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Sex Magic	By : velvetjules Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 90819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry glanced at his schedule and then back at the door in front of him. According to the paper the location of the classroom for Sex Magic hadn't changed since the last time he checked. Sighing, he tucked the scroll back into his pocket and stepped through the door to the Room of Requirement. Inside his worst fears were proven true for a brief moment and he choked, halting midstep in the doorway. Terribly tacky and distasteful paintings groaned as they moved in lurid ways. Kinky, complicated objects lined the walls, and one wall in particular looked rather painful. After a moment, however, the garish images swirled and reformed into a perfectly ordinary classroom. Harry let out a sigh of relief and heard someone giggle off to his side.

"Nervous, Harry?" Lavender Brown smiled at him, pointing in a sweeping gesture around the room.

Harry glared at her and took a seat three over, next to Neville, who looked even more terrified than he felt. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked him in a hushed tone.

"My grandmum suggested it," Neville, wide-eyed and shaking, mumbled back. "She said it was the only way I'd ever get married."

Harry winced. Sometimes Neville's grandmother could be a real hag.

Summoning up the courage to look around at the rest of the students, Harry saw that the class consisted of purely Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Slytherins. He supposed that made sense. Gryffindors were brave and curious by nature. Ravenclaws would be interested in learning absolutely every facet of magic possible. And Slytherins... Well, it was Dark Magic, after all. His gaze narrowed as it lighted on Draco Malfoy, who was snickering over something with Pansy Parkinson. No doubt that the two of them would be paired together. The disgusting thought that he might have to watch Malfoy snogging the pug-faced Parkinson flitted through his mind and he recoiled. Malfoy looked up and grinned at Harry.

"Whips, Potter?" he asked maliciously, and Harry blushed to the roots of his hair.

Just then the door opened to admit one more person. Harry eagerly accepted the distraction and waited for the room to change, hoping that someone might prove to have worse expectations for the class than he did, but the room stayed the same. A witch in long, loose blue robes walked to the front of the room and turned to face the class. Harry's first impression of her was that she was rather ordinary looking. She had long, slightly wavy brown hair that was pulled back from her face and tucked behind her ears. Her eyes were blue and she wore no spectacles, and she had a light amount of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Not the sort of face that you would picture when thinking of a person skilled in the arts of... er...

That thought was enough to jolt Harry into action, and he immediately stuck his hand in the air. The woman smiled at him.

"Please hold all questions until after class," she said pleasantly.

"But Professor..." Harry began, only to be shushed by a flick of the woman's wrist.

"I am Professor Mason, and I will be your Sex Magic instructor. The class consists of one semester of classroom work and another of independent study, at the end of which you will complete and submit your final projects for my approval. I'm sure many of you are surprised by the briefness of the classroom component, given its content, but this is not a subject that requires much study. It is unique to each person, and therefore lengthy discussions of the theory behind it when they may or may not apply to you are frivolous. Much of the class will be spent in practical applications of the concepts you'll learn in the first few sessions."

Harry felt the icy fist which had settled into the bottom of his stomach last night plunge even further into his gut at the mention of 'practical applications' of the material. Luckily those wouldn't begin for at least another week, which would afford him plenty of time to corner Ms. Mason and tell her about the huge mistake that had brought him into her classroom.

"Sex Magic was brought to Hogwarts by Lerner the Lecherous in the late 1940's," Professor Mason explained. "Some have speculated that if Armando Dippet, being rather feeble-minded, had not been Headmaster at the time, the subject never would have been introduced. The curriculum focuses mainly on the magic created and sustained during the act of sexual intercourse. Such a meeting of two magical people with their mingled abilities - not to mention other aspects which tend to become mingled during such activities - of both partners involved can create quite a bit of energy. With enough training, that energy can then be focused and funneled into other things. Under the right circumstances, with the right partner, the magical potential created can be amazingly powerful.

"We've been using this room since the subject was first brought to Hogwarts over fifty years ago. As our needs during the course of the class often change, it is convenient to have a room that adjusts to fit them. Now, if there are no complaints..."

Harry's hand shot into the air.

"...we'll begin. Today we'll be sorting you into groups of two. These will be your partners that you'll maintain for the rest of the semester."

"What!" Harry squawked loudly.

"Quiet, Mr. Potter." Professor Mason admonished. Behind Harry, Malfoy snickered. "The partners that you are paired with during this course will likely become, at the very least, extremely dear to you for the rest your life. Most people find that they meet their future spouses here in this very room, as the selection method that we use chooses your partner based on a number of compatible elements, both personal and sexual. I'm sure you're all familiar with the object that we use to pair off students; the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet is a surpremely beneficial tool to this course, as it is both fair and unbiased on the criteria which it bases its selection, even though you might harbor such biases towards your fellow classmates yourself. Do not be surprised if you are partnered with someone you do not expect. The Goblet sometimes makes shocking, yet intuitive choices. When I call your names, please move to sit next to your partner."

