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~ Chapter 14 - A Day Full of Awkwardness ~

"Are you ready to face the music?" Harry asked nervously as he watched Draco meticulously tying his school tie.

"No," the blond replied finishing up. "Are you?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Good, let's go then," Malfoy smirked, shrinking his textbook bag so it was teeny tiny and placing it in his trouser pocket.

"How can you do that all the time and not damage any of your things?" Harry asked hefting his own bag over his shoulder. "I did it once and the text in one of my books wouldn't enlarge again and I ended up having to buy a new one."

"You can't just do it with any bag. I bought mine from a travel shop in Paris, it's made with special material that has numerous charms woven into it to stop that very thing from happening," Draco looked himself over once more in the mirror. "Right, come on let's get this over and done with."

Harry felt himself begin to panic but squashed it instantly. "Right, let's do this."

They walked through their little common room and opened the front door that lead onto the third floor corridor, exiting their safe haven.

Harry couldn't help but feel like he was a piece of meat about to be thrown to a pack of ravenous lions.

As they veered off the third floor to descend the stairs, there was suddenly students everywhere, walking in every which way - some heading to breakfast, others to the Library.

Like a switched had been flicked everyone went silent and groups of witches and wizards stopped to stare at the two men with open mouths.

Harry dropped his head at once to stare at his black shoes. He didn't want to see the questions and potent curiosity in all their eyes and mayhap if he didn't make eye contact, they would leave him alone.

"Head up Potter," Malfoy muttered barely moving his mouth. "Don't look at anyone just look straight ahead."

Harry lifted his head and did as was asked despite the fact he could hear the whispers beginning to start up - as they always did - and saw a group of girls pointing excitedly out of his peripheral vision.

"Look there they are!"

"Why are they walking together?"

"I thought they had a fight and nearly killed each other?"

"Maybe that's not what really happened."

"Wow, Draco is so gorgeous, he makes my heart hurt."

At that particular comment, Harry glanced sideways at Malfoy but the blonds face was a blank mask. Perhaps he hadn't heard?

"Oh my, let's not forget Harry. He is looking extra sexy this morning..."

Draco turned his head slightly to the brunette meeting his green eyes then slightly lifted one pale eyebrow at him.

Harry quickly smothered a smirk. Well the blond definitely heard that one.

They didn't talk or look at each other for the rest of the way down.

Harry just concentrated on ignoring everyone's stares and whispers and tried desperately not to trip over his own feet in his nervous state.

The brunette wasn't going to lie, it was bloody hard to ignore but he did his best.

When they reached the doors to the Great Hall they paused a moment taking a deep breath before walking in with heads held high.

Their ears were assaulted with the usual loud chatter of the students talking and laughing or going over last minute homework assignments with one another whilst they ate breakfast.

No one seemed to even notice them at first but it was glaringly obvious once they had. The silence descended in a sort of wave effect, it started with the students closest to them and rippled out in an arch.

Harry's face began to heat as the silence pressed in on him and Draco, making him feel lightheaded and oddly claustrophobic.

Again he dropped his eyes and without thinking started to make his way over to the Gryffindor table.

A hand whipped out to wrap tightly around his forearm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Draco gritted lowly, tugging Harry back into place next to him.

Harry glanced around the room and saw more than a few people staring in complete shock at Malfoy's hand clutching his arm.

The Gryffindor looked down panicked and wide eyed at the Slytherin's hand and then up into his cold grey eyes.

"Shit," Malfoy hissed and instantly let go, turning away for just a second.

Fucking hell, this was already getting off to a bad start.

"We are not sitting at the Gryffindor table," Draco growled under his breath, looking back at Harry menacingly.

"What?" Harry bit out furiously, forgetting the hundreds of eyes on them for the moment. "You don't honestly think I'm going to sit at the Slytherin table do you?"

"Yes," Draco snapped with finality and turned on his heel.

Harry glared angrily at the tall blonds retreating form, hesitating on the spot whilst fuming with himself for not bringing up where they'd sit earlier. Then, seeing no other choice he followed.

He could hear shocked gasps echo around the room as he caught up to Draco and he couldn't help but look up towards the heavens, praying to the muggle God he never believed in to help him out, just this once.

