Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places from Harry Potter, though just think what I could do if I owned Harry and Draco… thinks

A/N: Here is the next one! Sorry so much for the delay, but my Internet connection was removed in November, and the only way for me to get the updates and upload chapters, is through my friend's pc, plus, I had a massive writer's block on this story, despite the fact that I'd planned it! Thanks again for the reviews! Enjoy number 5! Oh, and by the way, Lupin is back as the DADA teacher in this one!

The Tutors.

"But Albus they will murder each other!" Professor Severus Snape could not believe what he was being asked to do.

"No they will not," Headmaster Dumbledore answered calmly. "Trust me, Severus. This is the best way of dealing with them, and I believe that my plan will work perfectly. It will, in the long run, be better for the World, even if in the short run, all hell breaks loose."

"It may be better for the world in the long run, but in the short run, it will destroy my sanity!" Snape pointed out.

"Oh, I very much doubt that!" Dumbledore had that annoying twinkle in his eyes. "Now, Severus, just remember what I have said. I want the plan put into action tomorrow!"

Snape left the Head's office with a feeling of impending doom, and the thought that the old wizard had finally lost his marbles.

Starting the very next day, Harry Potter began failing every single Potions lesson, even when they were just reviewing simple Potions. After a week, Snape told Harry and Draco that he wanted to see them after their Monday lesson.

"Your work has been abominable lately, Potter!" he yelled. "I have no idea what has gotten into you, but I'm prepared to sort this problem out. I was beginning to have faith that you'd pass your NEWT next year with a reasonable mark, but it seems that I am wrong. And I hate to be wrong!"

Snape turned to Draco, who had been snickering as Harry was lectured.

"Your work, Mr. Malfoy, has as always, been outstanding lately," he said silkily.

"Why thank you, Professor," Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes

"Therefore," Snape carried on. "Professor Dumbledore and I feel that it would be advisable if, from this moment on, you become Potter's personal Potions Tutor, Draco."

That wiped the smirk off Draco's face and the two teenage boys stared at Snape in horror.

"No!" Draco yelled. "I can't tutor him! He's an incompetent Gryffindor!"

"There's no word for what you are Malfoy!" Harry yelled. "Professor Dumbledore can't have advised this! He knows Malfoy will murder me!"

"Five points off, each," Snape snapped. "Professor Dumbledore did advise this Potter. From now on, you will work together in class, do your homework together and spend at least three evenings a week studying potions.

"I believe that Professor Lupin was thinking of asking you, Potter, to help Draco in DADA, therefore, you must study that together during your three evenings. We shall know if you have not followed these instructions, so be warned.

"Now, leave!"

The boys left the classroom and stood glaring at each other.

"I'm warning you, Potter. Do anything to annoy me during these 'sessions', and I will make your life a living hell!" Draco hissed.

"No change there, then!" Harry snapped. "And let me tell you something, try anything, such as pay back for your father in these classes, and I swear I will hex you into another dimension!"

"Fine!" Draco snarled. "My Quidditch practise is on Wednesday. When's yours?"

"Thursday," Harry answered, sullenly.

"Right, I'll see you at seven-thirty in the library tomorrow, for our first session. Do not be late!" Draco warned.

"As if I would be!" Harry scoffed. "The sooner I get there, the sooner I leave!"

Turning, they stormed off in different directions.

In the Potions classroom, Snape collapsed at his desk. It was beginning. Hell on Earth.

"The old codger is wrong," he thought. "One of them will lose his temper and kill the other one!"

Harry flopped down into his favourite armchair in the Gryffindor common room.

"What's up, mate?" Ron asked, looking up from his Charms essay. "What did the greaseball say?"

"I may actually have died and gone to hell," Harry replied sadly.

"Uh oh," Ron put his quill down.

"What happened?" Hermione looked over her Ancient Runes dictionary.

"Malfoy has to tutor me in Potions and I have to teach him DADA," Harry replied.

"WHAT?!" Ron exploded.

"You heard," Harry mumbled. "We have to study together three nights a week, do our homework together, and work together in classes. Sorry Ron, I can't be your cauldron buddy any more."

"No problem, I feel sorry for you actually," Ron replied.

