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The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

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[ James Barnes, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, often felt like he had the worst luck, even before he took on this dreaded position. He was normally capable of getting out of those sticky situations with some skill, but today, he had seemed to meet his match. As he had been cleaning out some of the old samples of toxic magical substances that he used for demonstrations with the advanced students, a vial had fallen to the floor and rolled out of his reach.

He had been about to head down to grab it from the ladder he had been standing on - thankfully, it hadn't cracked or shattered, releasing its contents. As he grabbed it, though, he heard someone enter the room, and as he looked up, he saw it was Tim. Was it time for his private lessons already? ]

Prompt as usual.

[ Tim paused in the doorway for a second, stalled by the unusual sight of Professor Barnes crouched down. It was just a bit distracting to see the usually kind of intimidating teacher in... that position, and for a second he wondered if he'd interrupted something, but it was quickly evident that he was just reaching for something that had fallen to the ground.

He shrugged off the greeting remark about his punctuality with a small, self-deprecating smile and a quiet heh, and moved into the classroom proper, the door closing behind him. He did always try to be on time, but that wasn't uncommon for Ravenclaws, really. ]

I didn't mean to interrupt your spring cleaning, professor. What's that?

[ Bucky, as only the people closest to him called him (therefore, meaning almost no one at Hogwarts currently), looked down to the vial he was still holding out in that metallic hand of his and grimaced just a bit. ]

A messy toxin from a rare plant on Cyprus. Nothing deadly, but the effects are messy to deal with. [ He hesitated for a second - with any other student, he wouldn't have given out what it could do, but this was Tim, who- as far as Bucky could tell, was good and studious. If secretive. ]

It causes incapacitating desire. Anyone who breathes it in will have only one goal in mind for a few hours. [ And, in light of his previous estimation of Tim, he held out the vial- which had an almost imperceptible crack from its previous fall. ]

You can examine it, if you like. Just make sure it stays shut.

[ Tim took the vial gingerly, more because of the contents than the fact that it was held in the professor's odd metallic hand - he'd gotten used to that quickly. He handled the small glass tube with a careful respect, turning it over in his hands to study the innocuous-looking pollen inside. ]

Oh... that's an interesting effect. Did it develop it out of self defence?

[ Potential predators would be too busy running off in the throes of desire to eat the plant, after all... as he thought about that, he flushed very faintly. He didn't notice the crack, as tiny and barely visible as it was, because he had his thumb on it when he turned the vial, unknowingly smearing some of the fine pollen directly onto his skin. ]

I guess it would be useful for love potions. How much do you need to breathe in for it to take effect?

Partly, and now I know you've been studying. [ To which he offered Tim a grin. Sometimes he wondered just what the kid might be getting up to after hours, but so far, it hasn't resulted in anything dangerous. ] The natural form is a bit stickier, like pollen. It also produces euphoria, so its victims end up seeking more of it out until it reaches critical levels. So it uses them for pollination, rather than the usual agents like bees and butterflies.

[ As for the love potion question, it resulted in Bucky shifting his weight back as he crossed his arms; he was more familiar with people using it directly, slipping it into drinks in the like, but it would lend some edge to a love potion, wouldn't it? ]

Normally? Only a pinch or two would be enough to feel the effects - and they don't go away until you've satisfied the itch a few times. With how old that sample is? The whole vial might not even be enough to affect two people. [ Like two people who might not have been noticing the crack spreading on the vial. ]

[ Whoops. Tim offered Professor Barnes a deliberately sheepish smile in return for that grin - it wasn't exactly a secret that he spent a lot of time in the library, studying things that might not have been entirely within the bounds of the school curriculum. Ravenclaws were supposed to be knowledge-craving nerds, though. ]

Eh-heh, well, not this plant specifically, sir. But there's always a reason that plants or creatures evolve the way they do, and it's - interesting to find those reasons out. [ Which sounded a little bit like the way a muggle scientist might put it, but there was always a reason for things, even magical creatures. ]

So this is the refined form... [ He was just going to tilt the vial and give it a little shake, gently, but enough to stir the contents up. It was fine enough that it was almost invisible when it was mixing with the air rather than collecting at one end of the vial, and Tim frowned slightly as he realised how easy that would make it to use in its pure form. Of course he didn't notice the crack spreading, or the fine particles seeping out even faster as he agitated the contents, but... was it getting warm in here, or was it just him? He tugged absently at his tie to loosen it slightly. ]

That sounds pretty strong - and potentially embarrassing. [ That flush in his cheeks was going nowhere, no matter how delicately either of them addressed the matter of satisfying the itch. ] It's a good thing this sample is sealed up, even if it's old enough to be weaker.

It serves its purpose for those who know how to use it well. [ Though, the definition of well would clearly vary from person to person and be highly suspect in this case. He never doubted that it could be used for personal, carnal gains, but he also knew it was too unpredictable on its own. Sometimes the quietest victim would become the boldest under its effects. That was why it was preferred more for distractions in the work he did before he came to Hogwarts.

