The two teens walked into class and found that in just two minutes this period would be over.
"What took you two so long?" Snape asked as he practically glided over to them.
"Professor Dumbledore asked a lot of questions and kept us for a while to check for bewitching." Draco answered automatically as they slid down into their respective seats.
"Well, you both are just in time to get your things then get the hell out of my class." Snape called out the last part to the rest of the students.
Classmates quickly packed and left to go to their next class. Gryffindor had the honor of having all of their classes with Slytherin so there was no escaping the others enemy. It was supposed to teach them to 'learn how to get along with people you don't like because you will not like everyone in this world' or some crap like that but the two houses just thought it was annoying.
But Harry and Draco didn't have assigned seats in the rest of their classes so they could sit where they pleased…correction: where society would allow them to sit without dire consequences.
"I have noticed that, as of late, you children have been acting too rowdy and you have not been paying enough attention in class." The teens groaned, knowing what Professor McGonagall was going to say next, "I have created a seating arrangement that I think will be best and will not cause too much of a ruckus. Your names will be floating above your desk in the color that matches your house so find your seat and no complaining!"
"Well this is just grand!" Ron said sarcastically after he found his name, "I get to sit by Percy…"
"Damn that's rough," Harry said as he slapped his dejected friend on the back.
"I have to sit by Crabbe…" Hermione looked ready to cry out of pure anger. She hated the oaf for two reasons; he was too stupid for words and he smelled, horridly.
"Who does Harry have to sit by? Probably some Slytherin asshole we all hate, like me and Hermione."
"No," groaned a girly voice from behind them, "Potter gets to sit by Draco in the far right corner. Which just so happens to be the darkest corner of this freakin' classroom."
Harry recognized the second voice as the girl with the weird yellow eyes. "What a waste! I would so do anything Draco wanted me to up there."
"What?!" Harry spun around and saw his name just where the girl had said it would be. "That is just so wrong."
"I'd say you have the worst seat." Ron said (there was an underlying bitterness in his tone that Harry had not missed), clapping his friend on the back before walking to his seat, which was in the front row.
Hermione had already gone to her seat two rows from the front and three to the right of Ron's wall seat.
Harry walked up to his seat, sat down with a heavy thump, saw that his name went out, remembered randomly about Draco's note and read it. He noticed that Draco had scarily neat handwriting that made it almost difficult to read. Once he was done reading he quickly began to respond, trying his best to make his handwriting legible. It wasn't working very well.
I wasn't experimenting with my sexuality: I already know that I'm bisexual.
I think you didn't stop me because you wanted it as much as I still want it…you. But I'm also thinking that I'm wrong…about your reason that is.
Yes I have given someone else a blowjob before… Not happy memories by the way but I won't trouble you with my past.
Well, your father is full of shit because you aren't a failure at all. You are great with spells, potions aren't very hard to you, and your body is…sorry, I'm not gonna go down that road.
I want to keep it quiet because I'm really worried about you. Hell if it was ok with you I would tell everyone that I got to give you a blowjob! Though I suppose that you don't return my enthusiasm…
Yours forever,
Harry
When Harry was done reading the note he wanted to cross out the way he sighed it but Draco sat down and took the note from him before Harry had a chance to change it.
"It is for me, right?" he raised a delicate eyebrow and read the note without waiting for a response that wasn't going to come.
Harry was feeling very, very stupid about what he wrote at the bottom of the note and he wished he could crawl into a hole and die as his face burned and he hunched over the desk.
"'Yours forever', eh?" Draco chuckled but pulled out a quill, inkbottle, and paper so he could write Harry back quickly.
Oh? Then why did you suck me off?
You're smarter than you act, Potter. Yes I want it but…
What road are you talking about? Why don't you tell your dearest what you think of his body?
Malfoy
Draco handed Harry the note and their hands brushed as the note was transferred.
I sucked you off 'cause you're hot and I've been wanting to for a while now I suppose.
I'm talking about your non-existent happy trail…not really but I'm thinking about last night.
If I told you what I think of your body then I would start thinking about you naked and then I would get a boner. Which would be a problem, no?
Harry
Again their hands brushed and again they felt electricity flow through them. What was happening? How could they go from hating each other to passing notes like boyfriends in one night? Was it because they pretty much had their feelings for each other out in the open and neither had come right out and rejected the other?
I shave off my happy trail because I think it's gross like all pubic hair.
