Disclaimer: J.K. owns these boys. My babies they may be, but all I'm doing is screwing with them. And of course, they're screwing with each other. Ooops!

A/N: So umm…after about a month, an update! Who loves me? I had to read through the story myself to get back into it. Shocking. Please review, I love you all and you know it! I love reviews! Lily x x x x.

There are a couple things I need to explain before continuing with this chapter. In the two smut chapters, Harry and Draco had a couple conversations which obviously did not feature in the non smut version. Basically, the first thing is that Harry had big commitment issues. The second and more important is that Draco and Harry made their own little bet. Harry had to make Draco come screaming his name. If Harry won, Draco had to tell Snape that he's a bottom. If Draco won, he had to tell Molly Weasley. Harry won. On with the story.

The Gryffindor boys made a swift escape from the common room once the younger students started coming in. Screaming giggling first years on their way to their first ever breakfast and pissed-off third year were not what their hangovers needed. The problem with hangover potions was that they worked to an extent, but nothing but time (or more fire-whiskey) could completely free you of the nausea and remaining headache.

As they left, they picked up their timetables from the Seventh year notice board next to the door. On the way to breakfast, Draco and Harry examined theirs together.

"Merlin Harry, you got into N.E.W.T. potions? Snape hates you…You gave him head didn't you?"

Draco was totally disbelieving. How could someone who had received detention on an almost every-lesson basis since first year have gained a decent enough OWL grade to get into Severus Snapes 7th year potions class?

Harry laughed out loud, and reached out, squeezing Draco's fingers.

"I'm a genius. When I don't have him breathing down my neck, and, surprisingly, when you're not sabotaging me, I'm quite good at Potions."

Draco at least had the sense to look ashamed.

"I was flirting with you, not trying to get you detention. Plus, remember all those times we served detention together? Think I wasn't trying to get something happen."

"My arse Malfoy. Just cause you think quickly on your feet to find an excuse for getting me in constant shit, doesn't mean I forgive you." Harry's voice was mean, but his smile was cute, so Draco figured he wasn't getting bollocked, not really.

"We're going to be lethal combined this year, you realise that don't you?"

"Yup." Harry poked his tongue out at Draco. "So what else are you taking? How awful is that, I don't even know what N.E.W.Ts you're doing."

"Umm…Potions, DADA, Charms and Arithmancy. S'O.K., I don't know yours either."

"Potions, DADA, Care of Magical Creatures and Charms. No more bloody Divination for me, thank Merlin. I've been waiting to give that up for years."

His boyfriend smirked.

"It's not my fault if you got bored of seeing me in the crystal ball every lesson."

"It wasn't that. I never saw you! It was Trelawny telling me I was going to die every fricking lesson that pissed me off. And the fact that it was her that made the prophecy about me and Voldemort - " Draco blanched at the name.

"Harry. God. Never mind." The brunette slipped his arm around the blonde's waist.

"You alright? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, kay? Just leave it. Come on, let's go to breakfast."

"Okay, but you're bloody telling me later Dray." He was determined. Voldemort's name had knocked something seriously askew for Draco, and Harry really didn't want him to be upset.

Their first lesson was Potions. The pair stood outside, Harry looking almost as nervous as Neville had done every Potions lesson for six years. The rest of their class consisted of Blaise Zabini, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger – of course, Sally-Ann Perks, Lisa Turpin and Theodore Nott.

Snape's face was almost smiling as he opened the door for the eight seventh year students who made up his N.E.W.T class.

"Welcome to N.E.W.T Potions. This class is, as I'm sure you have predicted, very difficult. I will, as usual tolerate no misbehaviour. You will pass this class by working well with the partner to whom I will assign you, and by learning to be constantly vigilant. Hear me? Constant Vigilance!"

"Sounds like 'Moody'. Well, Crouch Junior anyway." Whispered Harry to Draco.

"Potter. Having vanquished the Dark Lord doesn't give you an excuse to talk in my class. I hope you will not now be even more of an insufferable celebrity." Unlike previous Snape-taking-the-piss-out-of-Harry, everyone could tell now that he was taking the piss rather than just being a shitty bastard like normal.

"No sir. I wouldn't dream of it." He smirked. Draco, seated slightly too close to Harry for Snape's comfort, was staring off into space.

"Wake up, Malfoy." Said Snape snarkily. "Right then Seventh years. As I've said, you will be working in pairs this year." He looked around the room. "Granger, you'll be with Nott, Zabini, with Perks, Finch-Fletchley with Turpin and…Malfoy and Potter. For old time's sake."

"Porfessor, can I tell you something please." Said Draco after a particularly sarp nudge from Harry's underfed by the Dursley's elbow.

"What is it Dra…Malfoy." It always took the blonde's godfather a while to get used to referring to him by his formal name.

"I…I…I'm a bottom, sir."

Thud.

It was then that the seventh year Potions students were privileged enough to see a sight that only a few had ever seen before. Severus Snape had fainted.

"Well done Draco." Said Blaise, standing up and picking up his things. "He'll be out for a while. Naturally induced states of unconsciousness cannot be cured by magic, He'll have to wait till he comes round. Free period!" He walked out of the room.

