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Waking up around four in the morning Harry could not fall back asleep from all the thoughts that were circling in his head. He had sex with Draco Malfoy, Draco and him, he was inside of his- they, together- how he did allow that to happen? Sure he was seventeen, hormones and everything made him want it but Harry never acted on his impulses. It wasn't like him, plus he didn't think twice about allowing Draco to do what he pleased with him. After half an hour of staring at the sleeping male in his arms he settled on his theory.
He may have the mind of a virgin but he was in Evil Harry's body, and it had intercourse all the time. Usually when he felt an urge, to let's say kiss someone, his body reacted in wave of heated mortification convincing him to banish his mind set. With the right coaxing Harry's body was alright with sex- or fucking as it was because it craved the touch. Remembering Draco's lips on his he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was kind of wrong but his lips didn't care whatsoever.
Harry had even grabbed his arse more than a few times without thinking about it. He'd have to be more careful, the only reason that he rejected Blaise was because he scared him enough to take control of the body he was currently residing. Sure it left him a little hot and bothered, but it shocked his mind into walking away. When he found out Draco loved him his mind became okay with Draco touching him. That had to be the answer because Harry certainly did not want to do what they had done so soon when he barely knew this Draco, but it came almost natural.
Dumbledore definitely didn't prepare him for any of this.
Draco started to stir as the sun came up; it was interesting to see his body worked like an alarm clock. Right as the sunlight touched his face his gray eyes slowly opened. It took him a moment to understand where he was before smirking at Harry, causing him to blush. Neither made any effort to speak nor move away from their embrace. He sighed and snuggled closer to Harry, closing his eyes again so he didn't ruin the moment.
Harry wished now he'd snuck out of bed to brush his teeth since he was painfully aware that the chocolate from last night had left a disgusting taste. He hoped Draco wasn't into morning breath. Ew. Suddenly the curtains were split open and standing there was Tom, beaming at them both. Somehow in the middle of the night one of them pulled the blankets over their bodies so they weren't caught completely in a graceless state.
"Morning," Tom sang, who knew the evil dark lord was such a morning person? "Time to get ready gents; have some entertaining learning to accomplish." He truly was demented.
"Sod off," Draco turned to him trying to shut the curtains but Tom just opened them up all the way. Harry could now see that Nott had a camera in hand, after the flash he ran away before either could react. "You bloody git!" The blonde yelled as he sat up ready to run after him, he looked down at his nude chest and decided it was better to get him later.
"Sorry we just had to," Tom shrugged and walked away not bothering to close the blinds. Draco was forced to exit the bed naked to grab their clothes. Blaise was already up and ignoring the pair as he grabbed a book to head down stairs still fuming about the situation.
This left the two boys alone to get ready for the day, heading into the bathroom Harry felt relieved to brush his teeth, finally. Once he was finished Draco dragged him to the shower and cleaned every inch of his body. As he was washing his hair Harry couldn't believe how being with another male could be so sensual. Was it his body that made him want to snog the boy in front of him or had he wanted to but never allowed himself to think so? It was all very perplexing but he knew for a fact that Draco made him feel damn good. Returning the favor to Draco they shared slow velvety kisses not trying to rush the time they had together before class.
As Harry exited the shower and pulled on his discarded jeans from the night before he watched Draco as he dressed. He had so many burning questions about what Evil Harry had put him through. On top of the desirability it was easy for Harry to be nice to him because he was an ideal boyfriend, if he ever admitted it to himself. Even though Harry didn't quite think himself bent he was sure that Draco would be this sweet with any one of his lovers. It made him wonder what the Draco from before was like in a relationship. Shaking his thoughts from his head he promised himself that this wasn't the boy he knew, it was a completely different person. The Malfoy he remembered would never, ever show that level of affection to anyone and most definitely not to Harry.
Then he wondered what had made Evil Harry attracted to guys in the first place? Maybe Blaise seduced him into the world and Draco happened to go along with them? As far as he could tell his friends were quite aware his of his involvements that excluded women. It was strange trying to picture himself with Ginny or even Cho doing the things he did with Draco. Also on his mind were his old friends and if he should try and patch things up with Mione. If he could somehow get that far maybe he could also get through to Ron and everyone else. Harry out of the blue thought he hadn't seen the red-head at all since he'd been back. Usually Ron was the loudest one of the group, without trying to be he could gain half of the Great Hall's attention.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry from behind. "What are thinking Potter?" He chided melodiously.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He returned humorlessly and quickly kissed him once. "Breakfast time?" Causing the other male to laugh, he took it as a yes.