Of course no miracle happened, which is exactly what he'd expected. God had never helped him out the millions of times he'd prayed to be free of the Dursley's. True he was finally free of them now but that wasn't God's doing it was due to his magical heritage and Dumbledore of course.

They sat down with Draco's friends Pansy, Blaise, Theodore and Daphne, who gratefully barely batted an eyelid in Harry's direction - well except Pansy who looked him up and down distastefully. Harry rolled his eyes at her and then narrowed them suspiciously as a sly smile pulled at her lips.

That's when she did something that she would soon regret and put her arm around Draco's shoulder kissing him full on the mouth three times, holding the last kiss a few seconds longer than was socially appropriate.

Harry tensed, eyes flashing dangerously. Deep down he knew this needed to happen to keep up appearances but did she have to purposefully wind him up in the process?

He tried, oh how he tried! But he seriously couldn't help his inner caveman from bursting out.

Draco sneakily placed his hand on the brunette's knee giving it a half-reassuring, half-warning squeeze. After all, the last thing they wanted was Harry going all 'The Hulk' on Pansy, in front of the entire school.

That would surely open up a whole new can of worms.

Despite thinking that, Harry pulled his wand from his pocket anyway and blindly aimed it under the table at what he hoped was Pansy's legs and then sent a freezing jinx under her skirt.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he and everyone in a fifty mile radius heard a shrill deafening scream explode from her mouth.

"Mother fucker!" she half roared, half squealed rounding on Harry furiously.

Harry gasped in mock sympathy. "Oh dear, are you alright Parkinson?"

She stuttered a few times, shivering uncontrollably, before realising she couldn't say anything without revealing the truth about Draco to the hundreds of eyes and ears around them, so instead she just screamed long and hard causing several people sat close to her to wince and cover their ears.

This actually seemed to work out quite well because now all the school's attention was on a furious Pansy, who was currently running from the Great Hall like a crazy woman.

That was until an unknown but distinctly male voice yelled out that, "she's probably upset because she's realised Malfoy's in love with Potter!"

There was some laughter and murmurs of agreements but most of the students still seemed to be stunned into silence.

Draco groaned and ran a hand over his face roughly, at a loss with what to do with the situation - part of him wanted to laugh hysterically and the other half wanted to bang his head repeatedly on the dining table until he passed out.

"Was that absolutely necessary?" Draco asked irritated. "You have made things ten times worse."

"Yes," Harry spat. "It was absolutely, most definitely, completely, totally and utterly necessary."

Draco shook his head amused at the Gryffindor's response, despite his previous annoyance and began to pile his plate with bacon, sausage and egg but when he noticed a group of seventh year Slytherin's staring at him with mouths slightly open in shock and confusion, he quickly back tracked.

"Well... you're an idiot!" he spat, whacking Harry over the head.

"Ow," Potter yelped, frowning and rubbing the sore spot vigorously. "What was that for?"

"Just because Pansy and I locked you out of the bedroom last night, doesn't give you the right to be a dick!"

"Come again?" Harry asked bewildered.

What the hell was Draco talking about? Then the brunette noticed their little audience and it all made perfect sense.

"You're just jealous because you're not getting any action; bet you wanked to the sound of us fucking, didn't you?" Malfoy sneered nastily.

Seriously? Harry thought. He had to take it that one step too far didn't he? Well two can play at that game.

"You know, I wish I had time to wank but it was over so quickly I didn't have a chance. What was it, like 3 pumps?" Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Plus it sounded like you were shagging a banshee - for some strange reason that doesn't do it for me."

Malfoy laughed lowly. "Oh Potter, I think everyone here knows what does it for you. You like them crying and in deep despair as I recall, although it has been awhile, hasn't it?" Harry's nostrils flared angrily. He did not just bring up the Cho fiasco and the fact Harry has had zero luck in the relationship department. What a bastard. "And really I can't help being exceptionally good in bed, I mean what can I say? I drive women crazy and men on the odd occasion."

Harry's mouth fell open. Did he just say and men? - It was easy to forget the whole Pureblood thing and how it was very normal for witches and wizards to play around with the same sex.

