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Lessons Learned

by WretchedScar

� July 2003

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its entities belong to
J.K. Rowling. No infringement intended.

Genre: HP/DM; Slash; NC-17; featuring Backbone! Harry &
Dominating! Draco; a bit of bondage (not much though)! You no like � you no read!

Draco
Malfoy was never very good at taking �no� for an answer. When he wanted something he usually
got it. Either his Daddy, Lucius
Malfoy, bought it for him or he just plain took it for himself. Freewill was everything. Even if it meant he had to resort to
stealing or even risking dire consequences.
If his heart was set on it then it was as good as his.

Now no one
was quite sure how or when it happened � but happen it did! It would go down in school history that was
for sure. If anyone had ever found out
. . . beyond a select few . . .

�You can�t
be serious, Draco darling!?� Pansy screeched.

�Oh, but I
am,� Draco stated calmly.

�I don�t
get it,� Crabbe frowned. Goyle, on the
other hand, kept eating his third sandwich with passionate abandon.

�What�s
there to get? I always want the best in
life,� Draco smirked. �And right now,
in my book, getting to fuck with the boy-who-lived would be the next best step
to accomplishing that.�

�There�s no
way he�ll have you,� Pansy glared.
�He�s not into the dark and dangerous, if you remember.�

�Pansy my
dear, there�s so much you have yet to grasp,� he said as he stood up from the
Slytherin table. �Especially when it
has to do with my archrival.
Watch and learn.�

�Wait � a �
minute,� Pansy grabbed a hold of Draco�s robes and pulled him back down. �If you�re serious then I suggest we make
this a bit more interestingn � �Third,�

�Don�t push
it �� Draco growled.

�Third, you
need for him to want to belong to you, by midnight�s stroke after being
taken unwillingly,� she laughed.
�You need to force that unwillingness into willingness.�

�Oh for
god�s sake, you witch,� Draco glowered.
�I want a good lay with Potter not a fieldtrip to the mental ward at St.
Mungo�s.�

�Well, you said
you were up to a challenge,� Pansy pointed out.

�So what
are the stakes then,� Draco folded his arms.

�If you
win, Draco darling,� Pansy smiled, �I�ll make sure Daddy let�s you do the
advertising test run of the latest racing broom at the next Quidditch World
cup.�

�Is that
so,� Draco�s smile was slowly growing to an enormous size. He could so easily picture himself racing
the newest model broom, at top speed, around the huge field at the cup � every
eye on him. He adored attention.

�Yes, it�s
quite the thrill already. I�ve seen it
briefly � their calling it �the phoenix� and I already know it�ll be a
sensation. Daddy�s got the best witches
and wizards creating it,� Pansy explained.
�The first one to try it at the world cup, well � it�ll definitely be a
moment in time. Think of the publicity
. . . the opportunities.�

There
wasn�t much to think on. �Done,� Draco
decided.

�Oh so
quick to jump when you haven�t heard the consequences if you lose?� Pansy
laughed.

�That won�t
en. �Will you need proof?� He called over his shoulder.

�A Malfoy�s
honor and word is good enough.�
She was all too familiar with the dire side to it all.

�Alright,� Malfoy nodded. �On my word and honor as a Malfoy, I agree
to the meeting of our terms.�

�Have fun!� Pansy shrieked with
laughter from the Slytherin table. He
was so sure he was going to win . . . Oh well, what Malfoy didn�t know wouldn�t
hurt him � until later.

It was
going to be such an interesting day.
And tonight even moreso.

* * *

�Potter!�

Harry
Potter sighed and tried to focus on his lunch before him. Leave it to Malfoy to start the day with a
typical spat. He had yet to even go to
Potion�s class where he was normally harassed. Obviously it was going to be an awful day.

�Whatever
he does . . . � Ron started.

� . . . or
says, just ignore him!� Hermione butted in.

�I �t
�t
going to say ignore, Hermione. I
was more along the lines of suggesting a good hex for Harry to use,� Ron glared
at his friend.

�Right, as
if that ever works,� Harry sighepan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> �Er,
the ignoring part,� he explained at Hermione�s fierce look.

�Potter,
I�m speaking to you,� Draco hollered as he approached the trio sitting
at Gryffindor�s table. For once he
didn�t have his two body bully-guards, Crabbe and Goyle, with him.

�You don�t
say,� Harry stated sarcastically, not turning.
�It�d be better if you would just shut up, Malfoy.�

�Weren�t
you listening?� Malfoy sneered. �Or are
you deaf?�

�I could
only wish,� Harry stated sullenly.

�Did you
have anything important to say, Malfoy?
Or are you going to just continue to make an ass of yourself all day,�
Ron turned around to pin the young Slytherin with one of his own glares.

�Of course
it�s important. Anything I say is
important. That goes without
explanation,� Draco smirked.

�Right. Right, right, right,� Harry grumbled and
went on to stab at his potato salad.
Harry�s actions stopped abruptly when he felt someone nudging their way
into the space by his side between him and Hermione.

