A second opinion


"I'm right!"

"No, I'm right!"

"Neville, tell her I'm right!"

"No, Neville, come on you know I'm right!"

"I now understand how Harry feels all the time," Neville breathed to himself, watching as the two Gryffindor's were still going back and forth for- Oh! Two hours and sixty-five seconds, great.

"Come on Neville, I'll give you that herb book you liked so much," Hermione wiggled her eyebrows, ignoring the look of indignation from Ron.

"Hey, don't try to bribe him!" He accused, pointing a finger at her.

"I am not!" She denied.

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are!"

They halted for a moment, and Neville looked at them hopefully from his end of the table. Having watched how they tried to stare each other down for a while now, almost thinking, almost thinking it was finally over.

But why did he even bother?

"And you haven't? A moment ago you were trying to convince him you found a rare plant, which doesn't even exist!"

"Well, at least that's better than a book!" Ron shot back, turning to Neville with a charming smile. "Don't listen to her, I promise you the Flumberwam is very much real."

"Here you're doing it again!" Hermione shrieked at him. Her fists clenching in front of her as if trying to hold back from strangling the redheaded sorcerer.

"Am not," Ron shook his head, probably knowing it would anger Hermione further.

Neville let out a suffering sigh as he watched the duo. They were supposed to have a tutoring session. A tutoring session! Not this...this whatever it was!

He'd been falling behind transfiguration for a while now. His work slacking as his focus started moving more and more to herbology, and it became easily evident in his grades. The subject had never been his strongest suit. But with how things were going now, he wasn't really sure if he could pass like this.

That's why he'd asked Ron and Hermione if he could study with them sometime...or at least he'd asked Hermione. Not that it mattered, he'd been pretty surprised when Ron started getting higher grades, and he hoped both of them could give him some tips and tricks so he could understand the matter some more. This, however, he hadn't been expecting when he thought of 'tutoring'.

"You little-" Hermione said as she lunged over the table to Ron.

"WHA!" Ron screamed as they both fell back onto the floor with a crash. Neville stood up, eyes wide as he worriedly looked over the tabletop. Seeing his two friends shouting and trashing around underneath the table. Ron struggling to get out of Hermione's tight grip while she was holding onto him firmly. "Why are you always this violent?!" He yelped.

"Why are you always this stubborn?!"

"You're the one who's stubborn!"

"You're acting ridiculous!"

"You're acting ridiculous!"

"Can you stop that now?!"

"No!"

"Why, the bloody hell, not?!"

"Because I'm right! And you're wrong!"

"Oh, are you really going to be that childish?!"

"Na~Na~Na~Na~Na!" Ron singsonged in a childish tune, just to annoy her. Which it did…pretty effectively, bloody hell how did he do that? He always made it look so easy to get a rise out of Hermione, but Neville knew not many had accomplished it. While Ron, well Ron was like an artist in that area, not having to do much before Hermione would scowl at him, scold him or- when the occasion called for it: hit him with the prophet.

And Ron…he would simply stick out his tongue.

Hermione growled in response, gripping the boy's wrists as he kept singing that annoying tune. Closing her eyes for a second and trying to muster up all the self-control she had, she breathed out a long sigh.

"Stupid, idiotic, handsome fool that you are," She mumbled to herself, making sure no one in the room could hear.

"Oooh you're really scary now, aren't you? With you're claws and growling, yeah you're really making me piss my pants," Ron said sarcastically, ignoring the way he was in a very dangerous position with a werewolf that could easily snap his neck if she wanted to, not that she would ever do that. Ron knew her better than that.

Hermione looked down at him, her curly hair falling down her shoulders in a ridiculously adorable way as she looked at him slack-jawed. "Are you saying I'm threatening you?"

"It certainly looks that way," Ron responded, motioning -with the slight bodily movement he could muster- at their current position. Smirking when he saw a small vane popping on the side of Hermione's forehead.

"I just want you to shut up for Christ's sake!"

"Oh, here we go again!" Ron howled, Hermione, talking at the same time. "Why do you always- You always have the need to- find the need to- shut me up, because oh Ron is being stupid again, people!- act so foolish when- I can also just keep quiet and see how that goes, huh? -we're trying to have a serious conversation!- Instead of holding me down with that sexy body of yours- And you just act like it's a no big deal- trying to intimidate me, well not today ma'am!- Like you don't even want to sort things out!- What about that problem you were going to tell me?- Can't you just tell me what makes you upset without yelling- Oh wait, I'm not allowed to know!- or acting like a cranky old grandpa!- Why don't you try-"

"Why don't you try-"

"Talking-"

"Talking-"

"For once!" They both yelled in unison.

The room felt quiet, the only sound being the cracking of the wood in the fireplace and the soft rain clashing against the rooftop. They could hear people running outside the room, laughing and screaming as they walked towards the Great Hall.

Neville peaked up again to look at his two friends, staring curiously at one another. He sighed out of relief when he found the previous murderous intent in their eyes had finally subsided, thankfully. Because he was getting hungry, like very hungry. He hadn't eaten anything after lunch and he could just feel his insides protest in a loud gurgling sound that was coming from his stomach, forcing him to look down and see if he hadn't broken anything.

Hermione loosened her grip, staring down into Ron's clear blue eyes. The slight widening of his pupils, together with his set jaw made her tip her head sideways. It was fascinating, she found herself looking even closer, noticing tinny little sparkles in the wizard's eyes. The slight indication of the magic that was coursing through the boy's vanes. She squinted her eyes as she watched Ron's hand hovering between them, only now realizing the free hand. He looked surprised –well, at least that was something they could agree on.

Ron found his mouth opening and closing again. He hadn't expected that.

No, that was not true. He'd expected Hermione wanting to talk too, discuss it with him at once. But somehow it still felt a bit surreal –was he saying that right?- because he'd expected it but at the same time he hadn't, and now he felt all sorts of confused right now. They both wanted to talk. Yet she hadn't come up to him, yet he hadn't come up to her. Ugh, now his head hurt. He couldn't handle this weirdness between them anymore.

