Title: The Tutor Ch. 4
Author: LovelyPsychopath
Rating: PG-13-- for language mostly.
Comments: Sorry about the delay folks, but I have good reasons! This is the
second ch. 4 that I've written! The first one wasn't good enough, so, thus
ch. 4 v. 2 was born. Also, I'd like to thank the wonderful people that
gave me reviews! I also wanted to say that when I write my stories, they
are in correct dialogue form, with paragraphs, etc. But when I publish
them, they get all whacky. Oh well. You'll just have to stick with me until
I get it figured out.
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That night Harry had laid in his bed pondering Malfoy's new found interest in him. He frowned, and contemplated his situation.
'He's probably only doing it to make me squirm.' Harry thought to himself, the image of Malfoy smiling at him replaying in his mind. This made Harry angry. 'Damn bastard. He thinks the whole bloody universe revolves around him! Arrogant prick. I won't let him affect me any more. The git has had his fun, and now, it's over!' Harry finished this thought by rolling onto his side. He would no long show a lack of confidence where Draco Malfoy was involved. He was going to throw himself at Voldemort's feet before he was going to let Malfoy affect him, and that was that!
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The next day, Harry strode proudly into the potion's room, pride intact and strawberry jam sandwich in hand. He plopped down into the seat across from Draco, and proceeded to eat his sandwich. Draco glared, and Harry smiled.
"This is not snack time, Potter." Draco drawled, glaring at the offending food item.
"Obviously not, Malfoy." The Gryffindor glared back. "However, I missed lunch, and I will eat this sandwich." Harry raised his eyebrows, and smiled. Draco frowned. Since when did Potter act like this?
"Fine. Do hurry up though. Watching you eat isn't one of my hobbies, you know."
'Malfoy..you should know better' Harry thought to himself, deliberately slowing down the consumption of his sandwich.
After fifteen excruciatingly long minutes, Malfoy was literally twitching. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as Harry finished the last bite. As if some spell had been broken, Malfoy snapped back into life.
"For fuck's sake Potter, how long does it take to eat a bloody sandwich?!"
"My, my, Malfoy. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours?" Harry smiled innocently, and winked at Draco.
The blond simply gained a rather stale expression, and opened a rather thick book about potions. He was about to scold Potter again, when he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks.
Potter had...a bit of jam on his lip. His eyes widened. He felt his heart rate speed up. Oh, if only he could lean forward, and lick that bit of jam off, he could finally die happy! Then, he thought some more.
'Wait a moment. What am I saying. If I want to do something, I do it." The smug grin slowly faded from Harry's face when he noticed the predatory grin that Draco was giving him.
'I...am.screwed' He thought to himself, slowly looking towards the door.
"Harry." Draco asked, summoning the most innocent tone he could. "You seem to have a bit of..jam..on your lip." Draco said, slowly leaning forward.
"I do, eh?" Harry asked weakly. He felt like a rabbit in a lion's den.
"Let me help, eh, Harry?" Malfoy was practically on top of him now.
"NO! That's not necessary.not at all!" Harry was not thinking rationally. He tried to move, but was frozen in place by two hypnotic gray eyes. The blond Slytherin slowly leaned ever closer, until he could feel Harry's breath on his cheek. His eyes met the wide green ones of Harry, and he leaned in for the kill. A darted a pink tongue out and slowly licked the bit of jam off of Harry's lip.
At last, Draco pulled back and regained compose.
"All right, Potter. Today we'll be studying.."
"What?!" Harry asked, willing himself to believe what was going on. "You just licked me Malfoy! That is not something that you just do without an explanation!" Harry was clearly shaken and rather peeved. Draco sighed.
"Is it really that hard for you to understand?"
"Yes, it is. Now please explain yourself!" Harry crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He waited for poorly put together sentences, embarrassed stuttering, and the coloring of cheeks. To his surprise, it never came.
"I like you, you git." He answered, giving Harry a sly smile.
"You..like..me?"
"Yes. I, Draco Malfoy, like you, Harry Potter."
