A/N: Here's a midweek update :). A little bit of Drarry snogging time and then some other stuff in this chapter. Thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews. Enjoy!

If looks could kill, Evan and his goons would have been dead before class even started. Harry was still fuming about the way they talked about Draco and his mind wandered often as he wondered what Evan's problem was. He knew it had to be deeper than just a general hatred of Death Eaters.

He sighed and tried to focus on the lesson. He took notes when necessary and wrote down his assignment. Once class ended, Harry snuck out behind some students and made his way to potions. He wished that Draco was in this class because watching him brew potions was an amazing thing to see, even if he hadn't noticed it in the way that he would now.

He arrived in potions and took a seat at the back again. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to do potions while invisible, but figured there'd be a way. He opened his potions textbook and saw an envelope. He opened it and read a note from McGonagall.

Mister Potter,

It would be quite difficult to brew potions while under an invisibility cloak so I have secured the back table with a simple charm that will allow you to be invisible, but not under your invisibility cloak. You'll be able to safely brew a potion. This is the only class that you can use it in as it is the only class that it is necessary. The spell is me latet. Good luck.

Headmistress McGonagall

Harry smiled slightly. He waved his wand and muttered the charm. He took a deep breath and removed his cloak. There were students coming in, but none of them looked at him or even in his general direction. He smiled as he realized that he was most definitely invisible.

Professor Slughorn came in and began the lesson. Harry followed along quite well and produced a nearly perfect potion. He grinned as he capped the bottle. He sent it to the front with the rest and started to pack up. He put his cloak back on and went towards the door, following a group out. As he headed towards the tower for lunch, he saw Draco waiting at the beginning of the entrance to the dungeons. He was looking towards the Slytherin dorms. He looked thoughtful. Harry was about to acknowledge that he was there when Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott walked up to Draco. Harry rushed closer, worried that they were going to do something horrible to him.

"I'm surprised you came back, Draco," Blaise said as way of greeting.

"I didn't have much of a choice, now did I?" he drawled.

"True. Look, we noticed that you are getting along surprisingly well with the Gryffindors, what's up with that?" Blaise replied sounding more resigned.

Draco's indifferent mask nearly slipped and he nearly gave away too much, but luckily he recovered quickly enough. He shrugged. "We came to an agreement so to speak. Besides, I'm sharing my dorm with Weasley so it's better to get along, is it not?"

Blaise and Theo nodded. "I got Neville and Blaise has Seamus in his dorm. They aren't so bad and they've been surprisingly cordial," Theo replied. Draco nodded.

"Were you as surprised as us that Potter didn't come back?" Blaise commented.

Draco's indifferent mask fell and his eyes widened slightly. Harry held his breath. Blaise and Theo looked back in confusion. Draco recovered well enough and managed to shake it off. "Yes, but I suppose he's had enough fame for awhile," he replied.

"It's weird though. It doesn't seem like Hogwarts without Potter around," Theo mused.

Draco frowned. "Yes, I suppose that's true. Well, I have to head up to the tower before lunch. I forgot my DADA book. I'll see you guys later. Maybe we can hang out soon," Draco tried, changing the subject from Harry.

Blaise and Theo smiled and nodded. They waved and headed towards the Great Hall. Draco's shoulders sagged and he ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his face roughly. He muttered something as he started towards the stairs that led to the tower. Harry followed him. He wanted to say something, but there were too many students around. It wasn't until he was following Draco into the tower and towards their dorm that he felt somewhat safe to say something. Right before he was planning to say something, another eighth year, a Hufflepuff, came down their hallway. He looked a bit fearfully at Draco and skirted around him. Draco stopped and looked at him and shook his head. He continued down the hall and entered their room. Harry entered behind him. Draco headed for the bathroom so Harry took that opportunity to lock and silence their door, remove his cloak, and settled in on his bed.

Draco came out of the bathroom and stopped next to Ron's bed. He looked over at Harry in surprise. "Did you just get here?" he asked.

"I followed you all the way from the dungeons. I couldn't say anything because of all the people around," Harry replied.

Draco nodded and walked over, removing his robes along the way. He came around the other side of Harry's bed and collapsed on it, lying on his stomach. He groaned and closed his eyes. Harry reached out and rubbed his hand up and down his back in soothing patterns. "Remind me again why I am taking so many advanced classes," he muttered.

Harry laughed. He slid down and lay down on his side, facing Draco. He continued to run his hand up and down his back. "Because you're really smart and like a challenge," he replied.