Ron felt the harshness of the stone tiles beneath him, but they didn't bother him. He looked over at Hermione, trying to quiet his thoughts as he looked up at her. He wanted to smile as he saw that cute little frown decorating her lips. And just like that, he let himself be overwhelmed by the warm body on top of him, not realizing the mistake he made before he caught on…with beautiful, smart Hermione… sitting on top of him…holding him down and sitting on top of him…a girl…with hips…and boobs, boobs that were currently in ehh…very much his line of vision as of now. And, like any healthy 18-year-old wizarding boy with a working stick, he quickly found himself in a less comfortable position. Yeah…yeah you could say that. And yeah, it was mortifying –thanks for asking!

Oh, he needed to pull away, no wait -She needed to pull away, right now. Curse him and his incapability of not getting distracted by this gorgeous woman on top of him and…was it getting hot in here?

Ron cleared his throat, startling Hermione who'd immediately started backing off. Streaming out soft apologies as she clumsily tried to stand up, trying not to fall over the chair that Ron had hauled with him on his way down. Ron quickly following her in an attempt to hide his raging boner, which, really wasn't fair.

Neville smiled as he saw them awkwardly looking at anything except each other.

"…Good, good! Now we're going somewhere," He said, enthusiastically. Both of them snapped their gazes towards him, confusion clearly written on their faces as they did so, before it was quickly replaced with embarrassment… they'd forgotten about his presence, hadn't they… Dammit. He could have had left and finished dinner minutes ago! Why was it always him? Still, Neville made no other signs of his disappointment show except for the closing eyes and deep sigh coming from his mouth. He motioned for them to sit.

"…You know, I really think you both should have a big talk. Clear the air, with…whatever, is bothering you two." He scooted a bit closer to the table as both of his friends looked down on it, guiltily. Neville shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable in this…situation. –much like he has been the whole weird experience. Sitting there, not knowing what the heck he should do; he should make a countdown on how many times that happened, he contemplated. The clock ticked on further and further, the long arrow moving just that bit to the side. Announcing the few minutes that had passed. The seconds. Aaand he probably was going to have to skip dinner to help push these two to talk, wasn't he? 'I could always plunder Seamus drawer later,' Neville thought as he muttered, "You know, you can't just start screaming at each other like you want to rip the other's head off…It's not really practical. In a way that could actually solve your problems, because –you know, it will only make them worse, considering it will make you both even more annoyed; which makes it even harder for you to focus on what the other is saying; which makes you yell even louder; which will result in you trying to throttle each other. But you two are more mature than that, aren't you? You know it doesn't actually help?"

The only response he got was Ron shrugging and Hermione nodding as she looked at the ground. Neville bit his lip as he started motioning with his hands.

"Maybe you guys should tell each other –really, tell each other what has been bothering you, or otherwise, I'm afraid it will destroy your friendship. The bad feelings will only creep up on you and explode if you don't know how to set them loose, to begin with." Neville said, wisely. You could practically give him Dumbledore's beard, and you wouldn't notice the difference. "I'm not a therapist though, so you probably shouldn't take my word into a professionals standpoint's view. Just, trying to help here with the little information I got from you two, still; I'm curious. Have you guys set up a drugs cartel or something?"

"Neville, how do you know all of this stuff?" Ron asked, his face pulling into a frown, showing his utter astonishment.

"Oh dear, you are setting up a drugs cartel? That's illegal you guys!"

"What? No! We're not- Dammit Neville! That isn't important! What's important is how the bloody hell do you know all this emotional stuff?"

"My aunt lets me watch cartoons." Neville shrugged like it was all the explanation that was needed. "You'd be surprised how much you learn from them, the other day I even..."

"Very interesting Neville," Ron nodded, although he didn't have a clue what Neville was talking about he let the boy move on, listening to every single thing the other Gryffindor was saying like it was some top secret, world-changing knowledge. It made Hermione smile a little. Finding Ron's childlike excitement endearing, even when it would sometimes drove her mad. It was still a good quality about Ron, it kept her from losing the simple ways of having fun. Made her let go of her control for a single moment and just breathe.

When she caught his eye, she gave him an unsure look. Neville was right, they'd been both acting immature. Only she had been even more so. She'd lost her sense of control, of herself. Ron had always had a part of him that lacked certain responsibilities, acting too much on impulse in some ways. But she, she was supposed to be the opposite of that. She was supposed to do this head on, as she'd always done. Not beating around the bush, not acting all uncertain and afraid, not playing a coward. No, she'd always said what was on her mind, what was bothering her. Even when it had seemed rude in some ways, but now. She'd let this happen to her, to them. The distance, the lack of communication, the avoidance. It had to stop.

She needed to take responsibilities again.

She was done feeling sorry for herself.

She was going to face this thing head-on.

She was going to look Ron straight in the eye.

And she was going to tell him, exactly what was going on.


Draco's & Harry's p.o.v

"Alright class, please finish up your assignments and clear your desks, I'm looking at you, Mr Mills. The rest of you can go and have a fine afternoon, see you tomorrow!" Professor Slughorn said. The man's usual smile plastered on his face as he saw to everyone, standing in front of his blackboard. He moved towards his own desk and started scribbling something down on his papers, mumbling to himself.

Harry was almost done, only needing to pick up a few more crumbled leaves that had missed the cauldron when he and Draco tried to throw them in their mixture. When he moved to catch one, his fingers brushed against Draco's who was cleaning their desk with a sodden rag. They both looked up, blushing and slightly smiling when they caught each other's eyes.

Harry shook his head, Draco was adorable.

And no, he wasn't acting like a lovesick idiot. It was simply fact. 'It's impossible to not think he is when he gives that sweet smile,' Harry sighed, getting the sudden urge to sit back down and watch his boyfriend work. Watching his lean body move, while he covered the desk in soap, his hair falling to the side of his forehead as he huffed at Harry to "Get on with it". He'd heard that phrase more and more lately, he thought with a smirk.

