Goood mornin'! #rubs eyes to wake up# it is 11:18am and I feel ...dead. That's not human. MAybe I get sick or something.
Anyway...
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Lessons Part VIII
words: 2.678

To make a long story short. The hours between breakfast and the meeting were lived in semi-perception for both young men. They tried to concentrate on lessons, they really tried, but failed miserably.

(Draco)

Draco's mind lingered on just one topic:

What is Potter on about?

And his mood changed from worse to unbearable. He snapped at everyone who passed his way and was more a Malfoy than he had been for the last six months.
At dinner his insufferable git behaviour had its climax and Pansy slapped him across the face with tears in her eyes.
She ran out of the hall and left a stunned Draco Malfoy behind.

"Oh boy. You will suffer for a long time, till she will forgive you."
"Just shut up Blaise. Go and shag your bloke senseless."
"Uh someone is not in balance here. Dissatisfied? – I just wanted to say, go. Follow her and apologize whole-heartedly or you will regret it. You know her. She gets what she wants and if it's your head, she will get it."

Draco gulped audible, his bad mood forgotten and jumped up, leaving the Hall in a hurry and walking straight to Pansy's room in the dungeons.
He didn't knock at her door, just stormed inside with a sorrowful look on his face.
Pansy sat on her bed. She wasn't crying, but looked sad and disappointed.

"Pansy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you and shouldn't have said such mean things. I really truly want to apologize. I know I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. But I feel like a wreck and can't think properly. Will you forgive me?"
"Listening to me is like running through a circular saw?"
"Oh did I say such a thing?"
"Precisely! You. Said. Such. A. THING!"

Draco walked closer to the bed and sat down in front of it on the floor, to look into Pansy's eyes while she starred down at the floor.
(annotation: Yes I know. Everyone who loves Draco will now scream 'What? Draco on the floor? How dare you? He would never ever, never ever!- But please, just imagine he would do so. He can't see his best friend sad. BESIDES: It's my story and I can torment the charas as much as I want mwhahahahhhhhh damn. Choked on a gummi bear)

"Pansy, darling please, I'm irresponsible at the moment. My brain doesn't want to work together with my mouth. Please don't hate me any longer. Say that you love me."
"Okay. But one condition."
"Anything you want."
"You won't dump Potter tonight."
"No Panse! NO! You can't demand…no Panse. You know there's no hope."
"I just said you shouldn't dump him. There was nothing said about marrying him or so. Enjoy the time with him. Look at you. That is what will happen to you and your environment when you suppress your feelings for him, but worse."
"Panse I can't"
"Oh yes you can. Look its half past eight. Two and a half hours left till eleven. Take a shower, try to at least relax a little and dress nicely. Show him your great sense of fashion. Impress him. Be nice. Treat him how you've wanted to treat him since the first time you felt affection for him. And you will see he will fall for you, if he hasn't already."
"Pansy, I..."
"Don't you dare cross with me now. You will do what I said. You promised me."

Blaise is right. She really gets what she wants. No matter what. No matter how.

"Yes."
"Good boy. Now up to your room. What are you waiting for?"

I'm just too soft. Everyone can talk me into everything. And I was supposed to become a Death-Eater? Don't. Think. So.

"Night Pansy."
"Draco? One more thing. Am I really worse than a circular saw?"

The blonde chuckled slightly and was about to close the door from the outside.

"No, love. You're equal."

And he heard the "DRAAAAAAAACOOOOOOO MAAAAALLLFOOOOYYYYY AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH" up to his room.

Okay, Fine. I promised her, and a Malfoy keeps his promises. – I shouldn't have apologized. Getting hunted down by Pansy is more bearable. I should have known it. How long have I known her again? Oh yeah, right, MY WHOLE FUCKING BLOODY LIFE. I knew it. She is the devil in disguise. – breathe, Draco, breathe. – I'll take a shower, maybe I can drown myself.

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(Harry)

And Harry nearly died out of nervousness and fear. He felt like he had signed his death verdict or sold his soul to Hermione. Every time he thought about his 'promise' he felt sick and was happy there was nothing left to throw up. Well, as happy as you can be about feeling sick.
From lunch time on he looked so miserable, even Hermione wasn't disappointed to hear he would stay in his bed till night.

Shortly after dinner the girl walked into the 7th year boys' dorm of Gryffindor, with a little tray.

"Harry? Are you awake?"

She heard a muffled 'hmhm' through the curtains and opened the curtains slowly. The Golden Boy lay spread over his bed and was starring at the ceiling with emotionless eyes, not even looking at her when she sat down next to him.