Harry tried not to think about Malfoy having sex with other witches and wizards but failed miserably.

"Whatever," Harry said sighed, grabbing a piece of toast and to anyone watching him it looked like he was totally uninterested in what Malfoy had just said but inside he was a raging mass of swirling emotion.

Exactly how many people had Malfoy slept with?

And who the hell were they? Harry needed to know!

He subtly glanced around the Great Hall as if all of Draco's ex sexual partners would have 'Draco Malfoy was here' stamped to their foreheads.

What a ridiculous notion. He really needed to get a grip.

The room was abuzz with giddy chatter and eyes where continually looking in his and Draco's direction.

Harry sighed again and searched the Gryffindor table for his best friend's faces. When he found them Ron and Hermione were both smiling and waving at him. It instantly made him feel better.

Ten minutes went by and not one of their class mates had come up and asked a single question - sure there were plenty of questions bouncing around the air but none had been specifically directed at them.

"This is weird," Harry murmured out the side of his mouth.

"What is?" Draco asked patting his mouth with a napkin, which made Harry snort rudely. "What's so funny?" the blond asked looking at Harry down his nose.

"Nothing," Harry waved his hand. "Don't you think it's weird we aren't being bombarded with questions?"

"No," Draco replied bluntly.

"Well I do, there's definitely something strange going on here."

"Nothing strange is going on," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I told you my house never asks me questions about anything - not even when the chosen one comes to sit with me at breakfast."

Thinking of it Harry did remember Draco saying that once but he just thought he was over-exaggerating and talking himself up to sound more intimidating. "Well if we were sat at my house table the questions would never stop coming."

"Which is exactly why we aren't sat there," the blond sneered. "Nosy load of gits," he muttered to himself.

"I'm sure your house is dying to know why I'm here but they are just too scared to ask you."

"And so they should be," Draco murmured darkly, scowling at a group of sixth years who gasped and quickly looked away from the odd pair.

"I wonder why none of the other houses are coming over to us?"

"Are you mad?" Draco scoffed. "No student from another house comes over to the Slytherin table," the blond looked at Harry like he had just morphed into Professor McGonagall.

At that moment, Ron and Hermione slid onto the bench on the opposite side of the table from them.

Draco growled. "Except for these fucking fools! - What do you think you're doing?" he directed at the two Gryffindor's.

Theo and Daphne, scooted down and away from Ron and Hermione like they were carrying the plague, whilst Blaise continued to chat with a fellow Slytherin, only glancing at the couple once in disinterest.

"We are getting mithered to death over there," Ron grumbled unhappily. "I just want to eat my breakfast in peace, is that too much to ask?"

"Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't think about how you would get hounded too," Harry said apologetically. "What are they asking you?"

"Who gives a shit?!" Draco exclaimed rudely, cutting the red-head off before he even had a chance to speak. "Get off my table, right now."

Hermione scoffed. "This isn't your table Malfoy."

"Really?" he laughed humourlessly, then turned to a fifth year sitting a little way down. "Whose table is this?" he asked bitingly.

"Y-yours," the boy stuttered.

Draco turned back to Hermione with a smug smile. "See? Now get lost."

"Fuck off Malfoy," Ron growled.

"That's really big of you bullying a young boy, well done you," Hermione congratulated sarcastically.

"I'm not bullying anyone, everyone knows their place around here and he was just helping me state a fact," Malfoy argued.

God, he could be such a stuck up prick at times.

"Malfoy," Harry sighed. "They are not going back over there to get hassled because of us," the brunette looked around to see they had a large audience of avid listeners. "Plus," Harry lowered his voice. "You are causing a scene."

"I'm causing no scene, they are!" Malfoy exploded pointing at Ron and Hermione.

Harry groaned burying his head in his hands.

"I know what to do," Malfoy said before standing up to address the entire school.

All Malfoy had to do was gaze around the large room and slowly but surely everyone went silent and stared at him expectantly.

'No, please tell me he is not doing this now!' Harry thought desperately sinking low in his seat and lowering his head onto his arm which was resting on the table.

If Harry couldn't see anyone, they can't see him. Right?