'Hmm, or maybe wormwood? That could help accelerate the potion, and let the effects last longer. Only it could also make the side-effects stand out more, resulting in a lower quality of shimmering. No, that wouldn't be good either,' Draco mused to himself. They'd been working on perfecting their potion of knowledge, it had been assigned to them for their N.E.S.T.s with each group having a different subject. The requirements asked for them to: finish their potion within a certain time span; find out which ingredients worked best for their potion; find out the potion's history; figuring out how to bring up it's main effect the most; limiting the side-effects as much as possible and all of that in front of a room full of potion experts.

That's why their whole class was buzzing with nerves and excitement, busy to practice as much as possible before their upcoming N.E.S.T.s. Draco knew they'd picked the hardest potion of them all, was glad when Harry had agreed with him to do it, to face the challenge. And what a challenge it was.

'…or,' Draco contemplated, moving the cauldron a bit to the side, 'we could put in some owl-feathers to even it out.'

He squinted his eyes and grimaced, knowing that that wouldn't work either. It would only end up changing the texture and colour of the potion into a bright yellow, which wasn't supposed to happen either. Maybe he should write some of this down? Eliminating all the unnecessary options so they could see the right ones.

Draco looked through his lashes up at Harry, who was carefully picking up the delicate little leaves off the desk.

Yeah, that might work. Then they could enlist every possibility and cross out the ones that they didn't need. It would be more productive that way, they could test the formulas in class while they could use the lessons beside that to bring it to its full potential.

'It's the best strategy for sure,' Draco nodded, rubbing down on a particularly dirty spot, while Harry was still gathering all the petals. Holding them in the palm of his hand, close to his body. It was a wonder how those rough fingers hadn't crushed one of them yet. How they all seemed to be caressed lovingly by the large predator in front of them. Draco leaned in a little closer, moving his hand without a thought.

Harry was standing there, his stance firm and intimidating; capable of scaring even the fearless of creatures if he wanted to. But now it only showed his relaxation, calmness. The way he held it making every little hair stand out, seeming to be enjoying themselves. Draco liked it when he was like this. It made his nerves at ease, made him feel comfortable; like they were the only ones there. So he kept watching. Watching those long, strong fingers picking and picking. Watching the way Harry breathed in and out, watching the way his chest moved underneath his robes. He noticed the smug smile that had taken place on his lover's face, but to his disappointment, it wasn't directed at him. More to Harry himself, making Draco curious. He knew what that smirk meant, felt his insides go wobbly thinking about it.

Draco felt himself slipping away, biting his lower lip as he looked up at Harry. Because he really did like it when Harry stood like this. 'It…' Harry was frowning at one of the leaves. Circling it around his thumb and forefinger. Draco swallowed. 'It would take some time, without a doubt.'

Harry watched as slowly some students left the classroom, he smiled when the majority of them gave him a friendly wave as they did so. He then looked down at the small pile he'd formed, giving the desk one last examination before deciding that yes, he had found them all.

'He should, he should discuss it with Harry and see what he thinks…Oh, why is he showing his teeth like that? That's…that's just cruel.' Draco felt his senses heighten, knew he should focus on something else or he might get on his knees and take Harry then and there- He shouldn't, definitely not. Not letting himself think further than that. Where was he?

They would most likely need to work around their schedules, find out what would work for both of them. And of course, there was the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

'Harry needs to practice for that,' Draco could already imagine the way Harry would get all excited, asking Draco if he'd like to come with him to practice. Draco saying yes. Hermione already sitting there cheering for her friends. The awkward looks he would get from Harry's teammates, and the happy bubbly look he would get from the captain himself. He would sit there, having a chat with Hermione, counting the clouds in the sky, reading one of his books and sometimes sneak a peak to see how everything was going. He could already see it all happen in front of him. The way Harry would lead everyone, giving instructions and tips. The way he would run with them for the warming up. How those long legs would move as his feet barely touched the ground. His arms held in front of him as they moved along his body. His raven hair wet from the workout. The way he would roll up his sleeves that showed off his rough fore-arms…

Harry bundled all of the leaves against his chest, looking over at Draco to flash him a smile Harry paused. Noticing the weird look Draco had sported on his face. He moved his gaze around them, slightly frowning and not understanding what the expression meant. Something in the back of his mind giving him a sudden sense of curiosity and a low growl that didn't really explain anything, which only made him even more confused. It didn't seem like he was unhappy or distressed though, making Harry believe it wasn't something to worry about.

He threw the leaves into the nearest trash bin, standing by the exit as he waited for Draco to put the rag back in its place before they both moved out of the classroom.

Harry still felt himself looking over at Draco every two seconds while they walked side by side into the empty corridor, the alarm bell getting louder in his head. He noticed Draco's unusual quietness as their footsteps became the only sound in the otherwise silent hall.

They passed a few classrooms, most of them empty while others were filled with the displeased noise of detention. He wanted to make a joke about it, about how they had often found themselves together with the same fate and how they would glare at each other for hours on end until Filch would come in and tell them to, for once in their lives: "Stop breaking my things!" But he was suddenly knocked out of breath as he was pushed into one of the empty classrooms, followed by Draco closing the door behind them and manhandling Harry against one of the desks.

Kissing him like a starving man.

Draco moved his lips to meet Harry's. His eyes shutting closed as he relished in the feeling. 'Finally, finally, finally!' Draco yelled inside his head. Letting out a deep breath from his nose as he moved his hands up against Harry's neck, pushing himself up as he tried to deepen their kiss even more.

Harry felt his eyes almost popping out of his skull. Wha? What the fuck?!

Harry's eyes skimmed through the classroom in a somewhat panicked frenzy. Which -to his credit- was pretty hard with Draco blocking almost every angle he could look into. It took a while until he noted, to his relief, that the room was indeed empty, otherwise, there would have been a very awkward situation.

Draco was kissing him repeatedly; leaving no room for discussion, or explanation for that matter. Harry couldn't do much more than stand there and take it as Draco travelled inside his mouth. This…this was new.

