To Gain My Independence

Not even close to decent writing. I'm not thrilled with this chapter at all, the sentence order and everything just comes out horrible. I tweaked it the best I could, but this is what you get, sorry.

So I was rereading previous chapters and learned that Harry and Draco each used a mental image of Snape in a bikini to distract themselves. I didn't do that on purpose, but I find that weird how I used the same thing twice and didn't realize it.

Very pointless chapter with not much happening, but I figured this would be better then no update at all.

Rated: M

"Should I wake him?" Neville asked his roommates looking at Harry's closed curtains.

"Nah, he had a busy night, let him sleep," Seamus said trying to hide a smile, winking at a blushing Ron. Dean and Neville had no idea what they were going on about. Harry listened closely as they exited the room, he was also blushing. He waited for the door to close and finally let out a deep breath. He knew he was going to have to face the guys, and soon, but he was putting it off for as long as possible. Maybe they had no idea what he was up to, maybe Ron was the only one who heard him last night. It would be easy to convince his friend that he had a bad dream

Harry stayed in bed for half an hour before he got out and headed for the showers. When he was clean and dressed he headed for potions walking as slow as he could manage. Arriving at the dungeons he ducked around a corner and spied on the classroom door, waiting for everyone to go in. If Draco was saving him a seat like planned, he would wait to be the last one to class, and that would be the only empty seat. He wouldn't offend Ron or Hermione by not sitting near them, and he'd have an excuse as to why he sat by Draco.

After ten minutes, everyone had entered the potion room besides him and class was moments from starting. He was dreading double potions. Harry entered the potions room as silently as he was capable of and searched for a head of blonde. Sure enough there was an empty seat by Draco only two feet from where Harry stood, and he rushed to it. The seat was in the back row and the closest to the door, when potions was over, he could leave without Ron catching up to him. It was perfect. Harry stood by the empty seat, watching Draco who was taking deep nervous breaths. Draco's hair was full of goop and slicked back like he wore it when they were younger, he looked like he was actually trying hard to look nice. Not that he ever had to try.

"Is the offer to sit with you still good?" Harry asked Draco, who spun around in shock.

"Yeah, of course." Draco's voice relayed non of the surprise he just displayed.

"Hey Harry," Seamus said sitting at the edge of Harry's table, directly in front of him. "I didn't see you come in."

"Hey Seamus," Harry said, not looking his friend in the eyes.

"We missed you last night," Seamus said staring at Harry intently. "We all played in a chess tournament in the common room."

"I was pretty tired," Harry lied. Seamus' eyes glinted with something Harry couldn't put his finger on.

"You couldn't have been too tired," he looked at Harry who suddenly found his hands very interesting. "Your curtains were closed this morning, you woke up last night?" though it was a question, it sounded like a statement.

"Uhh, well yeah, bad dreams. You know how it goes." Seamus smiled widely.

"It sounded like a pretty damn good dream to me," before Harry could argue his case Snape entered the room and Seamus hopped off the table and went to his seat in a hurry. Draco was thinking over what Seamus said, and half a second after Seamus left he turned to look Harry in the eyes, as if to ask if it was true. Harry's deep blush told him all he needed to know. Harry had a wet dream.

"You may begin," Draco heard his godfather instruct. Damn! He wasn't paying attention and now he didn't know what potion they would be working on. Luckily Harry had his book open to the right page. Draco grabbed it, and slid it between them.

"We're making a moisturizer?" Harry asked bewildered. He found that a pointless potion to be brewing.

"Obviously."

"But that's not even a potion its-," Draco cut him off.

"Its like a paste, and you rub put it on your skin and it instantly does the job, not like those muggle lotions. Someone has to make it, and it's a great medicine for first degree burns and itchy skin." He wasn't paying attention to a word Severus said, and still he knew more about this then Harry. "It's also good for lubricating things," He added with a wink. Harry rolled his eyes, but then hid his face.

"Let me get the ingredients," he stood, and walked to the back of the room, digging through the cupboard. When he came back, Draco was staring at him intensely. "What?"

"Nothing," Draco's voice said it was something.

"Just tell me," Harry said not wanting to play games. Draco smiled, he was waiting for that invitation.

"I was just wondering what you dreamt last night." Harry tried not to show his embarrassment.

"I don't know what your talking about," he lied.

"Sure you do, or was Finnigan implying something else?" Harry put his cauldron in front of him, and looked through the potions book for the next step.

"I didn't have a wet dream," Harry mumbled pouring a pale pink liquid into a measuring cup.

"You know, if you just started beating it, you wouldn't have so many nocturnal emissions," Draco said half joking. He picked up a white flower with a yellow inside, and pulled off all the petals.

