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Anyone On The Line?	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 14796 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I simple play with him for fun and no profit.

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AN: I´m back!
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The chaos of students laughing and moving around between desks in the DADA NEWT´s class stopped at once when the headmistress entered with her back straight and her stare sterner than ever. She didn´t even need to speak, her appearance was enough to achieve complete and utter silence.

Present were four Ravenclaws; Lisa Turpin, Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Stephen Cornfoot - two Hufflepuffs; Ernie Macmillian and Susan Bones - four Slytherins; Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, and finally six Gryffindors. Every guy from Harry´s dorm and Hermione were in this class.

Headmistress McGonagall swept the entire room with her hawk like gaze before speaking. “Professor Dearing has had an unfortunate side effect to the Wizard´s flu potion, and has been ordered to St. Mungo’s´ and will be there until the end of term.” The students´ whispers stopped when she spoke once more; “It could turn out fatal.”

Hermione´s hand went into the air the moment after and McGonagall nodded. “Headmistress, what about our exam?” Several students groaned. It was so typically Hermione to think about classes. It wasn´t that she didn´t feel sorry for their professor, she really did, but her brain was mostly zoomed in on grades and education when in class.

“Do not worry, Miss Granger, a replacement has been sent for. You have today off, but come next week the new professor should be able to take over the NEWTs class. Younger students must be taught by professor Snape.”

“Thank god,” Ron said a little too loudly, causing several Slytherins to sneer at him. Ron sneered right back at them and made a strangled sound when his girlfriend´s elbow collided with his ribs in a gesture that clearly stated ´shut the fuck up. ´

Professor Snape might still be a bastard in class, but his bravery was not easily forgotten. He had barely survived the war as a spy, but somehow, he had managed. Dumbledore had asked him to stay at Hogwarts, the place Snape, like Harry, had always felt the most at home. Snape had agreed and then Dumbledore got ill and had to step down as headmaster. He was retired now, and even though he had recovered his mind had aged increasingly. It was as if when the war had come to pass, then he could finally relax and his body did too.

Dumbledore was old, so it seemed only natural.

But Ron was right though, it was still too close after the war to have him teach a class Harry was in. They had developed this awkwardness between the two of them after Harry had thanked Snape, for always protecting him. Snape did his best to avoid the Gryffindor altogether.

Harry tipped over his chair. “Are you alright, Mr. Potter?” The headmistress asked the fumbling male.

“Y-yeah. I´m – did you just…” He shook his head to get his brain to function again.

Harry wasn´t the only one reacting strangely now. Draco Malfoy´s mouth hung open in a not so Malfoy-ish way. “My father will be teaching us?” He asked dumbfounded in a high voice, for perhaps the first time in his life.

“That´s what I said, Mr. Malfoy.” She gave him a calculating look before returning to Harry, “Are you sure you are quite well, Mr. Potter?”

Harry nodded as Ron guided his confused friend back into his seat next to him. “Yeah, I just, lost my footing for a sec. headmistress.” He mumbled and rubbed his eyes before placing the glasses back onto his nose.

“My father never mentioned anything about this.” Stated Malfoy a few rows behind Harry and he turned to glance at the blonde. Harry drew in a sharp breath when realizing that Draco resembled his father more as time went by. The same high cheekbones, the firm jaw, the exact hair color, even though he kept in much shorter than his father. He had the same piercing bluish grey orbs, although Draco had never let his mask fall around Harry so the Gryffindor didn´t have a clue if they sparkled when aroused.

Harry winced and shook his head. He was so not thinking about Draco Malfoy that way. He shuddered as Ron sniggered next to him. “This should be fun, huh mate?” He whispered so only Harry and Hermione could hear. Hermione tried to hide her smile before Harry stared from Ron to her.

“Bugger off, the two of you.”

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Lucius Malfoy strode into the classroom with so much confidence that one would think he had done nothing both teach his entire life. “Good morning, class.” There was a murmur of sleepy ´goodmornings´ in return, but it seemed enough for their new professor, because he spoke again. “I´m certain that Headmistress McGonagall has informed you all of my being here, so let´s begin, shall we?”

Harry sat in the way back today, his eyes roaming over the tight teaching robes Lucius was wearing a slight groan escaping his lips. Ron sniggered and Harry elbowed the redhead, drawing the attention to them from their professor. “Mr. Weasley, thank you for volunteering.”

“Uhm…” This time Harry sniggered and Ron stood up uncertain about what he had gotten himself into. “Hate you.” He whispered to his friends before walking towards Lucius.

“Like I said, the seventh year is a year of revision. The year you all have to prove that you know and are able to practice what you have been taught for the past six years.” He gestured for Ron to come closer to the podium, “If you´ll all form a circle around us up here, there is plenty of room to see upfront.” The students scrambled to get as close as possible, all but Harry, who stood in the back. Lucius´ eyes flickered to Harry and back with only Harry noticing. The Gryffindor blushed crimson.