He'd never expected to have his boyfriend –who kept reprimanding him for 'not being in control of his urges' and 'stealing him away as soon as he got his hands on him' to do the exact same thing to him, and in such a public space too! HA, now look who was the horny teenager!

Draco moved his head to the side to make it easier to move his mouth against his lover's. He had been pent up ever since transfiguration, daydreaming of Harry. He knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help himself; the vampire was on his mind twenty for seven, it wasn't his fault that the blown up parrot reminded him so much of the day Harry tried to alter a colour potion. He fondly remembered the way Harry's hair had transformed into a full-on rainbow. It had been quite charming.

Even though he was enjoying the way Draco was eagerly pressing himself against Harry, he should put a stop to it. It was probably some aftermath of inhaling too much potion fumes or something like that. No way Draco would act so carelessly –kissing him, in the middle of a classroom, with the danger that any moment someone could walk in on them. Spot them.

So that's why every time Draco moved away to catch his breath, moved that tiny bit of space away from his mouth; Harry put his forefinger in the air, eyes wide, brows furrowed as he tried to ask him -What the hell was going on! Only to be cut short by Draco diving back in.

Draco felt his heart beat faster, his ears ringing. He loved the feel of Harry's mouth, the coldness of it standing in contrast to his. Making him feel pleasantly surprised every time they did it. He could feel Harry's heart beating against his ribcage, and even though it was pretty slow, Draco knew that for Harry it was beating a mile per minute.

He moved closer to Harry, hearing the screeching noise of the desk and chair as they scraped against the stone floor. He wanted to be closer, so much closer. But he knew they couldn't risk it, not here, not now. But dammit, he wanted to do it. He wanted to feel Harry's body against his. Moving with him and being as close to him in every imaginable way possible.

Alright, …he was really lost now. Harry lowered his hands on the desk that was carving into his back. Startled by Draco's sudden movements. Why was Draco acting this way?! That sound was really loud, somebody could have heard! And he wasn't all too good at putting up an explanation out of nowhere. Draco might be, but he would probably ruin Draco's excuse by saying something stupid that would throw Draco's lie entirely off. He just hoped his boyfriend would snap out of this quickly, surely he would see reason to this and know that they were venturing into dangerous territory. Harry snapped his gaze back to the door, while Draco was still glued to his lips –Had he heard that right? Was someone coming?!

Draco was touching him urgently, indicating that: yes, he was probably pent up. 'Maybe a little too much' He thought to himself as he heard his boyfriend gasping into the kiss and…oh that was a nice sound. He should…he should probably remember that one, dammit why was Draco touching him this much. He should keep his mind clear, his ears open. Not get distracted.

Seriously why was Draco acting this irresponsibly? Normally he would be the one to tell Harry that with haste decisions like this would get them into trouble. Not the other way around! It wasn't like he hated this hasty decision… Harry wanted to huff, letting his eyes fall on the werewolves face. It just wasn't the place for it… Harry thought dazedly, getting caught up by the feel of Draco's tongue, 'Alright…' He felt himself snake an arm around Draco, 'maybe I do like this decision very much…' He felt his eyelids slowly slit closed, his body relaxing.

'NO, concentrate you, idiot!' He tried to snap himself out of it. His eyes blinking back open as made an effort to speak. Alas, he wasn't making much sense, with Draco kissing him so insistingly. Only being able to produce a silent muffle while he tried in vain to pry Draco off of him. And he probably shouldn't have done that, because it seemed only to urge his boyfriend on! Making him strengthen his grip on Harry. Damn, he really did like it when Draco was acting so desperately. Anytime, but the risk was too high on it now and he wasn't ready to throw Draco for the wolves just yet. Ha! Wolves.

He rolled his eyes, locking them on the door behind Draco. Waiting for Draco to realise his efforts weren't working and to let go off him for a sec so Harry could ask him what was going on.

He just couldn't help but let his mind worry about his boyfriend's carelessness. They could be caught any moment! What if a teacher walked in? They would obviously be punished for getting it on in such a public space –Harry heard another screeching sound as the table moved further back- Never mind the mess they were making! He wasn't exactly looking forward to dusting off the entire Hogwarts trophy room, or cleaning up the owlery, but who knew, maybe they would even get expelled for pulling a stupid stunt like this!

It was dangerous, stupid and…exciting. Dear God, how exciting it was. Harry could feel a whole new thrill building up inside him. He knew he shouldn't, that's why he didn't give in. Tried his hardest not to let himself get swapped away by Draco's delicious lips.

He couldn't deny it though, Draco had most likely felt his stiff member the moment he pushed against him. His boyfriend just knew so well how to make his body ache for him, how to touch him. The few moments Draco had been assertive, he'd always try and make Harry as hot and bothered as he was able to. It almost always ending up with Harry towering over him, growling and turned on as fuck, giving in to his urges as he kissed Draco deeply. And -Harry bit his lip, recounting all the sexual activities over the past few weeks. The way Draco seemed to beg for more, to be obedient and non-resistant- he probably did that on purpose too.

Fuck, did Draco actually like that? Harry widened his eyes as they looked right ahead, still feeling the boy in question sucking on his bottom lip.

Did he like being dominated by Harry? To do whatever pleased him, getting aroused when Harry let go of his control, as he acted all demanding and primitive. Like a predator wanting to catch his prey –He was probably putting a little too much thought into this, wasn't he?

But…How?

When?

For how long?

He-He honestly thought it was just the heat of the moment. Just Draco's wolf recognizing him as more powerful and therefore acting that way every time Harry showed his fangs. Like Draco wasn't even aware of doing it! But…as he looked back. It seemed Draco was enjoying it an awful lot!

…and he really shouldn't be this aroused by that simple fact. Fuck.

Draco shivered, a storm of yes's exploding in his mind as Harry started to kiss him back vigorously. His body becoming plain as he felt Harry's competitive side taking over, the vampire's tongue thrusting inside his mouth.

