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Golden Boy Returns Chapter 2
Draco entered his private room and sat on his bed with a sigh. He couldn't believe he just hit on Potter. Okay, he could believe it since he'd fancied his rival for about four years now. The problem now was that Potter was a teacher and he was bloody hot. So hot in fact that just the mental image of Potter was making his pants tent.
Where the bloody hell did this Potter come from? The piercings, tattoos, ass hugging pants that were made for bondage fantasies. And don't get me started on those tattoos and a pain fetish. I wonder what else he has tattooed and pierced Draco was internally musing as he spelled off his clothes and stroked himself with intent.
He came as he wondered if Harry had a tongue ring. This was chased by the thought of if he also knew how to use it, making him shudder twice as hard.
Draco cast a cleaning spell and redressed quickly while admitting that fantasizing about Harry wasn't a good idea anymore.
Draco left his room for his first Head Boy meeting with Dumbledore and professor advisor. He was pondering just whom he would be answering to for the year.
Harry rounded the corner as Draco was waiting to be let in the office. Bugger, Malfoy can't be head boy. This is not going to be an easy year
He,He,He...you get to see him. Spend more time with him...mmhh. I know you can relate all your twisted fantasies for him. 'I wish you'd shut it'
Just go up and grab his ass. Harry shook his head with a mental groan.
Harry sidled up next to Draco, "Forget to read the password on your letter, Mr. Malfoy?" he whispered into the blonde's ear.
Draco jumped and shivered as he felt the hot breath against his ear, "How in the hell did you do that"
"Do what?" He shivered. You aroused him
"Sneak up on me. I can hear anyone approach but not you." Draco said trying to conceal his arousal.
Harry mumbled a password and ushered Draco to the moving staircase. "So, Head Boy, huh"
"Yes, wait, why are you here"
"Teacher-student organization. All teachers must have at least one and the Dark Arts teacher is the advisor for Head Boy and Girl. So, here I am." Harry explained as they got to the door. Harry knocked once and entered. The Head Girl was already present, Hermione.
"Oh good, we're all here"
"Excuse me, sir. Aren't we waiting for the teacher advisor?" inquired Hermione.
Dumbledore just smiled, "He is here, Ms. Granger. The Dark Arts teacher is the advisor for Head Boy and Girl. So when you have a problem, go to Mr. Potter"
Dumbledore explained the rules, regulations and restrictions of their position and sent the three 17-year-olds on their way.
Hermione kept staring at Harry on their walk to his room. Dumbledore had strongly suggested that he show them where it was in case of an emergency.
"My rooms are behind the portrait of 'Inferno'. Any questions?" Harry asked as they stood in front of it.
"What are we supposed to call you?" asked Hermione.
Harry sighed, "Call me Harry or Professor Potter, I guess. I prefer Harry though"
The girl sighed and Draco made puking noises, "Sod off Malfoy. I can deduct house points and throw your arse in detention, fair warning"
Draco paled a bit, "Sorry, sir. May I go now"
Harry nodded, "Do your patrol first. Don't think of shirking your duty, I will know if it's done or not"
Hermione giggled at the look on Draco's face and the reference to the map. The old friends watched Draco's hasty retreat.
"Still have the map, then"
"Of course. Before this goes any farther, I am sorry about the last year, it wasn't my best"
Hermione nodded, "Must get to my duties, see you in class tomorrow."
Harry watched her walk down the hall and then uttered his password to the devil.
Harry thought about the irony of it all living behind the portrait of hell, devil included, defeating the bastard that dubbed himself the devil and now he was playing devil's advocate by as a teacher and advisor to the one person for which he returned and desired the most. Harry was beginning to wonder just how hard the fates were laughing at this one.
Draco did his rounds and then returned to his room. He lay back on his bed and groaned. It was definitely going to be a really long year if he had to work closely with Harry.
Harry watched the map as Hermione and Draco patrolled the halls. He put it away when he saw them retire to their rooms.
The first morning of classes came way too quickly for Harry. He stood at the front of his classroom and sighed. He'd dressed with the intent to shock on the first day, knowing he'd be seeing the 7th years, sixth years and fifth years only. He looked over his class rosters for the two 7 year classes and groaned. Ron and Draco in the same class without a Hermione buffer. This wasn't going to be good.
Hermione walked into Harry's first class and sat down at the front. The rest of the class walked in and took their seats with an unnatural silence.
Harry stood up and tried to smile but it wasn't working too well. "I will be honest with you, I am nervous. All of you know me and I know you. We've been going here together for 7, well, I guess 6 years since I wasn't here last year. I know all of you are wondering where I was but I'm not here to answer those questions. I am here to teach you what you need to know for NEWTS this year. And as an added bonus, I just passed my NEWTS a month ago"
There were murmurs of 'wow' and 'what did you get'
Harry held up his hand, "Do you think the headmaster would want me to teach if I got anything less than a 'O"
There were murmurs of 'duh' and 'of course he'd get an 'O', he defeated the Dark Lord'.
Harry let them get out all their comments before he began teaching. He ran over what they'd be learning and then handed out his first assignment. An essay on a curse of their choice that had to be a foot long.
The students felt as though they'd gotten off easy that day as they left the classroom.
Harry sat down again to await for his next class. He looked at his schedule again and realized he didn't have to face anyone in his year until the last class of the day. For that, he was immensely grateful to Dumbledore.
The rest of Harry's day flew by in a jumble. He repeated the same thing over again for each class. Now, all he needed to get through was his last class.
Ron looked entirely too cheery walking in with Dean and Seamus for Harry's class. He had a bad feeling his friend had something planned and vowed to keep a close eye on him.