"I brought you some dinner."
"I'm not hungry. But thanks."
"You haven't eaten all day. Please Harry."
"Yes, yes. Fine, gimme that bloody tray. I listened to you because of tonight. Why shouldn't I let you overview my eating habits?"
"That was mean and low. - I didn't force you. You don't need to do anything I told you last night. It was a suggestion of mine. Nothing more."
"I know. Sorry."
"Accepted. You're nervous."
"THAT is the understatement of the century."

Harry paid no attention to the dinner and put the tray aside. He looked at Hermione and saw her concerned eyes and her wary smile.

"You don't need to give me that look. I'm not mad at you –any longer. And I decided to try it, about two hours ago. Although I'm not at ease with it, because you do know, Ron knows and well the whole bloody situation. I never thought to plan...to plan...-stop the giggling."

Is anybody taking me seriously here? I mean I'm the bloody boy who lived. I saved the wizarding world. I hexed Voldemort into a heap of ashes. I... – okay I'm laughable. I have enough arse to destroy a lunatic and his plans, but I don't have the guts to try to give head to someone I like. That's pitiful.

"Originally I came to help you."
"Uhuh?"
"Yeah. Helping you with clothes and your hair?"
"Herm! It's no date. I'm fine with the clothes I'm wearing and my hair."
"You will definitely wear another set of clothes. I didn't spend hours of shopping with you in London for nothing. I wonder why you spent so much money on clothes, that are now rotting in your trunk. You should always wear them, why don't you?"
"Because I wear robes at school you know?"
"Oh that's news to me. Do you want to tell me, you're naked under your robes? Because that's the only excuse I would accept. And what are you wearing at the moment? I mean those clothes of yours. One day I will burn them. Perhaps tonight is a good day to begin with."
"You wouldn't."
"I would, with relish. Harry, the clothes we bought are nothing special, they are casual and they look very good on you – AND they fit."
"I'm just used to what I'm wearing."

Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry's trunk.

"Go. Take a shower. I will look for 'decent' clothes. What? You don't need to glare at me. Just go."
"Yes mom."

She will burn my clothes, for real. Sometimes I think she has a tendency towards sadism. Or simply loves to remind me that she has Power over the Boy-who-lived and can boss him around.

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Harry walked down the last stair to the third floor and stopped at the corner to take off his invisibility cloak. He was wearing light, low hanging jeans, revealing the band of his boxers and hugging his arse perfectly. A plain black button-up shirt and new chucks finished the outfit. (Ann: Sorry. I love those shoes too much. They needed to be mentioned. ;p)
He peeked around the corner and saw Draco waiting in front of the tapestry.

I can't do this. – I have to. – But I can't. – Oh Potter, don't be such a wimp. Go around the corner and over to Draco. – He looks stunning. How did he make it so that he looks even hotter than usually? – Okay Potter on three. ...1...I think I'm starting hyperventilating...2...NOOOO! I can't. I'll tell him tomorrow I forgot...3!

…and he walked around the corner.

Draco stood at the tapestry and tried to look as relaxed as possible, not letting Potter see, that he felt like peeing in his pants and running for cover.
The blonde saw Harry coming around a corner and started goggling.

How? I mean...WHAT THE FUCK? He looks gorgeous. No scratch that. He always looks gorgeous, but this is...Hot! Yes, hot and…and, oh god, fuckable. He didn't do that for me, did he? -
Draco stop starring or you will start to slobber. – No. I would never... -maybe a little.

"H-Hi Draco."
"Hello Potter."

Ugh Malfoy you jerk. He's Harry. HAR-RY!

"What happened to your clothes, Po-Harry? Don't say it's all because of me."

The blonde lifted the tapestry and opened a hidden door. Not waiting for Harry's answer he ushered the Gryffindor into the room and closed the door from the inside.
The lights went on and he could see a rather nice blush on Harry's face.

"So what happened with your clothes?"
"Eurm to tell the truth Hermione happened. She burned my old clothes."
"Really? I'm impressed. Have to thank her for it."
"So you, you like it?"

Goddamn I sound like a girl. Maybe I should turn around myself, too. – If I do THAT, I'll go and hang myself. Or I'll bring back Voldemort from the dead to kill me.

"Eurm yeah kind of. It's an improvement."

...to get into my pants. – BAD Draco. Back to business.

They were still standing at the door of the room. It was nothing special. Some would say it seemed like a guestroom, kind of. A sofa in front of a fireplace, a table with two chairs across from each other on the other wall and at the end of the room a usual bed, with a door to a bathroom on its right. Really nothing special or exciting.
Draco walked past Harry, deeper into the room and back, he was pacing again.

I feel sick. This was a bad idea.

"Harry, I wrote you I need to talk to you and I..."
"Wait!"

