A/N - Decided to open this chapter with a little bit of humor.

Disclaimer - You know the drill already. Don't sue.

-Aconitum

Chapter Four




"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts." found it's way to Harry's mouth. He was surprised that he knew all the words even well after a decade and having only sang it once. Maybe next year he'd suggest they revive it.

"Teach us something please, whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees!" he continued as a smile appeared on his face when the door unlocked and opened to reveal an empty classroom.

He didn't close the door behind him and practically danced over to the desk filled with rolls of parchment that needed to graded.

"Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff." He sung more loudly and spinning around. "For now they're bare and full of air; dead flies and bits of fluff."

Now completely forgetting his reason for coming into his classroom he started to dance for the remainder of the song.

"So teach us things worth knowing." He sang and jumped on top of his desk knocking various papers and instruments that were in the way.

"Bring back what we've forgot." He swung his hips and his hands side to side "Just do your best we'll do the rest ,"

He started to do the snoopy dance for quite some time before he sang the last line

"AND LEARN UNTIL OUR BRAINS ALL ROT!" finishing he added a "chicka" with his arms wide open as if expecting a hug from an invisible person. He turned around and saw Malfoy in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face before saying:

"Quite honestly Potter, you should teach your students that instead of defense. All you have to do is add tassels to your nipples in order to complete the look of utter horror and confusion to your victims' face, giving them even more of a reason to curse you."

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"NO! YOU'RE ALL IDIOTS!" Draco screamed at the first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT GRABBING ONTO THE HANDLE AND KICKING OFF??!! ARE ALL OF YOU MENTAL??!!"

He had had it with the first years. They couldn't understand anything why their professor was yelling at them. They were two weeks into school and they were still learning how to kick off while remembering to hold on. It was unquestionably common sense...well to most people.

"Watch me for the FIFTH time today." He said malevolently. He strode over to one of the brooms that were unoccupied by one of his dim-witted students and held his left arm over the broomstick.

"UP!" he said viciously.

"Now!" he barked "Notice how when I kick off I have my hands grasping the handle of it firmly." He kicked off and soared into the air. It would have been liberating for him, had it not been his fifth time and because he was teaching a bunch of dolts. He flew swiftly down to the ground and jumped off leaving the broomstick levitating a few feet before it dropped. Almost instantly the kids started yelling at him:

"You're the teacher!"

"You're supposed to know how to do this stuff!"

"We've only just started!"

"It's hard to do!"

Screams like that rose in such a short amount of time that if they had thought of anything different to say to further their idiocy, it was lost in the many combination of words being said by 60 pre-teens. And there was Draco Malfoy...in the middle of the verbal fight...twitching like mad. Finally, a thought occurred to him that hadn't before; and once again the familiar Malfoy smirk was itching at the corners of his mouth and he regained his usual status.

"Ten points from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." He said lazily.

The commotion seemed to settle a little.

"Twenty from both houses now." He said in the same tone and his smile grew.

The fighting stopped after he had taken 40 points from each house.

"Now...mount your brooms."

They obeyed and held on firmly to their brooms.

"Kick off and make sure your hold on your brooms are firm, 'cause as I'm sure you all know from recent experience" he paused and looked menacingly at all the students "you will fall flat on your arses if you don't." He made one more look around at them all to make sure fear was in their eyes and to see that their knuckles were white from clenching their broomsticks.

'They're still gonna fuck this up' he thought right before blowing the whistle.

What happened next was not expected. All of them kicked off perfectly and then started to crash into each other as if the sky had limited amount of space. Wood chips and specs of blood rained down on the silver haired Malfoy and screams of fear and pain were disseminated from the 11 year old idiots.

There was Draco. On the ground. With his eye twitching violently and thinking he could just quit right now. It had begun to rain which wasn't improving his mood on the outlook of things. After a minute or so he was drenched with rain and had vaguely began to contemplate why the idiots controlling the brooms hadn't landed or fallen to their death yet. Every so often there would be an odd flash of lightning which seemed to aggravate him even more.

"THAT'S IT!" He screamed when the umpteenth droplet mixture of rain and blood hit him square on his eye. He took out his wand, pointed it up towards the barrage of children, uttered a spell which resulted in the broomsticks ceasing their levitation and falling to the ground which increased the incessant screaming of children. There was another flash of lightening and they all landed with a soft thud on the rain soaked ground.

"CLASS DISMISSED! IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A SERIOUS INJURY, HOBBLE YOUR WAY TO MADAM POMFREY!"

"But Professor Malfoy...we still have 20 minutes left in the class." said one foolish girl who had a cut just above her eye.

"Oh do we?" He said in a false calm voice and advancing on her. "Okay well then you can either take the 20 minutes to clean up for dinner or you could stand there with your thumb up your arse and try to explain why you and the rest of your classmates ARE SO FUCKING STUPID!!" Another flash of lightening and he turned around and left the crying bunch of kids to their own needs. The way he figured it, if they weren't so stupid this never would have happened...not his fault.

As he neared the steps he swore and furiously wiped the blood from his face and eyes. He wouldn't have minded if it was his own blood, but someone else's was entirely different. He took one last glance over his shoulder to see the first years stumbling around in the rain. He sighed and found a 7th year who was wandering aimlessly around and sent him to go get Madam Pomfrey to help the half-wits outside.

