Chapter Seven

Golden Boy

Harry faced his friends squarely, "Do you really believe you can handle that information?" His eyes narrowed menacingly.

Ron flinched but Hermione stood her ground. She stared back into his emerald green eyes and nodded.

Ginny hadn't moved a muscle. She was fighting an interesting war, one that her mind screamed run but wouldn't let her move out of interest.

Your friends want to know

They won't understand.

What won't they understand?

I didn't kill him right away. I toyed with him.

You made him suffer for sixteen years of hell. How could they not understand?

Stop doing that…

Are you going to tell the blonde sex god?

His name is Draco. Stop referring to him like that and yes. Maybe. One day.

Then shouldn't your so-called vigilante squad friends get the same courtesy?

Well, I…damn it. I hate it when you do that. I thought you only taunted me about Draco why in the hell do you have to be right too?

I'm your inner voice, I'm supposed to be here for good as well as evil. You just seem to use me for evil more. Granted I prefer it too.

Harry groaned as he heard the voice begin to laugh at him again. He was beginning to wonder if that nice muggle drug, lithium wouldn't be a good idea.

"We do want to know," replied Hermione for the third time in ten minutes. She wanted Harry to respond.

Harry sighed as he sat in his chair, "Fine, tonight at 8. Be at my room and I'll tell you what I can." When Hermione looked as if she'd protest, Harry held up a hand to stop her, "No, 'Mione. I won't tell you anything I don't feel comfortable in revealing. Trust me to tell you enough."

Hermione saw the resigned look in her friend's eyes before nodding, "Thank you. We'll see you at 8."

Ron, pale but still upright, followed Hermione out the door for their next class. Ginny sat at her desk and watched her professor compose himself slowly. She knew that having his class next would prove to be a challenge but she could handle anything. "Harry?"

Harry looked up at the young woman still in his classroom. Ginny had turned into a pretty woman over the last year. Her hair had lost most of its harsh red color and mellowed nicely below her shoulders and she filled out the way any woman did with age. All in all, he figured he'd fancy her if he didn't like blokes. "Yes, Ginny?" He had been staring at her still noticing the changes and didn't hear a word she'd said, "I'm sorry, I zoned out for a minute. What did you say?"

"Do you think we can handle the truth about V-Voldermort?" inquired Ginny. "Was it that horrid?"

"It was that horrid, which is why I'm not divulging full detail. I'm going to give you a nice version of it tied with a bright ribbon." Harry told her as he approached her desk. "I saw things that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Voldermort died at my hands, at my wand. I was looking him in the eyes when the life left them. As horrible as it sounds without detail, imagine having the mental image replaying in your head everyday all day long. That's why I'm leaving out details."

Ginny shivered lightly and nodded as Harry turned to return to his desk. He turned back around and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, "I hope you never have to do any of the things I did, Gin."

"Mr. Potter?" asked a small voice from the door. Both occupants of the room turned toward the door to spy a first year, shaking.

"Mr. Parks, I believe." Harry stated as he motioned the first year Slytherin into his classroom.

"Yes, sir. I have a note from Professor Snape. He said to wait for a reply." The boy was so pale Harry thought he'd pass out any moment.

"Please, have a seat while you wait." Harry gestured to the seat in front of him as he broke Snape's seal.

H

The insolence of these brats is making me mad.

Need to discuss the potion you made Friday.

Meet me at your chambers at 10 tonight.

Much to discuss, you annoying twit.

S

Harry chuckled at the code. So, Sev needed to see him about Remus.

S

Sorry I already have a meeting at 8. Meet me at 10:30. I should be free by then.

Yes, the brats are maddening but without them we wouldn't be here. I think I just made that better…

My potion was fine on Friday, you bloody evil git.

H

He sealed the note and handed it to the Slytherin. He rushed out the door as the remaining sixth years started meandering in and sitting down.

Mr. Parks was barely out the door when Ginny started to giggle.

"What is so funny, Ms. Weasley?" inquired Harry with his pierced eyebrow arched.

"You scare the daylights out of the younger students. It's hilarious. Between the tattoos, piercings and clothes, they don't know how to take you. They are truly frightened." She continued to giggle behind her hand.

Harry smirked at her, "Why aren't you and the older students frightened?"

"We knew you before this transformation. We know you are a nice guy deep down."

Harry looked at her once more before returning to the front to start the class.

Finally his last class of the day was his seventh years. Harry sighed heavily as he thought of having to face Draco as a student for the first time since developing a relationship with the blonde. He was insanely nervous about how they were to act.

You're a teacher, he's a student. Don't treat him any differently.

You know what I mean…

Guess not, genius. Oh, here's the delectable Slytherin prince now. Yummy.

Shut it.

How did that song go? You heard Dudley singing it? Oh yes, face down, arse up…

Ahh! Will you shut up now?

He, he, he… see the woody, see the woody…

Harry had noticed that his pants were becoming incredibly tight and more bothersome as the blonde approached his desk.

"A little early, aren't you, Mr. Malfoy?" inquire Harry, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

Draco arched an eyebrow, "I was hoping I could have a moment of your time before class, sir."