When they entered the Great Hall it was like he was back in his own time. Everyone stopped talking as they saw the couple holding hands. Hushed whispered and gossip spread like wild fire. Draco blushed and ducked his head down but Harry took it indifferently because he was honestly used to it. When they sat down Harry didn't even look up when someone from the Hufflepuff table shouted at them and stormed out of the Great Hall. He was too hungry to care what was happening around him and he didn't understand the gravity of the circumstances that was taking place around him.
"Well now you've done it, mate. You've got half the school up in a hissy fit." Nott said loudly as he buttered his toast. "What a way to start the year, the whispers, the attention, it's like Italy all over again."
Ignoring him Harry happily ate his eggs and sipped his pumpkin juice. "Don't know why anyone cares. It's not like it's going to last." This brought him away from his food, looking up he saw Mione standing in front of him with the same glare as on the train, except this one looked darker than before.
"Leave him alone Granger, he's trying to eat you know. Don't want him throwing up by looking at your pasty complexion." Blaise interjected rudely as he sat next to Nott. "Run along, Tom isn't here so there's no need to ruin everyone's morning."
"Bite me." Hermione said boldly.
"Not even if you paid me mudblood." He tossed back.
Harry couldn't help himself, Hermione was his friend no matter what dimension he was in. "Hey, shut it Blaise. Besides she's doing nothing wrong. Don't call ever her that, she's way more intelligent than you'll ever be. Take it back, now." The level of shock on the Italian's face was at about a 99.9% as his mouth was stupidly agape that Harry would ever defend a Gryffindor, especially her. "Take it back." He repeated more seriously than before.
"Fine, she's not a mudblood just a bitch." Blaise hissed angrily and slammed down his silverware to leave the dining hall.
Harry turned to Hermione whose glower softened but it was replaced with hesitation at truly believing what just happened. "I don't need you to help me Potter. I'm perfectly capable of talking down one of your pets." With that she turned her heel and marched back to her own table. Harry didn't mind that she hadn't said thanks; he was glad that the opportunity arose for him to show his true colors. Tom joined them at the table having been chatting with his dad, "I have to say, that Granger chick looks pretty adorable when she's flustered." Not saying anything about Harry's sudden heroic moment, Nott took the chance for him.
"What the hell was that about?" He looked amazed and confused at the same time. "You never speak to that girl let alone defend her when Blaise takes jabs."
"Yeah um, well," Harry needed to come up with a good reason for his action, "I didn't want to piss off the Head Girl anymore I suppose. She did tell me she'd keep a close eye on me. Better help her out where I can, even the score a bit?" He didn't know if they bought it but he crammed some bacon into his mouth so that he wouldn't have to talk anymore.
"Yeah like she could catch you," Tom snorted. "She's cute and clever but you're just un-catchable mate. Probably why everyone's so fascinated with your monogamous liaison."
Harry looked at him and thought how angry he became that ex-Voldie expressed interest in his friend. He couldn't fathom the idea that Tom Riddle-Snape was into her even if it was because he was attracted to her brains. It was like a druggie having interest in a little sister; he couldn't help but feel protective. He was brought out of his thoughts when Draco clutched his hand, looking up he saw that he was wary of his actions but he didn't refute them by talking about it.
"Yeah didn't think anyone would really care you two were together." Nott continued. "It's not like you were enemies or anything, probably just angry one-night stands wondering why Harry didn't let them hold their hand to breakfast. Think about it that is like at least forty livid ex-lovers-" Tom kicked him under the table; the conversation was making Draco feel extremely self-conscious.
"Anyway, what's first on the agenda?" Tom brought out his schedule not apologizing for his bruising kick. "My favorite, Defense against the Dark Arts." Ironic. "What about you two?"
Harry squeezed Draco's hand knowing they would have to talk about what Nott said. Harry now knew for sure that Draco would have to protect him, forty ex-lovers? It was a wonder he could walk!
"I think the same?" Harry answered not knowing his schedule.
"Yeah then Potions, Herbology, lunch, Transfiguration, and then a free period." Draco listed having memorized their schedule.
"How great, our days match." Harry smiled not knowing that Draco had done it on purpose, he even had to argue with his father about not having another class. He wanted to be at Harry's side at all times. "Maybe we could go to the pitch and play a little one on one of Quidditch." He thought aloud not looking at anyone's face. When he noticed the silence he looked up.
"You loathe Quidditch." Nott stated. "You said the only thing it was good for was 'watching charismatic poofters ride around on giant penis brooms bashing balls with their manly sticks.'"
