I don't own Harry Potter. I do, however, own all these cool random things I bought of people in Egypt.

Thank you's go to Rowanxxx and Winter.poem who beta'd for me, and did an incredible job. They are both made of awesome.

"Potter! That's it! Swap seats with Mr. Nott, I'm not having you and Mr. Weasley sitting next to each other any more."

"Professor!" Harry protested.

"10 points from Gryffindor for arguing, Mr. Potter. If you and Mr. Weasley cannot behave, then you will be separated. Move."

"But Professor, not Malfoy! Please, I'll sit anywhere else." Harry knew perfectly well that begging wouldn't work. But he had to try. He couldn't sit next to Malfoy couldn't talk to him, not after what they had been doing last time they saw each other! It was too humiliating.

"Are you implying there is something wrong with Mr. Malfoy, Potter? Because if you are, I'll have to take another 10 points. Now move, before I decide to make it 20!" Snape spat as eyes glittered dangerously. Harry would have dearly loved to hit him. Gathering his things, he moved across the classroom, past Nott into the recently vacated seat. A sea of despair welled up inside of him. This lesson was going to be hell.

'Great, Potter. Because you and Weasley have the combined mentality of a three year old, Nott and I get punished! What were you doing anyway, shooting spit balls at each other?' the blonde said snapped, the second harry sat down.

'Shut up, Malfoy.' Harry muttered through gritted teeth. He glared hatefully at his parchment. He would have glared at Malfoy, but that would involve actually looking at him, something Harry was desperately trying to avoid.

'Oh, back to calling me Malfoy? I thought that after the other night, I was Draco.' Harry could actually hear the smirk in his voice. It was slightly worrying that he knew Malfoy's expressions that well.

'Shut up!' Harry whispered furiously, his face bright red. Draco chuckled, his voice low, and to his horror, Harry found himself distinctly not repulsed by the sound. This was disturbing his laugh wasn't nauseating, Draco's touch wasn't revolting, his expression whilst cumming certainly wasn't repugnant- how long was it before Harry started to internally coo when Draco smirked?

Draco leaned back in his chair slightly, and grinned. 'Ok Potter, have it your way. I'll stop about that hand job you gave me last night…'

'Malfoy!' Harry squeaked. In a manly way, naturally.

'…if you'll do me again.'

Harry looked at him, aghast. If he hadn't heard it directly from Draco himself, he never would have believed it.

'Come on, Potter. Don't you want to? You seemed to enjoy yourself last time. Think how much better, how much more exciting it would be this time. Touching me under the table, letting me fuck your hand with all your little Gryffindor friends just a few feet away. Don't you want me to cum here, splatter the bottom of the table, because of what you're doing to me?'

Harry desperately tried to block out Draco's voice, tried to ignore the hand wandering onto his thigh, and tried really hard to ignore his own rapidly growing erection. What the hell was Draco's game? Either he was actually serious, which was unlikely, or he was trying to get Harry in trouble. Or, he knew what effect he was having on Harry, and thought it was funny. Harry, trying to focus on the potions master, on his textbook, on anything that wasn't the hand lightly stroking his thigh, was ignoring the wicked grin he could just see out the corner of his eye.

'Potter!' Draco drawled. 'Don't be a spoil sport.' Harry felt the fingers trail lightly up his leg, higher, until-

'Quit it Malfoy! If you don't, I swear to god I'll-'

'Potter! Are you threatening Mr. Malfoy? Detention after class.'

'But-!' Harry once again tried to protest, but Snape had already swooped off, to terrorize Neville. Harry let his head drop and thump onto the desk. He hated Mondays.

--POV change. Come on, you knew it was coming. --

Internally, I face palmed. I can't believe I let my tongue run away with me like that! I hadn't planned on speaking to Potter about what had happened, I wasn't going to talk to him at all (beyond the normal taunts and insults, obviously) but he had come over to my desk, albeit unwillingly, looking so flushed, angry and humiliated. How could anyone resist taunting that? He was practically begging to be fucked with. Anyway, I don't believe in self denial, no matter what common sense says. I have no self control, I admit. So I told him to jerk me off and practically groped him…oh well. I can't make it any worse.

'Whoops, Potter. My bad.'

'Malfoy, you're such a prick!' oh, Merlin. He makes this too easy.

'You'd know all about my prick, wouldn't you?'

'I swear, I am this close to pounding you.' How does he manage to whisper so heatedly? I mush admit, it's pretty skillful.

