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Lessons Part VII
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The next morning.
(Harry)
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table and tried to force food down his throat. But he couldn't, it wasn't working at all. Nervousness was wrapped around his stomach like barbwire.
Actually he wanted to sit with his back to Slytherin – ACTUALLY.
Like being under a spell, he walked straight to his usual seat, when he had entered the Great Hall.
Damn! I can't even betray my own subconscious, that's just sad. - I want to see Draco, but...okay, okay I want to see Draco.
The door opened. He looked up and felt his heart sink.
He looks tired and it's my fault. (right at the moment it wasn't, but how should Harry know?)
"Hermione, once again. Why did I agree to your crazy idea again?"
"Because you know it will work."
"Really I don't know at all."
"And why did you agree then?"
"That's what I asked you before."
Draco sat down and Harry's eyes were fixed on him for a moment. The blonde talked with Pansy and looked a little irritated. He turned back to Hermione.
"I'm scared."
"Oh Harry. You started it on your own without hesitation. And now that you have support you become scared."
"I was scared the whole bloody time. You have no idea. But you expect me to...expect me to...oh god no, I can't do it. I don't even know how to bloody do THAT. I think I'm becoming sick."
"Me too mate, if you talk any more about that topic."
"Your sickness does result out of your eating habits, don't blame it on Harry's mission. What help is it exactly? The fourth?"
"Mission? Herm, I'm not James Bond. Even if I were, I don't think he would...no I can't say it. Hopefully no one's listening. This is just plain embarrassing. I'm supposed to do something I have no clue about, to someone who'll kick me away."
"Nonsense! We talked the whole night about it and it will work. Just keep up the story and be a little forceful and he will obey and tell you everything you need to know. I would do so myself, but no that would be just gross and bizarre."
"Eurgh Herm, don't give me those mental pictures. EURGH!"
Owls flew into the Hall and brought papers, letters and packages. Harry knew he would get a letter and wasn't surprised, when a beautiful raven landed in front of him. Ron and Hermione watched him expectantly. The raven lifted his left leg and Harry untied the letter. Snatching some toast the bird took of, again.
"This would be Draco's letter."
"How do you know mate? I mean, the envelope is blank."
"I know the bird."
"Personally?"
"Funny, not. No, but if you're affected by someone, you watch him – sometimes and try to memorise every piece of information. I saw him often getting letters sent with that raven."
"Okay, I got it. Just open the bloody letter."
"Ron! Be a little more sympathetic."
Harry opened the envelope, to take out the letter. He unfolded it, but looked over to Draco before he read. He was talking to Pansy with his letter in one hand.
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Hello Potter.
#He wanted to say 'Hello Harry'#
#Pansy! Stop it.#
So Pansy knows. Interesting.
Potter, we need to talk.
This is not supposed to be an appointment for a 'lesson. This is important.
Ouch!
#That doesn't mean that the lessons are not important.#
#Panse! I warn you. Shut it already.#
I'm not eager to get caught by Filch, when climbing up all the stairs to astronomy tower.
Meet me at 11pm on the third floor in front of this ugly tapestry with the – I don't know what it is. Looks like an incestuous mixture of a dwarf and a mole.
Malfoy
#Means: Bye. Draco#
#Pansyyyy! I'll cause you harm.#
P.S. Tell Granger I (Pansy) need to talk to her.
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Harry handed the letter over to Hermione and Ron. He would have laughed because of the letter, if it weren't such a depressing reason it was written for.
They must mean a lot to each other. Sounds like Herm, Ron and me.
"Oh he's so right with that tapestry. What do you think Parkinson wants me to talk about?"
"I don't have the slightest idea."
Hermione looked over to the Slytherin table and nodded at Pansy, who nodded back in approval.
"Love, what was that?"
"What?"
"You're collaborating with the enemy."
"Rubbish. They have not been enemies for about a year. And if Harry and Draco become a couple – Harry are you fine?"
"Yeah. Pumpkin juice went down wrong way."
"Good...I mean, no it's not good...oh you know what I mean. – So Ron, if they become a couple –stop those childish choking noises- we need to be friends with Draco and his friends, too. – Okay guys let's go to Transfiguration. I hope you did your homework, didn't you?"
Ohoh we need to go? One quick glance at that gorgeous piece of manhood over there. Draco, you- ouh did he look at me? –Don't grin like a brainless, retarded nimrod. And don't slobber or goggle. – Turn around and answer Herm's question. Turn around. TURN the bloody hell AROUND!