This is what he wanted to, to be able to catch Harry off guard for once. Getting the Gryffindor all to himself only to blow his mind completely into pieces moments later. He deserved this. How many times Harry hadn't done this to him? Brought Draco into a state of delirious from one simple snogging session, just because he was 'in the mood'. Well, now he was in the mood. And it was his turn to return the favour, see how his lover liked that!

Oh, yes! Harry was liking this very much. As in very, very much. As in, please don't stop now much. He could feel himself shake as he tried to hold back. He didn't want to act too rash, even though all he wanted was to pull Draco into his arms, lift him in the air, bent him over that stupid noisy desk and-

The room was filled with their harsh breathing. Draco trying desperately to hold Harry into place while he moved his face against his. With both eyes closed, Draco moved his knees up the desk, lifting himself up moments later as he straddled Harry's lap. He then proceeded to tangle his arms behind the vampire's neck, scratching his claws against the dark locks on the back of his head as Harry groaned inside his mouth.

Harry placed his hands on top of Draco's hips, enjoying all the different stimulations. The way Draco was holding on to him, scratching at him -He was acting so possessive, so greedy. Like he was marking his territory…

…He shouldn't have thought about it like that…

Draco let out a loud gasp as Harry gripped his arse, growling and grunting like he was some sort of wild animal while he massaged the piece of flesh. Making Draco whimper and a surge of blood flow through his vanes. He was certain that he was blushing like crazy, but he didn't pay any mind to it. Instead, he started gripping Harry's robes. Trying to pull him closer even though both of them knew they were as close as they could get.

Draco was on top of him, shifting his hips and stirring his groin in the process. Naturally, it wasn't long before a low groan escaped him and he gripped Draco with a little more force.

They broke away, a harsh breath coming from both of their lungs as they stared at each other.

Harry could feel his eyes darkening at the sight before him. Draco's lips, red and puckered from all the exercise. His grey eyes slowly fading into gold as he looked at Harry with full-on passion, which –unwillingly- made a shiver pass through him.

"What was that for?" He found himself asking, breathless as a smirk splayed itself on his own tingling lips. His hands –that were still holding onto Draco's backside- pushed his boyfriend further up. He opened his mouth in a silent moan when the werewolf in question pressed himself down even harder against his now hard prick.

He was quickly silenced as Draco took his mouth back against his own. Harry let his eyes fall closed, blessed by the feel of his boyfriend's warm lips.

He didn't have a reason, not really. He only knew he wanted Harry and acted on it, he had every right to. They'd been going out for three months now, and he just wanted to show Harry he wanted the vampire as much as he did. True, it was the first time he'd acted this daringly but he saw an opportunity and he took it. And, watching how his lover was seemingly enjoying himself, it didn't seem he minded that much.

And if this wasn't the best way to relax after a long hour of contemplating and experimenting, he didn't know what was!

God, Harry just wanted to… oh, fuck it! He decided as he pressed Draco to the side, letting him fall back on the other desk before he moved on top of him. He then proceeded to frantically kiss the boy under him. Draco's hand moving up to scratch at his back, Harry moved to nuzzle his throat, letting out a satisfied rumble which made Draco purr with satisfaction.

"Alright then, have it your way," Harry whispered, a playful smirk on his lips as he licked with a swipe of his tongue against Draco's shoulder.

Draco's hitched breath was answer enough, and soon Draco was squirming under him –whining, while Harry continued his ministrations. Moving further up the expense of his throat, keeping his self-control on a tight leash as he did so. It took effort.

Harry grazed his teeth against Draco's vertebral artery.

Alright, skip that. It took great effort.

He didn't stop though, not when Draco seemed to be enjoying himself so much more because of it. It made Harry frown –seeing the rising goosebumps on Draco's skin, just where he'd touched; his boyfriends cries as they got louder and louder; the movements of Draco's claws, probably shredding his robes in a way that would be unable to mend later. It brought a smile to Harry's lips, gratification to his heart. He felt like he was doing something prideful, which –Harry looked up to consider Draco's face. His pale skin stained pink and slightly covered in sweat, a small frown laying in between his eyebrows while his two, now golden eyes lay closed in bliss- in a way he was.

Draco's eyes snapped open as he heard Harry chuckle. Wanting to ask in an incredulous tone what was so funny?! But as he tried to look down to catch his lover's eyes, the only thing he found was the fluff of the vampire's black-hair. And within seconds his whole mind was blown away again by the feel of Harry's teeth on his Adam's apple.

"O-o-oh!" Harry heard the boy under him wail. And the sound was music to his hungry ears. Fuck, the sounds Draco made should be illegal. They were definitely too erotic to be ever heard by any living being on the goddamn planet.

Lucky for Harry, he wasn't exactly a 'living being'.

He moved back up again, his hands on either side of Draco's head as they lifted his body above him. He looked down, noticing his boyfriend's eyes opening slightly in a disoriented kind of way, which made him smile and lower his head to move his lips back to Draco's.

Draco hummed into the kiss, grabbing –again- a handful of raven hair in his hands as Harry began to swallow him whole. Both of their scents permitting into the air and bringing each other even further over the edge. Draco could hear his wolf howl in the back of his head, while Harry's vampire was insistingly growling underneath the Gryffindor's skin.

Harry lifted himself a little further up, breaking the kiss and opening his mouth wide, releasing a harsh breath. Draco's lashes fluttered as he saw a small glimpse of Harry's fangs. He put a hand underneath himself, pushing his upper body to meet Harry's as his other moved to cares the vampire's cheek.

The next thing Harry knew, Draco was nibbling on his earlobe.

"Shit, Draco," Harry grunted, practically melting against the werewolf –who was starting to lick the outer shell in an almost ridiculously sensual way. "You want to get me killed?"

Draco seemed to nod, which in turn made Harry let out a small laugh.

It was a weird sort sensation, but pleasurable all the same. It made Harry's eyelids droop and his breath come out in small puffs. He wasn't ready to succumb though.