"Oh," why was he fucking up so much? "Well, I watched a game with my dad and I think it looks like great fun, don't you think Draco?" He didn't know if he felt the same way not being to contemplate hating something as amazing as Quidditch.
"Yeah," he breathed excitedly, "that sounds like loads of fun! I can teach you some of the moves I learned on the team and show you how I caught the snitch third year-" Draco continued to talk, energized to be able to connect with Harry more. The black haired boy listened enthusiastically pretending to know nothing about it. Draco just about burst whenever Harry added compliments and praise for some of the maneuvers he'd pulled off. They wouldn't stop chatting about it as they walked to their first class. Tom and Nott added their two cents here and there but the conversation was mostly held by Draco whose arm was slung about Harry's waist like that'd always been together.
Harry didn't mind in the least, he'd received about ten death glares on the way and didn't want anyone to come up and talk to him. He also noticed some odd looks from the girls as well, he wondered if they were jealous that he was Draco's boyfriend or if they thought the couple was too adorable for words. He could never tell what women were thinking.
Entering the classroom Harry was thrilled to see Lupin was their professor. He wanted to wave badly at him but thought of how Hagrid reacted and decided to wait for him to wave first. Which he did as Harry and Draco took their seats in the middle. Harry was relieved that he wasn't on bad terms with him, and then he remembered that his father had complimented him on wearing Lupin's Christmas gift. He was practically family to him then.
Having a few minutes before class Lupin walked up to them. "Hello Harry, how's everything?"
"It's great Remus, can't wait for another great year." He answered genuinely. Lupin laughed and shook his head.
"Harry you don't have to pretend to want to be here. You're father told me how much you hate this class, would rather be learning to make sleeping droughts with Professor Snape. Hopefully you won't be too painfully bored this year. Hello Draco, nice to see you again. Ah, Tom I wanted to ask you about your admission into Auror training-" Lupin quickly moved away.
His favorite class was potions? It was interesting sure but he loved this class, probably with no impending world domination it did seem silly to take. He couldn't believe that Lupin thought he was boring, he learned how to create his Patronise with the man for goodness sake. Also, Thomas "Voldemort" Riddle-Snape was becoming an Auror? What was that about he wondered? What did Evil Harry want to be when he grew up, a porn star?
"I can't believe Tom got accepted and you didn't." Draco mentioned quietly. "It's better though, dangerous job that is." He lightly traced a pattern on the back on Harry's hand with his fingers.
"What are you going to do after school ends?" Wondered now the he knew Evil Harry ruined his future. His reputation probably trashed his chanced of achieving his dream.
"I don't really know," he returned uncaring. "I was thinking maybe get a job at the Ministry, maybe try and continue schooling and get my masters in potions and be an expert for field work?" It was his dream but he knew better that he'd end up staying at the Ministry with his father, not that he minded he just wanted a more exciting career.
"I think that's brilliant." Harry smiled. Draco turned red as Lupin called the class to attention.
"Today we will be learning a great deal about vampires, the myth separated from the fact. I'm sorry to say ladies that they do not in fact sparkle." This earned a laugh from the class. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. "Please open your books to chapter 23; the vampire does in fact sleep in a coffin-"
As the class went on Harry kept catching Draco staring at him, when he would look back the other turned forward as if he wasn't doing anything. The boy had it bad for him. He kept doing it through their classes and even during lunch. Before their last class Harry pulled him aside to ask him what was wrong.
"Nothing? Why did I do something?" Draco asked now worried he'd upset his boyfriend.
"No, it's just you keep looking at me like I'm going to disappear?" Harry pried even more, "You still think I'm playing some sort of sick joke on you?"
"I can't help it love, you've never- you have never been so-" He stopped himself when a shadow came upon him.
"Well, look at this. The It couple stealing away a few peaceful moments, how precious." Ron said, standing with his hands on his hips. "Didn't believe what I heard from the grape vine so I had to see for myself. The prat who ruined my life is now happy. Can't have that now can I?" Ron asked as he threw out a punch knocking Harry into the wall. Blood running from his busted lip. "Have fun sucking your boyfriend's cock with a broke face." He said calmly as he tried to take another swing. This time however Draco stepped in front him taking the blow. Thankfully a Professor was walking by and froze him in place before he could do anymore harm.
"Go to the Hospital Wing," they commanded. The two didn't need to be told twice as they practically ran away from the red-head. "You're not allowed on campus Ronald Weasley; I'm going to have to contact the authorities." Harry heard the professor say, wondering just what the hell Evil Harry had got him into now.