Chapter Nine:
Moody Lessons
A/N: Please read, REVIEW, and enjoy! =D I'm not fond of this chapter, I just needed a heavy amount of awkward sexual-tension/angry-tension action to happen between the boys. Anyways, thanks for the reviews guys I love you all so much! ^_^ Keep reviewing and I'll keep updating A.S.A.P! Oh, and a lot of things will be cleared up next chapter. Enjoy.
"I could do it for you, you know. I'm rather good with...dirty things,"
Harry awoke feeling odd. He didn't understand at first as to why, so he just dragged himself out of bed and gathered up his uniform he was going to wear for the day. He took a quick glance at his calender and schedule pinned up above his headboard and saw that he had Double Potions after Charms today. For some reason he couldn't quite explain, he didn't mind.
He made his bed neatly and left his heavy, red curtains drawn back and tied them around his four bed posts. He righted all the objects on his bedside table and placed his wand ontop the clothes he was to wear. He ignored the soft snores coming from Ron's bed, knowing that the other boys were asleep, and he made his way into the bathroom to shower and get ready.
Afterwards, as he was brushing his teeth and not even attempting to tame his wild raven hair, his eyes went wide. "Oh Gods," he groaned as he stared flabberghasted at his expression, toothpaste dripped from his mouth as it hung open.
Sudden realization flooded over him as to what he had been doing last night past curfew. He had snuck out of Gryffindor Tower and for lack of better terms, completely ravished Draco Malfoy in the Entrance Hall. He had grinded him, he had kissed his neck and most definitely left a love mark! Harry groaned louder now, disbelieving he had even done this himself.
He understood that Draco was a Veela and that he was his mate, but to do something so drastic! Harry was beside himself with surprise and nervous curiousity, he was glad that Draco struggled so much to push him off. That meant all his assumptions were proved, he need not worry for his actions. But somehow, he still did. And guilt swam in his stomach as Ron joined him in the bathroom, Seamus closely behind.
"Mornin'," Ron grumbled.
"Er, good morning Ron, Seamus," Harry said, spitting out the last of toothpaste in his mouth before rinsing and quickly exitting the bathroom, unable to stay around while they got ready. Harry turned to Neville who was slowly getting dressed by his bed and smiled at the clumsy boy.
"If anybody asks, I've gone to the Owlrey, I'll see you all at breakfast though," Harry said with a small smile, grabbing his book back and wand.
"Course, see yah there Harry,"
As he walked his way through the stairs and corridors of Hogwarts, Harry's mind kept replaying the night before. He had never enjoyed a few minutes more in his entire life, that much was undeniable. His groin twitched with the memory of it all, and he knew he wanted more than what he had been got. He also knew Draco wanted it, asides from being a Veela, the hands digging into Harry's back leaving small red marks proved it all.
After visiting with Hedwig to clear his head a little bit, Harry made his way down into the Great Hall. At the Entrance doors, however, he had run into Draco. An emotion flickered across the blonde's face before his cool mask fell over it, Harry tried his best to smile up at him but it turned into a smirk, "Good morning Draco, sleep well?"
"Potter-"
"I thought I told you to call me Harry," he clipped, putting his hands in his pockets and rolling on the balls of his feet.
Draco surveyed the boy in front of him and couldn't help but be drawn in by everything he saw and smelt. There was no denying the inevitable for him, but he could still fight it the best he could. "Well, Harry, I do not see how my sleeping concerns you," Draco snipped before turning and leading the other stunned Slytherins into the Great Hall. Harry himself walked to the Gryffindor Table and joined his friends who were already seated there, loading their plates with a hearty breakfast.
Draco couldn't concentrate, and he knew exactly why. At least since he knew the explanation, he could attempt to avoid it. As he sat in his regular seat, he forget to remember that he always automatically sat across from Harry. 'How did neither of us, or anybody else, ever figure this out sooner?' he drawled to himself, they had been rivals for years but their simple routines urged them to look at one another and be close to one another. Didn't anybody ever find that odd?