He moved his hands onto Draco's body -letting it slide back towards his boyfriend's plump butt and clutched it. He felt Draco loosen the grip on his lobe, could hear the silent scream.

It made Harry want to turn his head and do the same maddening thing to him, to teach him a lesson. But he quickly found that he didn't have enough control for that.

"Dammit, I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you!" He pushed them both back down the table, making Draco yelp at first. But as he moved his mouth against his, the yelp quickly turned into a leisures moan.

He started nipping at the inside of his boyfriend's mouth in the same way the werewolf had done to his ear. He was becoming desperate, moving against the boy beneath him at a faster pace. He let his hand wander again, caressing the side of Draco's ribs while the other was holding onto his buttock more fiercely –moving his hip up so Draco's beautiful lean leg could be draped across Harry's back.

"Me too, I want you too! Please, Harry, Harry, Harry!" Draco moaned, feeling the harsh outline of Harry's cock against his arse. Draco moved his hand underneath Harry's robes, moving up towards his back. Almost there, just needed to get rid of those fucking clothes and they could-

"Oh God! My eyes, my eyes!" A loud voice suddenly screamed, making both of them halt in their actions as their gazes snapped towards the classroom door.

And just like that, the whole world seemed to freeze around them. They could hear the loud breaths coming from their mouths, both bruised and still a bit confused to why the sudden holdup, while their eyes had zoned in on one person in particular. Their own hair was a complete mess, having been pulled and tangled in each tread in all kinds of directions. And the longer they stared at the door, the tenser the room became.

"Ron?!" Harry yelled, a blush covering his face as he looked up to his friend –who was busy trying to claw said eyes out.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening, not again!" Ron continued to ramble, trying to do whatever was possible to...burn out what he just saw, from his memory.

And as both Harry and Draco watched him, circling around himself while praying to all kinds of gods, it became clear –that it wasn't working. And almost ending up with the redhead walking against the door post in the progress.

"Aww, come on!" They heard another voice cry, making both of them turn their gazes from a Ron having a mental breakdown to a Hermione looking very frustrated and ready to punch something, which –hopefully- wasn't them.

It didn't take long before the identical gaze snapping stopped and the lovebirds came out of their initial shock, to freaking cover themselves up!

"Hermione?!" Harry squealed, already having stood up to straighten out his robes like a toddler ready to being reprimanded by his mother. With Draco doing very much the same –making an effort to try and smoothen down his hair to create some decency, but only seemed to make it worse.

Hermione stood there looking at them disbelievingly, one hand on her hip while the other was lost in her hair. Her eyes wide and mouth hanging open until the scene in front of her registered into her brain. She quickly averted her eyes towards the door post, holding out her hands in front of her and shaking them really fast to calm her self down.

"Dear God, I did not need to see that," She mumbled to herself as she bit her lip, still very much looking up at the ceiling with a hysteric Ron sounding on the background.

Harry turned his head towards Draco, making an apologetic face while Draco tried to look everywhere but at the two people in front of them. Embarrassment scented heavy in the air.

"Boys, what's the meaning of this?!" Her voice was high-pitched, strangled even.

"I-we, we could ask you the same thing!" Harry fired back, pointing a finger at them while trying to sound indignant. Now, put an emphasis on trying. Because Draco found, that that was exactly what he was doing, not so successfully might he add. Not that he had anything to say about it, he was sure he wouldn't be able to come up with anything at that moment. Quite frankly Draco didn't trust himself to speak, not after the humiliation, he'd just been through –oh! Wait, no: he's still in.

Hermione seemed to be put off by the answer, letting her hand fall and shifting her gaze to them; mouth opened wide while gaping like a fish.

"We were not-" She blushed, taking a quick look at the sputtering Weasley. As she turned back to them she said, "I just wanted to have a talk with Ron…a-about stuff. We saw it fit to do it in a more private place, and since you two always occupy the room of requirement we thought- Wait a minute." She squinted her eyes, making Harry shrink where he stood before letting out a large gasp, "Don't you try and change the subject, Harry James Potter! What the hell were you two doing-"

"Hermione, please don't ask for details," Ron wailed.

"-fondling each other in the middle of a classroom?"

"And what were you two doing...stalking us! Hermione, I really didn't see you as the type that would do such a thing, and Ron; you traitor, I am very disappointed in you two." Harry nodded.

"...Stalking?!" Ron yelled.

"Yes, Ron. That's when you follow a person without their knowledge/consent."

"I know what bloody stalking is, you wanker! Do you really think we would follow you and wait in front of a classroom just so we could catch you doing-" Ron stopped, closing his eyes and swallowing.

Harry bit his lip, putting his weight from one foot to the other before mumbling, "Well, technically it's an empty classroom."

Hermione gave him a deadpanned look, while Draco just shook his head and Ron stopped his swallowing in disgust for just a moment to give him a look that said, "Duuude".

"Don't you try to be cheeky with me mister, someone could have seen you! What if Filch had come in, or-or another student? I get that you guys need to…relief yourselves," Hermione said, making all three boys cringe, "But since when have you been doing that on Feline's desk?!"

"Hey! It wasn't my fault Draco was suddenly acting like I was some delicious piece of meat, proceeding to kidnap me and snog me until I was completely overthrown, continuing until I was brought to the edge of paradise! I'm a weak man Hermione!" Harry practically screamed as he threw his hands in the air. It was quiet for a few seconds, until he turned towards Draco and whispered, while biting his lip, "You know, you can do that some more if-if you like, I won't object…"

"Harry, not now sweetheart,"

"Right, right." Harry nodded as he turned away from a blushing Draco, back to Hermione petting a traumatised Ron's back reassuringly.

"Hey, Harry?" Ron spoke up, looking at both Harry and Draco sternly. "Next time you two pull such a crazy stunt. Please realise you can get caught, by us and that me being okay with you two, doesn't mean I want to bloody see it!"