Draco snorted and shook his head. "I'm a glutton for punishment," he responded.

Harry laughed and leaned forward to kiss the spot below his ear lobe. Draco sighed and turned so that he faced him. Harry reached out and brushed his thumb along his jawline. Draco's eyes fluttered closed. "Is everything alright?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Things are fine. I just knew you'd be up here and wanted to be with you. I'm beginning to think I'm far too attached to you," he replied with a laugh.

Harry grinned and scooted forward. He kissed Draco gently. "There's no way you could be too attached," he teased.

Draco smirked and rolled his eyes. "I nearly left Ancient Ruins to find you because I wanted to be with you so badly. I've lost my mind. All I can think about is Harry Potter. What has this world come to?"

Harry laughed. "Well, you've always been very preoccupied with thoughts about me," he joked.

"I have not…." he stopped as Harry gave him a knowing look. Draco blushed, but squared his shoulders, well, as much as he could while lying down. "Fine, so you've been on my mind for years. I'll admit to it," he said in a mocking tone.

Harry laughed and kissed him again. "I admit it too," he replied against his lips. Draco smiled and returned the kiss. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and Harry moved so that he was lying on his back. He wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him down on top of him. They fit perfectly together, as they always did. Draco brought one hand down and slipped it under Harry's shirt. His fingers danced across Harry's bare stomach, caressing him gently. Harry moaned quietly as he arched his back, pushing his hardening erection into Draco's equal hardness. Harry scraped his fingers up and down his back.

They moved against each other, kissing each other more deeply every minute that passed. All their unspoken feelings were swirling between them. Their orgasms built and crested at the same time. It was quick, but it was what they both needed. It tamed their rampant feelings. The feelings they weren't ready to share. Draco had accepted that he loved Harry and Harry was nearly there. They needed to reconnect even though it hadn't been that long since they had connected.

They broke apart, panting. Harry waved his wand, cleaning them both up. Draco rested his head on his shoulder and allowed Harry to hold him closely. "Draco?" Harry asked after several minutes.

"Hmm?" he asked sleepily.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Harry whispered unsurely.

Draco tipped his head up and looked at Harry in surprise. He smiled broadly after a moment especially when he took in the hopeful look in Harry's eyes. "Of course," he replied.

Harry grinned and held him tightly. He kissed the top of his head. "Good." He cast a quick tempus charm and nearly leapt from the bed. "We need to eat something fast. Classes start in fifteen minutes." He kissed Draco once more and they both got up quickly from the bed. Harry tapped the apple and food appeared. They grabbed a couple of sandwiches and downed some pumpkin juice before they situated themselves and got ready to go to class.

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Harry and Draco had barely made it into Defense Against the Dark Arts before the teacher was swooping in, nearly stepping on Harry. Harry glanced back to look at him and he was frowning, looking in the direction that Harry was. Harry rushed to sit at the back while Draco headed towards the middle where he sat next to Blaise. Harry sighed, wishing that he could sit next to Draco, but he was also pleased that he would be able to watch him the entire time without being caught.

"Good afternoon, I am Professor Callum Reid. I am going to hope that the curse upon this job has been lifted as I am very good at teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and I would hate to lose out on my job," he joked. Some students laughed, others thought that maybe it was too soon for that joke. Harry was somewhere in between. Professor Reid frowned, but didn't seem too bothered by the lack of response. "Well, tough crowd today, eh?" he paused and got a few more chuckles. He simply shrugged and continued talking. "In all seriousness, it is my understanding that your learning in this area has been shotty at best. I understand that you had three decent teachers and the rest were frauds?"

Hermione raised her hand uncertainly. "We only had two, Professor," she replied.

He frowned in thought. "Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Harry Potter?" he questioned.

Harry's eyes shot up and wide. He stared at the Professor in surprise. There were not many people who knew that he had been helping students learn defense. He glanced down at Draco and Blaise who both looked uncomfortable. Everyone else in the room was looking at each other and gasping their surprise.

"Well, I suppose that Mister Potter was only able to help a handful of the students, but no matter, the point is that you haven't had the best teachers in this area. Now, we may be entering a time of peace, but there will always be bad people in this world so it is always good to have a tool chest full of defensive spells at your disposal," he continued. He didn't go into specifics about which students had been left out or the fact that Draco and the rest of the Slytherins had been hard pressed to expose Harry and his merry band of wizards and witches. Harry was finding that he might actually like this teacher.