"What I don't understand is," Hermione said. "Why your grades have suddenly slipped. I mean, you've been getting better at potions. It seems to me, Snape's picking on you again."

"I dunno," Harry replied. "I haven't gotten into trouble with him lately. I've stayed away and done my work quietly. I haven't even fought with Malfoy when he's been around. Besides, Snape said Dumbledore agreed with him."

They discussed the problem for a while longer and eventually went to bed around eleven.

At the same time as Harry arrived in the Tower, Draco dropped onto the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"I am in so much trouble!" he moaned.

"What's the matter, Dracie?" Pansy simpered, massaging his tense shoulders-badly.

"Get off," Draco shrugged off her hands. "I have to tutor Potter in potions. And he's got to do the same for me in Defence."

"Oh, you poor thing!" Pansy squealed. "That's going to be torture! Can't you get out of it?"

"No," Draco replied. "Dumbledore says I have to. Look, I'm going to bed, ok?"

"I'll come with you!" Pansy jumped up. "We could, you know, relax…"

"No!" Draco was alarmed. "I just want to be alone."

He turned and ran off to his private rooms before Pansy could protest.

At seven-thirty, Draco arrived in the library to find Harry alone at a table in the corner. Sitting at the table, Draco returned the glare the Gryffindor gave him.

"So, what shall we do first?" Harry asked.

"We should do some potions," Draco replied. "That's your worst subject, and since you have a-talent-for DADA, we should do that second. It'll help get rid of my headache."

Harry sighed, and pulled out his potions book.

"What are you struggling with in potions?" Draco asked, moving around the table grudgingly.

"Well, nothing, I thought," Harry replied. "It's this last week, my grades have just dropped."

"We should go back through last week's work, then," Draco said.

"Ok," Harry looked at his book. "How about we start with the stuff that we were just recapping?"

"Fine."

An hour later, they shut their books.

"Well, I just don't see how you failed that potion," Draco frowned. "Your essay was perfect, and you understand it all."

"It's probably just Snape picking on me," Harry moaned. "Shall we make a start on DADA? What's your problem with it?"

"It's just…" Draco steeled himself. "I find it hard, ok? Don't use it against me because you're good at it!"

"I won't!" Harry rolled his eyes. "What problems have you got exactly?"

"Lupin gave me a list," Draco sighed handing over a piece of parchment.

"Wow!" Harry scanned the paper. "This may take a while. Let's start with…shield charms. They're easy."

"No they're not," Draco argued. "And we can't do magic in here."

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement, then," Harry stood up and marched out of the library, Draco trailing behind him.

"You just don't have enough focus yet!" Harry yelled. "You have to believe that the shield will be strong as you cast it! Otherwise, it's not going to work!"

"I still think you're a lousy teacher!" Draco yelled in return.

"Oh forget it!" Harry turned away. "See you on Friday, Ferret face!"

"Whatever, Scarhead!" Draco replied.

They met again on Friday.

Draco demanded that he see all of Harry's essays from the week before. There were only a few minor mistakes, and the blonde came to the conclusion that Snape was just picking on Harry again. In the end, he demanded that Harry just come to him if he ever had a problem, and concentrate on teaching Draco DADA.

Back in the Room of Requirement, Harry turned to Draco.

"We should continue with the shield charms," he said. "You've almost mastered them."

Draco nodded, and they faced each other, wands out. Three times, Draco cast the spell, and each time Harry smashed it with a simple spell. Draco lay on the floor, panting from being blasted off his feet by Harry's spell yet again.

"Get up," Harry ordered.

"No," Draco argued. "I can't do it!"

Harry marched over and stood over Draco.

"Get up!" he ordered again.

"No!" Draco yelled.

Harry reached down and hauled Draco to his feet. Slamming him into a wall, Harry shouted in the blonde's face, "You can do this, and you will! Now, imagine a really strong wall as you cast the spell!"

Moving backwards, Harry sent another spell at Draco. Imagining the walls of Hogwarts, Draco cast the shield charm. It worked, and Harry had to duck to avoid the Stinging Hex he'd cast. Looking towards the blonde, he smiled.

"Told you, you could do it!" he said.