"I suppose you're all wondering why your "Boy Wonder" is sat here with me and not at his own table," there was a murmur of agreement and a small muffled moan from Harry. "Well the most unfortunate of things has happened to me," Harry looked up and glare at the blond. Was this not happening to Harry also? "Potter and I have been temporarily bonded together with the Commitment Bond, which as most of you may know means we can't leave each other's sides for three to four weeks. We are currently looking into the counter spell and potion and will have this rectified in no time. So there you go, that's it. Now you can all go back to your boring pathetic lives.

There were a few grumbles at that statement, which caused Malfoy to smile happily.

"Oh and one more thing," Draco added and the room went deathly quiet again to hear what he had to say. "If you ask me, Potter or any of our friends any questions about the bond or anything associated with it, I have a strong; I suppose you could say prophetic feeling you will severely regret it. So please, keep that in mind won't you?"

Harry actually laughed at that, who the hell did Malfoy think he was?! But as the brunette looked around he saw real fear upon a lot of faces.

Damn.

As the chatter in the hall started back up again Draco sat down. "Problem solved. Goodbye," he waved at Hermione and Ron who both scowled at him.

"Dick," Ron barked, before standing up and pulling Hermione with him. "We'll see you later mate," he said to Harry.

Harry just gave them a one handed salute, whilst resting his chin on his other hand, felling utterly fed up with the day already. "Yeah, see ya."

For the most part the morning went by without much fuss to Harry's surprise.

The stares were bothersome but it was nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

He even had a chance to read some of the 'Forbidden Bonds' book Hermione had given them.

He sneakily hid the book inside of his charms textbook, whilst Flitwick chirped on with his high pitched voice about something or another. He managed to read without interruption whilst looking like he was involved in the lesson. Win, win.

He found out a few rather interesting and disturbing things about the Aeternum Sacramentum potion. Apparently after a few weeks a bonded pair would start to feel their partner's feelings, like anger, happiness, sadness, and lust, to the point where eventually they wouldn't be able to differentiate whose feelings were whose.

That made Harry sour at the thought; he didn't want Malfoy to feel his bloody emotions! It was completely intrusive. Although Harry didn't have any problem experiencing Draco's, in fact he wouldn't mind at all having a VIP ticket into Draco Malfoy's innermost feelings. It would be rather fascinating, he was quite sure of it.

The brunette glanced at the blond next to him who was running his thumb and index finger over his feathered quill in deep thought.

Actually that little bond perk would have been perfect right about now.

He looked back down to the book and continued reading.

There was a section on how the bonded pair could combine their magic together, making them both extremely powerful.

Like that would ever happen!

He skipped over that part.

It also mentioned that the potion could either be brewed by the couple or by an outsider. If brewed by the couple, then they would be able to break the bond easy enough at any time by simply brewing the counter-potion and if brewed by an outsider they would need a lock of his or her hair first to add to the counter-potion in order for it to work, otherwise they would be bonded till death do they part.

Again Harry got that worried gut wrenching sick feeling he always got whenever he thought about how the hell they were going to find the person who did this to them.

"We should go and see Dumbledore straight after class, before going to Lunch," Harry whispered to Draco.

"Why?" he mouthed back.

"Because we need to borrow his Pensieve and you could also use the floo to talk to your Dad if the one our room is been closed."

Malfoy looked up to the ceiling as if put out but nodded never the less.

Harry closed the 'Forbidden Bonds' book and slipped it into his bag not wanting to read anymore until later when he could sit and discuss it with Draco.

The talk with Malfoy's father didn't go well at all. Harry didn't know exactly what had been said but going off the blond's mood and attitude, it was pretty bad.

All Harry knew was that Draco had gotten his Father to back down and really that was all that he needed to know right now.

Dumbledore had been adamant on helping Harry and Draco at first and wouldn't take no for an answer. He had argued that this was not something to take lightly and that they could be put in serious harm or worse. Of course Harry and Draco already knew that and in the end Harry had gone as far as threatening to leave Hogwarts if the old wizard wouldn't leave them to it. After all, they were both eighteen and could do as they pleased. That had thankfully done the trick and Dumbledore had sworn he would leave them be and not get involved as long as they stayed in the castle, so he could at the very least keep an eye on them.

