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Golden Boy Returns Chapter 3

Draco gasped as he saw Harry's tongue ring. It was a glass sphere with a picture of a snake inside. "Are you sure you aren't supposed to be in Slytherin?"

Harry pulled his tongue back into his mouth, only after a quick swipe at his lips with the ball, "It's in reference to my ability to speak Parseltongue."

Draco headed toward the door, "I think I need to leave now. Seeing as you are my teacher and I'd like nothing more than to jump you right now. I've always heard tongue rings are amazing when you know how to use them." Draco's face was priceless as he realized that he said all of that out loud to Harry's face. He sputtered and made for the door but was caught by the arm before he could exit.

Harry pulled him back inside and shut the door for a moment, no need being overheard for this one. He pulled Draco close and whispered in his ear from behind, "They are marvelous and yes, I do know how to use it." With that he ran the ball over the outer shell of Draco's ear before releasing him back into the hallway.

Draco had to lean against the wall before he could start walking. The pleasure that was flowing through his hormone-enraged body was just too much for the boy to take. He shivered once more and made his way to his room. He knew it was going to be an intense night of wanking to images of one very hot, very naked, heavily pierced Dark Arts professor.

Harry flopped down onto his couch and sighed loudly. "I can't believe I just did that." He spoke to the ceiling as he flipped the TV on.

Ha, you like him.

Well, duh.

You just let him know.

What the hell are you rambling about?

Draco knows you want him

Huh?

Eloquent. Just jump him next time. He'll be receptive

Harry just groaned at the voice in his head. He was beginning to think he spends way too much time alone.

The following morning Harry went to visit Dumbledore. He had a question to ask and knew he'd be the only one to answer it.

After pleasantries were exchanged and he sat, he launched head first into the question.

"Headmaster, I was wondering what my status was on dating a student? I know it's frowned upon for a teacher to date a student but what about me? I'm the same age as the students, am I supposed to just crawl and hide if I have feelings for one of them?"

Dumbledore smirked, "I see your point. This is a highly sensitive issue, isn't it? I must ask, who has caught your eye enough that you would even come to me?"

Harry blushed lightly and closed his eyes before answering, "Draco Malfoy."
Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up toward his cap, "And has Mr. Malfoy shown an interest?"

"He's certainly made comments to suggest he's interested. The looks he gives when he thinks no one is looking are lustful at best, sir." Harry stated.

Dumbledore's twinkle resurfaced and seemed brighter than usual, "I was wondering when the hate would turn. You were destined from the first time you shunned him, Mr. Potter."

Harry just snickered, "The fates are really laughing at me now, aren't they, sir?"

Dumbledore nodded, "I do believe they are, Mr. Potter. I don't see how a relationship with Mr. Malfoy would be a problem as long as you kept it quiet. And don't show him favoritism in you class toward him."

Harry laughed, "I guess you missed the memo from yesterday's class. I had to take points from Ron and throw him in 3 days detention with Filch for trying to hex Draco in class."

"So favoritism isn't a problem for you, that's good to know," Dumbledore said. "I guess, good luck with your pursuit."

Harry nodded, "Thank you sir. I have a class to teach."

Harry taught his classes and realized that it was Wednesday, since classes started on Tuesday. He had a meeting with Hermione and Draco after dinner.

Harry had Dobby bring up tea and biscuits for their meeting. He heard a brisk knock on his portrait and ushered in Hermione and Draco quickly.

"Have a seat. Tea or biscuits?" he offered, cordially.

Both wanted tea and watched as Harry poured. He had finished handing them their cups when another knock sounded, "Sorry. Be right back."

Severus entered the room when Harry opened the door. Harry caught his attention to the other two occupants before he could open his mouth. Severus looked over at his godson and Granger, "Mr. Potter, I wanted to stop by to give you your assignments for this week."

"I'm conducting a meeting with the Head Boy and Girl right now, professor. If you'd like to return in an hour, I'd be more than willing to listen." Harry said.

Severus nodded and walked back out the door.

Harry settled in to his chair to listen to Hermione rattle on about everything she'd seen in just under 2 days. She had a complete notebook with all she saw.

Draco just recounted his tale of Seamus and Ron and then said he'd run across a Slytherin 5th year with a Ravenclaw 4th year, almost undressed in the hallway behind the statue of Hufflepuff.

Hermione yawned, "Can I go? I need to do my rounds and finish up some reading for Arithmancy."

Harry nodded, "Night, Hermione."

"Night, Harry."

This left Draco alone with Harry. He'd heard Harry tell Snape to return in an hour. So far it had only been 25 minutes. Draco went to stand but sat back down when he heard Harry speak.

"No, stay. I think we need to talk."

"About what?"

"This thing that rears every time we are alone together."

"Sexual attraction?"

"Yes."

"What about it? You're my teacher."

"I spoke to Dumbledore about it and he said I could do as I wished as long as no special treatment was involved and we kept it quiet." Harry stated.

