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Lessons	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lessons Part III

DISCLAIMER:

The longer I think about it...I come to the conclusion...I don't own Draco and Harry, alas.

Also, I don't own the whole rest about the story.

Damn it, she beat me to it, I had the same idea, okay admittedly the movies would be fsk18 (don't know the term in english, i mean adult movies) but that is not part of the disclaimer- like the whole other rest i wrote.

To sum it up: I own anything except mr.plot-bunny.

WARNINGS and everything else can be found in ch01 AND ch02

Love, Regards And Hugs To My Wonderful Beta VIOLET EYES

who does a great job and always tells me, that she likes my story. ^^

still

bold = Draco's thoughts

italic = Harry's thoughts

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Lessons Part III

words: 1983

(Harry)

The next morning was...well, yeah � shit. Okay first he was nice, but then he showed up as evil in disguise.

Harry woke up with a smile on his face. He was eager to see Dra-Malfoy again. He dragged Ron and Hermione down to the Great Hall for breakfast, but the closer he came, the more he felt sick. He stopped dead in tracks and Hermione and Ron bumped into him.

What was I thinking? Want to see Draco? Potter, what kind of drugs did you take? Everything will be like always � He will not take any notice of me and I�m not allowed to, too. Why am I so eager to see him? � Okay fine. Nothing happened, I�ll act like nothing ever happened or will happen.

�-RRYYYY?!�

�Huh?�

�You gave me a heart attack. You completely zoned out. I called you a hundred times. What�s wrong? You looked so happy earlier and now completely frightened. What happened? It can�t be your scar, can it?�

�Yeah mate, you really scared us.�

Both his best friends watched him with suspicion and concern and he felt a little guilty for making them feel so. The boy-who-lived smiled sheepishly and began walking downstairs again.

�No it�s not the scar. I�m fine, really. I don�t know what was wrong with me. Just felt a little uneasy for a moment. Come on, let�s go I�m hungry.�

�But...�

�Herm I�m fine, really.�

The Golden-Trio walked into the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table to join their friends.

The first thing Harry did was to look over to the Slytherin table and searching for a certain Slytherin. He saw his silver-blond hair and blushed right away.

Oh fuck! This is kind of bad. I just see his hair and blush at once. I am so screwed.

Harry groaned silently and buried his face in his hands in disbelief. Hermione turned her attention to him and put a hand gently on his shoulder.

�Harry? What�s wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should I bring you to the infirmary?�

�I�m fine. Don�t bother yourself Herm. Just a little exhausted I think.�

She moved her hand in soothing circles over Harry�s shoulder and the young man sighed. He looked up from his hands and gave Hermione a wary smile. He leaned against her shoulder and she stroked his head.

�Life is not fair, is it?�

�Oh Harry. Life was, is and never will be easy and especially not for you. You know that very well.�

�I know. It�s just, just...I�m just in such a mood you know?�

Hermione smiled gently. She took his chin and lifted him from her shoulder to face him.

�I see. But will you tell me when something is bothering you, will you? Promise. You know I will listen to everything.�

�I promise.�

And he hugged her.

�Hey! Are you hitting on my girlfriend?�

Ron looked around Hermione and gave Harry a mocking glare. The girl rolled her eyes, but Harry smiled slyly.

�Sure Ron. I also put my head on her shoulder and my hand between her thighs.�br>
�Har-ry!�

Ron�s look was priceless and the dark-haired boy couldn�t control himself any longer and burst into laughter. Hermione joined with soft laughter, but shook her head in disbelief nevertheless.

�Ron. I was just kidding. I would never �hit� on your girlfriend, because you pretty damn well know that I�m gay. Or do you want to say, that your girlfriend looks like a bloke?�

Hermione stopped laughing and watched Ron expectantly, who was blushing a nice shade of red.

�No, no, no, not at all. I mean...she doesn�t...she is...bloody hell Harry. Sometimes you are such an arse.�

Harry smiled evilly when Ron glared at him, not mocking this time and sighed at the same time.

�Hermione does not look like a bloke. She is, she is...beautiful.�

The girl beamed at him and kissed him on the cheek and on his red tinted ears. She took his hand and squeezed it.

�Harry is just teasing you. Don�t let him get you.�

�Yeah I know. Probably my own fault, huh? Shouldn�t have asked.�

The other third of the Golden-Trio tuned them both out and looked around the hall. His view rested on the Slytherin table, again looking for Malfoy.
Malfoy wasn�t talking to Pansy like before, but starred at him with anger filled eyes.

The Gryffindor, in utter shock, tore his eyes away and fixed them on his plate.

What have I done? This look doesn�t mean any good. He�s scaring the wits out of me. What�s wrong? Is he angry with me, because of last night? He changed his mind and despises me now. Oh god, I did something to piss him off. I need to talk to him! I know he�s still starring at me, I can�t take this anymore.

�Guys? I forgot my potions book...

Potions? Yeah right. Faith hates me.

...in the dorms. I will meet you in the dungeons.�

�Okay, mate.�

�But hurry up. You know, Snape.�

He stood up and left the hall. Just to get away from these accusing

Gorgeous. Eurgh not again

eyes.

Harry went out and down to the lake. Some alone time would make everything more bearable and he could prepare himself mentally for Potions.

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(Draco)

Draco�s night was pure...well it wasn�t a night at all. He hadn�t slept one single fucking second. His mind didn�t allow him to let go of the kiss. Always repeating the events in his mind, again and again. How Harry had asked him. How he had kissed Harry with so much passion, that he got hard just thinking about it. How Harry had made him moan. How he had broken the kiss, not to betray himself.

