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Hey dudes & dudettes
Eurm okay...welll...yeah
Some of you wanted to slaughter me for the last chapter, some loved it and the rest was pittying Harry or Draco or both. But like I said...it was not my idea to end it like that
Anyway...here is chapter 09 and I bet with you; you will hate me again after this chapter (maybe, but don't hope so)
Come on you know you love me #puppy eyes# and you can't be angry with me for a long time.
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Lessons Part IX

words: (I just realised I forgot to let them count)

(Harry)

He was running like a maniac, not paying attention to his surrounding. Not wearing his invisibility cloak. Running, running, just away from the room on the third floor and in…the wrong direction. He wasn't sprinting upstairs to the Gryffindor tower, but downstairs. Ahead, around a corner, left, right and he came to a halt.

His side was stinging, his breathing was heavy and his heart felt like it was either blasting his thorax or jumping out of his throat and falling down on the ground. He wouldn't have minded either ways, because his heart ached from psychic pain and he would have been grateful to get rid of the piercing pain.

The dark-haired boy leaned against a wall and slid down, rolling into a tiny, sobbing Harry ball. He didn't know where he was, but he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared if the castle crashed down on him.

Great Harry Fucking Potter, just great. You fucked up, stupid shithead. Can't you do anything properly, dumbarse? – I'm the lowest. I ruined everything. Oh god, what was I thinking? Me and Draco Malfoy? I can't even meet his standards, let alone fulfil them. – What was I thinking? WHAT? – I made a complete dork out of myself. I lost my last piece of pride. – Maybe I should leave Hogwarts and start a normal life in London. Get a job, a flat and a boyfriend. – NO! I don't want anybody more than Draco. Just Draco. No one else. – He should be the only one who's allowed to touch me, to kiss me. Who will take care of me, so that I can take care for him? The only one who does possesses my body. Great Potter. Just awesome. Right back to the topic on hand. How can I give him my body, if I can't even ask him to show me... anyway, there's no need to think about those things. He's not in love with me and if he was, I made him change his mind with my gloriously pathetic exit. He must think I'm a total freak, a lunatic. Well…just the one and only Golden Boy who thinks the whole world rotates around him.

The broken boy untangled himself and stood up slowly.

Probably it's best if I drown myself in the lake. Or hang myself on the great oak. Or let myself be whipped to death by the whomping willow.

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(Draco)

Draco had watched Harry intently. Not turning his eyes away, he had felt like his heart was breaking into thousands and thousands of little glass splinters, which had drilled into his veins and were now distributed through the blood circulation, so that he could feel the pain everywhere.

He felt pain everywhere and did not know why. Harry stood in front of him and was breaking apart and he, Draco couldn't do anything but stare. He wanted to take the boy into his arms, to ask him what was wrong. He would have done something, anything, everything, just to see his love laugh again.

He couldn't. His mind was blank and his body felt petrified.

By the time Harry ran out of the room, he needed to sit down. He sat on the backrest of the sofa and tried to gather his mind.

'I can't?' Harry, what can you not do? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Oh god, what was he so afraid of? – Okay, okay, Draco calm down, you need to think. – No, think later, run now. Run after him.

The blonde jumped up and run out of the room and around the same corner as Harry. He ran as fast as he could, thankful for being in good physical condition through Quidditch, but stopped dead in tracks.

"FUCK!"

Shit! I shouldn't have cursed that loud. – FUCK! Where has he gone? Damn it! How can I find him, if I don't know where he ran to? – I can do it. Just need to concentrate.

He started pacing again.

Gryffindor Tower? No, he wants to be alone. – Astronomy Tower? Too far away. – Empty classroom? Oh god, please not. It would take years to find him. – Draco, come on, think, think. – He wants to be alone. He wants to either calm down or freak out… Outside? … Outside! He is outside. He must be outside. But if he is, I have to find him there as well. And if he isn't outside, I'm screwed.

He jogged down the stairs as fast as possible, not paying attention to the fact that his body screamed for more oxygen.

Harry, wait! I'm coming. Please, jeez, please don't do anything stupid.

He jumped down the last three steps and looked around frantically.

There he was, right next to the Prefects Bathroom and about to stand up.

Draco almost ran to the dark haired boy.

"Harry!"

No! Why did he follow me? To laugh at me? – I'm not paying attention to him.

"Harry! Where are you going?"

"To hang myself, to drown myself or to let myself be whipped to death, I'm irresolute."

"What? No! ...-...Pine Tree."

The Slytherin had grabbed Harry and dragged him into the Prefects Bathroom. He almost slammed him against the closest wall and pinned him against the wall with his arms.

"The hell you will. Are you completely out of it? What the hell happened that made you think about killing yourself?"

"It's none of your business."

"Don't speak with such a defeated voice. And look at me. I said you should look at me."

Harry lifted his head slowly and breathed heavy, he feared the anger in Draco's beautiful eyes. The memory of the previous morning scarred him.

He opened his eyes and saw...concern, fear and worry.

"What? Never seen a worried Malfoy before?"

"Hardly. – Actually, never."

Draco smiled softly and hugged the slightly smaller boy.