"But, but, but, WHY?!?" Draco could almost hear the rusty gears in Harry's head trying to move.
"Well, you're handsome, kind, honest, generous, and you look very cute when you blush. I think we could balance each other out very well." Harry seemed to be thinking it over. "I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but I am bloody well sure that you like me as well." Harry looked rather serious. His eyes were cast across the room, and refused to look at Draco.
"Suppose you are right." Harry said in a small voice, still looking away from Draco, "What would you do?"
"I would kiss you, and ask you to be my boyfriend." Draco's answer was simple and honest. At this, Harry locked eyes with Draco, a genuine look of happiness plastered on his face.
"Ok then. You're right. I like you."
Draco stood with a single fluent motion, and sat down in the chair next to Harry. He cupped one of Harry's cheeks lightly in his hand, while moving in. His grey eyes were focused on Harry's slightly parted pink lips. The Gryffindor licked his lips nervously, and finally, Draco's lips met Harry's. Bliss. The blond lightly bit on Harry's bottom lip, causing him to part his lips further. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and in return, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. They stayed like this, kissing lightly, until Harry pulled back. His lips were red and pouty, and this time, he was not the only one with red cheeks.
"Well?" Harry asked softly, whispering into Draco's ear. Draco looked puzzled for a moment. All of this snogging had gotten to his brain.
"Oh, yes." He cleared his throat. "Harry, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course." And with that final reply, they hugged. "But I swear Draco, you better be nice to my friends, or I'll drop you on your ass so quickly, you won't know what happened." Draco's eyes snapped open.
"What?!"
"Just kidding!" Harry said, sporting a rather evil gleam in his eyes. "But do try to be nice."
"I will." Draco promised. "Now. We have one more important issue to be discussed." Harry looked puzzled.
"Your place, or mine?" This earned Draco a well earned elbowing in the stomach. "I was joking! Gods, Harry..." He groaned, holding his injured stomach. But then, Harry leaned in to softly whisper in Draco's ear.
"Your place, of course."
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Comments: YAY! It's DONE! I hope you liked it! I know I sure enjoyed writing it! PLEASE REVIEW! I BEG YOU! I will hand out girl scout cookies to whoever reviews! Wink, wink. Please go and check out my new story, Insanely True, if you liked this one. Thanks for reading!
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That night Harry had laid in his bed pondering Malfoy's new found interest in him. He frowned, and contemplated his situation.
'He's probably only doing it to make me squirm.' Harry thought to himself, the image of Malfoy smiling at him replaying in his mind. This made Harry angry. 'Damn bastard. He thinks the whole bloody universe revolves around him! Arrogant prick. I won't let him affect me any more. The git has had his fun, and now, it's over!' Harry finished this thought by rolling onto his side. He would no long show a lack of confidence where Draco Malfoy was involved. He was going to throw himself at Voldemort's feet before he was going to let Malfoy affect him, and that was that!
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The next day, Harry strode proudly into the potion's room, pride intact and strawberry jam sandwich in hand. He plopped down into the seat across from Draco, and proceeded to eat his sandwich. Draco glared, and Harry smiled.
"This is not snack time, Potter." Draco drawled, glaring at the offending food item.
"Obviously not, Malfoy." The Gryffindor glared back. "However, I missed lunch, and I will eat this sandwich." Harry raised his eyebrows, and smiled. Draco frowned. Since when did Potter act like this?
"Fine. Do hurry up though. Watching you eat isn't one of my hobbies, you know."
'Malfoy..you should know better' Harry thought to himself, deliberately slowing down the consumption of his sandwich.
After fifteen excruciatingly long minutes, Malfoy was literally twitching. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as Harry finished the last bite. As if some spell had been broken, Malfoy snapped back into life.
"For fuck's sake Potter, how long does it take to eat a bloody sandwich?!"
"My, my, Malfoy. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours?" Harry smiled innocently, and winked at Draco.
The blond simply gained a rather stale expression, and opened a rather thick book about potions. He was about to scold Potter again, when he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks.
