Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Summary: Harry needs kissing lessons and who could be a better (or worse) teacher than Malfoy?
Warning:SLASH. If you don't like boy/boy relationships, don't read this. Some swearing.
A.N: Oh my god, I nearly killed myself trying to take out my contact lenses. I was screaming and half-crying for the entire hour. I hate to think of tomorrow night..."That's boring! We're not interested in you!" You're probaly screaming. Sorry, I just need to get rid of the inner trauma. My family was incredibly unsympathetic.
On with the second chapter, then.
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Chapter Two
Moans.
"Is this okay, Malfoy?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Call me Draco!" Draco gasped.
More moans.
"Does this feel okay, though? Am I hurting you?" Harry asked brow creased with concern.
"No!" Draco screamed in his frustration, "Harder! Harder godamn it!"
Harry hurriedly complied and Draco let out a sigh of pleasure. "That felt nice after you got the hang of it, Harry. Now, on to my shoulders slave, they're really stiff."
Damn you,Dra- Malfoy, Harry thought bitterly as he massaged Draco's shoulders, shuddering as the boy ohhhed and ahhhed. What the hell was he playing at scaring me like that?
Harry had -following the instructions on the task sheet that Draco had passed him during Potions- sneaked to the room of requirement at midnight and after opening the door met up with a horrifying sight. Among the flickering candlelight, exotic furnishings, Draco Malfoy sat on a luxurious bed wearing nothing except the towel tied around his waist. Then he had beckoned the stricken boy to him, poured some oil onto the dazed boy's fingers, chafed them and after a playful pat on Harry's arse ordered him to "do his thing". It was then that Harry snapped out of his daze screaming and ranting on about not doing any sexual favours for anyone or for anything in the world.
Draco twisted around and gave Harry a sly look. Reading the mixture of humiliation and fury etched across Harry's features like a book, Draco knew that the bespectacled boy was thinking about "earlier events". The memory of Harry's blabbering and his embarrassment afterwards made Draco snicker.
"Disappointed, Harry?" Draco asked sensually.
"Shut up, Malfoy?" Harry snapped, "I am glad that for once your sick mind is thinking of things other than sex."
"Oh, so we were talking about sex, then?" Draco asked innocently, "Why Harry, how could you ever think of such things?"
Harry studiously ignored him, pretending to be concentrating on his job while he stared fixedly at his hands. Or maybe he was concentrating, just not on his job or hands. He was concentrating on what was under his hands. With pale flawless skin and long lithe limbs, Malfoy's body was... Harry gulped and tried to avert his eyes, -what am I doing?- he failed, miserably.
"So Harry," Draco started conversationally, breaking the stifling silence, "Why're you so choked up about kissing? We know that you've kissed before -or so you say- how were they?"
"It was wet." Came the subdued reply.
"Well, that's good isn't it?" Malfoy said irritably, "Didn't know you had it in you, Potter."
"Because she was crying"
Suppressing the strange surge of elation Draco smirked, "Oh," he sneered cheerfully, "Are you that bad at kissing?"
"Maybe I am..." Harry said worriedly. "You know, I had this exact conversation with Ron last year and that's what... bought me here..."
"You mean, you jumped voluntarily into the enemy's lair because something the Weasel said?" Draco said incredulously, "And what do you mean by exact conversation?"
"It's true!"
"Probably the only intelligent conversation the Weasel ever had." And before Harry could protest another thought hit Draco so hard that he quickly swung around and sat on the bed facing Potter. "Tell me, Harry," he said solemnly, "When did this happen?"
"Before Christmas,"
"Last year?"
"... The year before last..."
Draco took a deep breath. "Don't tell me that the kiss that we're discussing now is the first and only kiss that you and Cho Chang ever had."
An embarrassed silence passed in which Harry slowly nodded his head.
Draco buried his face into his hands, "Should've known," he moaned, "And here I was thinking that it was just a few nasty experiences..."
Harry waited patiently for Draco to collect himself.
"So," Draco continued, swinging back onto the bed and motioning for Harry to continue with his task "You've somehow managed to avoid kissing Chang for all that time but now, with the Valentine Ball coming you have no choice, do you?"
