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Chp 3: Bad Habits: Naughty thoughts and Scheming.

Harry was annoyed. Actually no, he was VERY annoyed. He'd spent the better part of yesterday evening trying to explain to the entirety of the Gryffindor house, the best way he could with as little knowledge as he himself had, why Draco Malfoy had been moved from Slytherin. He'd told them as much as he knew on the subject, but still they pestered. Poking and prodding until finally Harry's mood had been reduced to that of a caged bear. It didn't help that this morning he'd had an endless stream of chatter coming from Draco and his new fan Hermione. He'd found that, as the day progressed, the blonde had a penchant for talking that called out to the strangle-him-now lobe in Harry's brain. Now Harry was headed down the steps from the boy's dorms to the common room. And who should come bounding up the steps than none other that the blonde himself.

Draco stumbled when he looked up and saw Harry and flushed when Harry's eyes were immediately drawn the Gryffindor house robes he had bundled in his arms. There was a moment of awkward silence before Draco cleared his throat. "I was looking for you." Harry's eyebrows rose but Draco didn't notice, he was still flushed and looked slightly pensive now. His scar was bright white against his flushed skin and his brow was puckered right in-between his eyebrows. Harry thought he looked absolutely adorable His platinum hair was in disarray, as it often had been since the day he'd come to get Harry, and he looked so harried that Harry couldn't help the compulsion to tease the blonde.

"Aww you missed me didn't you?" He crooned. "That's slightly flattering since I saw you like ten minutes ago." Draco shot him an annoyed look at that.

"Actually, I came to tell you that Hogwarts has seemed to have acquired a new class that is exclusive to seventh years." Harry blinked. Dumbledore hadn't mentioned a new class at the Sorting Dinner the night before. Curious Harry leaned against the wall and stared down at Draco asking, "So what is it? Who teaches it?" Draco's entire face turned completely pink and Harry's interest was peeked. Anything that turned Draco Malfoy completely red had to be pretty interesting.

"Uh well…its umm…really unorthodox to say the least…I don't see the point in having THAT kind of class….I mean…making us…." Harry watched as Draco gulped violently and continued to mutter to himself. "Completely unreasonable….!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco darling you're rambling….please try more coherent sentences." Draco's eyes, which had wandered while he babbled, snapped back up to Harry's. That was a cute little habit the blonde had….his eyes tended to wander and give away what he was thinking whenever his tongue couldn't…not an altogether bad thing. But now Draco was looking at him again so Harry decided he might as well try to pay attention also.

"Oh yes…what was I saying?" He pulled a face but Harry didn't remind him, there was no need, for directly after he answered his own question. "Oh right, the class." He took a deep breath.

"Hogwarts has taken on a magical…" Draco gave a nervous glance behind him, back down the stairs, and then turned and leaned up towards Harry, as if ready to impart a particularly scandalous secret. "A sort of…..Sex Ed class…if you will…" He stopped and glanced at Harry, who was surprised, but grinning now-the-less. "Well you know….to tutor in the ways of sex between magically inclined people…" He sighed and Harry could tell he was getting flustered by the topic. "It's supposed to teach us how to control our magic when we…." His blush this time turned his face as red as a chili pepper and Harry finished his sentence for him, "Have sex." Harry made a speculative noise….that Draco ignored of course.

"Exactly. But really, I don't think we should really have a class like that…it wouldn't really help….or at least, I don't think it would." He fidgeted with the robes he was holding. "Besides students would become just like rutting pigs-"

"Students are already rutting pigs." Harry interrupted. "C'mon Draco, don't be such a prissy tight ass." He said in his most cajoling tone, and then thought to himself, 'On the other hand…you can be a tight ass…' Harry grinned to himself. 'I like tight asses.' Draco was giving him a strange look so Harry smothered his smile with one hand.

"Shove it Potter." The other boy said, giving Harry a murderous look.

Harry couldn't help grinning as he said, "When, where, and how hard?" Draco scowled at him.

"Eww! Is that all you think about?"

Harry shrugged. "Mostly."

Draco rolled his eyes in disgust. "Anyway…oh I almost forgot." He reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. "Your schedule. I took the liberty of checking your classes…" Harry took the paper from Draco and eyed the big red Hogwarts seal, noting its half broken appearance. Harry raised an eyebrow and unfolded the paper. Double potions tomorrow….oh joy. Harry grimaced and glanced over the rest of his chart looking for the class Draco had mentioned, when he found it he grinned. Right after potions, what luck! Guess they'd known he'd need a pick me up to get through the remainder of the day.

"We've got all of our classes together by the way. Ironic isn't it?" Harry blinked and then gave a small cough. "Indeed." Draco again gave him a look that made Harry want to check for a third eyeball on his forehead instead of a scar. Harry shuffled his feet and looked away from Draco who made a sudden soft noise of surprise and jerked the paper from Harry's fingers. Harry's eyes shot to Draco who was pursuing the paper with a sort of distressed interest.

"What?" He asked, curious.

"It doesn't say Snape is our potions master this year!" Harry studied Draco's distressed face and felt slightly uncomfortable. He shuffled his feet slightly and then cursed silently when Draco's eyes shot to his. "You don't think he could've been sacked do you?" Harry blinked. It was, of course, a possibility, but he didn't mention this to Draco, instead he shook his head and offered the blonde a weak smile.

"Of course not...maybe he got...switched to another..." Harry's eyes went wide and he snatched the paper from Draco's fingers and searched it frantically for the D.A.D.A class. He let out a relieved sigh when Snape's name did not appear scrawled next to the course name. "He's not the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher either." He tried to keep his relief from Draco but he noticed the blonde's short glare before the page was taken from him again.

"Then what else could he possibly be? He's not potions or Defense of Dark Arts then..." Harry glanced at Draco when his voice dwindled off and he nearly laughed when he saw Draco's horror stricken face. "What?" He chuckled. "What's wrong? You look as if you just found out the Snape was having sex with..." Harry stopped mid-sentence, a horrifying thought creeping up on him. No...anything but that...Snape couldn't possibly...

Harry jerked Draco towards him and roughly pulled the hand that held his schedule towards him. He looked at the paper. A cold shiver rolled down his spine and goose bumps crept over his flesh. And at the same time, Harry in a disgusted, moaning voice and Draco in a high-pitched squeal, they both agreed..."Snape is the new Sex-Ed teacher?"

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