It was a difficult task to get through breakfast without looking up from his plate, especially since he felt those emerald eyes burning holes into his head. What was worse was that he knew he had Charms afterwards with the boy, and then Double Potions too! He prayed to Merlin Snape wasn't in a foul mood and put them together as partners.
In Charms, nothing of incident happened asides from a few sly looks from Harry. Draco had flushed and concentrated on his work, thankful of Blaise keeping him grounded beside him. But then, of course, the hell that was Potions occurred.
Severus seemed to be awefully testy that day, despite Draco's earlier prayers. They were to be brewing a Dreamless Sleep Draught in pairs. And of course, it wasn't long into class before Harry was sauntering towards the front of the classroom, bag slung over his shoulder lazily, a small cute smirk on the corner of his lips, as he sat down beside Draco who immediately stood up.
"I will retrieve the ingrediants," he merely snapped before starting off towards the Ingrediants cupboards, his mind was racing. 'Why does Snape have to do this? Does he really spite us this much?' he growled to himself. He didn't know if he could concentrate, even being the Potions Master he was, Draco had a feeling he wasn't going to recieve top marks that day. His mind would be too lost in the boy next to him.
Ever since he came into realization that Harry Potter was most definitely his mate, Draco had no idea what really to think of it. It made sense, with the whole aura matching exercise in Dark Arts and now that the two were paired often in that classroom, every other day, he knew he would have to get used to being close to him even after the incidents of last nights Prefect duty. What Draco also knew was that Harry didn't seem to mind, and he also knew what he was. He must have figured it out, but how?
Sitting down back at their desk, he noticed that Harry had edged his seat closer to Draco's and attempted to act nonchalant about it. Draco smirked to himself, he felt accomplished because The-Boy-Who-Lived was doing this all for him and his attention.
"If you start cutting the Doxy eggs, I will crush the eyes of newt," Draco drawled automatically, grabbing the edge of his Potions knife to begin crushing the newt, the strange thick substance oozed out onto the table and he made a disgusted face at it. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the face.
"Too dirty for you, Malfoy?" he purred, "I could do it for you, you know. I'm rather good with...dirty things," Harry was leaning in towards him now, his green eyes burning with passion as Draco willed himself to concentrate on the newt eyes on the table before him, his grip tightened around his knife.
"Potter, just cut the Doxy Eggs, would you?" Draco snapped in response, his entire body was tensed up and his breathing was harsh now. Yupp, he definitely wasn't surviving that Potion's lesson. Not with his sanity intact, at least.
Harry edged closer still, willing to see how far he could go to make Draco snap. 'I know this is mean, I know but I can't help it! I want Draco, I want him to accept wanting me. And I want him to show it to everybody,' he thought selfishly, 'Well with this War being thrown on me, don't I get a chance to be selfish? To be happy?'
"We need to crush the lacewing flies and add three freshly crushed," Draco repeated the line from the textbook, Harry nodded slowly and pushed the dull end of his blade down on the lacewing flies Draco had collected one at a time.
The blonde was watching him, the way his hard, calloused hand held the knife gently, his emerald eyes as they concentrated beneath those ghastly glasses, how his messy hair fell in every direction, and he was mesmerized. How did it take him so long to realize just how beautiful Harry really was?
"Potter, crush them harder," Draco ordered, the dead flies weren't oozing yet like they were supposed to be.
"Harder, you say?" Harry asked, turning to him with a malicious grin that Draco thought only a top-notch Slytherin could adorn, "I can do hard. Actually, I love doing it hard. Everything. The harder the better. Would you like to see just how hard I can do it?" his grin widened as Draco ducked his head, allowing for his blonde fringe to cover his rosy cheeks.
He couldn't help but think about the night before at that point, their members grinding up against one another, Harry's hot breath on his skin, the way he sucked his neck. The same neck Draco had to cover with a high collared blouse that day. He couldn't have people asking questions he couldn't give answers to. "Just bleeding well crush the-"
"Jeez, I'm doing it. No need to blow a gasket!" Harry teased, crushing them harder and then dropping the three necessary lacewing flies into their brewing potion.
