Chapter: Better Ways to Study

The months went by quickly, and before I new it, we had only two weeks left
until exams. It was going to be extremely hard, considering that this was
our 7th year, which also meant that this year's exams were going to be most
important.

I was fine when it came to academics. I was no Hermione Granger, but I
always manage fairly well. However, for Harry, he told me that he always
only just barely passed potions.

This, however, was excellent, as I was great at potions. I knew I would be
able to help him. Or at least, that's what I thought, until I found out how
it was to study for exams with Harry.

"Harry! Pay attention!" I shouted, for the millionth time. He was really
starting to get on my nerves, no matter how much I loved him. He just
wouldn't pay attention.

"What?" Harry asked, in a whiney voice. "I'm trying to daydream about
Quidditch!"

"Ugh! How do you ever expect to pass potions if you don't pay attention?" I
asked, irritated.

"I don't know. Maybe I won't pass and I'll just end up getting left back
year after year after year after year after year after year-"

"All right! I get it already!" I shouted, cutting Harry off.

"Well, someone is in a sour mood today," Harry said. It was really quite
annoying.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't be in such a sour mood if a certain Gryffindor would
listen to me when I'm trying to help him pass his Potions exams! You only
have two weeks!"

"I don't care! I'm never going to get potions. No matter how hard I try!" he groaned out, childishly.

"Don't say that, Harry. Come on. You have to try," I said soothingly, while
I sat down on the bed, next to him, and began rubbing his back,
comfortingly. (A/N: They're in Draco's room.)

Harry sighed and gave in with a defeated nod of his head.

I smiled and began my explaining. "Alright, well, if you mix Gerunest and
Ausengel together"

"Hermione," I said, in a pleading voice the next day, while Harry was
practicing for Quidditch. "I just can't get him to learn a single thing! I try
and try, over and over again, but it just goes right in one ear and out the
other!"

"Well," Hermione began, with a smirk, "Maybe you should create a sort of game
with him, when it comes to studying."

"A game?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. You know, like, if he gets an answer right, then he gets a point or...a
treat."

"A treat?" I asked, my brow going even higher. (if possible)

"Well," she began, trying to push down the blush that was starting to crawl
its way up her neck. "For example, for every answer he gets correct, you
could, give him a kiss or...take off an article of clothing." By this time the
blush had spread all across her face.

I smirked at her.

"Thanks, Hermione."

Harry walked into my room, dragging his feet as he had the days before.
Little did he know, that I was going to use Hermione's idea to get him to
study, because there was no way I was going to let Harry fail a grade and
have to repeat just so that I would have to wait an extra year to live with
him!

Of course, Harry didn't know about this, and so, he still looked completely
reluctant to be here to study again.

He looked up at me, and I smirked at him, knowingly.

He stared at me suspiciously, before asking, "And just what are you up to?"

"Well, I've come up with a more efficient way of studying. I think it should
prove to make you ALOT better in Potions."

"Oh really?" he asked, very doubtfully.

"Really." I answered. "You see, I'm going to help you study for one hour,
every day, and then, for the next hour, I'll test you on all of the things
we went over, and on the day before the potions exams, we'll spend the whole
day going over everything."

"Isn't that basically the same plan you had before?" he asked, annoyed.

"Well, yes, but I've come up with a few spices to add to it."

He raised a curious brow at me.

"Well, for each answer you get right, you get a kiss. And once you've gotten
5 kisses, you get to take off any article of clothing from me. And then, if
you get all of the answers right, and you have taken every piece of clothing
off of me, you get a grand prize."

"And I can just guess what that prize would be," he finished for me, with a
smirk.

"Exactly," I finished.
"Well, why would I want to do that when I can have you all to myself any
time I want?" he asked, trying to find a loop-hole. But I wasn't going to
give up that easily.

"Well, there's a catch, you see. You don't get a single kiss, hicky,
intimate touch, or quick moment of sex at all, other than the game. So if
you can't answer the questions right when we practice, you're not going to
be able to lay a single hand on me," I finished with a smirk.

His eyes went wide as saucers. "No way! That's not fair!" he shouted.

"Oh, I think it is. So, it's your choice. Study, or forget any pleasure you
might be expecting."