The powder that was already leaking out was starting to make Bucky's nose itch, and his face feel warmer than usual. It wasn't enough to make him suspect, considering they were still in a warmer part of the year. ]

And it's going to be disposed of, so then we can get to your lesson. [ Bucky offered his hand out for the vial, unaware that it was about ready to crack open at the slightest jostle. ]

[ Tim picked up on the implication that those who didn't know how to use it well should probably leave it alone - that, along with the professor's earlier statement about how the toxin could have messy results, made him wonder if Bucky had seen someone make a mistake in using it, and just how badly wrong it had gone. But the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was notoriously close-mouthed when it came to his past, so Tim had a feeling that his curiousity would have to go unanswered. He'd already learned a lot about the stuff, anyway. ]

So you were doing the spring-cleaning. [ It was a bad joke, entirely self-referential to earlier in their conversation, but he quirked a small smile anyway. He nodded and handed over the vial, letting it drop lightly into Bucky's open hand. It wasn't a careless gesture, really, it was just that he was suddenly oddly reluctant to touch Bucky's hand, the thought of it making something similar to embarrassment bubble up inside him for some reason - and under ordinary circumstances one of Hogwarts' vials would have stood up to the slight drop and gentle impact just fine, anyway.

But with the barely visible crack spreading like a spider-web through the glass, that was all it took for the tube to finally break open, releasing the pollen inside much more rapidly. ]

Guilty as char- [ Bucky's words were cut off by the faint crack of glass as the vial split open in his hands and the fine contents spread almost like a gas. The smell would have been sweet at first, like the pollen from any pungent flower, if only a bit weaker from age. The effects would have hit a lot harder at that point, and Bucky already felt the heat starting to roll through his bloodstream.

Fuck.

Bucky looked from the vial up to Tim's face, hoping for just one foolish second that he hadn't breathed any of it in, but he knew they were too close for that to be the case. ]

This- Tim. We might have a problem here. [ No shit. Bucky grimaced and tried his best to pull away from Tim so he could just- dispose of the glass before things escalated. It was a possibility he knew and dreaded, and after he cast the glass into a bin, he stood by his desk gripping at its edge, trying not to look back at Tim. If he did, he knew he'd slip down a road he couldn't turn back from. ]

Do you have someone here at the school- that you're intimate with?

[ The crack of glass was so unexpected that Tim just stood staring for a moment, his eyes widening when he finally realised just what happened. He covered his nose and mouth with his hands, but it was already too late, and the fine pollen seeped through the gaps between his fingers anyway. He could feel the heat starting to spread through him, an inexorable warmth that left him restless.

He tried to focus and listen to Bucky's words - surely, the professor would know what to do, so he should stay calm and just listen and it would be okay.

So he thought, until Bucky asked him that. ]

I, um... [ He stalled, letting his hands drop from his face and glancing away for a second. Did he have... someone like that? What he and Aomine did sometimes - or rather, what Aomine did to him, most of the time - it was intimate, in a way. But Aomine still picked on him, in fact a lot of the time even when they were - doing stuff it still felt like that, and he wouldn't have said that they were exactly... close.

The more he thought about the question, and about whether the things Aomine did to him made him count, the more he thought about the acts themselves. Unbidden, the thought occurred that he could just do them with Bucky instead - he was so close, Tim could just reach out and touch him, and - no, that was the pollen. He shook his head. ]

I have someone... kind of like that, but he - they're busy with Quidditch practice. [ It was a long walk across the school to the Quidditch pitch, and it was more likely that Tim would end up jumping someone at random before he got there at this rate. ] Can't we - I mean, will the effects wear off if... we take care of it by ourselves?

[ That wasn't what Bucky wanted to hear, but it was just his luck. He continued to refuse to look Tim's way - he knew that if his eyes fell on the younger man, he'd be drawn in and there would be absolutely no turning back from this. Already, the heat in his blood was urging him into looking - his still fleshy hand was going white from the tightness of its grip on his desk. ]

Sexual release is the only way of getting it out of the system, otherwise it just keeps circulating and making matters worse. [ Bucky turned his head just enough for his eye to show, but he kept his gaze aimed down. Tim was his student and it was clear this was going to be a violation, if a necessary one. ]

Are you sure, Tim?

[ Tim could already feel things getting worse - he wasn't even doing anything besides standing still and watching his teacher's back, trying to stay calm, but he just felt hotter, the heat inside him burning down low, bringing with it an all too familiar tension. He curled his fingers against his palms to stop himself from touching - well, anything, including himself, but it didn't help. ]

... No, of course I'm not sure. But - it's already too late, isn't it? I feel like, if I try to leave now, things will only get worse. [ He'd been standing here breathing in the sweetly scented air for so long, who knew how badly it would affect him, and for how long if he tried to hold back. And what if he ran into some Slytherins in this state, or one of the meaner House ghosts, or...

There were a lot of bad possibilities, and what was worse was that he was starting to think that they wouldn't all be that bad, after all. The pollen was clouding his thoughts, making even the worst thing he could imagine somehow seem appealing, even if only because it would bring relief - and a promise of euphoria. He swallowed, and stepped closer, reaching out to lightly touch Bucky's flesh and blood hand where it was gripping the desk. ]

I think... you have to help me with this. Please.

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