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The next morning Harry hated himself for agreeing to give the lessons. His stomach thought that it wouldn't be the right place for food so Harry had to run to the boy's room to throw up right before potions.

Then there was his next problem. The first thing he had to do after entering the dungeons was to admit that during the sixth year he followed other instructions than the rest of the class and that this had been the reason for his excellent skills.

Slughorn was rather disappointed but he encouraged Harry to try his best. That was a thing Harry found pretty hard to do while Hermione had this silly smug expression on her face. Moreover you could tell by Malfoy's bright smile that he thought it was kind of funny that golden boy Harry Potter wasn't as amazing as everyone thought.

He tried to follow the instructions as precisely as he could and read every line three times before going to work. Consequently he was so slow that he didn't finish half of the potion, but at least it had the right color and texture it should have at this point. In the end Malfoy's potion was well done but as expected Hermione's was the best which let her smug grin grow bigger.

Harry was too exited about the lesson for the first years, so he didn't care. He hurried to the third floor where a couple of first-years were waiting already. He breathed deeply and entered the classroom. The pupils were laughing and giggling and you could tell by their faces that they were quite excited.

Harry started with going through the list of names and tried to remember the faces. He decided to start the lesson with a simple question.

'So, what do you expect I'm going to teach you?'

'How to defend the dark arts!' a black haired boy called.

'Yes, I guess that's right,' Harry laughed. 'And can you think about some dark things?'

A girl with glasses and a long ponytail raised her hand.

'Yes, Mss Olden?'

'Dark creatures, like Vampires and Werewolves,' she answered quickly.

'Well, yes, you're right. But you have to remember that both are not evil as a matter of principle. They were human once and are just evil when they have to follow their nature. A werewolf is completely harmless, as long it isn't a Fenrir Greyback, when he is in his human shape. But enough of that. You will not learn about these creatures until third or fourth grade. Of course there are also other dark creatures you will be taught about. Many things that are less dangerous, but can you imagine other dark arts? Yes?'

'Curses,' the black haired boy from the beginning answered.

'Curses, of cause!' Harry smiled. 'I will start teaching you something that is useful against both, dark creatures and curses. It's a protection spell. Of course it won't be strong in the beginning and I don't know if one of you is be able to cast this spell today, but after a few lessons I'm sure you all will do great!'

After the lesson Harry hurried to the great hall. He was starving since he kind of didn't have breakfast. After lunch he had to do his potions homework because with the lessons there nearly wasn't time left to ignore homework and be lazy. Ron and Hermione weren't there and Ginny was sitting with Luna at the Ravenclaw table. What was going on? Didn't anyone of his friends want to know how his first lesson had been?

Scowling he ate his pasta with red sauce and went up to the library afterwards.

He was writing some useful notes for his essay down,when he recognized that someone was standing right behind him. He turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, reading the notes Harry had written.

'That's not correct,' he said and pointed on the second paragraph on the paper. 'I think you must have misunderstood Slughorn.'

'And what is correct?' Harry asked tentative. He didn't want to offend Malfoy when there was the possibility that his geniality was real.

'Well, I would say the marsh-grass has to be purple when you pluck it, not your hair.'

'Of cause!' Harry thought bashful. He changed the paragraph. Maybe he should start again, because the wrong answer was still readable.

'How was your first lesson?' Draco asked. Harry looked up in surprise. Why did Malfoy care and nobody else?

'Well, I think it wasn't that bad. But maybe you should ask a first year, so he can tell you,' Harry replied.

'I don't want to. I would like…to talk to you.'

Harry looked up into the grey eyes. There was sincerity. All of the sudden he recognized that Malfoy looked different. Of cause he looked as good as always, but the superiority in his posture had gone, there wasn't the well known hatred in his eyes.

'What happed to you?' Harry asked hushed.

'Harry! There you are! We searched the whole school for you!' Hermione and Ron were walking towards them.

'How was your first lesson?' Ron wanted to know.

'It was good, I think,' he said slowly and looked up to Malfoy again. Draco just smiled and turned away slowly. Harry was starring after him until he couldn't see him anymore.

'What was Malfoy doing here?' Ron asked suspiciously while Hermione was checking Harry's potions notes.

'That's all right so far but maybe you should start over new, I still can read your wrong sentences.'

'Oh, really?' Harry asked sarcastically and took a new piece of parchment out of his bag.

'Anyway, where have you two been at lunch?' he wanted to know.

'We, ahhm, were just…a bit late,' Ron stuttered and went red.

'Oh, just a bit late, hun?' Harry asked with a wide smile.

After a few minuets all three of them got up to go to charms. It would have been quit an interesting lesson, if Harry wouldn't feel so antsy again.

After dinner the seventh years had DatDA in the fifth floor. McGonagall had to take care that the lessons were not overlapping and there was no other possibility besides having lessons on Saturdays.

When Harry came into the room he was surprised to see that he had taught the most of his classmates already in fifth grade, so his flurry shrank a little bit. He smiled at his friends and sat down.

'Hey Harry, what curses do you teach us this year?' Dean asked loudly. Seamus laughed.

'Well, no curses this year, I'm sorry.' Dean looked a bit disappointed.

'But you will learn very strong defense spells. They are all unspoken and the only way to test them is to use powerful dark curses against your protection.' His classmates all looked very interested, some of them, especially the only Slytherin girl next to Draco seemed a bit scared.