Harry had agreed and truly felt terrible about the way the conversation had gone, Dumbledore looked like he was completely at a loss with what to do with himself.

Before Harry and Draco left the old Headmasters office, Dumbledore handed over his Pensieve, with a few stern words of advice. "Use it well."

They only had enough time to grab a sandwich and then they had to head straight to the dungeons for Potions with Snape. They were already running late and were sure to get into trouble when they arrived.

"Are you going to eat that?" Harry asked pointing to the barely eaten steak sandwich in Draco's hand.

Malfoy said nothing and simply handed it over.

Harry was starving and wasted no time devouring it, which caused Draco to give him a dirty look.

"Ar'b who O-ray?" Harry garbled, spraying bread crumbs everywhere.

"Sorry, I can't hear through the cow churning around in your mouth," the blond said as he flared his nostril in disgust.

Harry quickly finished and tried again. "I said, are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm great," Draco sneered.

"What did your Dad say? You're obviously upset about it."

"It's none of your business what he said," the blond replied not looking at Harry as they began to descend the stone stairs to the dungeons. There wasn't a soul in sight which meant they were more than just a little late.

"Oh so we're already back to that again," Harry huffed. "I thought we said we were going to be honest with each other?"

"We said we'd be honest about the bond and general stuff between us, I never said I would start opening up to you about personal family problems and the like," Draco spat.

That was true, they hadn't said that.

"You're right," Harry murmured apologetically. "Forget I said anything."

Draco turned to look at the Gryffindor and then sighed explosively in a very dramatic fashion. "Look, I'm sorry," he rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean to take it out on you but -"

"Did you just say sorry? Wow, you definitely aren't okay, come on I think we should go to Madam Pomfrey instead, although I'm telling you she is not going to be happy about seeing you back so soon. Not for the fact that you might have some sort of brain functioning problems – which I strongly suspect you do - but I'm sure she doesn't want to get insulted every which way from Sunday, like she did last time we were there. What was it you called her - an incompetent old wench, with vision impairment?"

Draco started to chuckle lowly, then a little louder, until soon enough it was an all-out belly laugh.

Harry watched, grinning toothily, as Malfoy had to hold on to the wall for support least he fall over.

"I did call her that didn't I?" the blond gasped in between peels of mirth. "In my defence I was high on pain potions."

"Oh who are you trying to kid? You would have said it regardless!" Harry laughed.

Draco smiled widely, and then pursed his lips trying not to laugh. "You're right, I probably would have. Come on we better hurry, we are already really late as it is."

Malfoy picked up the pace and jogged the last few steps to the bottom as Harry stopped dead in his tracks staring at a suit of armour just a little way down the corridor.

"Potter did you hear me? -" Draco broke off mid-sentence when he caught the look on Harry's face. "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

"Someone was just watching us," Harry stated, drawing his wand and making his way towards the armour.

Draco narrowed his eyes, drawing his own wand.

There was an alcove behind the suit and when Harry reached it he pointed his wand in ready to cast should he need to but no one was there.

"Potter I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey, you're clearly seeing things."

Harry ignored him and tapped his wand on a particular section of stone three times until a hidden passage revealed itself.

"What the? How -" Malfoy spluttered.

Harry cast Lumos and shone his wand light down the passage.

"They're gone," Harry declared, then paused leaning down to pick something up.

"How in Salazar's name did you know there would be a secret passageway there?" Draco demanded to know.

"I know all the secret passageways in Hogwarts," Harry replied closing the one in front of him and stepping out onto the corridor again.

"All? - As in there's more than one!? Why am I only just learning this now, who else knows?" Malfoy scowled in annoyance.

"Hardly anyone knows," muttered the Gryffindor distractedly as he looked over the piece of parchment he'd retrieved from the passageway floor.

He wondered if the person who was spying on them dropped it, or if it was already there to begin with. The passageways were full of bits of rubbish thanks to Peeves.

"I don't believe it -" Draco continued to rant but Harry tuned him out.