The Slytherin stopped and looked questioningly at Harry, and slightly pissed –No one interrupted a Malfoy-.

Except a Harry Potter, apparently.

"...I know what you want to say."
"Really?"
"Please, can I...can I tell you, ask you first, before you say what you need to say? Please, just one more time. I will never ask again, I swear."

What does he think I wanted to tell him?

Draco leaned against the back of the sofa and looked at the dark-haired vacantly.

"I guess you want to ask for another lesson? Am I right?"

Harry lowered his head and played nervously with the hem of his shirt, showing the band of his boxer shorts and some flesh unintentionally. His face was burning with embarrassment and he stared with fixed eyes at the ground, in order not to show Draco his flushed face.

Why do I feel like a defendant? How does he know? Am I that transparent? I feel like I've been caught in the act. – Calm down. Long slow breaths. If he knows already, there's no need to break it through him, anymore. God, lucky me I didn't eat anything today, wouldn't give the best impression throwing up in front of Draco. – Draco. Hmmm – He looks so good. I want to kiss him, now. I want him pressed against me, now! NOW! NOW!

Draco, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip in delight. The sight in front of him made him restless and he couldn't take his eyes of the ever so slightly revealed naked spot.

This is such a tease. This fiddling is driving me insane. Naked skin- covered skin- naked- covered- naked- covered. Bloody hell Harry, tear open that shirt already and show me everything.

"So? Am I right?"

NOW!

Harry changed into a predator. His eyes were burning with lust and desire for his prey. He took four long, fast strides and stood in front of Draco. Just about 30cm (approx.12inch) between them.

What is going on here?

"Yes you're right, Dra-co."

Hot lips crashed down and the blonde was frozen to death. He let his mouth ravage and watched Harry with wide opened eyes.
The Gryffindor closed the gap and pressed their bodies together. He moaned into the kiss, feeling Draco's body finally against his own.

He knew why he was gay. A firm chest pressing completely against his own. No disturbing breasts keeping him slightly away from his partner, from feeling him all over and not enough space to even let a piece of paper between their bodies.
The dark haired boy kissed Draco's chin and licked very slowly down to the small dent between his collarbones, savouring the taste of the pale, beautiful creature in front of him.

Draco groaned in pleasure and snapped out of his 'shock'. He grabbed Harry's shoulders and pushed, keeping him an arm's length away.

"What kind of 'lesson' is this supposed to become? Because I think for the kissing there are no more lessons necessary."

Do I have to say 'thank you' now? Better keep my mouth shut.

How did I make that? How could I push him away? If I hadn't, I would have complied with everything he wants. What? Why? Can't even think coherent sentences anymore.

The Gryffindor blushed and looked down, recognizing the hint of a curve down Draco's pants. He smirked, but knew he wasn't doing any better.

"Harry?"

Hmmm not bad, but now less questioningly and more moaning, please. – I love it when he says my name.

"Har-ry?"

Hmm again. Again? Oh eurm is he talking to me?

"Huh?"
"Will I get an answer?"
"Eurm ha eh what was the question again?"

Headdesks

"You want another 'lesson'. For what? And why did you kiss me? Don't tell me for practise."

Not? Shame! Excuse, excuse I need a bloody excuse. Harry think! Quickly. I was...I am...I did...

"I...to persuade you."

What? Is his brain working straight? You don't need to persuade me. Oh eh right, he has no idea. – But if he has no idea, why is he trying to persuade me? – Lessons you dork.

"For what? What do you want to learn?"

Oh god. I sound like a 50 year old, paedophilic teacher. That's disgusting.

Harry felt his body heat rising fast. If it was possible to blush at the whole body, he had his first confrontation with this experience. Draco's hands were still on his shoulders and he wanted to swat them away. The touch, moments before the best he had ever felt, was burning him through his clothes and he thought it would leave marks.
The Golden Boy took one step back and Draco let go of his shoulders.

I can't do this. I have to get out of here. I can't do this. Out. OUT. OUT!

He looked up at Draco, exposing a broken soul through his slowly with tears filling green eyes. If it hadn't been such a sad moment, you could have called the sight beautiful. His beautiful green eyes seemed to glow like cat's eyes, because of the light, which reflected in his tears.

"I can't."

And the boy-who-lived turned aside and ran to the door. He flung the door open and ripped the tapestry down while he ran through the door-frame, round the corner and he was gone.

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FIN!
No just kidding. Just a pretty evil cliff-hanger. But honestly #cough# oh my, that came a little bit unexpected, even to me. I swear on the grave of Tom Riddle Senior that I didn't want it to end like that. I had a rather different plan for this chapter at the beginning. Wow! I'm still stunned.

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