To Ken-Chan - whether its PMS or PMT depends on which side of the Pond you're on. I'm on the PMS side of it, but it didn't rhyme :D
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Unexpected
Part 9
Next morning Harry awoke feeling groggy. Yawning widely, he stumbled out of bed and grabbed his uniform off the chair where he had lain it the night before. Pulling it on, then looking madly around for his tie, he eventually got downstairs to the common room about ten minutes before breakfast would be ended. Starving, he ran to the Great Hall, and skidded to a stop, barely managing to miss crashing into the Hufflepuff table.
Weaving his way to the Gryffindor table, he found Ron and Hermione. Still feeling tired, he yawned widely and pulled bacon and tomatoes onto his plate.
"'Morning," he said, looking fixedly at his breakfast and concentrating on getting it down his throat before it disappeared back down into the kitchens.
"You missed the arrival of the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Harry," Hermione said, a disapproving note in her voice. "You aren't getting this term off to a very good start, are you?"
Ignoring her lecture, he finished his breakfast, feeling slightly sick. The last Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher hadn't even lasted a year. It seemed the position was getting even more jinxed. Professor Grey had been a fair enough teacher, but she had gotten pregnant and had left on maternity leave. "Who have we got this time?" He asked as his eyes wandered up to the staff table. There, sitting between Profossor's Flitwick and McGonagall was Remus J. Lupin, their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher from the year before last, and one of his fathers best friends. Grinning, he turned his attention back to his two friends.
"Cool! This term's going to go great." He paused again, and then smiled self-righteously at Hermione. "See, how can I not do well at his class? He's too brilliant a teacher."
Hermione muttered something, but Harry ignored her. Maybe she did have PMS, she was being annoying even for Hermione.
Ron grinned at Harry. "And we've got Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing, too."
Putting a hand on his unsteady stomach, Harry nodded, looking thoughtfully up at the staff table. So, Lupin was back. And there was one teacher who couldn't be happy about that. Defence Against the Dark Arts was the one position Snape wanted more than anything. And true to form, he was glaring at Lupin. Harry frowned. But his look had none of the vehemence it had last year. As though he just found him annoying, rather than hating him thoroughly and completely. Maybe they had talked about what had happened in their own school days, found that Lupin hadn't been to blame for Sirius' prank. Harry would have to ask Lupin about it. Or better yet, Sirius.
With a smile, Harry remembered that his godfather would be visiting the school soon - he hadn't given a specific date, not wanting the Ministry to find out where he was, but Harry hoped it would be soon. He missed him, and wanted to find out all Sirius had found out about Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Though he worried about him, Harry was also immensely proud of Sirius and what he was doing. He had last visited just before Christmas, giving Harry a wonderful present of new Quidditch robes and some stuff the Marauders had used when they were in school. Though he'd left it to Harry to find out how to use them, and he hadn't managed yet.
Standing, he yawned again, and followed Hermione and Ron to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Neville came up to walk with them.
"It's good that Professor Lupin's back, isn't it? I'll at least get one good mark," he said, looking glum.
"You're good at Herbology too, Neville," Harry reminded him. He felt sorry for the other Gryffindor. Neville did try hard, but he just seemed to find most things impossible.
"But there's no way I'm ever going to pass Potions-"
Neville was interrupted by Professor Lupin's arrival. A few of the Gryffindors seemed a little nervous at his presence, now knowing he was a werewolf, but as they entered the class and got started, all doubts were assuaged.
They reviewed what Professor Grey had taught them, and gone over the hexes and Dark creatures they would go over for the remainder of the year. That was the best lesson all day, there was no doubt. And Harry was thankful there were no Potions class that day.
He was still immensely curious as to who it had been going into Snape's rooms, but he wanted to be with Draco, and didn't think he could cope with being in the small dungeon classroom with him without going crazy. They did have Care of Magical creatures, however, and Harry just spent the whole lesson staring at Draco. Perhaps he was trying to look extra wonderful, just to tease Harry. That blond hair kept falling into his eyes, and that cocky smile of his kept curving those delicious lips, and the way those ice-blue eyes kept flicking over to Harry for mere seconds at a time...
Thankful beyond belief when the lesson, and the day finally ended, Harry met Draco and walked to Slytherins common room with him.
