Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Harry Potter, I am just a humble fan

Warning: Rated M

Jeff moaned into Nick's mouth as the Durmstrang boy's hands landed on his backside, pulling him flush up against him as he fisted the dark brown uniform. He sucked on Nick's lower lip, before delving back in with his tongue. I'm getting so turned on, we need to go somewhere a bit more private to continue this! Thought Jeff.

They were in the grounds, hidden at the back of the quidditch pitch, but still it wasn't exactly private. It was also freezing cold as it was the middle of January. The afternoon air was crisp and cool, their breaths coming out in foggy mists.

Both boys jumped apart when they heard footsteps and someone obnoxiously clearing their throat. Draco.

"There you are, Nick. I've been looking for you." He looked at Jeff's and his joined hands and kiss swollen lips in disgust. He focussed only on Nick as he continued, completely ignoring the Hufflepuff boy.

"Father sent me an owl this morning asking how my lessons are going with you. Since I had no idea what he was talking about until I read the rest of his letter, I thought I would give you a chance to explain yourself first. I'm sure you wouldn't want my reply to include anything about your inappropriate behaviour at Hogwarts." Draco's eyes slid derisively over Jeff, before staring back at Nick.

As Draco paused, some of his Slytherin cronies came up from behind to flank him.

Jeff's hand was beginning to lose the blood supply to it because Nick was gripping it so hard. He looked sideways at his boyfriend and gulped nervously when he saw the Durmstrang boy's jaw set tightly, a vein starting to pulse on the side of his neck. Wide eyed, Jeff looked back to Draco, who unbelievably seemed to have missed the signs of impending danger.

Nick turned to Jeff, ran his free hand gently across his jaw and leant in to kiss him softly. He pulled back, saying, "Please excuse me for a minute." Jeff nodded, eyes glued to his boyfriend as he let go of Nick's hand and stepped away to give him some room. He didn't really know why he did that, but he could just sense that that was what Nick was asking him.

Nick turned back to Draco who looked nauseous at the display of affection between them. The young Slytherin continued, "Unless you agree to begin proper lessons on the Dark Arts, I will have no option but to..."

Nick cut him off. "I will not teach you Dark Arts spells until you have properly demonstrated the respect they deserve and the ability to defend them."

Draco scoffed dismissively as Nick continued. "Without proper defensive skills, even the mildest spells are dangerous, particularly when combined with a hex or a curse."

Draco was rolling his eyes and sharing disbelieving looks with his dim friends. Nick had reached the end of his limited patience with his rude cousin.

"Draw your wand." Nick stated, pointing his in the direction of the Slytherin boys. As Draco reached for his, Nick pointed his at one of Draco's friends and commanded, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Goyle!" Draco yelled as his friend rose high into the air, stopping about thirty feet up. Nick held him there as he calmly spoke to Draco.

"So, I'm assuming you know some defensive spells? How are you going to stop me, and save Goyle?"

Draco first looked confident, then confused as he realised the extent of the problem in front of him.

Nick smirked, coldly. "I'm guessing you were going to disarm me? Go ahead, but I'm not sure Goyle will thank you for rearranging his face." He stared challengingly at Draco.

Jeff held his breath, adrenalin pumping round his body. His feet felt like they had lead boots on, rooting him to the spot. He wouldn't hurt Goyle, would he?

Draco seemed to make a choice, beginning to utter a spell aimed at Nick, but he was too slow. Nick very quickly pointed his wand at Draco, saying, "Mimble Wimble" as the other Slytherin boys and Jeff gasped as Goyle screamed, falling five feet before Nick held him back up.

Draco was mumbling gibberish, desperately trying to make a normal voice sound.

"Lesson one, the Tongue-Tying Curse. Very good for preventing your opponent from casting their spell. You could, of course, have shielded yourself from it using the defensive spell, Protego."

Jeff could only stare at Nick in slight fear at his calmness and ruthlessness when dealing with these boys. Holy hell, he's hot when he's angry. The blood pumping round his body was starting to go in a southerly direction as he waited for Nick's next move.

Another of Draco's friends started yelling at Nick to let Goyle go. "Silencio!" Nick commanded. The boy became mute, angrily spluttering with no sounds making it out of his throat.

"Let him go, did you say? Are you sure?" Nick smirked cruelly. Jeff started to shake his head, his mouth forming a "No!" shape, as Draco's eyes widened in fear, still unable to speak.

Nick flicked his wand and Goyle started to fall, his ear-splitting scream echoing across the grounds. Jeff looked away, shielding his eyes and waiting for the crash landing, that never came.

"Aresto Momentum!" Nick yelled firmly and Goyle's descent stopped, the scared Slytherin left dangling one foot off the ground, before Nick laid him down gently on the grass.

Nick continued speaking to Draco matter-of-factly, as if he hadn't just dropped a boy almost thirty feet deliberately. "As I was saying, Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons with me will commence next week.

Once you have mastered defence and can display more respect than arrogance, I will teach you some hexes and curses. I will not, under any circumstances, teach you the three unforgivable curses as I do not wish to end up in Azkaban. Do I make myself clear?"

Draco nodded, terrified, before turning sharply and scampering off with his friends following.

Nick put away his wand before turning to Jeff. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He walked up to Jeff, standing in front of him closely as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him towards him to kiss him sweetly.

Jeff let out a whimper.

On Jeff's way back up to the castle after he had said goodbye to Nick, who had returned to the Durmstrang ship, he bumped into two figures heading the other way, holding what appeared to be a map.

"Hi George, Fred!" Jeff called out. "Do you really need a map to get around? You are sixth year's after all!" He laughed.

"Ah, but this is no ordinary map." George replied mischievously. "This shows us where people are at all times of the day. Particularly people who suddenly disappear for lengths of time from the seventh floor corridor." He winked, looking pointedly at a crimson Jeff.

"Okay, you've got me! Please don't tell any teachers!" Jeff begged.

Fred laughed. "Of course we won't, and make sure you don't let anyone know about the Marauder's Map either, Snape is already suspicious!"

Jeff nodded. The boys parted, saying goodbye, and Jeff carried on. He turned when one of the twins shouted to his back, "Oh, and Jeff? We're sending you a little present, for you and your boyfriend. Think of it as an early Valentine's gift!"

The twins sniggered and ran off, laughing and chattering.

Jeff looked puzzled, before heading back to Hufflepuff house, wondering what on earth they could be sending him.

Unfortunately for him, he found out at dinner time. The hall was packed with students of all houses and schools as an elderly and quite doddery Errol, the Weasley family's owl, made a crash landing into his soup. Once Jeff had fished the parcel from his bowl and sent Errol away, he began opening the parcel with many pairs of eyes on him.

By the time his brain had reminded him that it was probably a bad idea to open anything from the Weasley twins in public, he had already caught sight of the contents. Lube and condoms, a bulk lot. He blushed from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes as he hastily wrapped them back up and got up to sprint from the hall to Hufflepuff house.

Just as he reached the Great Hall door he heard the twins yell loudly from the Gryffindor table, "You're welcome!"

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