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Draco

It was already late afternoon when I made my way back to the dungeons. After our first kiss I felt like skipping, after today I was floating.

In front of the common room door I stopped and rearranged my features. I've been hiding my true feelings for so long that the poker face came naturally to me. I didn't want to muck about with any of my house mates, and I most certainly didn't felt like answering their questions.

I crossed the common room as fast as I could with my head up high radiating haughtiness and indeed no one dared to even speak to me. I was especially glad that Pansy wasn't there, her presence would mean a lot of uneasy questions and right now I just wanted to go to sleep, it's been one of the busiest Sundays I could recall.

But once in bed I couldn't really sleep. I'll give you three guesses what I was thinking about… but- unlike what you think it wasn't about what we did all day. This time it was Oliver's eyes.

I never actually thought about people's eyes before, I always sneered on the "The eyes are the windows to the soul" crap. I knew people thought my eyes were cold, steel grey as they called them, just like my father's. When I first saw Oliver, all them years ago I thought he had brown eyes and brown hair, nothing too special. It was his other features that attracted me, but today I realized how wrong I was. Oliver's eyes aren't brown just like mine aren't icy blue (as my mother seems to think).

Green, gold, brown, hazel- it's all in there, lapping over each other, flowing next to each other. Oliver has the most amazing eyes, rings of colour that keep change. I never thought a person's eyes could change colour like that but his does. Deep brown when he's sad, angry flashes of gold and green like sparks from a fire forge when he's mad, and my absolute favourite- little golden lights swirling in deep green whenever he's excited, whenever he's buried deep inside me.

With this sight before me, I slowly drifted to content sleep.

The next morning I came to breakfast early, not because I was particularly hungry but because it was probably my only chance to see Oliver today. I had no idea if he was teaching today or when and even then, his classes were outside whilst mine where mostly indoors.

This morning he looked pensive and maybe even troubled. That bothered me, because I knew it had something to do with me. I was really hoping that he wasn't regretting yesterday, I was in a really fragile state at the moment, not sure where I stood with Oliver- was I his boyfriend? Are we a couple now? Or was I just an easy fuck?

Oliver lifted his head and caught my frown. He's lips curled into a sweet smile, assuring me that he did not regret yesterday. My face broke into a hearty grin. But before I could do anything a little more seductive a hand grabbed my arm and started dragging me away, almost causing me to fall over in a most undignified manner.

Pansy, my dear Pansy… she's the only one who could do something like that without suffering severe consequences.

She kept dragging me without saying a word, I knew she was probably bursting to get the details about yesterday but I wasn't eager to spill them out.

She shoved me into a classroom and closed the door with a loud bang. It was the first time I actually looked at her face; they weren't excited and eager with eyes wide and sparkling. Instead her face were angry, she looked like she was about to slap me,

"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" she almost shouted at me, I looked at her with polite interest. I had no idea what on earth she wanted from me, "What do you think you're doing with Wood? Have you no shame?" I shrugged, "What would your father say?"

"Hey! Leave my father out of this! He's not going to find out about it!"

"Ha!" she gave a dismissive snort, "With the way you're acting, do you honestly think nobody's going to find out with the way you two are going on?"

"And how is that exactly?" I was determined to keep my demeanour calm and quiet, the vindictive part of me knew this was a sure way to get her in a strop and in some subconscious level it was exactly where I wanted her, how dare she yell at me like that?

"Draco, are you blind?" She was actually shouting and so I cast a silencing charm on the room just to be on the safe side. "Of course you're blind, you're bloody in love!" the way she said it was more than a little insulting, like being in love was some kind of abomination.

"What do you want Pansy?"

"A little bit of common sense from you! Is that too much to ask? Draco, you cannot go around swooning every time you see Wood!"

"I do not swoon!" Now it was my turn to shout, this was getting out of hands, and who the hell is she to meddle in my affairs like that? Best friend or not, there are limits to what one can say!