What is going on here? What happened to the real Malfoy? Never mind. I like the new one.

"Why did you run away? What was so hard to tell me?"

The Gryffindor tensed in the embrace and held his breath.

"Hey, calm down. Take your time. Just don't be afraid. It's certainly not that bad."

He has changed so much? Why? Who's the real one? – God, too many questions, I'm getting a headache.

Draco loosened the embrace and wanted to step back, giving the other time and space to calm down. But Harry clinged to him like his life depended of it. He dug his fists so deep into Draco's shirt, that the blonde was wondering why he didn't hear any ripping noises coming from his shirt.

He slung his arms around Harry's shoulders and pulled him close. Malfoy felt like he would suffocate the dark haired boy, because he had buried his face in Malfoy's shoulder. Slow warm breath broke through the fabric of his shirt and forced contact with his skin, assuring him he wasn't killing his secret love.

No naughty thoughts now! It would be tactless and unfitting. – But he smells so good. And his breath against my shoulder is no big help either. – Maybe I should test the boundaries? – He will run away again. No he ran away because of the question. – Perhaps he will relax a little.

His hand slowly went down Harry's back and stopped at the hem of the shirt, slightly touching the firm and well-trained butt. Draco shoved his hand gently under the shirt and felt the Golden-boy stiffen in his embrace, but relaxed right away when Draco began to draw small circles all over his back.

Ha! Who's Harry touching now? Huh Granger? – Oh god, how can I think about Granger NOW? – Eh, eh, eh, what is he doing? I thought he was devastated and broken and everything. – But hmm damn that feels good.

Harry tenderly licked along Draco's neck and sucked at his pulse once in a while, leaving tiny little red marks. The scent of Draco was too intoxicating to resist the urge of kissing him, even when he felt down.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

I knew it! He doesn't want me. He just ran after me and comforted me so that he wouldn't have pangs of a guilty conscience. I knew it.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I wasn't...I shouldn't have..."

"No, it's not what I meant. It felt good, but I thought I'm here to fondle you, because you're sad because of something."

It felt good? He's here to fondle me? This is an illusion, right? A figment of my imagination. I'm right, aren't I?

The blonde leaned down and kissed Harry innocently on the mouth, then on his nose, on his forehead, on his chin and again a soft kiss on Harry's mouth. The boy-who-lived kept his eyes shut and waited for the other to continue. He waited for another kiss; instead the hand on his back vanished.

"No."

"Ssshh."

Draco's hands closed around Harry's fists and pulled gently, gesturing for Harry to let go, but he didn't want to. Huge green eyes were pleading for contact, for not to let go.

He wants to get away from me.

"Trust me. Please, Harry."

The fists relaxed, the white at the knuckles disappeared and he let go of Draco's 'slightly' wrinkled shirt. The Slytherin put Harry's hands down and he obeyed. His own hands stroked carefully up Harry's chest to his collar. He grabbed the fabric firmly but not forcefully. His eyes connected with those green uncertain orbs in front of him.

"Do you trust me?"

The dark-haired boy blinked nervously.

Trust? For what? Why? I trust you, but why do you ask? And why do you ask now?

Does he have any bloody idea, what he's doing to me with those lost puppy eyes? Well anyway…what he's doing to me with his whole appearance.

"Do you trust me, Harry? If not, I shouldn't..."

"I…I…I trust…you."

Malfoy intensified the grip on the collar and pulled Harry into a long, passionate kiss.

That is what I had to trust you for? So what, I like it. – Hey, hey what…oh god…

The Gryffindor gave a deep, throaty moan when Draco started biting and sucking a path along Harry's throat. He opened the black shirt slowly, button after button and kissed every new revealed spot of naked skin.

Harry threw his arms around the neck of the Slytherin Prince, who slowly went down on his knees to get a better angle to bite, kiss and lick along Harry's chest and stomach. His hands got a grip on Harry's hips to pull him closer to his mouth.

Okay, now or never.

I could do that all bloody day long. But I should have decided on eurm... more spacious pants. – I want him so badly.

"Draco?"

"Hmhm?"

"Would you show me, I mean, would...oh god..."

Hurm if I'm not mistaken he likes it – a lot. Hehe

"Would you, would you teach me how to..."

Draco took his hands from Harry's side and opened his belt.

"Wouldyouteachmehowtogivehead?"

"Would you say that again? But with audible breaks between the single words, please."

Eurgh, I have to say it again? How mean.

"Would you teach me…how…to give…h-h-head?"

The blonde rested his head against Harry's stomach and tried to stifle laughter and minimize it to a chuckle.

What the fucking hell is so damn funny?

That was it? That was the big question, he didn't dare to ask? Oh Harry, you gave me a real shock for THAT? I told you I would show you EVERYTHING, I promised. We have a deal. – But if he asks to get taught instead of having sex with me normally, does that mean this is again for his bloke? – Draco you promised Pansy to have fun. Enjoy the moment with him and bother later.

"Actually I was on the best way to it, if you hadn't interrupted me."

"Oh."

He WHAT? Voluntary? For fun and games or what?

"So I would say, we call this a 'lesson' now and you pay attention, huh?"