Harry fought to keep his breathing at a normal level. He didn't want to be partnered with anyone! He just wanted to leave this frankly terrifying class and never return. He raised his hand once more but Professor Mason had already brought out a rough wooden cup that was crackling and spitting blue sparks, and set it on her desk. Small pieces of paper, knotted together in the middle, began to fly out of it and Harry lowered his hand as she began to read them out loud.

"Theodore Nott and Padma Patil..."

Harry watched as Padma rose from her seat with an unreadable look on her cool face and Goyle moved from his place next to Nott to take her vacated chair.

"Neville Longbottom and Lavender Brown," Professor Mason called out impassively.

Lavender squeaked indignantly. Neville hung his flushed head and gathered his things to sit next to an obviously displeased Lavender. Harry imagined one of the other girls in class reacting similarly when their names were called together and felt his ears burn.

More names were read, and with each passing couple Harry became more agitated. He was working his third nail down to a stub when he heard the names Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson called out. Swiveling around in his seat, Harry grinned nastily at Malfoy, who appeared as though he'd just been struck in the face.

"Michael Corner and Parvati Patil..."

Harry glanced around the room, noting that most everyone had been paired off already and were either blushing shyly at their partner with pleased half smiles on their faces, or they looking distinctly unhappy. Then he heard his own name called.

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy..."

"What!" Two boys rushed to their feet, extreme disbelief evident in their voices.

"Please, one of you move to take your seat," Professor Mason said cooly, undeterred.

"That's ridiculous!" Malfoy screeched, his eyes wild in his pale face. "I refuse! Put my name back in! I will not-"

"Mr. Malfoy, I believe I told you to move," Professor Mason interrupted, glancing at Neville's empty seat next to Harry.

Something in her tone put an end to Malfoy's infuriated tantrum and he swallowed and nodded, gathering his books with halting, jerky movements before he slumped into the chair next to Harry and immediately scooted as far away as the table allowed. Harry sat down slowly, staring at his white-knuckled hands on the table in shock.

"Alright then, all finished," Professor Mason said after reading off the last names; Blaise Zabini and Marietta Edgecombe. "You are finshed for today. Our first lesson begins on Wednesday with the first chapter in, 'Erotic Craft - Dark Magic or Magic in the Dark?' Please read it carefully and come to the next class with questions ready. You are dismissed."

"Professor!" Two voices called out in unison amid the rustling of students exiting. A few people glanced back over their shoulders, grinning and tittering with their friends as Harry and Draco rushed to the front of the room.

"Me first, Scarhead!" Draco shoved in front of Harry and stood in front of Professor Mason, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her angrily. "I demand a partner change."

"I'm sorry, that's impossible," she told him dismissively. "Next?"

"Wha-? But, no!" Draco protested loudly, before Harry elbowed him out of the way.

"Relax, Malfoy, I have a way of of this," he told the Slytherin, before turning what he hoped was an imploring look on the woman in front of him. "Professor Mason, there's been a problem with my schedule-"

"Thank Merlin!" Malfoy sighed from behind him.

"You see, my friends thought it would be funny to play a practical joke on me and forged my signiature onto the register for your class. I actually signed up for Muggle Studies-"

"Which Deputy Headmistress McGonagall turned you down for," she interrupted smoothly.

"Yes, but... Wait. What?" Harry asked her.

"There's no point in you taking a Muggle Studies course when you've lived amongst them for seventeen years, Mr. Potter," she said. "The spot in your schedule needed to be filled, and I had an uneven number of students. When your application came in the mail, the Headmistress and I were both immensely relieved to have both problems dealt with before the semester began."

"But I didn't send in any application! My friends-"

"Regardless, Mr. Potter, you are irrevocably enrolled in this class. Have a nice day."

"Wait!" Harry shouted, lunging at her turning back.

"Yes, wait!" Malfoy followed in Harry's wake.

Professor Mason sighed, turning around to face them with an expression of irritated patience that only professors could manage. "Boys, I've already told you there is nothing to be done for it."

"Why not?" Draco demanded haughtily.

"Because I refuse to revoke any decision made by the Goblet of Fire," Professor Mason gave him a tight smile. "I won't be changing your partner, Mr. Malfoy, and I will not be signing your withdrawal slip, Mr. Potter. Do not argue with me any further or I'll give you a penalty essay to be completed by next class. Together. Now, I believe that dinner has already begun. "

Draco stomped back to his seat and scooped up his books with mutters of, "My father..." on his lips.