"Now heat it up to 150F," Draco ordered tightly.
"I would ask you why don't you just heat it up...but then again, you and I both know how good I am at heating things up so..." Harry trailed off with a sly wink which made Draco's body shiver, forcing him to jump back to the sensations he had felt when their skin touched less than twelve hours ago. Harry heated up the cauldron and followed Draco's directions without incident for the better part of the period.
It was nearing three-quarters through their Double Potions class when they had to allow their potion to simmer for seven minutes after three minutes of counter clockwise stirring. Harry offered to stir, and as he did so his unoccupied left hand fell down onto Draco's upper thigh nonchalantly.
The blonde's eyes widened at the surge of electricity that pulsated through him, "Potter!" he hissed, when the boy turned to him and shrugged as if to say 'Can I help you?' Draco decided to give up and into the nice, warm sensation of that hand being there.
Draco wanted him so badly, and he had barely slept thinking about him all night. He knew and fully understood that Harry was his mate, but it didn't mean he accepted it yet. His Father might not work for the Dark Lord anymore and this was common knowledge, but that didn't mean he was ready to completely betray his own flesh and blood by mating with The-Boy-Who-Lived, a Half-Blood at that. Even if he was famous, more powerful than most Wizards if not all, good looking and rich too, it still didn't make up for the fact that he wasn't a Pureblood. Ever since Draco was little, he was told he had to be with a Pureblood.
And then he remembered that he was a full-blooded Veela. Not very pure of him. Also, whilst on the subject, he recalled how if the Veela didn't mate with their intended by the end of the first season, they would lose the will to live. Draco felt as though he could easily prove this theory wrong. He had been living without Potter for the first seventeen years of his life, Draco felt as though he could keep on plowing through without the brunette.
But this was an entirely different situation. Draco liked to separate it from his thoughts. For Harry Potter's hand wasn't on his thigh anymore and he had this incrediable feeling on his...'IS HARRY POTTER'S HAND ON MY PACKAGE?' Draco's mind was screaming bloody murder at him, but he didn't find his body reacting in any negative way. All he did was widen his eyes and let his forehead fall down onto the desk. He didn't even try to hit Harry's hand away, and there it was rubbing gently through Draco's fabric trying to arouse the already firm member.
Draco felt his world spinning, the fumes in the Potions classroom and the busying students weren't helping. He tried to think of Professor Snape is ghastly situations and drag, but it just wouldn't compensate for the amazing feeling his groin was experiencing.
Harry had been slowly rubbing Draco's area for a few minutes now, and he was surprised that just now the blonde had noticed it. This made him smile smugly as he finished off his stirring and sat back in his seat nonchalantly. And then he removed his hand from the other boys lap, and watched as Draco's hunched form relaxed visibly and he heaved a sigh of relief. Harry knew he was driving him insane, that even if he wanted to stop it that the Veela in him most likely wouldn't.
So Harry kept going. He couldn't fathom exactly what had made him so devious, but lately around Draco Malfoy that's all he wanted to do. Maybe Draco was having a bad influence on Harry's Slytherin side.
Harry slowly began to undo the buttons on Draco's trousers, hoping that it would take a moment for the blonde to notice like it had the last time. No such luck as Draco automatically responded, his right hand wrapped tightly around Harry's impeding wrist and yanked it faraway from him.
"Watch where you put your hands, Potter, or you might not have any hands left to put anywhere," Draco threatened darkly, and with that he took all of the willpower inside of him to edge himself as faraway from the boy as possible.
"Hmm...no fun, Draco," Harry pouted mockingly, but decided it was best to leave it for now. He had done enough harm as it was, and he was beginning to feel embarassed of himself. He was taking full advantage of his knowledge of Draco's condition.
"No detention tonight Potter," Draco said after a few minuets of silence, Harry turned to him in question.
"Why not, can't take the heat?" he asked.
"I have got better things to do than waste my time with little Gryffindork's like you," Draco hissed, but they both knew it wasn't true. More silence passed awkwardly in the stiff, muggy air.