The parchment was completely blank and Harry would have just discarded it had he not noticed the slight tell-tale shimmer of a concealment charm.

"Revelio," Harry breathed pointing his wand at the parchment and was surprised to see precise block lettering appear.

"Malfoy?" Harry said urgently, after staring at it wide eyed for several moments.

"- I could have definitely done with a secret passageway that time in second year when misses Norris caught me out after curfew. She nearly scratched my eyeballs out when I tried to run -"

"MALFOY!"

"What?" the Slytherin snapped.

"I think we may have a lead on our unknown bond master," Harry said eyes alight as he held out the parchment for the blond to take.

"What?" Malfoy gasped. He snatched it out of Harry's hand and began to read aloud.

The plan is failing. They should have killed each other by now. I'm going to need you to step in, do everything you can but just make sure they destroy each other. It needs to look accidental.

The end is near and then we can finally be together.

When Draco finished reading he looked up at Harry in astonishment. "There are two of them and they are lovers."

"Yeah, it sure sounds that way," Harry replied taking the parchment and folding it up to put in his breast pocket under his jumper. "Come on let's get to class, we can look it over properly tonight and maybe Hermione can help too."

"We can't go to class now, are you mad? We've just found our first clue!"

"You're joking aren't you? Snape will skin me alive if I don't turn up, bond or no bond," Harry grabbed hold of Malfoy's arm and started to pull him along the corridor.

"Okay fine but we are skipping Transfiguration," Draco hissed as they reached the door to the Potions classroom.

Harry agreed, then Draco opened the door and they entered.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," Snape sneered the instant he saw them. "Now both of you sit down and try to catch up."

"Wait, you're only taking points from me?" Harry asked incredulously. "What about Malfoy?! He was late too."

"I have taken ten points off you for being late and another ten for making Mr Malfoy late. He has never been late before, where as you nearly always are. It was obviously your doing," Snape drawled.

Harry scoffed. "Well that's a slight over exaggeration; I've been late only once this year!"

"Twice including today," Snape corrected. "And may I remind you we are only three weeks into term. Now shut up and sit down, otherwise I will deduct another ten."

Harry gritted his teeth together angrily but didn't say another word.

As Neville had been moved to Harry and Draco's usual desk at the front of the room for talking, they had to take a seat at the back of the classroom instead.

Harry wasn't complaining though, it was good to be out of the way of prying eyes and of course the over grown bat that was their Potions Professor.

Snape talked a bit about the Legame Rivelare potion and how it should be progressing, apparently they had a brief respite from having to do anything with it but next week they would have a lot of late nights adding ingredients and what not. Then he went on to discuss the Elixir to Induced Euphoria, which they would be brewing next lesson.

Harry listened but was still very much upset with the way Snape always picked on him for every little thing.

He unconsciously started to shift in his seat feeling uncomfortable and slightly hot and bothered, whilst next to him the blond Slytherin was doing the same.

Harry sighed rubbing a hand over his clammy face in annoyance and then froze, eyes going wide.

He slowly turned his head to Malfoy biting his lip and found that Draco was staring at him in amusement.

"Bet you're wishing we skipped class now, aren't you Potter?" Malfoy whispered with a shake of his head.

"No, no, no, no, no, this is not happening," Harry breathed, swallowing hard.

He could feel the bond coming alive inside him, eager for some well needed pleasure.

"You and I both know it is," Draco replied matter of factly. "You should have listened to me. We could have been back in our dorm now."

"Shut up!" Harry gritted lowly. "We have to leave. Now."

"After you," Malfoy sang in a teasing tone, indicating for Harry to lead the way.

Harry obliged and quickly moved his bag to cover his ever hardening erection. He breathed deeply in and out, closing his eyes briefly as he made his way to the door.

"And where do you think you're going?" Snape asked in a raised sharp voice.

Harry heard rustling and the sound of chairs being scrapped on the stone floor as students turned around in their seats to stare at the bonded pair.

The brunettes eyes snapped open. "I need to use the bathroom sir," he answered shakily with his back facing the classroom, so nobody could see his reddening face.

"I don't think so, sit down."

"But sir, I really need to go," Harry urged, turning around and bumping into Malfoy who was stood a little too close for comfort.