Both boys watched her with huge, pleading puppy eyes and shook their heads.
"Argh you are unbelievable, BOTH! No, I will not help you this time. It's your own business."
"But Herm, I was and am too depressed to do homework."
"Yes, and I'm depressed, because Harry's depressed."
The Golden Trio left the table and walked out of the Hall with Hermione leading the way.
"You both already lost it. Can't believe I'm befriended with such lazy blokes. That's bad for my reputation."
"You sound like Malfoy. All talking about reputation."
· · · ·
(Draco)
°"Draco, please –Oh god- don't stop."
°Harry grabbed Draco's head and pulled him up gently. He kissed him hungrily and slung his legs around Draco's waist, pulling him as close as possible. The blonde ground his hips in the heat of passion and pressed his erection against Harry's, making him moan in excitement.
°Draco broke the kiss and looked into sulking eyes.
°"Do that again!"
°"What?"
°He leaned down and kissed a path from Harry's ear down to his collarbone, now and then biting and sucking tenderly or harder, marking his property. The Gryffindor breathed through gritted teeth, bit his lower lip and held his breath, but nothing helped to keep him from moaning. Draco sucked one last time hard on Harry's pulse and elicited a deep throaty moan from the boy-who-lived.
°"That is what I mean."
°"Huh? Me moaning?"
°"Uhum. It sounds so gorgeous and sends shivers down my spine. I become even harder, just because of it."
°"Well...
°the dark-haired smiled naughtily and bucked his hips
°...it is your job to make me do so."
°"No, you said that wrong. That is: It's your job to do me."
°Harry laughed genuinely, kissed Draco lovingly and smirked at him.
°"Yeah right, dragon. That's your job –among other things. – So...what do you think about taking care of your 'job'?
A loud hard knock at the door.
And the Slytherin Prince sat upright in his bed, without Harry but a painful, attention demanding erection.
Pansy walked in, a smile spread over her whole face.
"Good morning, pancake. Time to get up."
I hate you Pansy. I really do. I nearly could have fucked Potter.
"Draky pooh, what's wrong? I don't like the way you're looking at me."
"I hate you Pansy. You jerked me out of a good dream."
"Jerk? Was the pun intended? Sorry, honeycomb, next time I will wait till you're done with a jerk off to wet dreams of Potter."
"I'll go take a shower."
"A cold one, I suppose so? Or should I give you a hand, dumpling?"
Pansy had difficulty to breathe properly, speaking and laughing her arse off at the same time. Seeing Draco's tight shorts stretching over a visible bulge when he stood up, gave her the rest. She crashed down and rolled over the floor in hysterical laughter.
Draco ignored her completely, walking past her to get to his bathroom for a shower.
Alas a cold one. Brrr I start freezing just thinking about it. Or how much time do I have till breakfast? Hurmmmm...
"Muffin, wait, can give you a hand?"
"Don't you dare to touch me there woman."
He could hear her laughter up to the bathroom and knew he wouldn't have enough time for a nice morning-wank under the shower. He showered quickly –cold, brushed his teeth and did everything else a vain Malfoy would do, before he put on his clothes.
I'm just proud and pay attention to my appearance. It's not vanity. Maybe a little, but just a little bit.
He left the bathroom and found Pansy, calmed down, sitting on his bed with her nose back in his book from the nightstand.
"I'm ready Panse."
"Just in time. Let's go I'm hungry."
They left the Slytherin dungeon and made their way to the Great Hall.
"You really need to lend me this book, when you're done with it."
"I don't think so."
"I knew you would say so, but in the end I will get it nevertheless."
"Yes, because you'll nag me till I will throw it at you."
"That may be true, but what will I have? Right, the book I wanted hehe."
The blonde rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. But the gentleman he was opened the door of the Great Hall for her nevertheless.
"Thank you, cupcake. And now say that you love me."
"What? Why?"
"Well, because you want to stone me with a tomb and I want to be sure that you will do it with all your love."
"God, for what do I deserve this? – Sure, I will stone you, with all the love I can muster."
God hates me. Or the guy who pretends to be god. I don't care. Probably both hate me equally and I get the double load.
"Come on. Say it! I love Pansy. Three simple, but lovely words. Say it."
"No. The hell I will."
"Let's say it together. We. Love. Pansy. – Hey, I didn't hear you."