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Meanwhile, another Slytherin was having difficulty teaching. He was just having a hard time concentrating on what needed to be taught. For almost 10 minutes the classroom was deadly quiet; all waiting anxiously for him to finish the sentence he began. Fact was Severus Snape's mind was no longer on potions...but was swimming in the memories of Saturday night's events with a bushy haired witch. A smile that was unknown to most students (as it wasn't the usual sneer they were accustomed to) appeared across Snape's face. After the climax of that night had died in his mind, he started thinking about tonight and what Granger had in store. He went back to his desk -with the unfinished sentence still on the board - and began to sort through the papers for her letter.

"Uh, Professor Snape?" ask a timid third year girl "you didn't finish the notes."

Snape didn't acknowledge the girl's statement and began to re-read Hermione's small loopy handwriting that hid the suggestive themes within it. He had never had such feelings like this for anyone before. He sighed a love-sick sigh and stared at the clock - not really interested in the time though. He was shaken out of his day dream when the students started to ramble incoherently amongst themselves and got progressively louder with each word. He didn't feel like spoiling his mood by yelling at his students and instead allowed this and time looked at the clock to see that they only had 3 minutes left anyway. The bell rang 180 seconds later, the bell rang signifying the end of the class day for Snape and letting the kids know that they could retire for the night.

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Back to the beginning of Draco's Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw class.

Harry had last period free to do what he wished to do. He watched in amusement of Draco gradually losing his temper in front of the first years; it was like a before dinner show that he looked forward to. A thought had occurred to him after Draco had taken off for the fifth time: He should be taking pictures of this. Quickly he brought himself to his feet to snatch the camera on his desk. He positioned himself half hanging out of the window and zoomed in on Draco who had apparently landed and his students were about to take off. Without the flash, Harry took a picture of Malfoy who was about to blow the whistle. He heard the whistle sound and watched as the the first years crashing into each other. He started laughing and looked through his camera lens to see Draco's face which was twisted into unmistakable fury. He put the flash on because it had gotten darker and began to pour. He snapped shot and shot of Draco before he took out his wand. As the children fell down Harry accidently took a picture of Draco with his wand in the air. He tried to get a picture of all the kids laying on the ground with Malfoy yelling at them but he dropped his camera and after distinctly hearing "FUCKING STUPID!" being emitted from Malfoy's mouth he saw the unmistakable flash of his camera go off.

"Shit!" He screamed and ran down hallways and down two flights of stairs to the entrance hall.

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As both were rounding the corner they slammed into each other with Harry landing on top of Draco.

"What the hell is wrong with you Potter?! Watch where you're fucking going and GET OFF OF ME!" To Draco this scene should have been lived in slow motion because that's how he felt. Another thing he felt was a familiar flow of blood rushing to a part that it should not have been. The thought 'this can't be happening' ran a marathon through his head. Angry and horrified at what was happening, he punched Potter in his face to get out from underneath him. Little did he know that this would result in more physical contact with Harry. As he was standing up Harry jumped on him and brought him down yet again onto his front where he was casted into even more pain. Soon Draco was fighting back and a series of punches were thrown but rarely hit one another. As their fight ended Draco was on top of Harry and had attempted to perform a full body curse but it only worked up to Harry's waist. Draco tried to ignore his ever-growing erection -and hoped that Harry wouldn't notice- but he couldn't pass up the fact to tease Potter.

"Ha, looks like the tables are turned Potter. What are you going to do now?" He was barely an inch away from Harry and was smiling that signature Malfoy smile. Harry did the first thing that came to his mind: He bit Malfoy the first place where his teeth struck. He vaguely remembered something hard poking him during this event and thought nothing of it. He proceeded to sink his teeth into the flesh and felt the warmth of blood trickle into his mouth and heard the girlish shriek of Malfoy before he stopped. Sitting up and running his finger along his mouth to get any of the blood off, he saw where his teeth had landed. It was Malfoy's neck. Draco was touching his neck softly and withdrew his fingers to see a few specs of blood on them but hadn't seen the reddish mark that was forming quickly on the base of his neck. Harry was glad that his inflicting pain of Draco now had a mark; it would later hit him that he had given Draco an uncertified and unwanted hickey. But for the moment he was proud as he watched Malfoy shriek with his hand at his neck and run towards his office in the dungeons. Almost forgetting that he had wandered downstairs for his dropped camera he rushed outside where it was nearly pitch dark and pouring rain.

"Grreeeeeaaaat" He said simply. He got out his wand and muttered lumos which provided a weak light against the dark oblivion but he figured it was better than nothing. For nearly an hour he stumbled around the Hogwarts grounds near his classroom hoping for any sign of his camera. He became lost in memories of Colin Creevey and his infamous photography when the crushing of a very expensive camera was heard and felt. He looked down and saw the lens crushed and the actual camera part dented and slightly squashed.

"Reparo?" he said hopefully. He watched the camera repair itself with the aid of magic and hoped that the same worked for his pictures. It was almost 8 when he reached the entrance hall and he had a sudden thought of "Filch'll kill me if he finds me wandering the halls this late at night." when he remembered that he now had access to anywhere because of him being a teacher. Relief ran through him and he slowed his pace a bit. He came to his own personal quarters, shut and locked the door and went into his own little dark room so he could develop the film.

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On his way to the dungeons, Draco bumped into the jutting stone walls, mentally blinded by the fact that Potter -of ALL people- had turned him on...and then gave him a hickey! Trying to ignore that his pants were uncomfortably tight he ran the few feet to his personal chambers, flung open the door, locked it, turned around and shrieked once more.

Pansy Parkinson was sitting on his bed.