Here you are. Chapter …well I'm not sure. Draco and Harry are really starting to fall 4 each other now. If u want a disclaimer feast ur eyes baby. NOT MINE! So there. Reviewers, u are awesome. Every time I read one it makes me go straight to writing. Oh and this is kinda getting to the middle of the story if you're wondering how long it is.

Till loads more to come. Blimey. I'm taking off a couple hours of sleep tonight to write this! Writings kinda cool. Oh, and to all the emo writer/drawer gay dudes out there, u rock. And so does everyone else!

"Did you hear Harry?" Ron asked excitedly, laying himself across the common room floor. Harry bent down and pulled up Ron's pants, which were slipping a little bit down his waist. It was done totally out of brotherly affection though. Sure, Harry felt spurts of lust for his best friend now and then, but ever since Draco had come into his life they'd been growing less and less. This was good in a way. Ron had always seemed more like a brother than anything else.

"Hear what?" He asked absently. Ron leaned up on his muscular arms.

"Sex ed. Harry. Sex ed!" Ron practically squealed

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Sex ed. We're having a sex education class every week for the rest of the month. For all the seventh years. And you know the best part!?" Ron was practically bouncing on his heels, even though he was lying on the floor.

Harry smiled at Ron with fond, attachment and ran his fingers through his hair, then pulled away, chiding himself. He forgot that every time he touched Ron, he would get an impression the Harry was into him. He didn't want that. But Ron was just so cute! Like a brother he'd never had. And he liked touching other people. He liked being touched.

"What's the best part Ron?" He asked. Ron reluctantly stopped gazing at Harry to answer. "We're going to get the hottest teacher! I saw him Harry. He's so hot." He grinned. Every since Ron had come out about being gay, he'd been so much happier and self confident. He hadn't really sat Harry down and told him. They'd just come to an understanding.

Harry rolled his eyes. "So you're going to spend sex e.d class fantasizing?"

"That's enough sex e.d for me." Ron said devilishly. "So get ready! I want to look good for him."

"Ron you'll look good no matter what." Harry said, and then bit his tongue. Flirting came so easy with Ron, but he didn't mean it. He tried not to anyways. Ron glanced at him, but chose to ignore it.

The sex education teacher lived up to Ron's standard of hot. Six foot one with the most delectable body Harry had ever seen, with tanned flawless skin and shoulder-length hair. Yes, he was sinfully handsome, and looked hardly over nineteen in what looked like a Japanese school uniform, top button undone. 'I wonder what Draco's body looks like.' Harry couldn't help question. He wasn't gay, or so he told himself, but Draco was getting really enticing, only showing his a sliver of his well developed abdomen while they were kissing. And when Harry was comforting him, usually holding Draco in an easy to access position in his lap, he never took advantage of the boy's body.

He could see Draco ravishing the teacher with his gaze as well, who was painfully oblivious to the fact the half the boys and all of the girls in the class were staring at him, with wide sexually-glazed eyes.

"Umm, so most of you are probably going through some special changes right about now." The professor began. Ron sniggered. "Yeah, like about six years ago." He whispered. Harry nudged him as the professor continued. "Anyone know what I mean?"

Harry had to smile.Everyone there knew what he meant, except Ron, because he'd missed all his chances, him, because he believed sex only came after love, which he'd never been with, and hopefully Draco. He just couldn't imagine Draco having sex with anyone. He seemed so innocent, and he never seemed to like it when Harry went past first base. Even when his hand accidentally brushed Draco's crotch, Draco would stiffen, get submissive, and look like he was about to burst into tears. It took so much coaxing to get his out of those slumps, and recently, he'd taken up singing, which always did the job.

Draco. All he could think about was Draco. Draco had been the one that said that he never wanted love from Harry. Harry understood this. He didn't love Draco. That was preposterous. There was the war coming on and Draco was on the total opposites side, his sworn, enemy, a slytherin. 'And a sweet sensitive beauty, who desperately needs love and stability in his life.' His mind rudely interrupted.