"Panse, what do you want to cause? Because, if it has anything to do with strangling you, go on. You're pretty close to that goal."
"I just want you to tell me how much you love me."
"Will you let me eat my breakfast, when I say it?"
"Probably."
"Fine. Pansy I love you. I have no idea what I would do without you."
"With more enthusiasm, please."
Draco growled deeply.
"Panse. Honestly I think I would be pretty lost without you. Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you."
"And now say 'I love Harry."
"I love Har- argh PAnsyyy."
"Damn. I got you so close. Blimey. But didn't I do a good job with distracting you. You didn't even look once over at Harry till now."
Oh my god she's right. Harry, Harry, have to look at Harry, quick. – He looks so yummy with his bed-hair.
The post came and a white snow-owl landed in front of Draco.
"Draco sweetheart I don't want to disturb your dirty daydreams, but you've got mail." (Oi! She sounds like my computer.)
"I don't have dirty daydreams."
"Okay fine...I scratch the 'day'"
Draco undid the letter and gave the owl a piece of his toast.
"You're a real beauty, aren't you? I wonder whom you belong to."
"Oh thank you love. You flatter me. And I belong to no one except you."
"Pan-sy. You know the saying 'corpses strewn over the battlefield', right? If you don't want to become one of those corpses and want to save the life of the people around you – Just. Shut. The. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. Up."
"I love it when you threaten me so calmly. It sounds so sexy. Ouh Draco I become wet, please say it again, please."
"I not listening to you anymore."
The owl took off and Draco opened the letter.
"Who wrote it?"
"How should I know, if you don't let me read it?"
oOo
Hi Draco,
I really need to talk to you, please.
I have the feeling that I will get a letter, too this morning. Therefore I see no need to another time to agree about.
Bye, Harry
P.S. I'm sorry for yesterday. I really am.
oOo
"So, who wrote it?"
Draco looked up and saw the last bit of Pansy nodding.
"Did you just nod at Granger?"
"Why, yes."
"I can't believe it. The last sentence in my letter was no joke. Don't you dare talk to her about Potter and me."
"Uuuuh there's a 'Potter and you'? Nice!"
"Don't change the topic."
"Well you know...I'm thinking about allying with Granger so that you can hump Harry in real life."
"You don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"You. Don't."
"Ohh yes sweetpea. I. Do."
"I hate you."
"I love you, too."
What is Potter on? He's planning something. Oh my god he looked at me. Did I look good? I wasn't starring or something, was I? Or did my forehead wrinkle? That is so not-sexy. – He's leaving? Oh eh yeah lessons! Lessons? That brings me to homework. That brings me to 'I haven't finished them'. That brings me to 'detention'. Detentions are set for evenings. Evenings are followed by nights. And nights remind me of the talk with Harry tonight. - I hate my life. Till then I've gone mental because of that disturbing train of thoughts running through my mind. – If I think particular...yes. I. Do. Hate. My. Life. – Owwww
"Oww Panse that hurt. Why..."
"Why I pinched you? Well...maybe because you paid no bloody attention to me? Huh? How about that? – You looked like you would have not just monologues, but dialogues –alone. You know...talking with two pretty similar voices in your head, in. your. Head. Instead of talking to ME! The beautiful, all caring, stick to you girl. Your best friend. The platonic love of your life, sitting next to you. MEee"
"I take your ranting as a hint, that I wasn't paying attention to you."
"Bloody right, smartarse. – Great just Great. I have a task for your omniscience. Tell Trelawney why we're late."
"Why will we be late?"
"Because you paid no attention at me. Then I needed to vent about it and now we're 5min late. But why should I, the dork, be telling you, the omniscient know-it-all?"
The bickering duo left the Hall and tried to climb up all the stairs to Trelawney without being caught for being late.
"You know that it was kind of tautological."
"What?"
"Omniscient know-it-all. Besides that's Grangers job."
"Sometimes I see what you mean with feeling annoyed."
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I had so much fun, writing the Draco part of this chapter.
But gradually I ran out of names Pansy calls Draco.
Oh god what did I used already #rummages through later chapters#
Darling, sweetheart, sweety, dear, honey, sweetie pie, babe, baby, sweetpea, pumpkin, precious(I used that, didn't I?), cupcake, nugget, sweetcheeks, pancake, honeycomb, muffin, dumpling, love, lovey
Frankly, I just have three more left (no I will not tell you which one)-
But maybe I don't need new one anymore. Let's sit and wait.