Harry, Draco and Hermione swiftly followed on Blaise's heels.

"Quidditch." Said Harry softly in his boyfriends ear.

"Quidditch?" asked Draco, confused.

"Quidditch." Confirmed Harry.

"Oh shut up. What about bloody Quidditch?"

"Want to play? You Chaser you." Harry smiled, every time he remembered that Draco would play his next Quiddith game on the Gryffindor team, he remembered that Draco was a Gryffindor now.

"Quidditch." Replied Draco.

Hermione stood watching this exchange, slowly shaking her bushy head.

"Guys, you two are incomprehensible. That conversation made very little to no sense. Do you actually understand each other? Really?"

"Umm…most of the time. Like, that conversation meant that we're going to go and play Quidditch." Replied Harry. He squeezed Draco's fingers, to them, the conversation had made perfect sense. He thought about it. Actually, it had made no sense.

"Shhh…" hissed Draco. "Stop thinking so hard, your brain will break down."

"I figured that much. What in the hell was the thing with Snapey-poo about? I've never seen him so pale. And that's saying something." Hermione was on the verge of giggling.

"Basically, we had a bet." Answered Harry. Draco was still giggling too hard from hearing the words 'Snapey-poo' fall from hermione's usually teacher-worshipping lips. It seemed that the ex-Slytherin still had some Gryffindor traits to get accustomed to. The first of those traits being that most of them aren't as Gryffindorky as they seem. Especially not Hermione.

"Oh yeah," laughed Hermione "like the rest of the flipping school?"

Draco scowled. "No." He snapped.

"Oh chill out Dray." Harry's voice to Draco was almost a soothing balm, calming him down, massaging him. "She's only kidding. Jeez, guess that bet thing hit you pretty hard huh?"

"Yeah. Shut up." Draco was well and truly sulking. The trademark Malfoy pout was decorating his creamy white skin, and his eyes showed how irritated he was.

"Quidditch?" Asked Harry once more.

Draco allowed himself to smile a little bit.

"Quidditch." He decided. They said their goodbyes to Hermione and wandered off in the direction of the Quidditch pitch.

Harry was circling the pitch about two hundred feet up in the air, doing ecstatic loop-the-loops and backwards Wronskei feints. Draco, who was hovering near a goal post, occasionally circling it, watched him nervously.

"Harry! Come down!" Draco realised he had no chance of his boyfriend hearing him from so far away. Pointing his wand at his throat, his whispered "Sonorus". He then shouted again. "Harry, quit it! I'm looonely!"

The tiny figure stopped dead in midair. Harry then pointed the Firebolt directly at Draco and zoomed into a dive, going incredibly fast. He reached Draco, and performed the best emergency stop in midair that the blonde had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of professional Quidditch.

"Quietus" whispered Draco.

"Hey you." Said Harry. He was flushed from his exertions, and Draco could see how happy he was. In the air, Harry was almost like a bird, he didn't need anything but his broom and he could stay there forever.

"Hey yourself. I'm cold and bored. I can only watch you for so long." Whinged the blonde. He reached out and grabbed Harry round the waist, pulling their brooms closer together. As Draco hugged Harry, the blonde sought out his boyfriend's mouth with his own, and covered it in a passionate kiss. After only a couple of moments however, Harry pulled away.

"Not here." Signalling to Draco to follow him, he flew quickly in the direction of the Gryffindor locker room and changing room. Suddenly, Hedwig dropped like a stone from the sky.

"Hey girl, how you doing?" Harry spoke in soft tones as the owl landed haphazardly on his outstretched arm.

She nibbled his finger and he took the letter clasped in her claws. He flew quickly to the floor, Draco following close behind him. When he landed, he opened the letter.

Dear Mr Potter,

We have been made aware of your connections with one who should be called ours. We know where you are and who you are with and stop reading over his shoulder Mr. Malfoy. You will not escape this time. You may think we are gone, but we are not. And neither are we forgotten.

D.E.A.

"What the hell?" whispered Draco. "What the fuck is the D.E.A? Don't Eat Antelope?"

"Probably." Harry was dismissive. "I've had a lot of Death threats Draco. This is trying to scare me; they have no idea what they're doing."

"All the same, you should hand that in to a member of staff, McGonagall or Dumbledore or someone, just to make sure they know about it. They might know what the D.E.A. is, just to check." Draco didn't want Harry to see how worried about him he was, but Harry could read it in those wide silver eyes. Draco's fear for his boyfriend might as well have been written in bright blue ink across his pale skin.

It took the boys only a few minutes to get to Dumbledore's office, where Harry had eventually convinced Harry to go. The brunette only hoped that Draco would assume it had been his persuasive words and not the terrified 'my-boyfriend-just-got-a-death-threat' look in his silvery-grey eyes.

"D.E.A?" asked Dumbledore, rhetorically, reading the letter contemplatively. "I know what it is. I don't know if you want to."

"Please Professor, for our peace of mind"

Dumbledore turned to them, placing the letter on the desk.

Duh Duh Duh! Donuts to the first person to guess!

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