"Good day?" Draco asked, slipping his hand into Harry's and smiling at him.
"It is now," Harry grinned, then pushed Draco against a nearby wall and kissed him deeply, then smiled. "A brilliant day, I'd say."
Chuckling, Draco took Harry's hand again as they started walking. "You had Defence Against the Dark Arts, didn't you?"
"Yeah. It was really good. I'm looking forward to the rest of the year, now."
Draco was regarding him closely. "You felt - safe? With a werewolf teaching you?"
Harry stopped dead and stared at Draco. "Of course I felt safe. He's just a man, you know, until full moon. And even then he's safe, if Snape's making him the Wolfsbane potion again."
"Are you so sure?"
"For God's sake, Draco," Harry said, looking at his boyfriend in despair. "Are you turning out to be the boy I thought you were before Christmas?" The question hurt more than he had thought, that he could be wrong about Draco.
"No, Harry, I'm not. But... a werewolf? It's kind of scary."
Harry was about to get mad at Draco again, then remembered Ron's reaction to finding out Lupin was a werewolf. It hadn't been nice or pleasant. Maybe Draco just needed to get to know Lupin.
"Well, maybe at first. But give him a chance. For me?"
Draco looked at him, then shrugged. "Okay, Harry. For you. Type O Negative." The password swung the portrait open, and the two boys entered the deserted common room and sat on the sofa close to the fire. Sighing contentedly, Harry relaxed into Draco's arms, and put his own arm around the other boys' waist.
Looking up at Draco, he saw the fire dancing, reflected in his eyes, and a flame of passion beneath that. Breath taken away by the ferocity of the other boys' attraction to him, he stretched a little so that his lips brushed Draco's. The Slytherin increased the intensity of the kiss, but pulled back when Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls walked in. Pansy glared at Harry, and the group of girls sat in the common room, whispering.
Draco didn't sit up, though his arms around Harry's shoulders did feel tense for a few moments after they had entered the room. He eventually relaxed a little.
"Did your revision go okay last night?" Draco asked, one hand absent-mindedly stroking Harry's hair.
"Hmm, not bad." Harry wondered for a moment whether to tell Draco about the person he'd seen with Snape, but decided not to. Draco wouldn't be half as bothered as Ron and Hermione, and Harry really wanted a bit of an adventure with his two friends before revision really started, for the end of year OWL exams. "Anyway, how was your day?"
"Okay, I suppose. I had Herbology with the Ravenclaws, and one of the girls Goyle and I were paired up with was such an oaf. She couldn't get a thing right. That Chang girl, their Seeker, was in our group, too, but she was a little better." Harry almost spoke out in Cho Chang's defence. She had been his first big crush, but he hadn't been in a class with her. Draco probably even knew her better than he did. "To say the Ravenclaws are known for their intelligence, you wouldn't guess from the way they act in class, sometimes."
"I don't have any classes with the Ravenclaws," Harry mused, gazing into the depths of the fire. "Just Slytherins and Hufflepuff." Harry smiled. "You know, that's kind of odd, too."
"Hmm?" Draco asked, cheek against Harry's hair.
"That Gryffindors and Slytherins get put together so much when we're the two houses that get along least."
"I suppose its a little odd," Draco said, shrugging. "But I'm glad they did put us together. Or I wouldn't have got to know you nearly as well as I do." Harry looked up again, and found Draco looking down at him, the fire still in his eyes. A strong, cool hand caressed his cheek, then lifted his chin so that he could kiss him. Harry let Draco kiss him, responding gladly, eagerly. After a good few minutes, the two pulled away breathless, then kissed again, more passionately, Harry holding Draco close to him until they were interrupted by the grating sound of Pansy Parkinson's voice.
"Are you coming to dinner, Draco?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. If she weren't doing such a terrible job of flirting with Harry's boyfriend, he might've been jealous.
Sighing, Draco sat up. "I suppose so." He glanced down at Harry, then leant over and whispered in his ear. "Don't think I've finished with you, Potter. How about after dinner?"
A shudder ran through Harry's body. He couldn't afford to spend too long - he had a lot of homework to do - but he'd go crazy if he couldn't spend a little longer with Draco tonight.
"I'm yours."