Harry knew,
without looking that Hermione was supposed to be at his right. With that in mind, he looked to his
left. He looked at Ron and noted how
his best friend�s face was quickly alternating between being deathly pale and
royally red. Someone was sitting
between him and Hermione. Ron was
staring at that person; that person was currently jabbing him in the ribs with
what was, he assumed, an elbow.

The Great
Hall, and especially the Gryffindor table, was quickly dying down from the
usual chatter to more of a roar of whispers.
Something had happened.

�Potter.� Jab, jab.

That voice
and those jabs came from Harry�s right, it was in his ear and it took
everything he had to force his head to turn towards the source. He did a double take.

�Malfoy?! What are you doing?!� Harry gasped as he
found his nemesis sitting down at the table with him.

�Getting
your attention,� Malfoy shrugged.

�And
everyone else�s, mind you,� Ron muttered.

�But . . .
what the hell for?!� Harry gawked.

�Why the
hell not,� he drawled. �I was so damned
bored. We needed something a little
more entertaining to happen today.�

�I didn�t
want to be involved in anything interesting for your benefit,� Harry
hissed. �Now go away!�

�Make me,�
Draco stated.

The
challenge was issued.

Harry
glared.

Draco smirked.

Hermione
winced.

Ron gawked.

The bell
rang.

�Too bad,
Potter,� Draco sighed and leaned in so that he was very, very close to his
nemesis. �Things were just about to . .
. heat . . . up.�

Harry
shivered when he felt Draco�s breath warm the side of his neck and he blinked
at the words that were shared. What in
Merlin�s name was that supposed to mean?

'> Draco stood
up and moved away from the table. He
was the first in the great hall to do anything. �Next time, Potter . . .� he stated, chuckling. �Always a next time.� And with that he left.

* * *

�I am so
embarrassed,� Harry mumbled and ducked his head as he raced through the hallway
with Hermione and Ron towards Potions class.
�Everyone in the great was was just � staring!� Harry sighed, �And what makes me mad is it
didn�t even phase Malfoy!� �But
if phased me,� Harry frowned as he admitted this to himself.

�What the
bloody hell was that all about anyway,� Ron asked, obviously confused and
outraged.

�With
Malfoy?� Harry snorted, �Who knows. It
was probably just another invitation to duel.
I�m surprised he didn�t set a date.�

Hermione
looked as though she were frustrated with a mass amount of personal thoughts,
as if e wee were something on the tip of her tongue that she just couldn�t say.

�Hermione? What is it?� Harry asked after noting his
other friend�s facial expressions.

The young
witch paused, then shook her head, �It�s nothing Harry.� Sfferffered a small smile, �Really. Just some silly thoughts.�

�Well, it�s
all silliness in the end,� Harry smiled.

�No, I
don�t think so,� Hermione frowned and stopped suddenly grabbing Harry�s
arm. �Just, whatever you do �� she
swallowed. �Harry just be careful
around oy toy today, alright? Avoid him
as much as possible. Please?�

�Don�t worry,
I will,� Harry stated and smiled.

�Come on
you two,� Ron interrupted, bouncing from foot to foot. �We�re going to be late!�

�Great, just great. How many points do you think it�ll be this time? Snape will just compliment Malfoy�s previous
doings,� Harry growled.

* * *

�Twenty
points from Gryffindor!� Professor Severus Snape sneered. �Once again the
�trouome ome trio� has felt the need to be late.�

Harry held
his head in his hands and tried to will his headache away. He hadn�t been able to move from the lunch
table for a good five minutes after what had happened. Hermione and Ron had to literally pull him
away from where he sat, dumbstruck, confused, and angry.

�Mister. Potter.�

Harry�s
head pounded. �Here we go,� his
mind moaned. �Your marks on your essay might have been higher. But no, that would have been too much of an
effort, wouldn�t it, Mister Potter.
Might have required some � thinking skills.� The Slytherins chuckled in the background of the classroom.

Draco
Malfoy smirked as he listened to Snape rile on at Potter. He loved potions � especially when
Gryffindor�s golden boy was in the head Slytherin�s foul spotlight.

He turned
his focus to watch his rival. No doubt
Harry Potter was just seething inside.
Draco admitted he would seethe under such circumstances. No doubt Potter�s green eyes were full of
fury, his lips pursed with their own plea not to be used . . . what he wouldn�t
give to use them . . . those luscious lips, to see those eyes glimmer with
passion and hate . . .

Harry knew
his eyes were giving him away, full of fury, he was sure Snape could read his
agitation so well. He pursed his lips,
refusing to comment aloud. Instead his
mind gave way to the temptation.

�Right. As if I could block out any of those nasty
things you say to me on a daily basis; I do believe I have them all
memorized. Perhaps an essay on your
rude commentaries might earn me a higher grade?� Harry glared as the mental
dialogue continued. Somewhere in the
background he knew Malfoy was digesting each word Snape said with a cherished
amount of attention.