"Draco, stop denying yourself," Harry said after a few minutes, he could tell that everytime he was near the blonde he would tense up. He had read how hard it was to resist one's mate, and he didn't like that Draco was doing this constantly and without second thought. Was it really that hard to just accept it and want him? Because Merlin knows Harry definitely wanted Draco now after all of his day dreaming.
"Since when have you known, Potter?" Draco questioned, he wasn't going to outwardly deny it anymore, but he wasn't going to accept it either.
"Since, erm, the end of last term," Harry blushed, lowering his head.
"How did you figure it out then? Before I did, might I say," Draco added gloomily, crossing his arms.
"Uhm...a lotta research. Uhm, you've changed, a lot...physically,"
"I know, please do not remind me of this. My hair is absurdly hideous," Draco grumbled but Harry couldn't help but keep a small smile off of his face at that.
"I-I think you look brilliant, actually," Harry said with a deep, crimson blush before turning his attention towards the back of the room. Ron was sitting there beside Pansy Parkinson and for once it looked like the two had something in common. They were fuming, bright-red faces at the two of them.
"Looks like they aren't too happy about us talking. What the bloody hell do they expect, us to hex each others balls off?" Harry snarled beneath his breath, he hated being watched like a little child and he even hated it more when people judged him on who he could or could not be friends with. It happened more than one might think.
"What use would that be?" Draco sighed, he was rubbing his forehead now. Even though Harry was nearby, it was still pounding. It was the side effects from him not completing his bound yet. Spring was drawing nearer, and it was a warning. One he still didn't know if he wanted to heed.
They finished their lesson in silence, Harry had stopped picking on Draco as well. The next class before lunch was Transfiguration and Harry, Ron and Hermione got there before Draco and his cronies. But as Draco walked in the front door completely composed once again, collected and steady, Harry couldn't help but smirk again. He wanted to start playing with his mind all over. He wanted to see him struggling, he wanted Draco to admit that he wanted him.
And then he saw the perfect opportunity, Draco's collar fell down slightly from where it was supposed to be as he walked towards his usual seat in the middle of McGonagall's classroom. Harry smiled broadly at the red and purple love mark he saw there, he immediately stood up and ignored his friends questioning him as he made his way over to Draco.
The blonde looked up at him and raised an elegant eyebrow, "Have you lost your way, Potty? Need a Map?" he drawled lazily, and then pretended to look at his manicured nails uninterestingly.
"Nope, just wondering what it is I see here..." Harry said cheerily, reaching down towards Draco and as he was about to pull down his collar further, the blonde reacted quickly. Quicker than Harry would have expected him to act.
The Stunning Curse flew at Harry full speed but he easily deflected it before sending a Boogey Hex in response. Draco wasn't as lucky with his fast deflection. The entire class stared, not knowing what to make of the sudden situation. 'What just happened?' was the question on everybody's mind.
"Do not touch me, Potter! And do not fucking THINK about it," Draco growled, righting himself now and standing towering above Harry who frowned back up at him.
Harry didn't think it really was that big of a deal, all he wanted to do was tease him about his love bite but then Draco had just completely flipped on him. 'Why is he so bloody difficult?' he cursed himself, but then lowered his wand and shoved it into his pocket as Draco eyed him icily, fists clenched at his side.
"Boys! Fighting, again! That's it, I've had it with you two!" Professor McGonagall's shrill voice sounded from the doorway, "Ten points from each House..and detention, tonight! Seven o'clock sharp, and don't even think about being late Mister Malfoy!" she hissed and then strode to the front of the classroom. "Now in your seats!" she added, and Harry quickly obliged to find his own seat next to Ron and Hermione.
"What was that?" Ron hissed when it was safe a few minutes later, "What the hell is going on with you and Malfoy? Being all talky-talky in Potions and then...whatever the hell that was!"
"Malfoy's a mood swinger, we all know that," Harry shrugged.
"Then why do you keep provoking him, Harry?" Hermione questioned, shaking her head in disapproval at her friends actions.
Harry found he could only shrug in response as he thought 'I'm provoking him because it's the most fun thing I've ever done,'.