Harry had been teaching, wandering through the class when he noticed Ron draw his wand. Harry was quicker and disarmed the young man as he pointed at Draco.
"Mr. Weasley, there is no reason in the world to have your wand out today, let alone pointing it at Mr. Malfoy. I would advise you not to take advantage of our prior friendship in my class to hex fellow students unless it's part of an assignment. Do I make myself clear?" Harry said firmly.
Ron nodded, "Yes, sir." As Harry walked away, he heard Ron utter, "He's been taking lessons from Snape I'd bet. Bloody git. It's only Malfoy"
Harry straightened his spine once again, "Twenty points from Gryffindor and three nights detention with Filch." Harry raised an eyebrow when the red head wanted to protest, "Would you like a week"
Ron closed his mouth but saw Malfoy's stunned expression.
Malfoy's jaw hit the table while Harry was reprimanding Ron. Did the weasel really try to hex me? Wait, did Potter stop him? Whoa, a Gryffindor removing points from his own house. Wait, is Potter still a Gryffindor? Detention with Filch? Ouch
Draco composed himself as Harry made his way to the front of the classroom. Silver eyes met green and held for a moment. Draco shook himself lightly out of the trance and allowed himself a moment to look over his teacher. He was better off not looking. Harry had dressed in another striking pair of extremely tight pants in what appeared to be dragon skin loped with a few chains around his tight trim waist. His shirt was sheer when it hit the light at the right angle, showing off more of his piercings and tattoos. Draco wanted to drool but managed to keep his cool long enough to get through the class.
"Mr. Malfoy, please stay after a minute, Ms. Granger wanted a word with us"
Draco sat back down as his friends walked out.
Harry approached his desk and propped a hip against the edge, "Sorry about Ron. He's a little hot tempered"
Draco was trying to pay attention but kept getting distracted by the glint of Harry's nipple ring and muscular abs.
"It's alright. I would've been disappointed had the weasel not tried to take advantage of you being the professor." Draco managed. "Where's Hermione? That girl is always prompt"
"I let class out early. Her class doesn't end for another twenty minutes I believe"
Draco arched an eyebrow, "So, why not tell me to return instead of stay"
Harry shrugged, "Didn't want to take the chance you wouldn't come back"
Draco nodded, "But you're my professor, you could throw me in detention if I disobeyed"
An odd glint flickered in Harry's eye as he smirked at Draco, "That has promise"
Draco sat back and regarded Harry warily, "Would you take advantage of it"
"What to toss you in a detention just because you made my life a living hell for five years? No, I wouldn't do that"
Draco shook his head, "Pity. Gods know I would"
Harry laid a hand on his shoulder, "And that is why I am the teacher and not you"
Hermione entered before Draco could respond.
"So Hermione, you requested this meeting. What is on your mind?" asked Harry.
"I think we need to set up weekly meetings with you. Just to let you know of things we've seen or found." Hermione suggested.
Draco had to give her credit, it was a good idea, "I hate to admit it but Granger is right"
Both Harry and Hermione looked at him with twin expressions of shock. Draco just chuckled lightly, "You should see your faces, they are identical. Well, minus the piercings"
Harry shared a small smile with Hermione before turning his green gaze back on the Slytherin, "Okay, when's Quidditch practice for you"
Draco reviewed his schedule mentally, "On Thursdays and Saturday morning"
"Hermione, anything that conflicts with your schedule"
"I'm free on Monday and Wednesday nights."
Harry nodded, "Wednesday night at 8 in my room. We can discuss anything from the week"
Hermione arched an eyebrow, "Your room? Are you sure that's wise? Wouldn't a classroom be more appropriate, sir"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Hermione, we've been friends since day one, you know I'd rather be comfortable than worry about propriety"
Hermione nodded, "Point taken. Well, that's all I've got, Malfoy"
"That sounds good to me. I must be off to do my rounds so I can finish my essay for this class and potions"
Hermione followed Draco out a few seconds later. She was wondering what in the world that she'd gotten herself into on this one.
At a little past nine that night a knock sounded on Harry's door. Harry pushed open the door and found Draco there. Harry stepped back and let the young man into his sitting room.
"What can I do for you, Draco"
Draco couldn't form words at the moment, the sight of Harry without a shirt was just too tempting. He swallowed nervously, "I found the weasel on my rounds after dinner tonight, he was…well, I guess you could call it, ravishing Finnigan in the hall." Draco said, still stumbling over his own tongue.
Harry smirked, "Ron was kissing Seamus?" When Draco nodded, "What did you do"
Draco smirked back, "I poured cold water on them, just a little to break them up and then gave them both detention"
Harry nodded, "Sounded fair. How would you've done it for someone in your house"
Draco thought for a moment, "I would've done the same thing. That kind of display, and believe me it was getting graphic doesn't need to be in the halls. Those first and second years are just too young to see that. Hell, some of the seventh years are still too virginal to see that." Draco shuddered at the mental image.
Harry nodded again, "Then I stand behind your decision. Anything else you need"
Draco looked at the raven-haired man in front of him, "Yes. I may be out of place to ask this but I was wondering how many piercings and tattoos do you have"
Harry laughed and his eyes lit up with mischief. "Yes, I do believe you are out of line with that question, however I will let you know, not all can be seen, unless the person is extremely close to me." Harry laughed even harder at the gleam of interest in Draco's eyes. See you can flirt with him. Now just grab him! Harry was finding it harder to suppress the evil voice that was annoyingly right in his head.
Draco shook lightly with the shiver that raced through his body, "One more question, do you have a tongue ring"
Harry smiled once more and stuck out his tongue to the Slytherin after saying, "See for yourself."
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