Hermione's p.o.v

"Categories, categories…Aha! Creature categories," Hermione whispered out loud as he pulled the book out of the shelve, settling it on top of the rest of the novels she'd stuffed into her right arm. She silently cursed herself when it was clear that the numerous books she'd stacked up together were on the verge of falling over –she huffed, strapping her bag securely on her shoulder before moving her left hand underneath her right hand to help lift the mountain she'd made. She then proceeded to carry herself to the nearest table that stood inside the library, letting the pile fall onto the wooden surface.

She took a proud stance; her hands shifting to her sides while she lifted up her chin. She looked down at the books scattered around, some holding information about all the different creature mechanisms, demeanours and characters while others held great logic about classic monster philosophy and supernatural souls. In these, she'd found the most information last time, and she hoped they would give her better knowledge this time around too.

How else was she going to explain all of this to Ron?

"Okey-dokey, let's start with…" She sat down, looking at all the different titles before settling on one, she moved it in front of her as she silently read, "The lore of creature independence, security, chemistry and attraction by Nancy Bree Wilkense; 'everything you've got to know about creature dynamics and more,'."

"That seems interesting, but haven't we done that test already?" A voice piped up from behind her just as she opened the cover. She jumped in her seat, slowly turning around with wide eyes as her eyes settled onto a smiling vampire.

"Oh, hey Harry!" She said cheerfully, probably a bit too cheerfully. Trying as subtly as she could to hide the book farthest away from the eyes of her curious friend. "W-what are you doing here?" Fuck, she hoped he hadn't noticed, didn't know what the book entailed –or more like what she was planning on using it for. That would be embarrassing, no mortifying. "Have you come to study? Or-"

Of course, as luck might have it, she slammed the cover a little too loud –making the sound revibrate through the entire room and bring her to the centre of attention. She closed her eyes when she heard the hissing sound of the librarian.

Harry stared down at the book, before giving her a confused look.

"Actually, I was looking for you…weren't you going to read that?" He asked, his brows furrowed as he pointed to the title.

"What, this thing? Of course not, I accidentally picked the wrong one, my mistake." She laughed and even to her own ears it sounded forced. Dammit.

She hastily stood up, trying not to look as panicked as she felt. Moving past Harry, she stepped back in the little hall of bookshelves, picking up books in no particular order while searching for a good excuse.

"Oh, okay," Harry said, following behind her.

She couldn't have just said, "Yes, I was planning on finding all the handy little details I could use to tell Ron he's my mate and that I've been madly in love with him for the past eight years. Mostly because every single time I want to bring it up to him we get interrupted by who knows what, even though I've been trying to get him alone with me for the last five days! Asking if we could talk, or signalling that I need to tell him something important. And I don't know what to do anymore!"

Or at least not to Harry. Harry especially.

Not because he wasn't a good friend. Not because he couldn't keep a secret. Not because she didn't trust him. Of course not.

More because she knew Harry couldn't tune down his excitement. No, more like he would want to help. Badly.

See, Hermione wasn't one to ask for help often. She was the one to help. The one who seemed to have everything under control. And when she ever did ask for help it where simple things like, hide her from him; hand her this; please kill the giant troll that's trying to kill her. Never had she ever asked Harry for help in expressing her 'romantic feelings' even when Harry had told her about his many, many times before. To suddenly ask for it now would most likely result in Harry getting a little too enthusiastic for his own good.

Not to forget that Ron was Harry's friend too and most likely did the two have conversations with each other, that Hermione didn't know anything about even more so when you counted that they were also roommates. And with this extra knowledge and time spent together, could eventually end up in Harry getting uncomfortable with keeping a secret from his friend. Because she didn't know the extent of the things they have said to one another, she couldn't risk it.

There was also the possibility that Ron told Harry something that would make Harry feel obligated to tell her... Ron, most likely wasn't interested...

No! Not focusing on that. She preferred to tell Ron first and see how that ended before going to Harry. Going for the direct approach…that is, when she finally got the redhead alone for five seconds!

She picked up another novel looking at the title and cover before putting it back on the shelves with a huff.

How was it even possible that a few months back it took so much effort to not be in the same room as the freckled wizard and now she was having trouble getting him alone in a room with her, without completely traumatising the poor boy with the sight of their best friend rutting against said friend's bloody boyfriend!

Harry stood there biting the inside of his cheek as his whole body seemed to vibrate with nerves, making Hermione's tilt her head to the side -giving him a small smile to indicate that he could go on.

His eyes widened, "Oh, right. I-ehm wanted to ask your advice on something that has been bothering me for a while and I… I don't know how to approach it." He looked around them, his cheeks slowly tinting pink as he cleared his throat.

She moved her hand away from the bookcase, giving Harry her complete attention as she looked behind him. "Go on,"

He wetted his lips, his eyes moving from the ground to the ceiling as he stumbled through his words, making Hermione frown and nod her head in reassurance.

"I-eh, you know me and Draco have been getting… uh quite busy lately with taking the next step," Hermione blinked, not sure if she was hearing this right. "W-what am I talking about? You've seen it for yourself… Sorry about that, by the way. We didn't mean for anyone to see that, especially you two –but that's not the point," He cleared his throat again. "You see, I think I want to have sex."

She moved her gaze away from him and back, her eyebrows lifting up.

"Aha…" She said dumbly.

"Yeah, and you see I've been thinking about this for a very long time, I mean it has been the only thing I can think about ever since the first time I gave him a blow job," He continued, looking a bit more comfortable as he looked Hermione right in the eyes.

"…Aha," She said again, slowly nodding her head.

"Sirius even gave me a book after I told him about my relationship with Draco- which had been a great help for sure but nothing in it suggests when I should broach the subject about doing it for real," Harry ruffled his hair. "Though, I think Draco is pretty much on board with it that hasn't got me started on what position he likes to be!"

"…A book?" She asked, trying to zone out everything that came after it.

"Sirius' book about sex and how to pleasure your partner in the best ways possible," Harry said in a salesman's voice, even going as far as to wink at the end of it, making her reply with a simple "Oh,". He huffed, shaking his head, "But that's beside the point, you see ever since we first started doing stuff it's like something awakened in me. And all I want to do is to get him inside a room, grab that round perky ass and slam myself inside him."

