Heya there!
OMFDG I'm sooo lost for words. So many reviews and every bloody little one was so nice. No one's criticising my work. (Doyou really like the story that much? WOW!) That's such an ego boost #squeal#
#throws cookies, muffins and chocolat chips into the crowd#
Anyway...answers, here they are:

1.to Beatrix-TheTurtleQueen : (explain the pen-name to me, please)
Do you know those stories were Pansy is calling Draco 'drakey-pooh' or some such thing?
Well...I wanted to overdo that thing a little, just out of fun. To be honest I would try to get my friends into straitjacket, if they would call me those names all the bloody time.But aren't the names 'nice', at least for Draco #hehe#. It took me quite while to get them together. In chapter seven will be some more of those.

2.to PinkAngel30 : there will be more than 'just kissing' #hehe#. Patience will be rewarded!

3.to slashkyle : I want to learn Russian, too #whines#throws on a floor like a brat#
AND Japanese! Yes. My aims in life! (kind of)

4.to jonadark : Wow the longest comment I've ever got! (think so eurgh)
I hope I can update regulary. I really will give my best. Depends on Fanfiction-net.

Eurm...well...am I allowed to ask questions myself? The problem is...first I'm German and second I'm pretty new into this whole Fanfiction stuff, yet.
Okay my question to JezMalfoy or to everyone who wants to answer it:
#hides behind a tree out of embarrassment#
What are fannon's, cannon's and all this stuff?
Oh god I really asked it. I apologise for my stupidity and ignorance #blush#

Have fun with Harry's point of situation. And don't forget: I don't own a thing and it's beta'd from VIOLET EYES.
(Yes, you're right, that was my disclaimer)

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They will freak out like hell. Especially Ron. He will go bonkers. Quit our friendship and leave me alone. – Where is Draco?

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Lessons Part VI

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(Harry)

Harry sat opposite Ron and Hermione. He kept his gaze down and picked at his food with his fork.

Telling his two best friends about Draco was the last thing he wanted, but it was unavoidable, he had promised to.

He tried to concentrate on anything but the door of the Great Hall. Draco wasn't here and he was wondering where the Slytherin could have been. And why he didn't come to eat lunch.

Doesn't he feel well? Or something happened. – Potter, you klutz. He's not here because of you. You compromised with him. – I didn't! He was just aroused, that's all. – He's a Malfoy, remember. – Damn! How could I have forgotten that? This will mean the downfall for everything. Damn his bloody damn Malfoy pride! He will refuse every further meeting. Just because I made him loose his composure and could see a little of his feelings for me. If there are feelings. Man! If there is just something a little correct about my guessing, I know him pretty well then.

"Harry? Are you finished?"

"What? Oh eh yeah think so."

"Okay. Should we leave?"

"Herm you don't need to be overly careful and everything. I know you want to know what's bothering me. No need to hide it."

"Sorry, Harry. But, I don't feel well when I know you're not feeling fine."

The dark-haired boy stood up and gestured Ron and Hermione to follow him. They exited the Great Hall and went up to the Gryffindor tower.

Afternoon classes would start any minute, therefore the common room was empty and they could sit in front of the fireplace and talk without nosy audience.

Ron and Hermione didn't dare to start the conversation in order not to seem too curious. Harry got the time to think about a proper 'introduction' and also the chance to start with the topic like he wanted to.

So Potter. If they don't understand you, don't beg them to. They will never. – Don't make it sound like it's a mistake. Or it just happened out of despair. Because it didn't. And most importantly: DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE!

"Okay guys. I eurm, I..."

"Just tell us, Harry."

"Fine. Probably it isn't the best...

"Let it all out mate."

"Yeah right."

"Well, I wanted to say..."

"There is nothing to be afraid of..."

"Would you please shut the fuck up and listen? – Sorry! I'm just overly nervous."

"It's okay."

"What I wanted to say. Probably it isn't the best, if I give you the heart-attack first and explain or better defend myself later."

"Why defend? You don't need to defend anything in front of us."

"This will be a premiere then. – Oh god. – Fine. You know that I really love you two and that there is nothing I would do on purpose just to harm you, or piss you off, or make you despise me."