Harry noticed that Draco's smirk and smugness was now completely gone and in its place was a look of pure unadulterated lust, laced with the occasional hint of pain.

"I said sit down!" Snape snapped. "You were fifteen minutes late to my class, so you are not wasting anymore time."

Harry gaped at him wide eyed, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Everyone in the class was staring at him and Draco quizzically, wondering why they were acting so strange.

"Potter, let's just sit down," Malfoy muttered so only the Gryffindor could hear.

Harry was beyond livid. Snape knew damn well why they needed to leave the classroom and still he wasn't letting them. What a prick!

They sat down carefully, trying to mask their discomfort as best as they could.

Slowly everyone turned back to the front and continued to listen to Snape go on about Sopophorous Beans and their uses.

"We'll have to do it here," Draco winced seeing no other option.

"W-what? No way! - ahhhhhhhh," Harry was cut off by the feel of a hand wrapping around his cock through the material of his trousers. "Holy sss - ohh whoops, I dropped my quill," Harry laughed nervously as a few people turned around to see what the commotion was.

Shit, thank god there was a backing board to their desk so no one could see underneath.

"Shut up you idiot!" Malfoy hissed when the students turned back to the front. "Do you want us to get caught?"

"Well how about giving me a bit of a warning next time," Harry bit out irritably but otherwise was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Draco's hand rubbing up and down his rigid length.

The Brunette reached out a hand and gripped the blonds cock tightly. To Malfoy's credit all he did was close his eyes briefly in relief.

They wanked each other with fast strokes, trying to get it over and done with but also trying their hardest not to draw attention to themselves. They watched Snape the most; to make sure he didn't catch them in the act as he was the only one facing them.

Malfoy swiftly undid the zipper on Harry trousers, easing his cock through the gap and quickly Harry followed suit, not quite believing they were actually doing this with a room full of people who were thankfully completely unaware of their naughty antics.

"I'm not going to be long," Draco breathed.

They picked the pace up a notch and Harry could feel his balls begin to tighten and the pressure in his lower stomach build alarmingly.

Both of their breathing became ragged as they gripped the table hard with their free hands. Then as if on cue they both came long and hard, bodies convulsing slightly as semen shot into the others waiting hand in little spurts.

Harry gasped loudly, not being able to hold it in, causing Snape to frown and look towards them irritably. They froze in place sticky softening cocks still in their hands under the table.

Draco masked his features as much as he could but they were both unmistakably out of breath and Harry couldn't help the mortified guilty expression that spread across his features.

What? He wasn't a master of deception like Draco was.

"Draco, are you alright?" Snape asked looking concerned.

"Yes, fine," the blond forced out.

"You don't look so well," the Professor continued, seemingly only worried for Draco's welfare and not Harry's. Dickhead.

"I'm fine," Malfoy gritted, slowly letting go of Harry's flaccid member and moving it to hover above his knee. He could feel the semen going sticky like glue in his hand.

"If you need to see Madam Pomfrey, you can go," Snape rattled on very uncharacteristically.

He must think the bond is making them sick and is feeling guilty for not letting them leave the classroom before and so he bloody should.

The class looked back and forth between them, looking completely confused and a little more than curious as to what was going on.

"Jesus! He said he's fine!" Harry exploded not being able to take it anymore.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "Detention! For talking out of line."

Harry just stared daggers at Snape thinking of millions of different ways he'd love to hurt him but thankfully after a moment the slimy git went back to his lecture, drawing the class's attention back to the front once more.

"Fuck me," Malfoy growled under his breath. "I just nearly had heart failure. I thought we were going to get caught for sure."

He flicked his hand in disgust and a massive blob of Harry's semen flew across the room to land in Lavender Browns hair.

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Oops. That's going to be a bitch to get out," Draco tutted, not really caring in the slightest and causing Harry to snort.

They cast discreet cleansing charms on themselves and breathed a sigh of relief once they were clean and put away - it was like nothing had even happened.

A/N - OK I'm going to end this bad boy here hehe. Sorry about the last part, it was completely gross but funny, poor Lavender haha. Hope you enjoyed it :D xxx