Harry found himself listening to the teacher and enjoying the practicality of what he was teaching. The spells were many that he already knew, but he could tell that many of the students who had not been a part of his group or the ones who had been were relishing in their learning. Harry was pleased by this. He watched from the back as they worked out the spells. Draco glanced in his general direction with a secret smile only for him and Harry felt his heart swell.

Towards the end of the lesson, everyone seemed to have been warming up to Professor Reid which was a breath of fresh air in his opinion. However, it seemed that Professor Reid was focusing on the spot that he was hidden. He knew that he couldn't see him, but it didn't mean that he couldn't sense that he was there. Some people had that ability. It was akin to the feeling you get when someone is staring at you or watching you. Harry didn't like that at all.

Once they were dismissed, Harry cast a hasty cooling charm on his seat and slipped out behind the early leavers. He made a beeline for his next class, Advanced Charms which he also had with Draco. He worried that Professor Reid would have gone back to where he had been sitting and tried to see if he had been there. He was pleased with himself for thinking of casting a cooling charm. Professor Reid would surely know that something was up if he hadn't done that.

Harry watched the door for Draco. When Draco came in, he was looking a bit worried. He went over to the back table and settled in next to Harry. He reached out and slid his hand across the bench and gave a quiet sigh when his hand touched Harry's. Harry cast a quick silence bubble around them as well as a stasis spell of sorts.

"Were you worried?" Harry whispered despite the silence.

"A little, but not because I was worried about whether or not you made it here. Professor Reid went straight to your spot as if he knew you had been there. He felt the table and bench where you had been sitting. He seemed to be confused and doubting himself so at least there's that," Draco whispered back.

Harry sighed and worried his lip even though Draco couldn't see him. "I thought he might do that. He must have sensed that I was there. He nearly caught me when we came in late. I cast a cooling charm. I just hope it dissipated before he went up there so he couldn't pick up on the signature. Maybe I should talk to McGonagall?" Harry suggested.

Draco let out a sigh of relief. "I took my time getting out of there because he had been paying such close attention to where you had been sitting. I think the cooling charm worked and I wouldn't worry too much, but maybe mention it to McGonagall."

Harry made an agreeing sound and squeezed Draco's hand in response. He cancelled the spells as more students came in. Draco went about getting out his materials out of his bag that was on the floor. He gasped sharply as someone walked past his table. Harry looked down and then up and saw Evan and his goons walking by.

"Oops, sorry, Malfoy, didn't see your hand there," he jeered. Jesse and Patrick laughed uneasily.

Draco sat up, but said nothing. He cradled his hand in his lap, flexing his fingers a few times. Harry looked over at his hand and saw a bruise already forming. Draco brought both his hands up and set them on the table, his quill was in his left hand, his nondominant hand. Evan just laughed even more as he took his seat at the front.

Harry growled. He was not going to let him get away with it. "Leave it, please," Draco whispered, knowing exactly what was going through Harry's mind in that moment.

Harry hated this. It seemed that the pressure was building already for him to just come out of hiding, but that thought alarmed him so he was able to push away the need to defend his boyfriend and focus on the class. He slid his hand over and rested it on Draco's thigh. Draco dropped his left hand for a moment and linked their fingers together, squeezing once, before returning his hand to the table in an attempt to write down notes.

The class passed easily enough and despite being handicapped, Draco's notes looked better than Harry's. Evan glared at Draco as he walked by, but didn't hurt him further. It renewed the anger that Harry had towards him again.

Draco and Harry were the last to leave. It was nearly dinner time. Professor Flitwick left Draco alone in the classroom. Once he left, Harry spoke. "Are you alright?" he demanded, taking his cloak off his head so that he could examine Draco's hand. It was swollen and there was quite a harsh bruise forming. He took it carefully into his hands.

Draco winced at the touch. "It's fine. I'll just head up to Madam Pomfrey and then head to dinner. I'll see you tonight, okay?" he said. It was obvious that he was still quite upset and Harry knew that part of it was because of him. Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry quickly before he turned and left the room.

Harry sighed and waited a moment before he left. He followed Draco at an undetectable distance to make sure that he met no problems on the way to Madam Pomfrey. He waited in the corridor until he came out of the hospital wing, his hand bandaged. He followed him again to make sure that he made it to dinner without being attacked by Evan. Harry sighed as he watched the doors close on the boisterous Great Hall. He turned and walked up the steps, taking his time going back to the lonely tower.