'No, Potter. I'll be the one pounding you.' Its funny, you can actually see the exact moment the innuendo registers. Colour rises, jaw drops, and his eyes look like they're about to jump out his head. I'm quite enjoying this lesson.

--POV change again.--

By the end of the lesson, Harry was in a filthy mood. Snape had been constantly docking points off Gryffindor, Pansy Parkinson had been jabbing him in the back of the neck with her quill at every possible opportunity, and Malfoy hadn't stopped whispering in his ear all lesson, leaving Harry straining against his jeans under the table. He was hard, aching to touch himself, but he was damned if he would do it because of things Malfoy had been saying.

Harry sat, silent, as all his classmates filed out, too angry, too aroused, to even acknowledge the sympathetic glances he got from the Gryffindors. Soon the only two students left in the classroom, were Harry and Malfoy who was in deep in conversation with Snape. They both looked at Harry, and when Snape nodded, Malfoy winked at the scruffy haired boy. ..This couldn't be good.

'Potter!' Harry's head snapped to face Snape.

'Fortunately for me, Potter, Mister Malfoy has reminded me that I have an urgent meeting with Professor Sinistra.' Harry didn't dare even begin to hope he was free. There was no way he'd be left off this easily.

'Luckily though, Draco has volunteered to watch over you for the duration of your detention instead.' Harry's heart plummeted. Damn.

Snape nodded at Draco and then swept out of the room in a dramatic whirl of his cloak. Smirking, Draco leaned back on his elbows on the teacher's desk. Harry desperately wanted to stand, but couldn't risk Draco seeing his arousal.

'You know, those two have been having secret meetings for some times. You think there's something going on there?' Draco said casually.

'Malfoy,' Harry growled 'what the hell are you doing? Why didn't you just remind Snape of his meeting and leave?'

'Because, Potter,' he drawled 'that would be no fun.' Malfoy stood up straight, and, praying that his robes covered his erection, Harry did the same. No way was he sitting in front of Malfoy like a kid.

'I don't want "fun" with you Malfoy. I want to do my detention, then get the hell out of here.' He snarled.

'That's not what you said before.' Malfoy sneered.

'I've never wanted this with you!' Harry snapped, lying through his teeth. Ok, so this aspect of his, um, relationship with Draco was new, but he couldn't say he hadn't slightly enjoyed touching the Slytherin. 'I have a girlfriend!'

'So? Like that stopped you last time!'

'Just stop, Malfoy! Last night was the repaying of a debt, right? And after… that was just hormonal. I don't want you, I don't want anything to do with you!' both boys froze immediately. Malfoy was ashen, his face white with rage.

'You'd rather have the girl Weasley than me.' His voice was devoid of any emotion, and it worried Harry.

'Look, Malfoy, I..' before Harry could finish (or think of) his explanation, Draco had flown across the room, pinning Harry against the wall by his throat.

'Malfoy.. You're choking..' Harry gasped.

'You shit, Potter! You utter shit! How dare you? You've got some nerve, Potter, talking to me like that, acting like you didn't love touching me, acting like you didn't get hard off it! You talk about your little Weaselette, but I'd bet anything that I've made you feel better than she ever has, that I feel better to you than she ever does. I'm not second to some cheap ginger tart, Potter, and if I have to make you scream my name to prove it, I will!'

Harry abruptly stopped struggling, incredulous. Was this Draco's problem? Was he angry because Harry preferred Ginny to him? He and Ginny hadn't even gone that-oh!

Draco moved swiftly, opening Harry's cloak, and yanking his trousers and boxers down forcefully. Then, without any further warning, he took Harry into his mouth. It felt so strange, so hot, so good in there, Harry immediately stopped thinking of the 'whys', and let the sensations override. Malfoy wasn't teasing, no complicated moves, he was just sucking furiously, as though trying to suck everything in Harry out of that small slit at the top.

As Draco sucked harder, faster, Harry felt himself losing control, it felt so good. Desperately, trying to get further into the heat of Draco's mouth, Harry bucked his hips, only to have Draco slam them back against the wall, sending a clear message; 'I might be on my knees, but I'm still in charge.' He felt his knees buckle, almost fell, just gripping the wall in time.

And as Harry came, grasping the cold stones behind him, amid his pants and pleas for more, god, please, don't stop, more, Draco's name fell effortlessly off his lips.

--POV change--
Fuck.