Harry nodded again. It was true, after that first disastrous event that had no feeling whatsoever, Harry had avoided all situations that might involve kissing or end up in kissing. This had worked quite fine except that lately, Cho was getting annoyingly pushy, whiney and increasingly harder to avoid. Now, with that Valentine thingy, Cho had taken to fluttering her eyelashes and puckering her lips at him in the most ridiculous way. This was what made Harry finally decide to accept his fate and that led to... this. He really was very worried about his kissing abilities -Cho had been crying when they first kissed, so she must've been distracted- What would happen if he was really lousy? Would Cho be so disgusted that she'll dump him on the spot?
"What about you, Malfoy?" Harry asked, forcefully pushing these disagreeable thoughts from his mind, "When and who was your first kiss?"
"For the last time Harry, call me Draco." Draco said in a bored voice "Third year, Pansy Parkinson."
"Were you two going out,then?" Harry asked feeling slightly put out.
"No, it was just something that we both wanted to try out."
"But you went to the ball with her in Fourth year!"
"I had no one that I wanted to go with and she had no one that she wanted to go with, so we went together. So what?"
"Oh," Harry breathed. "So are you two going to go to the ball together this year?"
"Most likely. Our taste is too high for the pathetic people here at Hogwarts."
"Hey!" Harry protested. Draco laughed and the two of them fell into a comfortable silence.
Well, it was comfortable until Harry again become painfully aware of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. His hands moved effortlessly across Draco's back and over his arms.Harry peeped at Draco's long legs and wondering if the skin on Draco's legs would be as smooth, gently ran his hands down Draco's legs.
Shit, Draco thought, what was Harry doing? If he went on like this... Too late, Draco was getting... Aroused. Bad. Gotta make him stop... He trembled as Harry moved his hands down his legs and back up again.
"Stop, Potter." Draco finally managed to strain out.
"Why?" Harry asked feeling rather disappointed. He had really enjoyed -though he would have died to admit it- running his hands over Draco's smooth skin. It felt so nice and... comfortable. Warm, unlike Draco's icy appearance.
"Because I want someone to turn around and I've got a feeling that if I did you'd jump me." Draco said in what he hoped to be a matter-of-fact voice. "And unfortunately I have no desire to be jumped by you so I have scheduled someone after you that I wouldn't mind being jumped on. So would you kindly leave and I will tell you about the lesson tomorrow."
The offended boy left in a flurry of insults (perverted prick), rude hand gestures and sharp pokes at Draco's side.
Listening to Harry's footsteps fade away Draco flipped around, easing the pain at his crotch. Damn Harry, he thought as he stepped into the shower room that had suddenly appeared, Who would have thought that he would be so good with his hands?
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Next day Harry woke up feeling angry and twitchy. His dreams had been plagued with the images of someone's back which had beautiful smooth skin. In his dream, he wanted to touch that skin so much but the person was always just out of reach and would say in sneering tones,"Want to jump me, Harry?" Harry had a sinking feeling he knew the identity of this person and that this person definitely wasn't Cho Chang.
His was still in a bad mood a little while later at the great hall until he received a letter from You Know Who (not that You Know Who) with the words:
Harry,
Meet me at the room of requirement today, midnight.
love
Draco
P.S Great massage, Harry. Care to give another one?
After reading it he had looked up to see the offending person wink at him and then look away as if nothing had happened.Quickly hiding the letter from Ron and Hermione's prying eyes, he finished his breakfast feeling slightly better.
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After carefully folding his invisibility cloak and hiding it in his robes Harry walked into the room of requirement to find it rather different from the night before. The room of requirement now had a warm crackling fire, sofas and the entire map of Hogwarts pinned to the wall. Draco was sitting on one of the sofas and waiting, rather impatiently for him.
"Your late, Potter." Draco snapped.
Harry checked his watch. It was five past midnight.
"Only for five minutes,"
"I don't care," Draco's eyes gleamed evilly, "Next time you're late..."
Indicating for Harry to take a seat Draco stood up and sauntered over to the large map of Hogwarts that was on the wall.
"The skill of kissing is very important, but the place that you kiss in is also very important. If you want this kiss to be -in your case- romantic, the spot that you pick to kiss in plays an important part." Draco drawled. "Since it is obvious that you have nearly no experience in kissing, it would be wise for you to find a spot that would encourage things to fall into place by itself. I'm guessing that it was Chang that kissed you first?"
