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Hermione made a quick detour to the library on her way back up to the Gryffindor common room after the incident in Potions. She collected a couple of books which Madam Pince had ordered for her – "Advanced Transfiguration for the Non-Wizarding Background Student", and "NEWT Potions – getting inside the Cauldron."

On leaving the library, she had the fortune or mis-fortune as she saw it afterwards, of bumping into Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, sorry Granger, I walked right into you. In the library on the first day of classes? You are keen."

Hermione's long-time favourite teacher seemed to be in a chatty mood. The young girl decided to inform the older woman of the events of Potions, so that if there was a problem with Professor Snape, someone could look after him.

"Yes Professor" She answered. "I normally would have potions now, but the lesson was cancelled." Hermione was treading carefully, hoping to be able to skirt around the Harry/Draco/Bottom issue if she possibly could.

"Goodness me, why was that? And on the first day of term." McGonagall seemed more than a little distressed and agitated. Snape cancelling a NEWT class was unheard of. He rarely cancelled any class, even if he seemed to be at deaths door. He had had times during the war where he had gone a night with the Death Eaters and suffered the effect of their punishing him and then gone straight into teaching the next day, his body still wracked with the after effects of the Cruciatus curse.

"Professor Snape fainted in class, Professor McGonagall." Said Hermione.

"Fainted, Granger? Don't be ridiculous." McGonagall's Scottish accent became increasingly pronounced as she got more and more wound up.

"Honestly, Professor." Hermione was by now trying her hardest to keep what had happened exactly from her teacher, seeing how torturously embarrassing it would be for Harry and Draco if this prize bit of gossip were to make its way around Hogwarts, and possibly even to the Daily Prophet.

"What exactly happened Granger. Please tell me the exact story." McGonagall was beginning to worry, fainting in front of seventh years, or otherwise leaving them in a Potions laboratory unsupervised could result in being a very serious offence.

Hermione restrained herself most heroically from giggling to death as she mentally prepared herself with the words to break the news to McGonagall and for her teacher's reaction. What they had done to Snape had been quite embarrassing the first time she'd heard it, telling it to a teacher whom she wasn't sure was even going to understand was worse. What would she say to the grey haired harridan if she asked what a 'bottom' was? Hermione almost shuddered.

"Umm, Professor, has anyone told you about Harry and Malfoy, I mean Draco, and Harry umm, Harry Potter?"

McGonagall had to restrain herself from laughing out loud. Obviously Hermione had been too engrossed in Ron to remember seeing her in the Gryffindor fireplace. It was her own fault and she deserved to be suitably humiliated for it.

"I know who Malfoy and Potter are," replied the teacher, "and they cause more trouble for me than every Weasley put together, including the twins. What have they done now? And to poor Professor Snape, after everything he's been through. Such a strong, powerful, amazing man." She subtly arranged her features from 'amused' to 'shocked', realised what she'd just said to Hermione and suddenly the shocked was a mutual look.

"Umm, right Professor. Anyway, Draco and Harry had a bet or something, and umm, oh by the way, umm, they're gay. And umm, errm, ahem, lovers." She blushed redder than she'd ever gone before. Saying the word lovers to McGonagall was very embarrassing, but nothing compared to what she was well aware was to come.

"Go on, Hermione. I know this is difficult, talking about your friend like this."

"Draco said to Professor Snape that he had something to tell him, and Snape asked what it was, and then Draco said" Hermione cringed visibly " 'I'm a bottom, Sir', and then there was a "thud" and Snape, I mean professor Snape, was out cold on the dungeon floor. And then Zabini said that there was no way to magically revive someone who had passed out from shock and that it would be ages until he came round because he'd been so shocked. So we all left. I came here, Ron's gone to steal food from the house-elves, oh but please I shouldn't have said that. I mean, ahem, Ron's gone up to the Common Room, and I think Draco; I mean Malfoy I mean Draco and Harry went to practice Quidditch together. They said they need to practice playing together, not trying to kill each other for once now they're both on the Gryffindor team." Hermione took a deep breath.

McGonagall took Hermione's exhaustion after this monologue to congratulate the girl on her commitment to her studies; after all, not every student would run straight to the library after a lesson was cancelled.

"Right Granger. Well done. I'll umm, let you get on with some work then. I must excuse myself to alert the house-elves and Madame Pomfrey to professor Snape's, uh, problem. There's no need to worry Granger, he'll be perfectly well for your lesson tomorrow."

She swept off down the corridor, doing a pretty credible impression of the Potions master himself by swirling her robes behind her, leaving Hermione alone again outside the deserted library. Hearing the click of a door along the corridor, Hermione snapped back to reality and headed off up to the Gryffindor Tower to steal the food that Ron had stolen from the house-elves and get on with some desperately needed studying.

Meanwhile, in Dumbledore's office

"Please sit down boys. This may come as a shock. Before I tell you, can I get you anything, tea, lemon drop, vodka?"

Knowing full well the calming draught that Dumbledore put into everything he ever gave to students invited into his office, even the vodka, the boys silently shook their heads.