He glared at me and huffed angrily.

"Fine."

"Fine, what?" I asked.

"Fine, I'll try to study harder. Go on. Take the books out. Let's get this
over with."

"I love you," I said with a puppy dog face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

During the second hour, there was a much bigger improvement in Harry's
answering. Before, he couldn't answer a single question right. And this
time, he had answer 12 correctly! He managed to take off my tie and shirt.
Lucky for him, I had taken off my Hogwarts Slytherin cloak, or he wouldn't
have even taken my shirt off. But at least he managed to get 12 very
passionate kisses.

All in all, it really wasn't bad at all for his first time of paying
attention.

"Don't I even get a Good-Bye kiss?" he whined, as he began to leave my room.
"No. I told you, Harry. Nothing happens between us other than when we're
studying." I answered.

He groaned and then said, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to study really
hard if I want to get the grand prize."

"That's the point."

Over the week, Harry managed to get me down to just my boxers and socks with
a very evil smirk on his face. So evil of a smirk in fact, it scared me at
how closely it resembled my Malfoy trademark smirk.

"Ha! Look how far I got this time! It's too bad we ran out of questions. I
only needed to get 15 more right this time and I would have won the grand
prize!" It was quite funny how Harry acted so childishly about the grand
prize, when the prize was something for a more mature person.

It was really just too amusing.

"Well, you'll just have to try extra hard. You see, I plan how many clothes
I'm wearing and then do the math, and according to how many kisses it would
take to get to the grand prize, is how many questions I give you. So the
trick is, that you have to get every single question right, in order to get
to the grand prize."

Harry's jaw dropped open.

"But that's impossible!'

"No, it's not. You said it yourself. You were only 15 away from the grand
prize."

"Yes, but when I can't get any wrong at all! I mean, it's worse than ‘Who
Wants to be a Millionair'! I don't even get any life-lines!"

"What?" I asked, confusedly.

"Oh, it's some muggle thing. Don't worry." I only shrugged it off. Harry often brought up muggle things out of nowhere.

"Alright. The HUGE Grand Prize is in 4 days, right? The one where you ask
all the questions from all of our study dates?"

"Yes. And in this one, you're allowed 10 wrong answers."

Harry smiled a huge smile and then packed up to leave.

"You just wait," he said. "I'm going to study everything every night, and
I'm going to win that Grand Prize on that last day. You just wait and see!"

"I can hardly wait," I said with a smile.

"Can I at least have a hug?" he asked, jokingly.

"Of course, love," I answered, and leaned in to hug him, but he quickly
grabbed my face and pushed me up against the wall and gave me a steamy kiss.
I was to entranced in the kiss to remember the rules for a second, but as
soon as I remembered, I gently pushed him away.

"Hey! You cheated!" I shouted, accusingly.

"I know, but I've been such a good little boy, I thought I deserved a
little bonus gift."

And with that, he walked away.

Four days passed and it came time for the Grand Prize.

In the last four days, Harry had gotten almost every single answer right,
save for one or two. I had no doubt in my mind that he would win the grand
Prize today. And to tell you the truth, I was quite glad. I really missed our
more passionate times together.

I had 210 questions in total. But to make this time harder, you needed 20
kisses to take off an article of clothing, and since you were allowed 10
wrong answers, that meant I was wearing 10 pieces of clothing. I had 1) my
boxers 2) my left shoe 3) my right shoe 4) my left sock 5) my right sock 6) my trousers 7) my shirt 8) my tie 9) my sweater/vest and 10) my Slytherin
cloak.

We started off with a few easy questions, and he had only gotten one wrong
so far. However, when I had lost my cloak, sweater, and tie, I began to make
the questions harder and harder. Now, I had also lost both my shoes, and my
left sock. Harry had so far gotten 4 more wrong, which was a total of 5
wrongs answers, which left him with 5 chances left. I lost my right socks,
my shirt, and then my trousers next. I was down to my boxers, and Harry
needed 8 more correct answers.

He was only allowed one more wrong answers, and indeed,
When he needed 5 more questions left, he used it up. After long, hard
moments of thinking, we were one our last one.