"Pay attention, right!"

This is going to be fun.

Draco went back to his main occupation and opened the button and zipper of Harry's jeans. He wanted to pull the pants down, but decided against and looked up at Harry, who was watching him with nervous eyes.

"Okay?"

"O-Okay."

The Slytherin pulled the jeans down and left Harry's obvious erection just covered with a boxer short. He kissed the still covered dick and looked up, confronting Harry with a naughty look and the fitting smirk. Harry blushed a nice shade of pink and played anxiously with strands of Draco's hair.

"Keep a close watch on it, Potter."

The Golden Boy moaned in arousal, since Draco had spoken against his dick and sent shivers up and down his whole body.

Malfoy went some inches up and kissed his way back down, while he tugged on the waistband.

He yanked the shorts down in one swift jolt and made Harry squeak in fright. The young man tried to cover his manhood with his hands, but failed miserably when Draco got a grip on them.

"Tststs I said watching, not interfering."

He kissed the palms of both hands and let go, to put his own back on Harry's hips.

Well, here we definitely have a piece of candy, I would say so. His old, finally burned, clothes really hid a lot. First this unbelievably small firm arse of him, then this perfect muscled chest I want to mark with my mouth and my nails and now this 'little' Mister here. – Let's see how long I can tease him, till he's begging me.

Soft kisses were placed along the shaft. Draco licked his lips and placed a wet kiss on the tip, to blow air over the wet spot and Harry held his breath. Hands dug harder into his blades and he knew his 'student' had closed his eyes to enjoy and was not paying attention. The blonde bit Harry's inner thigh, not too hard, but hard enough to get the attention back.

"Oww! Draco, fuck, that hurt."

"Oh, come on you liked it. Look you get even harder. – You should pay attention or I will do it again."

Besides I think it's a really nice place for a love bite.

He soothed the red spot with his tongue and worked upwards Harry's balls, licked along them veeeery slowly, but paid no attention to the throbbing 'problem' right in front of his face.

"Draco?"

"Hmhm?"

The blonde licked over the tip and sucked lightly on the same time, before he paid more attention to Harry's stomach and bellybutton. He felt fingers digging deeper into his shoulders and he knew it would leave bruises, but gave a shit. He would wear those bruises with pride and satisfaction, because he knew who had caused them.

"Draco, pl-please. I can't…just, please."

That was almost too easy.

"What Harry? What are you pleading for?"

"Please make me…come."

Malfoy stood up to look at Harry's flushed face and kissed him hungrily, now and then touching Harry's hard cock and making him squeak into the kiss.

The dark haired boy thrust his hips into Draco's direction, when he felt Draco's hands against his member. The pressure was nearly unbearable, but felt so good nevertheless. He wanted release. He wanted release now. He wanted release now through Draco.

"Draco please don't tease me any longer. Please!"

"Who said I would tease you. I just take my job as a teacher very seriously."

He licked along Harry's ear and whispered in a very seductive way.

"Should I make you come with my mouth?"

If he talks with this voice any longer, I will come just because of the sound. - He's driving me insane. Why is he teasing me so much? Is it so much fun to see me suffer? – If your name is Malfoy, obviously yes. Didn't expect anything else. –

"Yesss."

"But watch carefully, to learn."

The Slytherin Prince went down on his knees again and engulfed Harry's dick without hesitation. Golden Boys seem to be very sensitive at this spot, because this special one groaned out loud and tried to thrust himself deeper into Draco's throat, but was held back by hands on his hips. A tongue swirled around his tip and lips sucked first gently but became more forceful.

Draco relaxed his throat and swallowed Harry's cock completely. He bobbed his head up and down a few times and led his tongue along the downside of the shaft.

"Draco, oh god. Ahh hmm please don't stop."

The blonde scraped his teeth over the soft flesh and Harry inhaled sharply.

"How do you want to learn something with closed eyes?"

"Sor-ry."

"Look at me. Look me straight in the eyes."

Malfoy took Harry's length back in his mouth and looked upwards directly into Harry's eyes. He bobbed his head up and down, but stopped instantly when the boy who lived closed his eyes to enjoy the treatment.

The Gryffindor glared at him, for being such a tease, but moments later his eyes closed again and he tensed up.

"Draco, stop. Stop, I'm coming."

You know, that was my intention.

Draco fastened his pace and knew Harry would come any second, because his hands fisted in his blonde hair.

"Draco – Draco stop I'm com…"

And the dark haired boy shot his load down Draco's throat, who gulped it willingly.

Harry grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him up, he was still breathing hard but tried to focus on Draco.

Malfoy confronted Harry with a dirty smirk and wiped with his thumb some last droplets of cum from his chin, to suck it off seductively.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Bloody hell that was... oh my fucking god.

"You shouldn't, you didn't need to, I mean I said stop, but you didn't."

"Hmm maybe I wanted to taste you.

Awww he's blushing. Hehe. – Well that was my part. Think it's the best if I go now.

Maybe Panse has some booze left for me.

"Okay eurm I think that was your lesson so far. Probably you now want to go to your bloke and test it."

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OMG I'm so sorry. #hides behind tree and is waiting for the blow#