"Sure mate. I would never claim such rubbish. It's more the other way around. You try to protect us and we don't wanna listen."

Harry smiled warily. He knew these two for the best part of his life. He knew they would never betray him. And now he felt like he would betray them.

"I eurm... I...you know that I'm gay. And I'm still overwhelmed because of you two accepting it so easily."

"Harry. Why? No, I mean what aggravates you so much, that you start with things that are already outspoken and accepted? Just tell us. It can't be that shocking."

The most-famous-Gryffindor made a strange noise, a mix of an awkward cough and a chuckle, like he wanted to say: 'you have no idea' or 'you didn't give me a chance to prove the contrary'.

"You know I've never had a boyfriend because I didn't want more people in danger because of me."

Hermione started smiling and Ron's face changed into a naughty grin.

"Does that mean you have a boyfriend? Oh Harry, that's great. How long? When can we meet him?"

"No, no! I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh."

"But there is someone I really like. And I try to get close to him, but the whole story is a little confusing and strange. And anyway...it seems like it will come to an end before it really began."

"Don't say such things. We will help you, to fix whatever is wrong right now, won't we Ron?"

"Mate, count me in to get you into the other blokes pants."

"I wouldn't say it like that, but yeah."

Harry couldn't help but smile broadly. If it hadn't been Malfoy they were talking about; he knew these two would help him, whatever may come.

"How close are you, right now? And what is the problem you mentioned? And why is the situation complicated? And the most important question: Who. Is. He?"

Dun Dun! And there it is. The question I feared the most and tried to avoid till the very end.

"It's someone you know already."

"Really? That's great. Who?"

"It's...it's...it is Dra-... it is Malfoy."

Mwhahahahaha Cliff-hanger – look out for the next chapter

Just kidding - You wouldn't think that I would make a cut here and give you the second part next week, would you? NO, I'm not that mean. But I thought about doing so, just for the excitement. Hehe

Well here we go again.

Harry had closed his eyes in fear and cringed, waiting for the first outburst.

Pure silence.

He cracked one eye open slowly, but remained in his ducked position.

Hermione looked at him expectantly and Ron looked a little green, but nothing more.

"Eurm...you did hear me, right? You heard who I mentioned?"

"Yes Harry. You said, you're interested in Malfoy...

Harry cringed more and Ron became a little more white than green.

...And where is the problem, you talked about? And – what are you doing down there on the ground?"

"Well I expected some outburst, hexes or at least a lot of swearing. But you are so calm, too calm! Why?"

"I knew it?"

Harry's chin hit an invisible table, not literally.

"What? How? I mean HOW?"

"Yeah, fine I didn't, but I had a suspicion."

"Hermione told me of her suspicion and you know, she's almost always right. I had some time to get used to the idea. I mean, oh wow, I really blew my roof..."

"Then he cried, then he begged it would be a joke..."

"Thanks love, Harry doesn't need to know every detail."

"...You know. He went through all phases of compensation. Anger, sorrow, desperation, repression, and acceptance."

"Ac-ac-ac-ceptance?"

"Yeah. I told him that he couldn't change a thing about it, even if he wanted to. It was your decision and if you loved Malfoy, there was no need to crash your feelings, just because we don't like him. Hm...'not like' is maybe a little harsh.

"Hermione."

"Since he's on the light side, he became much more –I wouldn't say soft- but he's not such a huge git anymore, like he was before.

"Hermione!"

"I wonder whether Voldemort had put something in the meals or water of his former Death Eaters? I mean to make them become aggressive or something.

"HERMIONE!"

"Oops. Sorry. I was caught up in the thought. What did you ask again?"

"I noticed. I wanted to know, what you meant with 'acceptance'?"

"Harry, really. You don't know the proper usage of this word? That's sad."

"Don't you dare mock me!"

Hermione stood up and went over to the confused saviour of the world, who was still on the floor, but sitting cross-legged. She kneeled down and hugged him warmly.

"Harry. Although it sounds too easy and I know you expected some action, we accept the fact that your heart fell for Mal-Draco and we will support you."