I was just thinking that I haven't repaid the debt. You got me to cum now I need to get you to do the same. I still need to see you naked.
Malfoy
Before he could give the note to Harry, Professor McGonagall snapped at them from beside Draco, hand extended for the note. "Boys, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," Draco said while ripping up the note until it was nothing but little pieces of paper that fluttered through the air when he threw them at the nearest Gryffindor other than Harry and the Professor.
"Young Malfoy, don't let me catch you writing notes again." She looked flustered at his blatant disrespect for her authority.
"Never again," he lied easily.
She huffed and went back to the front of the room where she resumed teaching.
"Troublesome bitch," hissed Draco and Harry snorted to hide his chuckle.
Draco rewrote the note and gave it to Harry under the joined desk.
Do you shave your penis because you think it's gross too?
When will you repay me? I'm getting excited just thinking about it.
Master
Harry passed him the note while trying to hide a chuckle when he saw the look Draco got when reading what he had called himself.
No, just my pubes.
When I feel like paying you back and where the hell did Master come from?
Malfoy
Harry wrote his reply with a shaky hand:
How about tonight? And since I'm obviously on top I'm Master and you're Slave.
Master
Draco scowled:
Maybe. And only if I want to.
Harry laughed at that and the Professor looked at him angrily, "I don't see what is so funny about a girl being turned into a dung beetle because she put in the ingredients of a potion backwards, Mr. Potter." She said in a tight voice.
"Me either," he said.
The class laughed a little and Harry tuned her back out.
I was only playing. Sheesh you take me too seriously.
He handed the note to Draco, brushing his hand against Draco's inner thigh on purpose. When Draco shot him a look he shrugged his shoulders innocently.
Maybe I do.
They didn't write anymore after that for the rest of the period. Neither really knew what else to say.
Dear Father,
I had someone give me head, not really sex because I wasn't in the mood when a Weasley walked in on us and freaked out. I think it might have been his sister or someone else close to him. Sorry that it was not Percy but she has been annoying me lately and she's a slut. Perhaps another person would be better for me.
Draco
He pulled out the green ink that was visible only to those with the right breath (in this case, Lucious Malfoy) and quickly wrote the rest of what he had to say.
I have not found anyone here that would be worth converting in this school as of yet but I shall keep searching.
He folded the note into a perfect rectangle and tucked it away someplace safe until he could send it to his father.
Harry gave him a puzzled look but Draco ignored him. Harry didn't need to know that he had just written to his father. There was nothing else for Draco to do, there was no other option. He had to tell his father that slight truth which was just as bad as lying in his father's eyes.
He shouldn't have bothered though; his father had already been informed by the 'student' with yellow eyes…
The yellow eyed being (who was 'in the bathroom') stared at them again, knowing they were invisible to everyone, including the Professor. They laughed happily at what they had just read; Draco was going to return Harry's favor and tonight of all nights!
Master will be most angry with Draco but so happy with me!
It continued to watch the boys all day though, there was plenty of things that could happen in that time span.
"You may go," announced Professor McGonagall, "Remember to study for the test on toads reproductive organs tomorrow."
The students left the room quickly, all except for Harry and Draco. Ron and Hermione didn't even wait for Harry because Ron had seen just how many notes Harry and Draco had written and he angrily dragged Hermione behind him. Professor McGonagall looked at the two boys for a moment, decided they weren't going to do anything and left. The moment she was out the door, Harry stopped putting his things away and watched Draco.
His smooth, almost white skin danced as he moved around, flashing Harry with tiny glimpses as the robes slithered around on Draco's skin. Draco was reaching for his quills when Harry snatched his hand in an iron grip; not tightly enough to be painful but strong enough to make sure Draco couldn't get away. Sounds familiar, no?
"What are you doing?" asked Draco, though he had a pretty good idea.
Harry smirked darkly, "I want a kiss."
He leaned forward and kissed Draco on the lips before the boy could protest. Slightly chapped lips pressed against a smoother pair and made a gentle friction that was not normally present in kissing. Harry opened his mouth and licked along Draco's lips. No girl ever did that to him, they always waited for Draco to make the first move; perhaps he was the girl in this relationship. If you can even call this a relationship. And why in gods name was he allowing Harry to be the alpha? He could be the alpha if he wanted to, right?