“Now, Mr. Weasley, you will try and block my Stunning Spell by creating a shield, next lesson, we will all be practicing it nonverbal.” They entire class groaned. “None of that now,” Lucius chided, “It is a NEWT level, you should at least be able to produce a sparkle from your wands with a nonverbal spell. No one will demand anything beyond that at your exam, it takes a lot of experience and years to achieve that by hard work.” He looked from student to student, “Not even a third adult can do more than a cleaning spell nonverbal, mind you.”

“Harry can,” Seamus spoke up, and Lucius stiffened at hearing the name of the Gryffindor he had been trying to ignore. ”He´s brilliant.”

Harry looked away when the entire class stared at him, the Slytherins, of course, all had sneering faces. Lucius ignored them and raised his wand, “Ready Mr. Weasley?”

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“Professor Malfoy,” Harry said when Draco had finally left his father alone after holding him back after class, demanding to know why he had not been told about this beforehand. Harry had waited outside with Ron and Hermione, who had been trying to convince Harry this, whatever he had planned, was a bad idea. “Do, do you have a minute?” He asked biting his lip when piercing grey orbs met his own green ones.

“Mr. Potter,” He said in a most formal voice that sounded very polite but off to Harry, after what they had done. “If you have questions about Defense class I´d be happy to oblige, however, if you have any private inquiries, might I suggest your head of house.”

Harry sighed. He´s avoiding me. “I,” He took a deep breath, “We just wanted to welcome you, and thank you for a great lesson.” He grimaced at his own lame-arse words and he was sure his friends would laugh afterwards, but he held his head high for the moment.

After a calculating look, Lucius said, “Thank you,” He met the eyes of all three students briefly, “If you´ll excuse me, I´m wanted elsewhere.” He nodded then turned and strode away from them.

Wanted, not needed. Harry thought to himself. Lucius couldn´t have said it clearer to Harry. He didn´t want anything to do with ham anymore.

“Harry,” Hermione began but was cut short.

“Don´t.” And Harry walked away from his friends that started arguing immediately, before a Redhead was running after Harry and caught up. Neither spoke as they crossed the entire school and left towards the lake where had sat down grumpily.

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was thankful for having a best friend that sometimes knew when to shut the hell up. However, then silence was broken eventually. “Mate, maybe you should –“ He stopped talking when Harry´s eyes met his. “Bloody hell, are you crying? Harry, I didn´t know…”

He wiped his eyes and laughed, “You didn´t know, I didn´t know Ron. Not until just now.” He snorted, “Leave it to me to fancy my professor.”

Ron stared across the lake, “He wasn´t always our professor.” He stated, like that made some fucking difference. It didn´t. “He´s nicer than Malfoy, I´ll give you that, and from what we´ve seen today, a decent teacher.” He paused, “And some might find him... appealing.”

Harry laughed sadly, “Everyone with eyes, you mean.” He mumbled. “Fuck, Ron. It wasn´t supposed to be like this.” He stood abruptly and began pacing while Ron merely watched from the bench of the small hut that had been built to shelter during cold days such as these if anyone wanted to sit by the lake, “It-it was just sexual. It really was, and I..” He stopped and pointed a finger at Ron, “This is all your fault!”

“Huh? How the bloody hell is this my –“ The redhead began.

“If I´ve never met you on the bloody platform, you would have never asked to join my compartment and then I´d never met your fucking, stupid brothers!” He exclaimed, “They texted him!” He huffed and sat down again, knowing he was rambling and being stupid.

“The twins can be a pain in the arse sometimes.” Harry stared at Ron. “Often.” Harry´s brow rose. “Alright, all the bloody time! I know, try growing up with them.” Harry shook his head. Casting blame would do him no good or get him on speaking terms with the blonde.

“Maybe, nah.” Ron said and caught Harry´s attention.

“What?”

“No, it was a stupid suggestion, is all.” Ron waved him off.

“No, come on.” Harry pressed eagerly. He needed something to solve this. His whole body was in pain, and it wasn´t just the cold of the winter seeping through his very bones. “Ron!”

“Fine!” He rested his freezing hands between his thighs. “You´re good at Defense.” Harry nodded for him to go on. “Show him that.” At Harry´s puzzled gaze Ron went on. “He´s a Malfoy, they´re drawn to wealth, success and power. Sooo – seduce him with your powers.” Ron groaned, “Can´t believe I just said that.”

Harry grinned and hugged his friend. “Thanks mate! That’s brilliant.” He started at Ron´s hands. “If you need any help to stay warm –“ Ron stood.

“That´s my cue to leave!” He started walking away.

Harry laughed, “Hey! I ment a heating spell!”

“Sure you did.”
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