"Are you sure you can speak for both of you?"

They turned in unison and watched Ron, who kept his mouth shut for the whole time. Sitting in his chair, he starred at the fire.

"Ron? Are you fine? I mean what do you think about...about Malfoy?"

Ron slowly turned around with a scrunched face.

"Don't ask me what I think about the ferret, you already know very well. But if you're referring to what I think about you having the heats for him? - Because of Herm's nice 'ability of having premonitions' I think...I think...argh blimey – I made a promise and I'll keep it."

"Eugh what did you promise again?"

"Don't make me repeat it in connection with Malfoy's name."

"He means, he promised to help you, to get into the other guy's pants."

Harry blushed.

"Okay guys if we don't change the topic immediately, I will burst into tears. Do we want that? No we don't!"

Hermione let go of him and they both stood up to settle back down into the armchairs.

"Would you mind telling us about the 'situation' with Draco? Oh no, sorry, you didn't..."

"It's fine Herm. I promised to tell you. Besides maybe you can come up with a solution for my problem on hand. Ron you're sure you want to hear it? I mean I could spare you the details and tell you later the main things."

"Oh god, that bad? No, I can handle it. You wouldn't do anything I wouldn't do. Yeah, well, okay you would do Malfoy, but that doesn't count."

The dark-haired boy coughed awkwardly and shot a little glare at Hermione, who chuckled because of Ron's bluntness.

"Just tell us Harry."

The saviour of the wizarding world sighed heavy and began his 'little story' with:

"Wellllll...I, eurm, kind of asked Draco for private lessons."

And he told everything. Beginning with the letter he had written to ask Draco for tutoring under the disguise of learning for another guy. Went on with the kiss

he needed to stop twice- Ron tried to throw up on purpose

I knew it. Was just waiting for it. Go on Herm. Smack him! Yeah.

And ended with the supposition Draco would try to break their deal.

(note: Read ch01 – 05 to know what he's telling)

He slumped back down in the seat, just realising that there was no future for him and Draco.

"Do you really think he will do so?"

"Herm, remember who we're talking about. Draco's Malfoy-pride is unbroken; even if he's not a Malfoy anymore. Sometimes I think it's genetic."

"But you do know that your feelings are mutual?"

"Ha that would make things so much easier. No I do not know. It's all just plain guessing. But I have this strange feeling, I can't describe it. You know its like I can read his mind, I can't though, but I feel like I can tell what he will do next or how he feels, even if it hides behind that sexy smirk."

"Eurgh, mate. Too much information."

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances and started laughing hard.

"Guys? What did I miss? Is it some muggle stuff again? Don't let me out. Explain."

Both laughed harder, but tried to regain control.

"Nothing love. It's just – you know...Harry say something."

"Well...it's the fact that I can tell Hermione that Draco has such nice features and silky hair and a nice arse and oh god those eyes and his hands..."

"Harry I think you can stop. He's not listening anymore. He put a conversed silencing charm on himself when you mentioned Draco's 'silky hair'. That was not nice of you."

"But now he knows what we were laughing about."

"You really like him, don't you?"

"Seems so, doesn't it."

Hermione stood up in a rush, frightening Harry a little, and started to pace, with her hands resting on her hips and face in deep thoughts.

"Herm, would you mind to tell me what you're doing?"

"Give me some minutes. I just need to think a few things over. I promised you that I would help you. I will come up with something, just give me a moment.

(Hurm sounds familiar to me coughDracocough)

"Okay. Take as much time as you need. But eurm, don't you think we should give Ron a sign that he can stop his silencing charm."

"Nope. Sometimes he's such a child. So I treat him like one."

The Golden Boy made himself comfortable in the armchair and waited for Hermione's brilliant idea.

Hopefully it's brilliant, but it's Hermione. I don't expect anything less than brilliance of her. I don't expect too much- hopefully. Naaah. It's Herm I'm talking- I mean thinking about.

"I think I have an idea. We will get you in Draco's pants. Promised!"

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Hurm, okay...I really can't promise or guarantee that the 7th chapter will be up by tomorrow, but I'll give my best and kick FF-net's arse.

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