"It wasn't a wet dream Draco," He took the petals from Draco and put five of them in the cauldron. He started crushing three of the white petals with a scoopful of beetle eyes.

"Mhmmm."

"I'm serious, it wasn't."

"If you didn't have a wet dream, then what's Finnigan insinuating?" he took the now crushed mixture that was in front of Harry, and added it to the pink liquid, the white petals now dissolved. Instantly Harry started stirring the potion counter-clockwise.

"I…well.. You know.." Harry said not taking his eyes off of his work.

"No, I don't know." Draco was now mixing a blue sludge with vinegar in the now clean measuring cup.

"It doesn't matter, like I'm going to tell you anyways," Harry reversed his stirring has Draco added the diluted blue sludge.

"Why won't you tell me?" Draco asked placing his hand on Harry's knee. Harry's stirring slowed down.

"Because its none of your business." he added a rats tail, and smiled with satisfaction as the now lavender potion began to boil. Draco's hand very slowly moved up his thigh.

"Everything is my business," he said, stopping his hand at Harry's upper thigh. Harry chose to ignore him, and added a spoonful of menthol, stirring it in with extra concentration. Draco was now using two fingers to trace patterns up and down his thigh. "So, no wet dream?" he asked seductively.

"No." Harry confirmed still mixing the potion. "And do you mind?" he asked, pointedly looking at Draco's hand.

"No, I don't mind. I actually quite enjoy doing this, it's a turn on I didn't quite expect."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"If you want me to stop playing with your thigh Harry, just say so."

"Stop." Harry said lightly.

"Stop what?" Draco asked inching his hand up to the very top of Harry's thigh.

"Stop playing with my thigh," he blushed.

"If that's what you want," Draco said, sliding his hand higher, off of Harry's thigh, and resting against his obvious erection. Harry froze, unsure of what to do. "Do you want me to stop this too?" Draco asked squeezing his hand around Harry's hard on. Harry paused before nodding his head once. Draco smiled.

"Say it," he said while slowly rubbing his hand up, and then back down. Harry didn't say anything for a moment. Draco continued.

"Stop," Harry whispered suddenly.

"Stop what?" Draco asked again.

"That. Snape's walking by," Harry whispered fiercely, once again stirring the potion. Draco took his hand off of Harry's cock, and brought them to the table to chop banana slugs in square pieces. After Snape made his rounds Harry turned and glared at Draco. "Keep your hands to yourself," he hissed quietly. Draco smirked.

"I told you it would be exciting sitting with me."

"Just don't touch me again." Harry said, this time sounding like he regretted those words before he even finished saying them.

"Sure, " Draco still wore his smirk, "After all, it wasn't like you were enjoying it. Now if you were hard or something, I would have a difficult time believing that you want me to keep my hands right here." he folded his hands on the table in front of him.

"Shut up." Harry said adding the freshly cut slug to the potion. Draco uncrossed his hands, and brought one down below the table, out of site from the other students. Harry watched it closely, making sure it didn't go near him. Instead Draco brushed his robes off of his own legs, causing it to open from the lap on. Harry stared in disbelief realizing Draco didn't wear pants under his robes. He didn't know why it shocked him, many of the students here who grew up wearing robes didn't feel the need to wear pants under them, some of the muggle born wizards were even taking their lead. Draco placed his hands on his boxers and rubbed his erection like he did Harry's just a minute ago. Harry quickly added the last two ingredients to the potion, and lowered the heat to let it simmer. He then sat back in his chair to watch Draco out of the corner of his eyes.

Draco stroked his erection, glad he chose to sit in the back of the class. He liked the feel of his cotton boxers against his bare skin, and he enjoyed putting on a show for Harry. He watched Harry has he played with himself, and he could tell the Gryffindor was watching him, no matter how discreet he was trying to be. That only heightened his pleasure. He let out a moan, load enough for Harry to hear, but quiet enough that no one else could. Harry turned his head at the sudden noise, but turned back when he met Draco's eyes. The blonde had a smug, but erotic look in his eyes, which Harry found attractive.

Suddenly Draco's hand stopped, and his robes closed. Harry frowned, did Draco stop because he realized he was watching what the blonde was doing? But if so, why was he even doing it knowing Harry was so close, and could look over at anytime?

"It seems as though everyone is in the simmering stage of their potion," Harry jumped when he heard Snape's voice only a foot behind him. That explained why Draco was not continuing with his little show, "A ten minute break is in order, I expect all of you to be back before the second half of double potions starts." Snape's eyes were filled with unspoken threats as every student rushed out of the classroom. "Draco, may I speak with you?" Harry's stomach dropped as he walked out of the classroom. Did Snape see what was going on? Would he tell Dumbledore?