Harry rounded his desk and propped a hip against the corner. He noted as Draco's eyes took in his appearance and smiled. He'd dressed for him today. The dark blue jeans fit like a glove and his shirt was black silk. Not too revealing but eye catching, nonetheless.

"What was so important?" asked Harry, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Draco started to blush, "I was wondering when I would see you again."

Harry smiled, "Tomorrow night at the Head Boy meeting."

Draco looked up at him, "You know that isn't what I meant. I haven't seen you since Friday night and it's now Tuesday…"

"You found a calendar, that's great." Harry joked but stopped laughing when Draco looked offended, "It was a joke. I'm sorry." He waved a hand at the door, locking it and sealing it for a moment so no one could walk in and pulled the blonde toward him. "I'm sorry about not telling you about the weekend. I had to go settle a few things at home. Things got complicated and I didn't get back until late on Sunday night."

Draco smiled lightly, "I know I sound like such a girl but I can't help it. I'm new to all of this."

Harry cut him off by placing a kiss to his lips, "Shh. Tomorrow night, stay after the meeting. We'll watch a movie and cuddle or something."

Draco grinned, "Okay but can I ask why not after Quidditch tonight?"

Harry kissed him again before responding, "I've got a meeting with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and then another one with Sev. I probably won't be done until late and I don't want to risk your sleep. You've Potions tomorrow morning first thing."

Draco nodded, "Alright. I guess I should go sit…"

"You've a minute yet." Harry murmured as he pulled Draco close again and kissed him deeply.

The blonde melted into Harry's hot kiss. He felt the tongue ring trace a path on his lips. He acquiesced quickly to see what else that magnificent piece of jewelry could do.

Harry pulled away from Draco and closed his eyes. He was trying desperately to control his breathing.

Draco was having the same problem while dealing with a serious case of blurred vision. Harry had rocked his world with that skilled tongue of his. He let Harry guide him to his seat before the class entered.

Harry smiled faintly and waited another minute before releasing the charms on the door. He wanted to make sure that both he and Draco were composed enough before having to face more students.

Ron looked between Harry at his desk and Draco sitting quietly in his before sitting at his own desk. He was curious as to why the door was locked and Malfoy was in here with his friend alone. His mind was racing with the thought of Harry and Malfoy. He was hoping that it was merely his imagination and Malfoy was in class early because of needing help. He was so lost in thought he didn't hear Harry calling his name. He was brought back to where he should be when he felt Seamus stroke his thigh firmly.

"Mr. Weasley, am I going to have to move your seat?" inquired Harry.

"No sir. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention, it'll never happen again," stammered Ron as Seamus' hand moved closer to his hardening cock.

Harry saw Seamus' hand location as he walked to stand beside Ron. He tried to cover his laugh with a cough, "For not paying attention in class, I think you and Mr. Finnegan need a detention. Thursday night with me at 7."

Ron looked at him before he turned his back.

Harry addressed Pansy with his question and continued teaching.

After he dismissed class, he noticed Ron had stayed behind. "Yes, Ron?"

Ron approached his desk, "What is going on between you and Malfoy?"

Harry arched the same eyebrow he'd arched at Ginny earlier, "I'm not sure that is any of your concern. Also, he's my student. So, nothing is going on."

"Are you gay?" asked Ron timidly.

"Yes and so are you. You might advise Seamus not to distract you in class anymore. Just because we were housemates and friends, doesn't mean I won't fail you quicker than you can say Quidditch," warned Harry.

Ron stared at the floor for a minute, "I'm sorry about that. He was trying to get me to pay attention to you. I spaced before the hand thing."

Harry laughed, "Go to dinner, Ron. I'll see you at 8."

Ron hurried out of the room, blushing a deep red.

At 8, Ron, Hermione and Ginny knocked on Harry's portrait door. It swung open to let them in before closing firmly behind them.

Harry smiled a welcome to his friends, "Have a seat. Tea?"

The trio sat awkwardly around the living room area as Harry poured the tea. "I know you have questions, go ahead and ask."

Hermione sat up straighter, "First, is what Ron said true. Are you really gay?"

Harry laughed, "Yes. I like blokes."

Hermione sighed, "Damn, the whole world is going gay."

The four friends laughed together for the first time in over a year.

Harry sat down after passing the cups around and looked at his friends. He hadn't really taken the time to look at them since he returned. They hadn't changed that much, except Ginny had grown up. It was comforting in an odd way.

"I know you want to know what happened with Voldermort. I killed him. It only took two days. I will admit, I toyed with him for a while. He deserved to suffer." Harry found it easier to admit than he originally thought.

Hermione gasped, Ginny didn't say anything and Ron looked oddly pleased.

"If I tell you the rest of the truth about the last year I'm going to have to hex you. Not in a bad way but in a way I'll know if you've discussed it outside of this room or with anyone else. Are you in agreement to have me curse you?" asked Harry bluntly.

The other three shared a look before nodding, "We'll do it," answered Hermione.

Harry performed a wandless spell that would cause them pain and a huge rash if they spoke to anyone about what was discussed in that room about Harry. He laid the ground rules at their feet and they had accepted it readily.