Potter had...a bit of jam on his lip. His eyes widened. He felt his heart rate speed up. Oh, if only he could lean forward, and lick that bit of jam off, he could finally die happy! Then, he thought some more.
'Wait a moment. What am I saying. If I want to do something, I do it." The smug grin slowly faded from Harry's face when he noticed the predatory grin that Draco was giving him.
'I...am.screwed' He thought to himself, slowly looking towards the door.
"Harry." Draco asked, summoning the most innocent tone he could. "You seem to have a bit of..jam..on your lip." Draco said, slowly leaning forward.
"I do, eh?" Harry asked weakly. He felt like a rabbit in a lion's den.
"Let me help, eh, Harry?" Malfoy was practically on top of him now.
"NO! That's not necessary.not at all!" Harry was not thinking rationally. He tried to move, but was frozen in place by two hypnotic gray eyes. The blond Slytherin slowly leaned ever closer, until he could feel Harry's breath on his cheek. His eyes met the wide green ones of Harry, and he leaned in for the kill. A darted a pink tongue out and slowly licked the bit of jam off of Harry's lip.
At last, Draco pulled back and regained compose.
"All right, Potter. Today we'll be studying.."
"What?!" Harry asked, willing himself to believe what was going on. "You just licked me Malfoy! That is not something that you just do without an explanation!" Harry was clearly shaken and rather peeved. Draco sighed.
"Is it really that hard for you to understand?"
"Yes, it is. Now please explain yourself!" Harry crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He waited for poorly put together sentences, embarrassed stuttering, and the coloring of cheeks. To his surprise, it never came.
"I like you, you git." He answered, giving Harry a sly smile.
"You..like..me?"
"Yes. I, Draco Malfoy, like you, Harry Potter."
"But, but, but, WHY?!?" Draco could almost hear the rusty gears in Harry's head trying to move.
"Well, you're handsome, kind, honest, generous, and you look very cute when you blush. I think we could balance each other out very well." Harry seemed to be thinking it over. "I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but I am bloody well sure that you like me as well." Harry looked rather serious. His eyes were cast across the room, and refused to look at Draco.
"Suppose you are right." Harry said in a small voice, still looking away from Draco, "What would you do?"
"I would kiss you, and ask you to be my boyfriend." Draco's answer was simple and honest. At this, Harry locked eyes with Draco, a genuine look of happiness plastered on his face.
"Ok then. You're right. I like you."
Draco stood with a single fluent motion, and sat down in the chair next to Harry. He cupped one of Harry's cheeks lightly in his hand, while moving in. His grey eyes were focused on Harry's slightly parted pink lips. The Gryffindor licked his lips nervously, and finally, Draco's lips met Harry's. Bliss. The blond lightly bit on Harry's bottom lip, causing him to part his lips further. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and in return, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. They stayed like this, kissing lightly, until Harry pulled back. His lips were red and pouty, and this time, he was not the only one with red cheeks.
"Well?" Harry asked softly, whispering into Draco's ear. Draco looked puzzled for a moment. All of this snogging had gotten to his brain.
"Oh, yes." He cleared his throat. "Harry, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course." And with that final reply, they hugged. "But I swear Draco, you better be nice to my friends, or I'll drop you on your ass so quickly, you won't know what happened." Draco's eyes snapped open.
"What?!"
"Just kidding!" Harry said, sporting a rather evil gleam in his eyes. "But do try to be nice."
"I will." Draco promised. "Now. We have one more important issue to be discussed." Harry looked puzzled.
"Your place, or mine?" This earned Draco a well earned elbowing in the stomach. "I was joking! Gods, Harry..." He groaned, holding his injured stomach. But then, Harry leaned in to softly whisper in Draco's ear.
"Your place, of course."
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Comments: YAY! It's DONE! I hope you liked it! I know I sure enjoyed writing it! PLEASE REVIEW! I BEG YOU! I will hand out girl scout cookies to whoever reviews! Wink, wink. Please go and check out my new story, Insanely True, if you liked this one. Thanks for reading!