"Fine then. Right, the DEA is the abbreviation for the newly formed ex-Dark-supporters-support-group, which is most commonly know as Death Eaters Anonymous. I have been led to believe by Percy Weasley, who is in charge of organising the group, that their activities only extend to sitting around a table in a community hall saying things like 'My name is Tom Riddle and I used to be a very evil Dark Lord', but it appears their evil activities are trying to begin again. And it also appears they are once again centred on you, Mr Potter."

"For fucks sake." Exclaimed Harry. "Can't they just get over it? I killed Riddle fair and square, now I just want to get on with my life."

Draco took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"What I am intrigued about boys is the situation in which we find ourselves. I understand of course Mr. Malfoy that your relationship is bound to be closer after your collaboration in the defeat of he-who-still-cannot-be-named-just-in-case, but I would like you both to explain exactly how close it is. Just so I know what we're dealing with."

"We're umm, shagging, Professor."

"I thought so. I heard a rumour from the paintings that Professor Snape is a little out of the norm."

"Yes, Professor, that's true. He's out cold in the Potions laboratory." Smirked Draco.

"Would you care to explain Mr Malfoy?" The old man's face was painted with blatant nosiness.

"No, thank you."

Dumbledore looked seriously affronted. He changed the subject briskly.

"So what plan of action would we like to take against the DEA?" he asked Harry.

"I'd like to not do anything. I'd like to leave them be. I think this is an empty threat and" Dumbledore opened his mouth to interrupt "please let me finish Professor, I think that as I defeated Tom, I should be able to decide what happens with this lot of useless upstarts." Dumbledore sat very still, doing an extremely credible imitation of a fish as he realised that the boy who had always cowed to his demands finally stood up to him.

"Erm, right then Potter. I believe that is an excellent plan. Right boys, you're both free to go."

The pair stood up as one and walked out of Dumbledore's office, down the windy little staircase and stood close to each other in the corridor, astounding the stone gargoyle, who had never seen them together not trying to kill each other before.

"Think we should go check on Snape?" giggled Draco. "I feel awful, the poor man. And in front of the whole NEWT class as well."

"He's been a knob to me for seven years, till the war. I know he was a spy and all, but he deserved to crack his head on the dungeon floor. Madame Pomfrey will look after him, and if Dumbledore and the paintings know, she'll know."

Draco grinned and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him close.

"I can't believe you stood up to Dumbledore. God knows he deserved someone to shout at him for once. After all, he's dictated your life for the past 7 years."

"Yeah well. One more year and we'll be graduated and away from him. And who knows where we'll all be this time next year?"

"Professor Trelawney?" smirked Draco.

Harry scowled at his boyfriend, and hugged him again. He lightly pressed his lips to the blonde's neck, and felt Draco's thigh pushing against the gap in between Harry's as he did so. Harry took a deep breath, and there was suddenly a loud thud behind Draco. The pair snapped apart and spun to see what the noise was.

Further up the corridor, outside the staffroom was Professor Trelawney, out cold on the floor.

Harry looked at Draco, who was almost wetting himself with laughter.

"Guess she didn't see that coming." He whispered.

The pair met eyes again, and seeing the staffroom door opening, they ran up the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room. Giggling like girls, it took them a good ten minutes to reach the tower because they kept stopping, looking at each other and immediately being set off into another laughing fit.

The next morning…

Draco awoke with a start, desperately trying to figure out where he was. If he was at school, and he was pretty sure he was, there were three weird things going on. One, there was black hair tickling his face, two there was way too much sun in the room for him to be in his own bed, and three, the bed hangings were red-and-gold.

He decided the only solution was to go straight back to sleep before the temporary insanity he seemed to be experiencing became permanent. He tightened his hold on the dead-to-the-world body in his arms and cuddled back up to go back to sleep.

The body, no longer dead to the world, seemed to have other ideas, and Draco felt an impressive hard-on pressing into his thigh.

"Good morning Draco" whispered a seductively lust-filled voice.

"Morning Harry." Replied the suddenly-enlightened blonde.

Harry's hands had begun to roam over Draco's body, and it took them only moments to find his erection.

"Harry…" Murmured Draco, subtly using the excuse of speaking to blow warm air into his bed partner's ear.

"Draco…" Harry was slowly descending Draco's body, but managed to speak, with a lot of effort.

"Do you think I'm ever going to sleep in my bed, or shall we have it transfigured into a sofa and a wide-screen TV?"

"'Co you hate Muggles. What the fuck do you know about widescreen TVs?"

"I may be a pureblood, but I'm a spoilt, materialistic one. Material goods were material goods for me while I was growing up, Wizarding or Muggle. Did you just call me 'Co?"

Harry's hand began gently stroking Draco's hard-on through his boxers. The blonde let out a soft gasp.

"Yup. You like?"

"Aaah…yes. I like."

"Good."

"Shut up and bloody get me off!"

Harry, being an obedient Gryffindor, shut up, and got Draco off. He then got himself off, much to Draco's bemusement. The blonde watched with open eyes and Harry stroked himself to completion, not letting the blonde anywhere near him. As he collapsed down onto the bed, Draco kissed him.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, Potter."

"I know."

A/N: So there you go lovely readers, a chapter, reasonably soon after the last chapter, and a chapter with low level smuttage no less. Impressed? If you are, then PLEASE review. I love reviews.

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