Draco laughed. "I cast a shield charm! I've never done that before, thanks!"

"No problem," Harry shrugged. "I had confidence that you could do it, I could see the ability, I just had to make you believe. If you believe you can do it, you can. As long as you know how the spell's supposed to work, that is!"

Draco moved towards Harry.

"I can see now why the others chose you to teach them DADA last year," he said. "You're an excellent teacher! I want you to teach me everything about Defence, I need it."

"Well, we'll see how we get on with this list, first," Harry smiled, blushing.

A month passed and Harry's marks gradually came up in Potions, whereas Draco's shot up in DADA. The two boys found themselves talking during their study sessions, and realised that they had a lot in common. Their fights eventually stopped and friendship grew in their rivalry's place.

Draco had finally mastered stunning charms, the last thing on his list, and he and Harry sat drinking pumpkin juice, celebrating Draco's achievement.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to tell you…but it's a bit delicate," Draco whispered.

"You can tell me."

Draco looked at his hands. "I…well, I'm gay."

"So?"

"Is that all you're going to say?" Draco was surprised.

"What do you want me to say?" Harry was confused. "That I mind, or find it disgusting? Well, I'm sorry, I can't!"

"You don't mind?" Draco looked incredulous.

"No, and do you wanna know why?" Harry replied. "I'm bi!"

"You are?" Draco smiled.

"Yep!"

Draco immediately relaxed, and sat next Harry and started a conversation about the cute lads in their year.

A month passed, and Draco and Harry continued to study together, growing closer all the time. One night, as they cleared up after brewing a particularly difficult potion as revision for the next day's test, Harry and Draco both reached for the Asphodel root at the same time. Their fingers wound together, and a shock went up both their spines.

Turning towards each other still holding the vial, the two teens stared at each other for a moment. It was Draco who made the first move. Capturing Harry's lips, he closed his eyes and moved closer to the Gryffindor. Harry returned the kiss and their hands released the vial which fell, smashing unnoticed on the floor as they wrapped their arms around each other.

Their lips separated, and Draco stepped back, realising what had just happened.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to ruin our friendship."

"Draco, you haven't ruined it," Harry admonished the Slytherin. "And look-"

He took Draco's hand and guided it to the bulge in his trousers.

"I want this as much as you do," he whispered.

Draco stared at his hand for a moment, softly caressing Harry's erection, before grabbing the raven-haired teen around the waist and pulling him flush against him. Kissing Harry fiercely, Draco lifted him off his feet, and delighted in feeling Harry's legs wrap around his hips. Smashing the two of them up against the wall, Draco trailed his lips down Harry's neck, sucking on the soft flesh.

"Draco," Harry moaned. "Take me!"

Needing no further encouragement, Draco turned around and lowered them to the floor. The two boys nearly ripped each other's clothes off in their hurry to reach the other's skin. Harry spread his legs wide and felt Draco cast a lubrication spell on him. Soon, the blonde was inside, and the emerald-eyed boy wrapped his legs around Draco's waist once more. They moved together furiously, as if they would die if they didn't, and soon they climaxed, screaming.

Draco gently pulled out of Harry, but stayed on top of him, kissing the mouth that he couldn't get enough of.

Finally, they moved apart and dressed each other slowly.

"That was the most amazing experience of my life, Harry," Draco whispered, kissing Harry's shoulder as it disappeared under his shirt. "I can't wait to make love to you slowly and lovingly, it's going to be heaven."

"I agree," Harry replied, running his hands over the blonde's chest as he slipped Draco's shirt on. "Let's go and wash up in the prefect's bathroom, and then go to your room, so you can make love to me slowly and lovingly."

"Vixen," Draco muttered, kissing Harry's swollen red lips again. "I love you!"

"I love you too," Harry replied. "And I want to be yours forever."

"Me too," Draco answered.

They gathered up their belongings and left the room, arms wrapped around each other as they hurried off. Neither of them noticed Dumbledore emerge from the shadows in the hallway and smile as they left. His plan had worked.

A/N: I hope you liked that one, I had real trouble writing it, so it may not be my best. I'll try and get the next one up for you soon. Please review, so I know what you think.