No, he reasoned, he didn't have enough knowledge to be alpha… Why did Harry?
Draco's lips parted and their tongues intertwined in a mess of swirling muscle as they fought for dominance. Draco lost this war after giving one hell of a fight.
Harry seemed to fit the role of being alpha better than Draco anyway. He was a little taller than Draco (yes, I know that has just about nothing to do with anything) and he made the first moves whenever he pleased, plus he was much more bold than the more…quiet Draco (and Draco was not timid and—if you told him otherwise, and if you weren't Harry—he would kick your ass) (Wait, when did he start giving Potter immunity?).
Draco's hands, at some point, had tangled themselves in Harry's messy hair and Harry's arms were around his waist, holding Draco more closely to him while pressing their semi-erections together to build the intensity of the kiss.
Draco broke the contact first and gasped for air after—once again—forgetting to breathe through his nose. Harry chuckled at him; "You look amazing." The dark haired teen nuzzled Draco's neck lazily and began to nip the area that made Draco squirm the most (well, on his neck anyway) and was the place of his hickey. Harry was slightly displeased that his hickey was barely visible but he understood that it should have been a relief to him.
"Don't give me another hickey," his toy said indignantly, "People will wonder where it came from since I never let girls give me hickeys."
"If we didn't have to go to school then you wouldn't have a choice but to wear my hickeys." Harry chuckled again and reluctantly released Draco, "We had better go before people begin to wonder where we went."
"Yeah…" Draco mumbled and finished packing, "But if we didn't go to school I wouldn't have to deal with you." He left then, not waiting for Harry. He had been leaving the boy high and dry a lot lately but he was confused and afraid of what he was getting himself into.
Draco stopped blushing when he got to his next class through sheer will and because he just couldn't walk into the class blushing: he is Draco Malfoy after all, and Malfoy's don't blush, ever.
He walked over to Percy and she immediately clung to him.
"Where were you, Drackie-pooh?!" she whined as she pressed herself against him, probably trying to be sexy.
"Is that any of your business?"
"Yes," she pouted a pout that would make most guys tell her anything she wanted to know; Draco just found her disgusting just like he found all of the other people of the opposite sex. Women were weak, mindless, and good for reproduction and reproduction alone. Men are strong, independent, and not complete retards…most of the time.
"No, it's not." He ignored her and actually tried to pay attention to this Professor but he failed all together when Harry walked into the room and sat in the row in front of him.
Percy sneered at him and Weasley…Ron (Draco mentally corrected for some reason) when they sat down.
"What the hell are you sitting over here for?"
"Why do you ask?" Ron countered while trying his best to keep his language clean.
"Because you're, like, poor and he's a…"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Percy." Draco said in monotone. If she had insulted Harry—now that their feelings for each other were almost completely out in the open and not boxed away—he would have had to hurt her, badly.
"But Drackie-pooh…"
"Don't call me that." He was still talking in monotone but an edge had appeared in his tone so she shut up like the good little whore that she was.
"Why did…?" Ron looked shocked.
"Malfoy actually has a heart? I'm shocked." Hermione sat down beside Ron, "Though I must say thanks." She seemed ready enough to be polite to Draco (Hermione was never one for conflict).
"Yeah," Draco mumbled and waited for Harry to say something. He didn't and Draco wondered why until he saw a solid black owl come swooping down from the ceiling toward him. Harry had been transfixed by the creature, somehow knowing it only contained bad news.
"Who's that for?" the Professor asked innocently.
The owl screeched loudly as it landed on Draco's desk and stared at him with huge yellow eyes, a note tied to its leg.
Draco took the note hesitantly and the bird flew off as he opened it.
Dear Son,
I heard about what happened between you and Potter.
I must say that I am disgusted in you.
How dare you disrespect my family name like that? Did you not think I would find out? Or are you just that stupid.
It doesn't matter.
You don't matter.
But since your mother can no longer have children you shall not die for your blasphemy. You shall just be given a severe punishment when you get home though I won't tell you what it is yet. I will let you squirm for a couple of weeks as I think of ways to make you suffer for this abomination.
You are lucky I was able to stop rumors and prove them untrue by paying a girl (who looks a lot like the Potter boy from behind) to lie and say that it was her and not him.
I would not have minded nearly as much if it had been with any other male but this shall not go overlooked.
You betrayed the Dark Lord by letting Potter touch you.