And now, this very morning, he felt like shit. Exhausted and on the edge of a breakdown, he was almost able to tell Pansy everything, just to get rid of the pressure.

She was his best friend, besides Blaise. But Blaise wasn�t at breakfast. He was lying in his bed, with his boyfriend.

Arsehole. � You�re just jealous. � shut up subconscious.

Draco really wanted to tell Pansy, but he couldn�t. His pride stopped him.
He sat in front of his cereals and shoved the spoon back and forth.

�Draco, darling please eat something. What�s wrong with you? Haven�t seen you in such a bad state for a long time. What happened? Tell your personal therapist.�

Potter walked into the hall.

He looks nervous. But still gorgeous.

�Draco?�

�Huh?�

�Does this, I mean your mood, does it have anything to do with Potter?�

What? How?

�What are you talking about Panse? Potter has nothing to do with anything.�

I can feel his eyes on me. Why is he watching me? Waiting for the first real appointment? Oh god, if I think about it, I will smack my head against the table. Why did I agree? WHY?

�Really? Oh I thought so, because you were watching him like you wanted to jump him the first moment he walked into the hall.�

The wicked undertone was more than obvious and Draco looked up from his bowl to face Pansy�s sly grin.

�What do you want, Panse?�

�Oh that�s easy. I want a rich man with nice features, a nice body, a great arse and very good stamina. But right now I want you to tell me, what�s it with you and Potter?�

�There is no �me and Potter�.�

�And why is he starring at you, sweetie pie?�

�I have no fricking idea.�

Don�t turn aside, Draco. DON�T!

�Something else, Panse? Or can I go back to shoving my breakfast around.�

�One more question. Do you mind Granger touching him?�

�Why, no.�

Draco turned aside and saw Hermione drawing circles on Harry�s shoulder.

Take your filthy hands away.

�And now?�

�What now?�

�Are you pissed now?�

�What? Why? I am not pissed! Potter can be touched by whom he wants to be touched.�

Except everyone but me.

�Just look.�

The Slytherin Prince looked over again to Harry and growled angrily.

Granger was touching his secret love. Not just touching, stroking his head.

What the fuck? Why is he leaning against her? And why the fucking bloody damn hell is the mudblood stroking his head? � Well, maybe I shouldn�t call her mudblood anymore, if I want to be close to Harry. But fuck, she is touching my property. Fuck her! Fuck Potter!

�Draco?�

�Fuck you!�

Why is he looking at me again? And with such sad eyes? NO! I will not allow myself to falter. He�s supposed to see my anger, my...my �jealousy- fuck off subconscious. Yeah right, feel guilty Harry. � Why is he leaving?

�Draco?�

�WHAT?�

�What was that?�

�Pansy. You�re definitely asking too many questions this morning. And very confusing ones, too.�

�What was that? Why did you chase him away with your look? Probably you scared him to death. And what was that growl for? You�re hiding something from me and it definitely includes Potter.�

Draco sighed deeply and wanted to slump down on the table, but his bowl stopped any attempts. Therefore he propped his arms up and buried his face in his hands.

�Do you really think I made him leave?�

�Pumpkin, that look would have scared the shit out of Voldi if he were still alive.�

Malfoy, you are just such a wonderful idiot par excellence.

�Do you think I should follow him?�

�No. Give him some alone time. He looked like he needs the time-out. But I think you have to answer questions, a lot of questions.�

The blonde groaned in annoyance but told her nevertheless.

About the letter. About Harry asking for this favour. About the meeting. About his long hidden feelings. And finally about the kiss.

Pansy looked at him with sad and sympathetic eyes. She stretched out her hand and caressed his cheek.

�Oh Draco. I had no idea.�

�Yeah that�s what �hiding things� is about.�

She smacked him on the arm.

�Don�t be like that when you tell me your feelings. I know you better than anybody else, so don�t give me this fucking Malfoy-mask shit.�

�Sorry Panse. Out of habit. - We have to go, or we�re late for Potions.�

�This is so depressing. We need to do something.�

Draco stopped dead in tracks and turned around to Pansy. They just had left the Great Hall and stood in front of the door.

�No! Don�t! I told you, because you�re my friend. But don�t tell anybody else. Blaise included. I beg you.�

�Draco Lucius Malfoy�s begging? What a rare occasion.�

�Shut it Pansy.�

�Yeah, yeah. I will not tell anybody. But you have to tell me everything, in every detail.�

�What do you mean?�

Parkinson smirked wickedly.

�I mean your �lessons�, babe.�

�Ha. Not in a million years. It�s none of your business.�

�Oh come on Drake. Telling me about your other �adventures� was no bother for you, either.�

�Don�t call me this. You know I hate it. And you can�t compare Har-Potter to those fuck-buddies you are referring to.�

�Draco?�

�Hmm?�

�You can call him �Harry� in my presence.�

Draco groaned loudly when they entered the Potions classroom and everyone turned around. But his Malfoy-smirk was already in place and didn�t care if he was watched or not.

�Pansy, you�re no big help at all.�

Pansy chuckled and sat down next to Draco, at the end of the classroom. Blaise was there already and Pansy started a conversation with him, while Draco slumped down in his chair and closed his eyes, to get some minutes of rest.

Potter where are you? You will loose points again for your house. Oh well, Severus would take points from you, even if you were on time.

Snape billowed into the room and everyone fell silent. He walked over to the blackboard and wrote down, magically, ingredients and instructions. The door creaked and he turned around.

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Guess who's coming? I mean through the door, just to clear up.

I can just present one convincing conclusion: Santa Claus.

I'm so bloody damn right, huh?

My first thought was 'Harry', but I'm not completely persuaded.

Want another appetizer?
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