Harry felt the beginnings of rage boil up underneath the shock of the situation and turned on him.

"Your father won't do anything!" he screamed at Malfoy. "No one even knows where he's at! I know where he's supposed to be, though. In Azkaban, where all Death Eaters belong. You probably haven't even heard from him, have you? Unless I'm mistaken and your owls aren't being closely watched."

"Mr. Potter!" Professor Mason boomed over whatever obscenity a white-faced Draco had shouted at him. "That's quite enough. Mr. Malfoy, dinner. Now."

Draco swept out the door, sending a venomous glare at Harry on his way out.

"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid you'll be going to bed hungry tonight. If I even see you poke your head into the Great Hall, you'll have detention. Understood?"

Harry nodded, his jaw still tight with anger. The professor left and he sagged, disbelief and horror settling over him. He returned to his seat to collect his things and remembered with sudden clarity his wish for a distraction this year at Hogwarts. He snorted nervously to the empty room. Shagging someone he hated, and more importantly, a boy, would definitely prove to be distracting.

***

Hermione made her way up the steps to the seventh year girls room with an armload of books and a head full of troubling thoughts. Harry had been absent at dinner, along with Lavender and Parvati. Had it not been for the fact that Neville had been there, distant and closed-mouthed as he may have been, she might have thought that their Sex Magic class had run over. When the boys asked Neville how the class had went, he ignored them and drew into himself miserably.

Pushing the door open with her foot, Hermione heard muffled sobs coming from Lavender and Parvati's side of the room. Sure enough, both girls were huddled there on Lavender's bed, Parvati rubbing Lavender's back soothingly. It was a familiar scene; Lavender was the delicate type and cried often. Hermione usually ignored it, but in light of the odd behavior of all of the Gryffindors involved in Sex Magic, she decided that feigning interest might buy her some answers.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Parvati looked up, surprised, but pursed her lips together and answered nonetheless. "Poor Lavender got paired up with Neville in Sex Magic."

Lavender let out a sob and threw herself down onto the duvet, balling the red material in her fists. Hermione's lip curled. So that's why Neville had been so upset at dinner.

"You silly nit," she scoffed. "There are far worse people than Neville you could have been partnered with. He's a good fellow, and you should feel lucky to have him. I honestly don't see what the problem is."

The tear-stained blonde wailed even louder and Parvati sent a glare over her shoulder before attempting to shush her friend. "She's right, you know, Lavender," she said encouragingly. "You could be worse off. You could be in Harry's shoes right now."

"Harry?" Hermione asked, finally feeling like she was getting somewhere.

"Yeah," Parvati grinned nastily, and sent Hermione a smug look. "He got stuck with Draco Malfoy."

A loud crack echoed through the room as Hermione's books dropped to the floor.

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"She can't do this!" Hermione told a stoic Harry, who was laying on his bed and apparently quite happy to stare at absolutely nothing. "Look, I don't care if she does use the Goblet of Fire to choose names, you didn't put yours in!"

"Yeah," Harry said. "That was really helpful when I told her, as well. Thanks, Hermione."

"That was harsh, mate," said Ron from where he sat cross-legged on his bed.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled.

"It's alright," Hermione sighed. "I can't imagine what I'd be like if I were the one who had to shag Malfoy."

"Not helping," grumbled Harry.

"My point is, Harry, that forcing you to have sex when you don't want to is rape." Hermione continued doggedly. "We'll go to McGonagall right now and get this straightened out."

Harry sat up, favoring her with a sour look. "I suggested that to begin with and you told me that it wouldn't work."

"To be fair, we both thought that Mason would sign for you," Ron told him. "Hermione's right, though. They can't exactly force you to shag that git."

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"I'm afraid Harry will have to complete the course," Deputy and currently acting Headmistress Minerva McGonagall told the trio that stood in front of her desk.

"What? But Professor," Hermione stared at her incredulously. "Harry never gave his permission to be enrolled!"

"The Goblet of Fire cannot be fooled, Ms. Granger. If Potter had been truly adverse to participating in the class, his name would not have been accepted. Regardless, the point is moot. The Goblet creates a binding, magical contract. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy are legally bound to one another to complete the course together."

The three students in the room seemed to sag all together. The muscles in Harry's jaw flexed as he grit his teeth together. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"Professor? Do you have any way of contacting Dumbledore?" she asked.

McGonagall looked confused by the sudden twist of conversation. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"

Harry's head snapped up suddenly and his eyes were hopeful. "Can you ask him for me? If I can drop the class, I mean?"

McGonagall regarded him pitifully from behind her desk, but inclined her head and sighed.

"I shall ask him. I'll send for you in the morning, once I've received a response."

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