Chapter Ten:

Let's Play Quiddith

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"Aragog has officially grown fins."

Harry heard Ron drop his shoulder bag by his bed and walk over to Harry's, where he was laying there with his arms behind his head with a large, goofy smile plastered on his face, feeling absolutely serene.

"Er, Harry? I'm pretty sure that Aragog is a spider, and they don't really come equipped with-"

"Don't you remember when you teased me, about having a crush on Malfoy?" Harry said, suddenly popping up into a sitting position and smiling broadly at his friend.

Ron sat cautiously down on the end of Harry's bed, "Oh, right...well, er, I already kinda knew you liked him. I told you I was fine with it," he shrugged, this wasn't news to him for he had gotten used to the idea already, so long as he didn't have to be in the Slytherin's presence for elongated periods of time.

"So, it's alright that he asked me out and I said yes then?" Harry beamed.

"He WHAT?" Ron exploded at first before coughing and lowering his voice, "Sorry, uhm, when exactly? And er...congratulations, I guess, you're… uhm, happy about it?" he stuttered, wrapping his head around the concept that he knew he would have to someday.

"He asked me today, on our way back from Hogsmeade. Ron, he really does make me happy," Harry smiled, his mind seemed to drift off elsewhere.

"Harry and Draco sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Seamus had appeared at the doorway and he was sauntering inside, wearing a shit-eating grin with his arms crossed. Harry blushed but couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Er, you alright with this?"

"I already told you so, mate. Good pickings too. He ain't so bad lookin'," The Irishmen winked, causing Ron to flush.

"Seamus!" he cursed lowly, not particularly wishing to hear that coming from two of his friends now.

"Could I ask you two to keep it down for a little while, yeah?" Harry asked nervously, biting his lip.

"It's already something I don't particularly want on my mind anyway, so I'll just pretend it isn't happening," Ron clapped Harry on the back and cheekily grinned, "So long as you just don't be dragging him around here, I won't hesitate to throttle him,"

Seamus chuckled and shook his head, "Sure thing, Harry. I could understand why the two of you would wanna keep quiet. I mean, being who you were – or rather are and all. What do you think Rita Skeeter would have to say about you then, 'eh?" he waltzed over and punched Harry playfully on the shoulder.

"Ronald! Harry!" Hermione rapped harshly on the door to the dormitory, "We're going to miss dinner!"

"Urgh," Ron groaned and rolled his eyes but the growl in his stomach didn't allow him to protest his girlfriend's beckoning. Harry chuckled and the boys vacated the dormitory, he was so glad he had such great excepting friends. Well… for the most part.

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Harry collapsed onto the cold, damp grass after dinner on Monday evening. He was breathing hard and still had his wand clutched tightly in his hand, with sweat beaded down his face even though the winter temperature was upon them. Draco sighed wearily and slumped against the Lilac tree trunk. Harry could almost hear his boyfriend's heart hammering away in his chest.

They were outside the day before their Charms assignment was due, practicing the Mind Constriction Charm. It had taken two and a half hours to get it nearly perfect, but still after every time either of them cast it, it left them drained. "Chocolate?" Harry offered, slowly bringing himself into a cross-legged position beside Draco as he handed him a broken off piece of dark chocolate.

Draco accepted it wordlessly and quickly popped the piece into his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue and help restore his energy. "I think we have both got it, but I do not believe it will be possible to perform without unease,"

"Well, only one of us needs to do it during class so...I really don't mind," Harry shrugged; it had been him that was the first of the two to successfully cast the Charm, and it didn't seem to use up as much magical energy as it did for Draco.

"That would be good, and then I could finish the lesson afterwards because you would not be in any such state. Would you like to perform it on me, or on somebody else?" Draco asked, slightly uneasily, the feeling of having the Charm on you was quite nerve wracking.

"I'll use Ron. That is, if Flitwick will let me," Harry sighed, he reached into his cloak pocket and fumbled around for a moment until he retrieved a joint. He put it to his mouth and lit it, taking a few puffs before growing a lot less tense and handing it over to Draco.

The blonde followed suit and inhaled a few drags before his eyes became teary and he handed it off once again. The effects were still rather immediate for Draco as he leaned his head down on Harry's left shoulder comfortably, he felt the brunette's arms wrap lightly around him, the joint shoved in the corner of his mouth.

Harry held him lightly, his hands entwined with themselves on Draco's waist, trapping his boyfriend in his hold. Harry leaned down to tentatively kiss the top of the boys forehead, sending shivers down Draco's spine. He had never been touched so gently, kissed so chastely and with such kindness.

"Draco, I-uh, I don't… well, uhm, I don't know what you want from me, really," Harry blushed as he spoke, his grip tightening around the Slytherin.

"Want from you? Nothing, Harry. I thought I made it clear that all I wanted was you to be with me," Draco said firmly, unashamed by these confessions of his feelings he made.

"But, I mean I've never really… er, been with somebody. Y'know? As in..." Harry trailed off and when Draco squirmed in his arms to get a better look backwards at the boy, he could see a deep crimson blush on his cheeks as he heavily puffed on the joint.