"Yes you do! This morning alone you went all googly eyes on him! Draco, don't you realize? He is a teacher. Yes, I know he's not your teacher," she said dismissively before I could raise an objection, "But he is a member of the bloody staff and that makes this wrong! You could get expelled if this comes out! Surly you understand that…" her voice was becoming desperate and I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes were shining like she was about to cry and I suddenly felt really low, I didn't mean to upset her like that- she is my best friend after all. I rose from the table I was leaning against and came over to hug her. She buried her face in my shoulder and I could feel her body trembling against mine,

"I just don't want anything to happen to you," her voice sounded a little muffled against my shirt, "I don't know what I'd do if you got expelled and I would be left here all alone…" I tightened my grip around her,

"I'm not going to be expelled, don't worry. I promise to take extra care not to draw attention to myself on this." She nodded against my chest and looked up. This time her eyes were dry, that's my girl, and she smiled a small smile,

"You make sure you do." She said and planted a soft kiss on my lips. It was only my extreme bad luck, or enormous fortune (depend who you're talking to) that Professor Flitwick chose that precise moment to enter the room with a class of third years in tow.

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Oliver

Wrong, terribly wrong. A huge mistake. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I so deprived of sex that I actually slept with the first kid who throws himself at me? And if it is just sex why the hell can't I stop thinking about him?

I should never have done that, this is far too risky- to get into a relationship here of all places. Now that I'm a teacher I could actually lose my job and go back to square one, exactly where I was a month ago. And Draco could be expelled, and this will be entirely my fault and I do not want to be responsible for ruining someone's lives just because I needed a shag.

I caught his face this morning in the Great Hall, he looked worried. I can't blame him; I wasn't exactly encouraging him with my pale face. I couldn't sleep a wink last night- the scent of Draco on my sheets was driving my crazy. I couldn't stop thinking of him and how much I want him with me, in my arms, in my bed, in my life. But this morning the magic ended as soon as I left my room. It was a nice fantasy, sure, but I wasn't living in my London flat anymore, I couldn't just do whatever I felt like. I arrived to the Great Hall and saw all the teachers and students and then it hit me! What a huge mistake it was to take him yesterday. I couldn't treat him like random shag even if I wanted to. This is too weird even for me, I mean, Draco is in love with me, he has been for years and I never given him a second thought before coming back here.

And what on earth possessed me to think we could ever make a good couple? It was… it was like breeding a greyhound and a hamster- what you get isn't something you can race and it doesn't look cute on a wheel…

I looked down at my bowl of cereals, wondering if it had enough milk in it to drown myself with, when Professor McGonagall's voice was in my ear,

"Is everything alright, Mr. Wood?" I looked up at her in surprise, is everything alright? I wasn't sure at all. "Albus told me of the letter you got from your old team," Gods I completely forgot about that. It felt like years ago. I faked a smile as best as I could, after seeing Draco getting dragged away by that brunette girl there was very little I could do to escape my thoughts and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but than again, I didn't really feel like thinking anymore so basically I was royally screwed.

"I decided to stay here." I told McGonagall, as if it wasn't obvious from the fact that I was sitting here trying to pretend I'm eating breakfast.

"I'm glad you stayed." She said warmly and this time I didn't have to fake a smile but I felt worse than before. If only she knew… maybe I should have gone back to the team, drag my tail between my legs, bow my head and swallow my pride- it would have been the ultimate punishment for my stupidity. But I didn't, because I wanted Draco, because I wanted to sleep with him and I wanted to be with him and now I don't know what to do anymore.

A/N: The bit about the greyhound and the hamster isn't mine. I just came back from a sci-fi and fantasy convention, where the guest of honour was none other than Neil Gaiman, and I'm not going to go on about how cute and funny and oh, so British he is. But I saw a couple of his lectures and the bit about the greyhound and the hamster was his example of a really bad metaphor… and yes, he was very cute, extremely funny and surprisingly enough not as British as I thought he would be.