'It will be very dangerous, that's why we won't start without Professor Shelton. It's my task to teach you the right healing spells. You have to know that wounds that are caused by dark curses are much harder to heal and you need special spells for that. I don't even know if those wounds can be healed completely. Probably there always will be scars left.'

Harry hesitated for a few seconds and looked at Draco. He still had the image of Malfoy's torn open chest, blood spilt all over his shaking body, tears in his eyes.

'Once I used such a dark curse and it was…awful, terrible, I can't describe this. I'm so deeply sorry for that. And I'm afraid I never apologized.'

Harry breathed deeply and regarded Draco. 'I'm sorry' he said and looked straight into those beautiful grey eyes.

'Mate, what the hell are you talking about?' Ron called. The class had fallen silent.

'Oh, sorry, I was just…thinking,' he responded a bit puzzled. He wasn't able to read the expression in Draco's face. There was no way Draco didn't understand what Harry just said, was there? Harry shock his head.

'Well, never mind. We will start healing common wounds and go on after that with dead animals. I'm afraid this is going to be a bit disgusting, but we have to use a dark curse to test our healing ability. Hagrid agreed to collect test objects for us.' Harry could see that all of the girls looked nauseated while the boys were grinning.

'I found this book in the library. It's very old, but I think it describes the movement you have to do much better than your new books. I want you now to read page thirteen and, let me see… the next two pages too. When you are finished please try the spell a few times. If you need help with the movement, you can look it up here or you can ask me. Any questions?'

Harry took a look around his classmates.

'Yes Hermione, of course you can try it immediately when you have read the whole book already,' he added smiling. She went a bit red and started moving her wand with concentration. Everyone else was reading for about ten minuets so Harry sat back in his chair behind the front desk. He thought he had done a good job. He watched Hermione closely. Even if she usually wasn't that good in DatDA it seemed that she would become a good healer.

He was ripped out of his thoughts when unexpected someone was standing in front of him. It was Neville, asking for the old library book. Harry handed it to him and sat down again. He observed how everyone was doing and saw that the most already had a good idea of what they were doing. Just one person seemed to have no clue what he was asked to do.

Slowly the young teacher got up and went through the desk rows towards the last one where Draco and the Slytherin girl were sitting. You could tell by Draco's sharp motions that he was only used to the hard and forceful movements that were used for curses. The light and velvet flows for healing spells were unfamiliar to him. Harry just watched Draco till he looked up.

'I'm afraid I don't get it,' he said and waved his wand forcefully. A few fire sparks were coming out, the Slytherin girl shrieked lowly and got up to sit at another desk.

'Sorry,' Draco mumbled. He looked down at the book once more and tried it again.

'Malfoy, wait, it won't work that way,' Harry interrupted.

'Why not? I'm doing exactly the move that's described.'

'Yes, but you're too forcefully. Try it like this,' the black haired boy said and moved his own magic wand smoothly through the air.

'That way?' Draco asked and sought to do it again. It still was too fast and too harsh.

'Well, better than before, but still…' Harry said and took Draco's Hand. He wanted to direct him but at the moment he touched the other ones hand he felt a shiver going through his whole body. It prickled where he contacted his bare skin. When he recognized what he had done he quickly let go of Draco.

'I…I'm…' Harry stammered and felt his cheeks turning hot.

In that very moment the bell rang and saved Harry from explaining his deeds. He cleared his throat and faced the class.

'Ok guys, I think we all are old enough to judge if we have to learn something. I won't give you any homework (Ron: 'Oh Harry, you're great!'), but please try the spell a few times for your own good.'

Harry went to the front desk and while he packed his things he heard Padma say something like 'that wasn't bad!' and Terry said to Hermione (Ron's ears were glowing red…) 'I think this is going to be interesting.' The young teacher was so happy about these reactions that he didn't notice that someone still was there.

'Thanks for helping me, Potter,' Draco said with a low voice.

'Well, I don't think it helped you very much, did it?' Harry laughed insecure.

'Maybe not right now, but I'm sure you will show it to me once more,' he said with sparkling eyes.

Harry felt that he was blushing again and damned himself for reacting like a fan girl.

'Well, sure,' he said simply because he wasn't able to articulate himself more verbosely right now.

'I wanted to offer you privet lessons for potions,' Draco said all of a sudden.

'I mean, I'm not bad and I think you should improve yourself if you want to pass the examinations and because you are helping me with this DatDA stuff and…'he said rather quickly and now it was his turn to blush slightly.

'I see, but I'm your teacher, so I have to help you,' Harry replied stupidly.

'Oh, so you wouldn't help me otherwise. I understand, I just thought, well, I will go now…' Draco said with harm in his eyes.

'No, Draco, wait,' Harry called. Draco nearly had reached the door. He slowly turned.

'What did you say?' he asked faithless.

'I just said you should wait. I…I'd like to have privet lessons with you,' he shyly admitted.

The two of them were starring at each other, both with light pink cheeks when suddenly the door opened. It was Ginny. Harry could tell by her expression that she had seen the look he and Malfoy had shared.

'I missed you…' she said and went over to him, laid her arms around his neck and passionately started kissing him. Her tong slipped in his mouth and tried to play with his'. It was wet and warm and just strange. He looked down on her. Her eyes were closed so Harry dared to take a look at Draco. He had gone.

Ok, I hope I'm not going on to fast with their relationship, (in fact you want me to go on faster, right?)

Hm, can someone tell me maybe the proper English name of the room of wishes? I think I read it somewhere but I can't fid it anymore and I need it for the next chapter…please??