

"This might not be a natural dream, Harry, so no. It's not that private," Hermione said. This got everyone very interested indeed.

"What do you mean?" Harry said, worried.

"Tell me about the dream first, Harry, and I'll explain later," she said.

Harry told every part of the dream and felt more embarrassed than he'd felt on many occasions.

"And who is it under the covers?" Ron asked excited.

"I never find out. I always wake up before I find out and when I do I have..." Harry hesitated. He couldn't talk about his enormous erections that he always had after he woke up and certainly not that he had to masturbate to "cure" it. But Hermione insisted.

"You have what, Harry?" she asked. Harry's cheeks were tomato red.

"Oh come on, Harry! I'm a big girl. I can take it," she exclaimed. Harry sighed and scratched his neck.

"Erh... I have a... a massive lob-on!" Harry said and hunched back in to his chair. Ron and Neville laughed high and heartily and Neville even lost balance and nearly fell off the arm of Ron's chair.

< style="text-indent: 0.00mm; text-align: left; line-height: 4.166667mm; color: Black; background-color: White; "> "Oh come off it, you twats!" Harry shouted at them. Then he noticed that Hermione had a hard time stifling her laughter too. He shot her a look of pure poison and she got a grasp of herself and told Ron and Neville to shut up, which they, eventually, did. Hermione cleared her throat before asking her next question.

"Do you... erhm... do you have to... when you wake up and you have your... erh... problem, do you have to, you know... relieve yourself?" Hermione asked. And now she was the one with a red face. Harry was beyond the point of getting embarrassed; he simply sighed and let his head fall limp between his shoulders and stare at the floor.

"Never before have I felt such a raw primal need as when I wake up these mornings," he said. "Oh! So that's why you have that toilet roll on your nightstand?" Ron said as if he'd been wondering about that for ages.

"Oh God, Ron! Isn't that obvious? Did you have to humiliate me further?" Harry said. Ron looked miffed, but didn't say anything.

"Now tell me what this might be, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione sat up in the sofa.

"It could be a Mare. They are ghosts that usually suck the energy out of young men's bodies, using sexual energy to be exact." Hermione said. Harry scowled. He put his hands on each side of his temples and rubbed them, trying to think rationally.

"So how do we make it stop?" Harry asked. Hermione thought about it for a while. Then Neville got an idea.

"Why don't me and Ron keep an eye out tonight to see if we see if it is this Mare creature? They can be seen like normal ghosts, can't they?" Neville asked.

"I think they can be seen, but there is something about them that makes them different from being seen like normal ghosts. I can't remember what, though," Hermione said. Ron bounced to his feet.

"Let's ask Professor Lupin about it! I'll bet my sack that he knows what to do," he said.

They didn't have Defence against the Dark Arts until Friday and Harry and Hermione had no luck in getting to talk to Lupin alone; neither did Ron and Neville. So they had to ask him during class.

"Thank God we don't have Defence against the Dark Arts together with the Slytherins," Harry said as they had breakfast on Friday morning. The chirping of owls filled the Great Hall as the post was delivered. Everybody got curious as a pink, perfumed letter was dropped into Ron's plate of bacon and eggs. He hid it as soon as he saw the senders' name and his cheeks turned red, but he tried to act as he'd not even got anything.

"So...Who's that letter from, then?" Harry asked smiling.

"What letter?" Ron said, getting redder.

"That pink letter," Hermione said.

"Perfumed letter," Neville said. Ron tried to act as if he didn't hear them and went on eating his bacon and eggs. But he could feel their looks burn in his face and finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"None of your business!" he exclaimed, making everyone turn their heads to see what was happening, and left the Great Hall.

"Oh my! What's her problem?" Neville said in a very gay voice making everyone at the Gryffindor table laugh.

"Yes, Hermione?" Professor Lupin said as he no longer could ignore her hand waving in the air. Hermione took down her hand and cleared her throat.