If you do not get the Potter boy out of your system I will make the punishment much more severe than it is now.
Your Father.
The letter fell from numb fingers but never reached the desk. Fire engulfed it and then there was nothing to be seen, his father didn't want any evidence of what he had done to exist anywhere but in their heads. A look of true horror took over Draco's face; normally he would have remained calm and under control but this was his father and his father would most definitely make him suffer. He tried to make his face go back to being neutral but it didn't work, it was as though his muscles were locked into the places that they had twisted into and refused to return to a calmer expression. Tremors began to shake his body and a sweat broke out all over him. He was so afraid, so terrified that he stopped breathing for a time.
"Draco?" Harry said in a worried tone. If the teen hadn't been acting so weirdly he probably wouldn't have used his real name but he did then. Ron shot Harry an angry look but knew his friend was paying him absolutely no attention. It was all focused on Draco Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy," at the mention of his surname Draco began to shake even more violently. "Do you need to go see the nurse?"
Draco couldn't answer but another voice did for him, "I'll take him."
It was Harry.
Harry, Harry, Harry. Harry stood up and gently nudged Draco, don't touch me!
Draco looked up at him and whispered something incoherent as he tried to pull away from the raven haired teen very weakly.
Harry helped him up and they stumbled out the door, Draco's arm draped over Harry's shoulder; he couldn't even stand on his own.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked once he was sure they were alone.
Draco repeated the letter (he had a photographic memory and his father knew it) to Harry quietly and watched as Harry stiffened, let go of Draco and he punched the nearby wall with all his might. Draco was mesmerized by the blood that slipped out of the broken knuckles when Harry pulled his hand away from the bricks and wagged his hand in the air to try to stop it from stinging so badly. He had not expected Harry to react so violently.
"That bastard better not touch you." He seethed, his breath coming out in short huffs.
Draco threw back his head and laughed at him. "As if you could stop him! My father would kill you…" a look of even more horror crossed his face, "Potter, no. You can't…die. I wouldn't be able to live if you died." The moment those words left his mouth he knew they were true. It sounded so corny and stupid but it was true and Draco was not about to take back what he had said. Malfoy's never take back what they say.
"Draco," Harry breathed his name like a grateful sigh as he saw tears begin to gather in the shorter boys eyes. He pulled Draco to him and held onto him tightly, very happy when he felt Draco clutch the front of his robes. "I'm not gonna get killed by anyone. I survived an attack from Voldemort when I was a baby; I think I'll be ok. I'm just worried about you."
"You heard what my father wrote; If you do not get the Potter boy out of your system I will make the punishment much more severe than it is now. He means it. He will make me suffer. I wouldn't care nearly as much if it was just me paying for it but I have a feeling you would suffer for it too. I couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to you because of me."
"Nothing will happen to me," Harry whispered as he stroked Draco's hair in a soothing way as he waited for the teen to calm down. He had never really comforted anyone before but he had seen Hermione comfort overemotional girls in their dorm so it couldn't be that much different.
When Draco finally did calm down, Harry took him to the nurse, she said he was in a small state of shock and would need to stay there over the night just to make sure it wouldn't turn into something more serious. When Harry put Draco down onto the bed the nurse clicked her tongue against her teeth and told him to let her fix his hand.
"What on earth did you do, boy?" she scolded as she wrapped his hand with a thin cast; more like a couple layers of ace wrap, "You cracked a bone, won't even be able to write until it heals. Drink this." She handed him a vile drink that he chugged and almost spit in her face.
"What is this?!" he asked in disgust. They both turned to look at Draco when he began to chuckle lightly. Harry thought that it was the second hottest scene of Draco he had ever been able to witness. For a moment, Harry considered telling Draco he loved him, he didn't want him to ever be hurt again, and that he wanted him so, so badly.
"It's something that will make your bones heal much faster, drink the whole thing, Harry. You'll be better by the end of the day," he came into the infirmary enough (because of Quidditch, mostly) that he knew Madam Pomfree pretty well and she knew him by name.
"Try to behave without me, Potter." Draco said and Harry involuntarily winced at the formality in his tone. Draco didn't see it because he was looking out the window and at the empty sky.
The nurse left and Harry walked up to Draco. "I'll come visit you tonight and, if there's no one else here then you'll be able to repay me." Harry licked the earlobe he had just been talking into, straightened, and left without waiting for a reaction from Draco.