"You're a virgin?" Draco quipped for him, Harry nodded embarassingly. "Harry, as I said before all I want is to be with you. If I have you, I can wait for as long as necessary to go further. You make the rules, alright?" he cocked his head fully to the right to peck his cheek and then fell back into his arms comfortably, leaning against his chest.

Harry passed him the joint and watched amusedly as Draco inhaled deeply, the smoke falling almost musically out of the blonde's thin, pink lips. "Thank you," Harry whispered, snuggling him even closer still.

Their momentarily silence was broken by a soft giggle coming from Draco, and then another. And another. "Hehe, Harry, hehe," he giggled, his voice relaxed and high.

"What is it?" Harry asked softly in a daze.

"What does this weed make everything tickle?" Draco broke into a soft, fit of giggles again as Harry looked down at him to see what it was this time. "Heh, your hair, hah," he explained shortly.

Harry smiled broadly down at him and squeezed, "Sorry," he mumbled and taking another long glance at Draco's giddy face, he leaned his head back against the tree so that his long, raven hair was no longer grazing across Draco's cheek.

They sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the evening, neither wishing to let go of the other and enjoying the soft sunset against the backdrop of the Hogwarts Grounds. Their relationships, just new and beginning, already seemed so strong and true, as even just their presence with one another felt so perfect.

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"Can I use Ron?" Harry asked, nudging in the redhead's direction at the front of the class who immediately paled upon being asked to be a guinea pig.

"I'm sorry, Mr Potter, but it is safer for you to use your own partner who knows more about the effects of this specific Charm. Especially since Mind Constriction is nearly illegal and a highly volatile, difficult Charm," Professor Flitwick frowned, obviously still unhappy that the paired students had chosen such a Charm for the assignment, although impressed with their research portion.

"Er, right then. Draco?" Harry asked softly, looking uneasily at the blonde who shrugged and stepped forward, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Ready when you are Potter," he hissed slightly, blatantly not keen on having this cast on him once again.

Harry cleared his head and then questioned; 'What do I want Draco to think of?'. Suddenly the only things that came to his head seemed extremely inappropriate. Yesterday he had used Quidditch and school work… the entire Seventh Years Charms class was looking expectantly at him, he quickly readied himself to cast the charm.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his wand in Draco's direction and said the incantation, "Contraho Animus!"

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At first, only a stream of soft looking, crystal light flooded from the tip of Harry's wand and hit Draco square in the chest. The blonde had braced himself for impact and didn't even falter on his feet, his stance stayed the same as the class watched, waiting. Suddenly Draco's arms tightened their hold around his abdomen, his eyes went comically wide and his heart began beating fast.

He saw images of the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest trees full in their barren beauty. He looked up and pictured that Lilac tree Harry and he always sat underneath. Then he felt something wet, warm and exhilarating press itself against the nook of his neck. He gasped in surprise until he looked down and realized it was Harry himself, sprawled out ontop of him and heavily snogging, biting and nipping at his neck. Draco had to steady himself, remind himself not to moan aloud as the vibrant thought in his head did not end. He remembered this image from a dream he had the night before, and Harry had latched onto it during the Charm. He knew it wasn't real, but that didn't stop him from becoming aroused by it.

Draco swallowed heavily, he felt himself becoming light-headed as the image did not stop yet. Harry's hot kisses trailed down his neck, unbuttoned his cloak, down his chest. And then suddenly his hands were lost in Draco's trousers as he coughed to cover a groan of pleasure.

"Brilliant! Absolutely superb!" Professor Flitwick was beaming and clapping his hands when Draco's vision blurred and he came back to notice the Seventh Year class all around him. He shot Harry a deep glare but it was cut short as he noticed the brunette, wavering on his feet from the exhaust of the Charm, blushing madly at what had just happened.

"I can see it worked perfectly! Mister Potter, are you alright?"

"I-It's a very exhausting Charm, sir. If I may please just-"

"Of course, sit down!" Flitwick hurriedly summoned Harry a chair in which he collapsed onto, taking out a piece of chocolate from his cloak he had gotten beforehand.

"As you can all see," Draco started explaining, having regained himself completely, "It is much like the Imperio Curse, to a certain extent. Harry cast the Charm and although he did not have control of my body, nor could he implant thoughts into my head, he could search through my thoughts as a Leglimens would and latch onto one key image, feeling or thought. From there he may manipulate, but not vastly change this thought. But when the Mind Constriction Charm is in place, I cannot change my train of thought until it is lifted, and it is the caster's choice as to what I am thinking,"

Blaise raised his hand at the back of the class, "What did Potter make you think?" He asked loudly, all of the students turned curiously also wanting the answer to that question.

Harry blushed deeply as he sat tiredly, but Draco's mask was firmly in place as he pursed his lips. "Quidditch," he mumbled quickly, but Blaise knew all the better and his dark, low chuckle could be heard from the back of the classroom.

Once they were finished presenting their assignment, they went back to their seats Halfway through Blaise's and Longbottom's presentation, Harry sent a back to Draco as slyly as possible, although Ron noticed and said nothing of the matter.

Draco opened the parchment and found himself smirking at what was written on it.

'D - Lets play Quidditch after class. Room of Requirment. H.'