"What ingredients do you need to make a curloscence potion?" I asked.

"Err†asphodel, work brain, Troll Boogers, andâ€. And†err†dragon blood?"

"Oh no! Not dragon blood! Snake blood!"

"NOOOO! No! No way! I was so close, Draco! It's not fair!" Harry argued.

I could agree with him fairly well there. I really wanted Harry right now!

"All right, I'll tell you what. It's not fair that you don't get a bonus, so
I'll make one up. If you can answer 5 of the 10 answers that you got wrong,
correctly, then you can still get the Grand Prize."

"Great!" he shouted, excited.

And sure enough, as I'm sure you know, he got them all right.

And he seductively pulled down my remaining boxers.

"I knew I would win the Grand Prize," he said smugly, running his hands down my sides.

"I knew this game would make you learn something," I replied, touching the top button on Harry's shirt.

Harry batted my hand away and said, "Oh no. You made me wait three weeks learning Potions to see you down to your skin. I'm going to make you suffer."

"I don't recall that being in the stipulations of our agreement," I replied, trying to con my way out of Harry's revenge.

"We never discussed my behavior AFTER the game was over, only while it was on," he argued back. "Now you have to play by my rules."

I sighed in exasperation, but I gave in. He did have a point. He began by kissing me long and passionately, thoroughly exploring my mouth with his tongue. He then trailed down my jaw and chest, pausing at each nipple to make sure they received adequate attention. After he'd done that, he bypassed my groin and kissed his way down my legs before repeating the process in reverse.

"Please, Harry," I said. "You're killing me."

He grinned wickedly and continued to lavish my body with attention. "Serves you right, you great whelp."

I glared at him, but it didn't have any effect as he wasn't looking at my face. He was currently kissing my inner thighs as one of his hands tended to another, much more sensitive part of my body. I began to groan a bit as my erection grew harder, but he ignored the sound.

"Do you like being teased?" he asked, removing his luscious hand and moving higher to kiss my stomach.

"No," I replied shortly. To my utter irritation, he laughed at me. "What are you laughing at?" I asked, trying to ignore the growing need between my legs.

"You," he answered. "You weren't this eager a week ago." He didn't stop his ministrations as he spoke and I felt like batting the back of his head.

"I was ATTEMPTING to make you learn something," I snapped. He silenced me by kissing my mouth again. I forgot my irritation at his teasing as his hand began to stroke me. I groaned in frustration when he suddenly got up and backed away with a smile on his face. "What are you doing?" I asked grumpily.

"Just watch," he said. He began to do a slow striptease by unbuttoning his shirt and dancing a bit after each button was undone. He wiggled painfully slowly out of his shirt and then began to strip out of his trousers. I watched in utmost lust as his beautiful legs came into view, on then realizing that he'd removed his shoes sometime during my quizzing. He moved closer slowly and slid his boxers down as he moved, giving me full sight of his amazing body.

"Merlin," I whispered, only now realizing how much I had missed him over the last two weeks, even if we were together studying. He smiled and pulled me up, leading me to the bed. Once I had lain down, he crawled across the silk sheets like a prowling lion going after its prey. The sight made me moan with want. He crawled over my body and began kissing me heatedly before moving lower.

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"I'm going to claim you," he nearly growled, making me look at him with round, lust-filled eyes. He kissed and touched until I was hard again, and then he retrieved the lube from my night table and began to slowly and thoroughly prepare me for his manhood.

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"Merlin, that was great sex," I muttered, pulling a sweaty and exhausted Harry onto my chest.

"Too right, it was," he replied, sounding sated and sleepy. "We should've studied like this more often."

I chuckled and kissed the top of his tussled head before we both succumbed to a satisfied sleep.

The potions exams finally came, and Harry walked out of the potions room
with a confident smile on his face.

"So, how did you do?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, let's just say, I'm absolutely positive that I did so well that...I
think I deserve another Grand Prize."

And with that, we rushed up to my room, as it was, of course, the closest.

A/N: Okay, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much for all of your reviews and I'm sorry for taking so long to update. My P.C, broke down and everything was horrible. Anyway, please review again, and a special thanks to my beta who wrote the more romantic part at the end.