Chapter three
"Stop laughing." Draco hissed as Chris' face began to redden with stifled laughter.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"Mr. Halliwell if I have to take points off my own house I will! Now stop laughing!"
"Sorry ma'am." Chris went back to reading his Transfiguration book.
"What happened to your wrists mister Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall eyed his red wrists with comcern.
"Like I said Professor, I was tied up."
"Go see Madam Pomferey in the hospital wing."
"I can heal it for him." Chris suggested.
"Alright. Get a move on."
The whole class crowded around the desk, they'd heard of Chris' healing powers but he'd always refused to show them.
Chris took Draco's wrists in his hands, a warm gold glow emanated from his hands which bathed the Slytherin boy's wrists and soon after they were healed.
"Thank you." Draco murmured as he did up the buttons on his sleeves.
"Alright, now that Mister Halliwell has shown us his unique healing abilities let us get back to our class work."
Draco's right hand slipped under the desk, and began lightly tracing patterns on Chris' thigh, "god Dray, stop."
Draco smirked, his hand moving between his legs, patterns moving to his inner thigh, "Having fun Chris?" He whispered.
A small whimper escaped Chris' lips, if this kept up there was going to be some serious trouble so he did the only thing he could do, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and sent an empathic burst to Draco and stilled him. Reaching down he took Draco's hand and placed it on the desk.
"Do your work."
"Do I have to?"
"Mister Halliwell, Mister Malfoy if you keep talking I'll make it a full week's detention."
"Sorry Ma'am." Chris said with a grin, "It's just Draco here is being…distracting. And it's preventing me from doing my work."
"I was doing no such thing Professor!" Draco protested.
"Mister Malfoy this is no way for a Prefect to be acting, now settle down and let Mister Halliwell do his work."
"Yes Professor."
By the time Professor McGonagall had finished telling them off it was time for a break.
Hermione grabbed Chris' hand and pulled him out to the courtyard, "What's up Hermione?"
"Chris you need to be a little more, oh I don't know, subtle! If McGonagall knew that you and Draco were… well if it got out…"
"Relax." Chris said with a wry grin, "No one knows. No one cares."
"You should care, it could ruin both your reputations."
"I don't care." Chris replied, "Please…just let it go."
"Promise me you'll just cool off a bit."
"Please 'Mione, just let it go."