"What exactly is a Mare, Professor?" she asked. Lupin looked a bit surprised as it had nothing to do with what they were talking about.

"A Mare?" he asked. Hermione nodded.

"Well, they are semi demons who prey upon the sexual energy of young men during their sleep. Why do you ask that, Miss Granger?" Lupin counter asked.

"Just curious," she said.

"How can you tell if you are a victim of one?" she asked. Lupin looked a little irritated.

"If you have re-occurring erotic dreams and you start to feel tired every day, as if you hadn't slept at all, then that is a strong sign you are the victim of a Mare," Lupin said and was just about to go on with what he was saying when Hermione interrupted him.

"How do you know for sure and how do you get rid of them?" Hermione said. Lupin was really irritated now.

"For God's sake, Miss Granger! If I tell you will you stop asking questions about it?" he said. Hermione nodded.

"Alright! To be totally one hundred percent sure you are the victim of a Mare, you have to get two friends to keep an eye out for you during the night. But in order for them to see the Mare, who would be hovering over the victim and glowing in a sharp light, they would have to be sexually aroused. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to see a thing. And to get rid of the Mare there are three different curses that have to be spoken at the same time by three different people when the Mare is feeding on the victim. And those curses can be found in the "Curses against Ghosts and other especially naughty Spectral beings", book five. Now let me get on with the lesson, Miss Granger," Lupin said and continued reading from his book to the class. Hermione met Harry's eye and they both smiled and were positively gitty. Now it was time to get rid of Harry's personal torturer.

Harry, Neville and Ron had a busy time, at least they thought they did, to keep Dean and Seamus out of "the operation", as Ron called it, that was going to take place that same night. They had decided that Ron and Neville were the ones that were going to try and see the Mare and Hermione was busy finding the curses to do away with the Mare. Harry was just happy he was finally getting rid of the damned dreams. It had seemed as if the day had been a year long before "the operation" could take place, but when it finally was time, Harry had a hard time sleeping. Dean and Seamus were already hard asleep and Ron and Neville sat in their beds, with semi lob-ons, waiting for Harry to sleep.

"Are you sleeping yet?" Ron whispered.

"Oh shut up, Ron! How am I supposed to fall asleep if you keep asking me whether or not I'm awake?" Harry snarled back. He still thought it strange; Neville and Greenhouse number eight. What had he been doing in there? What had almost worn off? Harry had enough to think of with Voldemort's return and the brewing war. He wasn't worried about Voldemort seeing into his mind again as he was quite good at Occlumency and had finished his training just before he went back to Hogwarts this year. Snape had been sent to 4 Privet Drive over the summer to teach Harry and Harry had never thought he'd appreciate Snape's company, but when Snape had told both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon off at the breakfast table, Harry had felt so happy that those two bats finally got a good yelling. So what if Dumbledore had sent Snape a Howler seconds later? That was only twice the joy for Harry! His three least favourite people in the world, except for Dudley and Dolores Umbridge of course, getting told off in the lapse of two minutes. He'd gladly skip Christmas this year because he'd already got the best present ever.

Before Ron and Neville knew it, Harry had fallen asleep. They started to masturbate in their own beds as Hermione had instructed them, under great embarrassment, and they kept their eyesn Harry.

"Doesn't this feel a little weird, Neville?" Ron whispered while beating off.

"What?" Neville asked, he too beating off.

"Well, here we're watching our best friend sleep and we are jacking off to it! Doesn't that strike you as a little odd? I mean, it's like I'm pleasing myself to Harry's image and that I would never do voluntarily," Ron said slightly horror struck.

"Well, I've jacked off to stranger scenarios," Neville said, shrugging. Ron eyed him.

"Please. Do not tell me those scenarios. I couldn't live with the images they'd inflict in my mind," Ron said. Neville giggled. Then, the door to the dormitory creaked open and Hermione stepped in to the room wearing her night-gown and a gigantic book plus her wand. Ron and Neville hid their penises deeper under their covers.