"What?" Harry heard Draco ask annoyed. Harry stood besides the still open door, out of the professors view.

"Be in my office tonight after dinner for your first lesson.." Snape spoke in a whisper. It was too quiet for Harry to hear.

"Fine." Draco left, closing the door behind him. "Spying on me now?" he asked, surprised to see Harry standing there. Harry smiled.

"Friends cant wait up for each other?" he asked innocently, walking down an empty hall. Draco followed.

"Friends?" Draco asked slowing down. Harry almost halted. He thought Draco and him agreed to be friends, just the other day.

"Are we not?" he asked unsure.

"Yeah, yeah we are. Its just I'm not used to it, I wasn't sure if you meant it, or if-,"

"I want to be your friend Draco," Harry's eyes pleaded for the Slytherin to understand what he couldn't say out loud. What he wouldn't say out loud. He wanted to be more then friends. He wanted it more then he wanted anything else at the moment. But he wasn't going to get played. He knew Draco was straight, and he wasn't going to become some sex toy for the blonde to use only when he needed an orgasm.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Draco asked stopping at a suit of armor, and leaning against the wall.

"Nothing I guess," Harry leaned against the wall also. His head was only a few inches from Draco's.

"Fly with me? In the quidditch field at 7?"

"Why?" Harry asked, unsure if this was a joke, or a prank.

"You're my only competition on this campus, it would be good for training." Draco rolled his eyes like it was obvious. "What do you say?"

"I say we need to head back to class, or Snape is going to kill us." They ran off towards class, and slid into their seats. A moment later Neville entered sweaty faced.

"I said ten minutes, not however long you please." Snape reprimanded the Gryffindor, a sneer on his face. "Detention." Neville slumped to his seat. He was always getting into trouble with the Potion Master.

"So flying tomorrow, or not?" Draco whispered turning the heat on their potion up.

"I guess I don't have anything better to do."

"Don't sound so thrilled," Draco whispered sarcastically.

"Draco!" Harry called to the Slytherin before dinner started.

"Harry," he nodded.

"Can we talk?" Harry directed his gaze to Crabbe and Goyle, indicating he meant alone. Crabbe crossed his arms, and Goyle attempted a glare. Draco motioned them to leave.

"What is this about?" Draco looked passed Harry's shoulder where a nervous Ron watched the both of them, expecting some kind of fight to ensue.

"A group of us are going to Hogsmeade tonight, the twins have to pick up a few things."

"And?" Draco asked.

"If you want to come, you can." Harry pulled at a loose strand on his robes.

"If I want to come, I can?" Draco asked laughing.

"Yeah, were just hanging out, and Ron doesn't want to be around his brothers, I guess they are in a fight or something, he wont talk about it. So I figured you could come with me so I wont be left alone."

"Do you always ramble this much?" Draco asked still laughing.

"No. So do you want to come?"

"I have a thing I have to do after dinner, what time are you guys leaving?" he asked, trying to keep his voice sounding uninterested.

"10, well be back around one."

"Maybe I can go, will it be just you Gryffindors?" Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Fred's bringing some girl from Ravenclaw, and Lee is asking a Hufflepuff right now," Harry pointed to the Hufflepuff table where Lee Jordan was whispering to a cute fifth year.

"Why don't you ask Granger then?"

"Would you invite Hermione to leave campus after curfew without teachers approval?" it was Harry's turn to laugh.

"I wouldn't invite her at all, but I see your point." Draco smirked. He just dissed the bookworm without Harry picking up on it.

"Meet us-," Draco cut Harry off.

"Me and Blaise will meet you in front of the Three Broomsticks at 10:30." Harry watched Draco turn and head to his table.

"What was that about?" Ron asked as Harry joined him at the Gryffindor table.

"Not sure." Harry replied as he watched the blonde grab some food and leave the Great Hall.

"Where's Snape?" Harry looked at the empty seat Ron was pointing to.

"Who knows." He whispered grabbing Ron's arm and bringing it down.

"It's not polite to point." Hermione hissed sitting down besides Ron.

"I heard Snape is giving Draco advanced lessons in potions tonight." Hermione filled them in on the absence of their professor.

"The Dark Lords needing another potion master does he?" Ron slurped into his soup. Harry looked to he Slytherin table at the seat where Draco usually sat. I was left open, as if his housemates were afraid to sit in it. Could Draco really be getting potion lessons to please Voldemort? Is that why Snape had talked to him in private earlier that day?