Draco thought about it for a minute, "So what does this mean exactly?"

Harry shrugged, "Were you serious when you made all those comments?"

Draco nodded, "Yes. I don't have the energy to keep up with lies anymore. You are completely hot and I'd like nothing more than to shag you senseless."

Harry moved over to the couch and sat next to Draco. They were so close a piece of parchment couldn't fit between them. "Could you handle a secret relationship with one of your teachers?"

Draco smirked, "I think so. No one knows that Sev is my godfather."

Harry nodded and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Draco's.

Draco moaned as he felt Harry's lips descend on his own. It was just what he'd been waiting for and dreaming about. Draco broke the kiss and was trying to get into a more comfortable position under Harry. He was leaning back in to kiss Harry. Closer, closer…almost touching, hot breath on his cheek, eyes glazed with lust…

Draco sat bolt upright in bed as he heard a pounding on his door. He groaned as he realized the second half of his meeting with Harry had been a dream. He'd left the prior evening with Hermione and then returned to his room.

"What?" Draco barked.

"Get up, you ass. You're going to be late." Blaise yelled through the door.

"I'm up. I'm up." Draco yelled back. Draco probably would have been in a better mood had he known Harry had gone to Dumbledore and did have permission to date students.

Draco entered the Great Hall with 30 minutes to spare. He slid into a seat next to Blaise and glowered at him. "You didn't have to be so loud this morning."

"You shouldn't have slept in," Blaise accused.

Draco just nodded that Blaise did seem to have a point. "Are you ready for another Dark Arts class?"

"I guess. My essay is done and I hope we get to try some spells today." Blaise returned, almost eagerly.

Draco just smirked, "Suck up."

Draco got through Transfiguration, Double Potions, and History of Magic before lunch. He'd already been assigned a ton of homework and still had two classes to go for the day. He was looking forward to his last class, Dark Arts, which confused him because he normally hated that class. His first class after lunch was going to kill him, Divination.

Draco was relieved to see his thirty minute break in between Trelawney's dark predictions and Harry's class.

Seeing his Dark Arts class was close to his Head Boy room, Draco dropped off his books before traversing the stairs to his next class. He stood off to the side as he stared at the door to the Dark Arts class. His breathing hitched as he thought about the professor that was waiting just inside that door.

Draco did a mental inventory of everything he had seen of the 'new' Harry Potter since returning. The two eyebrow rings, lip ring, clavicle piercing, tongue ring, nipple pierced, forearm tattoo, wrist band tattoo, six pack abs, chiseled pecs, hard as steel biceps, tight pants, stylish clothes, sexy smirk, teasing glint in his eyes, oh, did he mention the tongue ring? Or the fact that his rival knew how to use it if the licking of his ear was any indication? Draco shuddered as the door in front of him swung open.

"Malfoy?"

"Professor Potter, I was wondering if I could have a word before class?" asked Draco, rather timidly.

Harry gave him a small nod, "Enter."

Draco brushed past Harry, his arm faintly brushing the abs and pecs he'd just spent a good five minutes fantasizing about in the hall. He felt the heat that radiated from the now taller young man and had to suppress the groan that rose to his lips.

Draco sat down at his desk and waited for Harry to join him. "I wanted to thank you for Tuesday, sir."

Harry arched an eyebrow, "Ron?" When Draco nodded, he waved his hand, "Any teacher would've done the same. I can't let my feelings get in the way of doing what is right for the students in my class, Malfoy."

Draco looked crestfallen, "So, if you were still a student you would've let the weasel hex me?"

"No, even you don't deserve that." Harry said with some finality.

"Do you know what went on here after you left?" Draco inquired quietly.

Harry shook his head, "No, I had my own problems to contend with at that time. I wasn't all that concerned. Care to tell me about it later?"

Draco nodded, "I think I would like that."
Harry smirked as he got an idea, "Dinner in my rooms tonight? We can talk, you can ask questions that you will undoubtedly have after today's class and I will try to answer. Sound fair?"

Draco nodded, "Time?"

"Six."

Draco nodded again as the students started filing in and sitting at their tables.

"How was detention, Ron?" inquired Harry.

"Bloody awful. Filch had me polishing the trophies again."

"Are you going to hex my students again?"

"No, sir."

"Good then you learned your lesson. And yes the other two nights still stand. I can't show favoritism, I'm sorry." Harry said and walked to the front to begin class.

At six, Harry heard a knock on his door. He smiled faintly as he walked over and pushed the portrait open. "Come in, please."

Draco entered the living room and noted it had changed somewhat in appearance. It seemed cozier and felt more like Harry. He saw a table set with dinner near the window overlooking the Quidditch pitch and flickering in candlelight.

"Trying to set the mood, professor?"

Harry laughed, "No, I just prefer the setting. It keeps me relaxed and drop the professor nonsense when we aren't in class. Unless it turns you on for some reason." Harry suggested with a leer.