Harry nodded, feeling embarrassed.
"Where did this happen?"
"Here, under the mistletoe," Harry said, blushing.
"Aren't you two original." Draco sneered.
"Well," Draco continued in his Snape-like way, "We'll have to find places like that. Places that you can take Chang to for your intimate snogging session." Lengthening his wand into a pointer he pointed to several places on the map. "Good places, bad places." He pointed to other places on the map. "Places you might like to go to for a casual snog: abandoned classrooms, corridors."
Harry looked up at him expectantly.
"That's it?"
Draco nodded.
"You mean all that, just for this?"
Draco was about to nod again, when he decided that he was feeling rather nice today. "I can take you to all these places if you aren't afraid of getting caught by Filch. I mean, I'm a prefect, but you..."
"I'll be fine," Harry answered confidently, glad that he had decided to bring his invisibility cloak.
Draco arched an eyebrow in surprise. "So what will you say when Filch sees you?"
"He won't see me." Harry said taking out his invisibility cloak. "I've got this."
"What's this?" Draco asked walking over and looking at the silvery cloak, "Merlin, an invisibility cloak?"
"Yeah," Harry said, watching Draco run long fingers over the fine material, "I got it in my first year."
Digesting what Harry had said, images went through Draco's mind. Images that included him getting hit by something that wasn't there. Now he realised, it was there all right, it was just invisible. He smiled sweetly at Harry before poking him in the stomach, hard.
"Ow!" Harry squealed doubling over, he scowled at Draco "What was that for?"
"Don't you what-was-that-for me. You know perfectly well what that was for."
Harry thought for a well. "Oh!" He bit his lip shamefully, "I'm sorry for all the crap I gave you, Draco."
Draco bit back a "you should be," and smirked at the apologetic boy. "Come on, Harry." He said graciously as he walked out of the room.
They chatted amiably about Quidditch as they walked along the empty corridors but, when their conversation turned to the quidditch cup, strangely their chat stopped being so amiable. Just as their nice little chat was about to turn into a full-blown shouting match, footsteps were heard and a tired looking Hermione Granger appeared.
"What are you doing here, Mu-" a sharp poke at the side from Harry "Granger?"
"Exactly what you're doing, Malfoy." Hermione said, "Except I'm not sure that you're doing a right job of it." She said looking suspicious. "Who were you talking to? I heard voices."
"Oh, didn't you know? Ha-" another sharp poke from Harry indicated that Hermione certainly did not know and that he wasn't planning on letting her know, either.
"Know what?"
"...That I enjoy having stimulating chats with myself while I do my duties." Draco finished hastily.
"You were shouting." Hermione said, flatly. "Are you sure there isn't someone with you?"
"Of course not! As I said, stimulating conversations! Carry on with the good job, Granger!" Draco babbled, speeding away.
Hermione watched as Malfoy run off. Hmm...
Meanwhile, after making sure that the meddling mudblood was no where in sight Draco stopped, panting and poking randomly around him until a startled gasp told him that he had hit the right spot.
"What did you do that for?" Harry squealed.
"Two reasons, 1) You poked me twice back there and I want my revenge and 2) Let me get under that cloak with you."
"What?"
"I don't think that I can handle meeting up with anyone, again. Plus, it feels stupid talking to someone I can't see."
A pause, signifying that Harry was deep in thought.
"Let me in or else I'm leaving," Draco snapped sensing Harry's reluctance.
"Fine." Harry snapped back. He felt a blast of cold air as the cloak was lifted and then everything was warm again as he felt Malfoy's body huddle against him to keep itself under the cloak. Both boys had grown quite a bit over the summer and that meant that they had to stay close to each other in order to fit. Stay very close. Harry had been under the cloak with both Ron and Hermione before, but sharing the cloak with his two best friends and sharing the cloak with the Slytherin Prince were two, quite different things. Harry gasped as he felt Draco's slim arm snake around his waist.
"You're standing too far outside," Draco explained, smirking slightly. They continued their tour of the school in this fashion with Harry blushing furiously and Draco smirking that trademark smirk of his.
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Thank you to all the people that reviewed, I really appreciated them, I get so excited when I read them ! Thanks so much! I hope you enjoyed reading the second chapter of this fic.
Oh, and do you think that Draco is evil enough?
And, do you think that I should raise the rating?