"…Mhm…" Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line, nodding while still not knowing what to say.

"But that would be completely insensitive of me, right? Of course, I'm not going to do that for our first time, my first time." He said with a dopey smile before he shook himself back to serious, "And there is also the point that… I don't know if he would like that. I don't know if he wants to be on top or bottom! Sure, every instinct tells me that he would love to have me inside of him, but what if his instinct is telling him the same? I mean we're both guys so it's only natural that he would want that too. Even though I really, really, really want to- Hermione, you okay?"

Harry looked at her face in a slightly concerned manner, only now seeming to notice her lack of response and flustered eyes.

She opened her mouth for a bit as if to say something, before closing it again.

"…I'm totally fine. Really fine, I'm the finest I can be," She said with a high-voice, never having wanted to hear…anything of that! The bloody images that were now stuck in her head. She clearly had a too wide range of imagination. "I think…I'm going to make myself a cup of tea,"

She turned around as she numbly moved herself down the line.

"But what do you suggest I do? Should I ask him what he wants or should I just go with the flow? Come on Hermione help me here," Harry asked, settling himself next to her.

"Harry," Hermione halted, looking at him with desperate eyes, "I'm not a guy, as you might have noticed, so I honestly have no idea the right advice to give you or why you're asking me for advice in the first place. Especially since I've never even-"

"Oh, so I should ask Ron then? He's going to be even more uncomfortable then he already is!" Harry threw his hands in the air, his voice getting slightly desperate.

Hermione started moving again, her eyes widening comically as she said, "I'm uncomfortable right now!"

She cursed herself for not moving faster when a hand turned her around, holding her by the shoulder.

"Please, Hermione. You're the smartest person I know,"

"Not in personal relationships it seems," She breathed to herself.

"What?"

"What?"

"Anyhow," Harry continued, "it doesn't matter if you're a guy or not, I just need your advice. You're Draco's friend too, right? Even longer then I am, so you know what he would like and what he would absolutely hate. Just tell me, does he seem like someone to top or to bottom?" Harry stared at her inquest and full of hope, as if she had all the answers to the universe.

She looked at him and she slowly felt her resolve to crumble under those puppy eyes.

She sighed.

"I don't think I know the answer to that. It's clear that with the amount you two spent with each other that you're the one that knows him best, not me." She shrugged, watching as Harry gave her a distressed look. "I would suggest, knowing how unsure you are about this, that you do bring this up to Draco. In my opinion, I think the only thing that it does is show how much you care about him and makes him appreciate the thought you put into it."

Harry gave her a lopsided smile as he let go of her shoulder.

"I just want to make it special," He eventually said, making Hermione chuckle.

"What?" Harry asked frowning, making her recall all the times Draco had told her the exact same fucking thing the past full moons. Blabbering on and on about their small dates and how he needed to bring enough bacon chips, giggle water and a whole assortment of bloody crunchies. "You sure he likes those Hermione? He never asks for them…have you been lying to me? What? Stop laughing! Christ, Hermione here I'm trying to make everything perfect and you go on ahead and laugh at me!"

"It's just, the way you guys talk about each other is adorable." She smiled, moving her gaze up to meet Harry's as she lifted one eyebrow. They did really love each other, and after Harry had told her on more than one occasion that he was 'in love' she felt relieved that finally, he didn't use those words in a casual way anymore. She didn't think she would ever have to worry that those words would be said to someone who didn't return the sentiment and break her friend's heart.

Harry stared at her for a moment.

"…Hold it right there, Draco talks about me? As in reveals to you his most deepest darkest secrets about me?!" Harry took a couple steps towards her, taking her shoulders in his hands as he stared her right in the eye, a new sort of determination in his face.

"Tell me."

"What?" She blinked, getting hauled out of her happy-friend-thoughts and back into reality with Harry hovering above her. "No! He tells me those things in confidence! You don't want me rattling to him about how…perfect his eyes are, do you?" She said flustered.

"Hermione, you need to tell me exactly what he told you or else you're trespassing the friendship code." Harry looked at her severely, shaking his head as he tried to convey how much she could not do that.

She sputtered, trying to get some distance between them as Harry leaned in closer.

"Friendship code, what the bloody hell is that?!"

"Only the most honourable code of them all, and you don't want to go breaking it, do you? So take a deep breath and tell me…What has he said?! What does he like about me? Is it my nose? Many people told me I have a really good structured nose, I mean it can't be my hair –it's bloody ridiculous! Or does he like ridiculous? Because I'm a whole lot ridiculous…dear god that makes sense! Or does he hate that about me? Dammit, woman give me details!" Harry blabbered, looking urgently into her eyes.

"Now that would be trespassing the friendship code!" Hermione pointed a finger at him in disbelief, "Besides he doesn't blabber about my crushes either!"

Harry tilted his head slightly to the side, squinting his eyes.

"…You have a crush?" He asked unsurely, his eyes widening when he saw the way Hermione instantly blushed, "I can't believe you never told me!" Harry moved to sit her down on the ground, sitting right in front of her as he said with an eager look, "Alright I forgive you…now tell me who it is."

Hermione's eyes bulged as her blush got deeper.

"NO!"

"Aww, come on 'mione," Harry said sweetly before putting on a petulant pout. "Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this. You never tell me anything anymore, I always talk to you about my love life,"

"Yeah, and you tell me a little more than I need to know,"

"I just want to look out for you," Harry ignored her comment. "Let me help. Maybe let me interrogate him for a bit, just to make sure he's safe-"

"Harry!"

"Alright, alright. No interrogation." Harry shook his head, waiting for Hermione to sit back down again. "…Ron and I could also follow the guy around, you know, to see what he's up to-"

"Harry!"


I know, I know.

I'm late.

You remember when I said that we were hopefully going to finish this story by the end of the year? Yeah, skip that...hehe... it's been a lot busier than I previously expected it to be, but I will try to keep uploads as close together as I can.

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