'Shut up.' He snapped at it.

"To show you what I mean everyone get into pairs." The professor said cheerily.

Harry sat in his chair. He really wanted to pair up with Draco, but it would look wired if he made a move towards him. Draco seemed to be going through the same turmoil. But if they weren't friends then why?

'Who am I kidding? If you spend enough time comforting and kissing a crying boy, you're bound to get closer.' Harry mentally slapped himself for kissing Draco. He should have never. Everyone was paired up now, except Draco, so it didn't look all that suspicious when Draco came over to him, head lowered.

"We're going to see which parts of the body people are more attracted to. Everyone face your partner."

Harry turned towards Draco, who was looking at his with cold grey eyes.

"Take your hand and rub gentle circles on their shoulder."

Harry lifted his hand and began caressing Draco's shoulder. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, that Ron was paired with Blaise.

Draco was looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting his lip so as not to moan. "Harry." He whispered out.

"Now move you're hand up and touch their cheek. Are you feeling it?"

Draco shuddered as Harry followed the professor's orders. "Yes, yes I am."

Their teacher was standing over them now. "Everyone stop." He said quickly. Everyone else in the room stopped and turned to Harry and Draco.

"Now there is a big difference between love and lust. Do you see the way he's looking into the other boy's eyes? Such affection, such passion."

Draco was blushing, but Harry wasn't hearing. He had eyes only for Draco. Moving forward, he put his arm around Draco's waist.

"He's telling him how much he needs him right now. He's telling him how much he wants to be with him." The professor sounded excited that such a bounty of furious romance was going on in his classroom.

Harry stopped touching Draco's cheek, and brought him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead, while holding the back of his neck. Draco couldn't breathe. What was Harry doing?

There was a murmur as everyone began talking, the girls sighing at how cute that was. Harry didn't care. He wanted to be with Draco so badly. It was something that he just realized. The depth of the amount of affection he gave to Draco.

Draco's arms were brought up and his hands were pressed against Harry's chest. He put his arms around Draco's waist. "Draco, you're so special to me." He whispered so he was the only one that could hear. Draco shuddered. Looking up, he saw that Harry's eyes were swimming with something. Something deep, and...loving. It was scary. He'd told Harry not to. But could they really help it?

"I want to take care of you Draco. Let me take care of you please."

Everyone in the class had gone back to what they'd been doing. They'd lost interest in what seemed to be two boys holding each other for no reason, but what were really two boys fighting hard with their feelings.

"I… I can't. You know I can't. And you know why. I told you already. And plus, I don't love me and you don't love me. Right?" Draco whispered. Harry pulled the smaller boy towards him, feeling confused and insecure. "I…I don't love you. I just want to keep you safe."

The class was sitting to take down some notes, but they were still in their pairs, so Harry sat beside Draco. "Oh I'm leaving school in two days." Draco suddenly said.

"What?"

"Yeah I'm going home. My dad has something to tell me. Says it's important."

Harry frowned and squeezed Draco's hand. "You think you're going to be alright?"

Draco nodded, smiling across the table at Harry. There was no denying that he and Harry were no longer enemy's and were getting a little too close for friendship.

Maybe it would be good to get away from him. Maybe it would release some of the tension between them. He hoped his father didn't hurt him.

Blaise and Ron were talking with each other animatedly, close to each other. Harry hoped they'd get together. That would be really good for Ron, and everything would be a lot less sticky between them.

"I'll be fine, I'm sure." Draco's voice had a hint of its old aloofness. Harry smiled. "Come back soon." He said wistfully, before turning back to his word. Draco chanced a side glance, wishing everything was as easy as he said it was. What was his father planning to do to him? His stomach tied in knots, what did he need him for? Why was it that important? After the last time his dad had abused him, he didn't need anymore. He touched his ribs delicately. They still hurt, and his arm too. He hoped he wasn't in trouble.

Next chapter- Draco goes home! What's going to happen?

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