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Draco Malfoy copied the notes that Professor Slughorn had written on the board into his workbook. This was a particularly difficult potion to complete, and he knew he would need to concentrate on everything. They were spending the second half of this lesson going over the protocol so that they could maximise their time in the following week's class. Draco looked around the classroom with a scowl. His most hated Gryffindor, Harry Potter, was missing today. Draco had overheard Granger and Weasley telling Professor Slughorn at the start of the class that Potter was sick today, and wouldn't make it to the lesson. Professor Slughorn had accepted this without question, though he had been unhappy that his favourite pupil was not there. The Professor's voice roused Draco from his reverie.

"Next", Professor Slughorn continued to explain, as his instructions appeared on the board behind him, "you need to take the unicorn horn, and use the mortar and pestle to grind it into a powder. It is important that the grains are no larger than 1 millimetre, but still visible to the naked eye, so that they dissolve at the right speed. This is one of the most difficult steps. You then tip the powder into the cauldron—"

Professor Slughorn stopped as the door to the dungeon creaked open. Granger looked up from her notes, ready to glare at whoever interrupted the Potions Master, but there was no one there.

"Odd", muttered Professor Slughorn to himself as he closed the door. "I must get that door fixed, or it will get draughty in here."

He marched back to his desk, and continued talking. Draco concentrated on his notes, making sure that they were correct. Although he knew that with the imminent rise of the Dark Lord, things like Potions class were not strictly necessary, Draco realised that in order to keep himself from being suspected, he needed to act as normally as he could. He already knew that Potter and his fan club suspected him, but Draco had made sure that Potter had not seen anything.

Draco was dipping his quill into his inkwell when he felt a touch on his thigh. Draco glanced to either side, but Blaise and Theodore were both concentrating on their notes, and he could see both their hands on the bench. He had just concluded that he had imagined the feeling, when it came again. This time, Draco reached below the table, but nothing was there. Draco decided that he needed to get a proper night's vsleep that night; he had been working hard on his plan recently, and he now realised that he was tired enough to be hallucinating things. However, when he felt another touch on his leg, he knew that he wasn't imagining it, and that the touch was slowly moving up his thigh. Draco knew he should do something about it, but he'd learnt a lot over the past few months – the less attention he drew to himself, the smoother his plan will go. So Draco just tolerated the light touches as they stealthily moved up his legs.

When he felt a touch on his cock, however, Draco can't help but to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Blaise looked up at Draco, a questioning look in his eyes, but Draco just shook his head; he couldn't even trust his friends, and Draco knew that Blaise suspected something was up. Draco had built a wall between himself and his year-mates, and although he knew that this isolated himself within the school, he was also aware that The Dark Lord's orders were more important. Blaise looked back at the board, and concentrated on the lesson. Draco was sure that he could feel hands kneading his cock, although a surreptitious look beneath the bench, earning another suspicious look from Blaise, showed nothing. As Professor Slughorn droned on, and Draco tried hard to concentrate on his notes, he heard the sound he was dreading – a zip unzipping. Immediately, Draco knew that it was the zipper to his pants, not only because he waistband went slack. The second reason, that Draco only realised belatedly, was that he had gone commando today, as all of his clean underwear was being washed. Draco could feel the cool air on his cock, and felt his face redden.

"Malfoy?" he heard Professor Slughorn ask. "Is anything wrong?"

As if the invisible person beneath his bench knew of Draco's predicament, he felt a wet tongue run its way up the underside of his hardening cock.

"No", Draco replied, in his best Malfoy sneer, as the rest of the class stared at him.

The Professor looked at Malfoy for a moment longer, then returned to detailing the next step in the potion.

The tongue on Draco's cock was soon replaced by a whole mouth, its warmth in stark contract to the cold Potions dungeon. For the remainder of the class, Draco wrote his notes with his head down, his mind split in two. One half, the sensible one, tried hard to listen to Professor Slughorn's lecture and keep Draco from making any noise as he was sucked off. The other half was focused entirely on his cock as it slid in and out of an unknown mouth. Whenever Draco was close to cumming, his invisible assailant would pull away, and let the naturally cold temperature in the dungeons temper Draco's arousal. Finally, as Professor Slughorn instructed his pupils to come on time next week, Draco was pushed over the edge, cumming with only a small whimper that earned him a look from not only Blaise this time, but also from Wealsey, who was sitting on the bench to his left. The invisible person under the bench swallowed every drop of Draco's seed, then tucked Draco's cock back into his pants in time for him to leave the dungeons with the others.

At the Entrance Hall before lunch, Draco saw Potter run up to join his friends. Draco sidled up to eavesdrop on what the Golden Trio had to say.

"How was Potions?" Potter asked, though it was clear that he wasn't disappointed to have missed it.

"You missed out on a lot!" Granger said. "You can take my note, though no doubt that book of yours will have better information."

The bitter tone in her voice told Draco that this was an argument they had often. Potter just shrugged, and didn't elaborate.

"Also", Weasley began, then glanced around to see if anyone was listening, but missed Draco's hiding place in the shadow of a suit of armour, "Malfoy was acting really strange. He seemed a bit sick or something."

"Nonsense", Granger said. "As I've already told you, there's nothing to worry about."

They headed off to the Great Hall, and Draco slipped out from his hiding place. Potter caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see who had moved. Instead of scowling at him, as Draco had expected, Potter just winked, and licked his lips.