"Already in full action, are we?" Hermione said giggling at them.

"Shut up," Ron said. Hermione giggled some more and got over to the centre of the floor and turned the pages of the book until she got to the page where the curses against Mares could be found. She got her wand out and waved it a little sending dark purple sparks from it.

"Ok. I'm ready. Do you see anything yet?" she asked. Ron and Neville shook their heads. Hermione sighed.

"You're probably not turned on enough," she said.

"Well, it is fucking hard to get hot from jacking off to your best friend sleeping, you know!" Ron said.

Suddenly they heard moaning noises from Harry's bed. They watched in great anticipation as neither of them had seen a Mare before and didn't quite know what to expect. Maybe it was in the form of a human or an animal or maybe even something that they could hardly fathom. They watched Harry moan and grunt in pleasure for several minutes.

"He sure does look like he's enjoying it," Ron said.

"He sure does," Hermione said. Suddenly Harry made a toss with his leg and kicked half of his cover off him and they could all see his huge erection inside his underpants. Hermione turned around, cheeks red, and Ron gave out a stifled "Errrgh!", but both Ron and Hermione could now hear Neville's hand beating faster and a lot harder under his own covers and as they looked at him they barely recognised him. His face was one of pure lust! He obviously liked what he saw.

"Aw, gross! And you say you don't know if you're gay or straight?" Ron said and averted his eyes. His erection flattened immediately.

"I can't do this, Hermione. I'm sorry, but there's no way I can get a boner in this scenario!" Ron said. Hermione made a discontent noise and walked over to him. She pulled away his covers, revealing his not so impressive penis, and as he was about to pull the covers back over himselfhellip;

"Petrificus Totalus!" Ron's upper body got slammed down and his body was stiff.

"If you can't do this to help Harry then I'll have to do it for you!" she said irritated and began stroking Ron's limpness. Only Ron's eyes could move and he watched her pull on him and it didn't take long before he was rockhard. Neville was mesmerised by Harry's bucking hips and couldn't care less about what Ron and Hermione was doing.

"I'll take the spell off you now and you'd better do a good job for Harry's sake," Hermione said and flicked her wand in Ron's forehead.

"Finite Incantatem," she said and Ron could move again. He looked at her shocked, but didn't say anything. She backed away and stood in the same place as before, wand ready. Ron was still looking at her in awe.

"Well? Get going!" she told him and he immediately started whacking like crazy. After about five minutes nothing had ed.

"Do you see anything yet?" Hermione asked impatiently. Neville and Ron shook their heads. "This is worthless! It'll be dawn in thirty minutes and still nothing!" she said and fought the urge to smash something to pieces.

Then, Harry woke up! He hadn't even looked around before he thrust his right hand down his underpants and violently masturbated. Hermione turned her eyes, but there was Ron masturbating! She turned again and there was Neville, drooling.

"Oh God! I'm leaving this nest of lust!" she exclaimed and took up the book and exited the boys dormitory. Harry gave out an enormous gasp as he ejaculated and Neville joined him. Harry heard Neville and looked over to his bed and saw Neville stroking his large belly and panting for air with a member that was slowly shrinking. He saw Harry looking at him and he met his eye.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Neville asked. Harry was repulsed and sat up and grabbed the toilet roll and quickly got rid of his mess.

"Did it work?" he asked Ron, but got no answer. He looked over at Ron and saw that Ron seemed to be in a world of his own.

"Ron? RON?" Harry said trying to get his attention.

"It's no use, Harry. He's still hyped up about what Hermione did to him," Neville said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Ron couldn't get it up with so much male action around him so..." Neville said.

"So?" Harry asked.

"She gave him a handjob," Neville snickered. Harry was shocked. More shocked than he'd ever been in his life.

But the Mare hadn't been seen, in spite of both Neville and Ron's arousal. So what went wrong? Or was it even a Mare they were dealing with? Harry didn't know, but he'd be damned if he didn't find out soon!