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*** chapter 8
"Well Potter, I didn't think you could do it..." Draco mocked as he entered their room where he found Harry waiting for him, obviously nervous but pleased.
"I couldn't have, without your help. Thank you, Draco."
"If you really wanted to thank me you could always find a way. Then again I did say if you received an Outstanding I will waive the hourly payments. And seeing as McGonagall knew I had helped you I've been thinking I should give you a little reward. Would you like that?"
"Oh... uhm yeah, I guess so."
Draco smirked but then pushed himself away from the door he'd been leaning against. Coming to a stand in front of Harry he laid his hands on the brunette's chest, stroking over it smoothly. He let his gaze flicker between Harry's eyes and his lips, noticing Harry close his eyes and leaned in and kissed him.
It was no longer new to either of them so they kissed eagerly, hungrily. Draco soon started taking off Harry's clothes, starting with his robe then his shirt and tie. He let his hands roam over Harry's naked chest for a time before he started moving lower. Hooking a finger into the waistband of Harry's trousers he ran it teasingly over the newly revealed skin, pleased when Harry gave a light shudder of pleasure.
Feeling encouraged, Draco began to open Harry's trousers and reached inside to take a tight hold of his growing erection. Harry moaned into their kiss at the sensation of Draco's hand firmly wrapped around him. Smirking into their kiss Draco gave one teasing stroke before pulling his hand away again at the same time as he pulled away from the kiss.
Harry's eyes opened wide in disappointment. "Why..." was all he managed to say before Draco had dropped to his knees, pulled his trousers off and wrapped his mouth around the hard length he'd revealed. Any further words Harry might have wanted to say where replaced by a deep guttural groan at the new and unexpected feeling.
Draco guided Harry's hands to his shoulders to help him steady himself. Then he used one hand to massage Harry's balls while letting the other tease over and around Harry's hole. Draco suspected that Harry had never received a blow-job, he wasn't entirely certain about his virginity however. As it was, it didn't take him long to bring Harry to the brink of his orgasm, a few hard sucks and Harry was coming undone.
Replacing his mouth with his hands, Draco continued stroking him until he'd shot every last load and became too sensitive. He pulled away and stood up, lifting his hand covered in cum to his mouth he started lapping up the sticky white mess. When he saw Harry watching him he held his hand out to him. "Go on, try it."
Harry hesitated but could tell Draco wasn't just asking, he was demanding. So he leaned in and sucked one of Draco's fingers into his mouth, tasting himself in the process. He continued until Draco pulled his hand away from him.
"Did you like that?"
Harry could only nod his head, causing Draco to smirk.
"Good but we do have some work to do so we better get on with it." Draco turned away from Harry and instead went to pick up his bag, which he'd abandoned by the door, then he went to the table they always used. Sitting down he took out one of the books. Noticing that Harry was still standing in the same spot he look at him expectantly.
Understanding the unspoken words wasn't difficult for Harry so he went and sat down as well. Harry made a big effort to focus on the words Draco spoke once they kicked off their training but it was difficult with the tiredness that had got a hold of him.
It wasn't long before Draco noticed that Harry was paying barely enough attention to nod and murmur in the right places.
"Potter, if you find yourself unable to listen to me, how do you expect to ever improve?" He asked harshly, considering his punishment options to get Harry to focus again.
Harry looked up startled at Draco's harsh voice and looked at him with shock but also curiosity and confusion. Instead of answering Draco, he asked, "Why did you do... that?"
"Do what, Potter?" Draco asked back with a raised eye-brow.
"That!" Harry repeated waving his arm, trying to indicate the place they'd been standing in earlier.
"You're going to have to actually name whatever it is you're referring to," Draco said with a roll of his eyes. Even though he had a pretty good idea, he wasn't going to make it that easy.
"The... the blow job. Why did you do that?"
Draco sighed heavily. "Didn't I explain to you before that I think you're attractive? And with some work you're also not as much of an imbecile as I thought. You're still thick and terribly naive at times but at least not a complete imbecile."
"But why...? I mean, you didn't even ask me to return the favour."
"If you're offering, Potter, I'd be more than happy to let you suck my dick." Draco replied suggestively.
Harry cringed at the crude words and shook his head.
"That is why. You're not ready, Potter. You will be sooner rather than later but not just yet."
"I don't understand."
"Well, when you do understand is when you'll be ready. Until then, are you going to be able to focus on our work or are you going to keep going over this in your mind?"
"I just... I'm confused." Harry shrugged helplessly.
"Then I shall take my leave," Draco said and started packing his things away. While punishment would get Harry to focus, it would not stop his confusion and Draco realised that Harry simply needed some time to figure out what he wanted and come to terms with his feelings. "We'll meet again tomorrow unless you still find yourself unable to think of anything other than your own confusion. I'd rather you let me know before dinner if you can't make it." Having finished packing, Draco stood up and then left the room, not even giving Harry another glance.
Harry groaned in misery, banging his head on the table, wondering what the hell was happening to him.
He used to hate Malfoy. He used to think him the most loathsome person on earth, who deserved every imaginable bit of misery the world could throw at him. Where the hell had things changed?
He sighed again because, if he was honest, he knew when and where things had changed. An evil Potions teacher with a cruel streak assigned his most precious student as a tutor to the imbecile ruining his classroom with exploding potions.
And Malfoy had taken to the task like a duck to water. His punishments were harsh but somehow they had helped Harry like nothing else ever had. The pain truly did help him focus but it was also an incentive to do better in order to avoid it. His marks had improved drastically, as had his general understanding of all things magical.
Anytime Draco helped him with something he seemed to excel at it with seeming ease. And while Malfoy was still his cruel taunting-self, he had shown an understanding and patience that Harry hadn't expected. His explanations were clear and precise. If Harry didn't understand something Draco could find a dozen different ways to explain it if he needed to.
Even Hermione with her endless research in the most advanced books had not been able to help Harry so much. While Hermione was incredibly smart, could read texts well beyond her years and even learn spells that were really beyond her age, she lacked the ability to explain things in simple terms to make people less clever than her understand them.
She'd certainly tried plenty of times and without her help Harry and Ron both would have been far more lost. And yet Draco had a much better understanding of magical theory and a much better grasp on the practise. Hermione could quote at least a half dozen books on any subject; whereas Draco could explain any one subject in at least a half dozen different ways by paraphrasing himself, what he'd learnt or what he'd heard other's say, but because he used his own words, it made far more sense and was much easier to understand. At least Harry thought so.
And because Draco had shown incredible patience with him, taunting at times, yet never cruel, strict but never unreasonable Harry had found a deeper respect for the man he'd always considered his arch nemesis. Once Draco had started rewarding him in sexual ways, Harry had found that same respect growing deeper and stronger, turning into something else. Something he didn't want to admit to anyone, least of all himself.
But judging by Draco's reaction, he was going to have to deal with his feelings soon. He could not lose Draco as tutor, not if the man was capable of bringing his marks up to an Exceeds Expectation or even Outstanding in every subject and make the entire process enjoyable... at least most of the time.
He knew he needed Draco's help. He also knew how he could get it. He just wasn't sure if he could do what Draco was asking of him. What Draco had been doing had certainly been enjoyable but could he return the favour? If he did, it would undoubtedly lead to them shagging. Did he want that? Could he accept that?
Getting restless Harry gathered his things and packed them away before getting up and leaving the room. It was still early enough that he wouldn't have to worry about patrols and he made use of that, aimlessly wandering the castle corridors for some time, trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings. He also wanted to avoid heading back to the common room for some time, to avoid being questioned by his friends.