�Since
you seem so intent on failing my class, and since the Headmaster seems
so intent on seeing you pass my class � you will have to set aside some
of your precious Gryffindor time for a study session.�

1'> �No,
dear god, no . . .� Harry�s mind was continuing to have a fit. There was only one person in class whom
Snape had granted the authorio tuo tutor potions.

Draco Malfoy, who had been
whispering something further to Pansy stopped abru and and looked up at
Professor Snape. He blinked once, then
twice, and then let his jaw drop. Could
fate be so good to him?! Time granted,
by the Professor, to be spent with Potter, without any
interruptions? It would make things so
much easier.

Harry�s mind was reeling. He didn�t want to be anywhere near
Malfoy after today�s weird incident.
There was no way Snape could be doing this to him. No way.

�Mr.
Potter you will meet with Mr. Malfoy at 10:00 PM in the Slytherin common-room
to go over the errors of your essay and to correct them within the best of
your,� he sneered, �ability. I picked
the common room as to not inconvenience Mr. Malfoy because of your academic
negligence. Your essay revision will be
due at the end of class next week.�

Way.

�Mr.
Malfoy,� Snape looked on with pity.
�You will be tutoring Mr. Potter tonight. Best of luck to you.�

�Bloody
hell,� Malfoy muttered under his breath to Pansy who smirked in return. �This�ll be too easy,� he laughed.

�Let this
be a lesson learned, Mister Potter,� Snape said.

Harry let
his head fall mournfully to the desk with a resounded thud. �I�m in hell,� he muttered.

�Twenty more points from Gryffindor, for your smart remark.�

�Right, thanks.� Harry�s mind mourned.

�Perfect,� Draco�s mind oiceoiced.

* * *

Harry just
couldn�t believe his current predicament.
He was standing outside of the Slytherin common room, fist poised to
knock � only he just couldn�t bring himself to do it. His first natural instinct was to run � run, far, far away from
snake territory � from Draco. But his
Gryffindor spirit rose up and challenged him to stay. �Be quick and get it over with.� his mind stated sternly.

Draco
was practically pacing the common room floor when a knock finally resounded at
the portrait-covered entryway. �Bout
bloody time, Potter,� he muttered as he strode forward to let the dark hairebespbespectacled boy in.

Draco
couldn�t help but feeling satisfied � it was obvious that Potter had a case of
the nerves. �Well?! Come in!
Wasting the entire night just standing there like an idiot,� he
chastised.

�Well since
I�m in the company of another idiot we�ll get along just fine,
hopefully,� Potter snapped back, his anger bringing forth enough courage to
enter enemy territory. Potter looked
around the room. It hadn�t changed a
bit since Ron and he had used the polyjuice potion to impersonate Crabbe and
Goyle in seeking answers to the Chamber of Secrets. It was, however, rather void of other inhabitants. �Whes evs everyone?� Potter inquired,
glancing around.

�Who
cares,� Draco shrugged. He had enlisted
Pansy�s help to get most, if not all of Slytherin out of the dormitory. They had their ways.

�Of course,�
Harry muttered, his heart sinking, as he took a seat on one of the sofas. �Here,� he stated quietly and handed Draco
his parchment which contained his failing potions essay.

Draco sat
down right beside Harry, causing the cushion to sink and dip the Gryffindor boy
towards him. He liked the feel of
Harry�s warmth dwindling close to his side.
He nearly snarled when the other boy scooted further down the sofa, away
from him.

�This is an
absolute mess,� Draco rolled his eyes after scanning a word here or there.

�Oh, that
was very helpful, thank you,� Harry hollered. �Maybe now I�ll be able to write an essay more worthy of
Snape�s regard.�

�Calm down,
Potter,� Draco smirked. Harry truly was
rather hot when he was angry. Even with
the moment having passed, Draco could feel his hormones shifting into
gear. He considered all of the
wonderful, nasty things he wanted to do to the other boy and it caused
his heart to thunder. �We can fix
this. We�ll be able to get a lot of
things done tonight.�

Harry took
a deep breath and tried to remain calm.
He watched as Draco went back to looking over his essay. Watched as his fingers slid over the paper,
caressing word after word. He looked at
the other boy�s pale visage, noted the slightly pink cheeks, a finely shaped
nose and lips that were rather pronounced

�Well?�
Harry said, his gaze hopeful. �Where do
we start?�

Draco
looked up and into Harry�s hopeful gaze.
So that�s what his eyes looked like with a moment�s worth of trust. Green, light and clear, his eyes shone
softly into Draco�s own gray, calculating ones.

�Upstairs,�
Draco said hoarsely.

�What?�
Harry leaned in closer.

�Upstairs �
I have some texts we can use. You need
more supporting quotes from other authors,� Draco said quickly and stood. �They�ll help support your current
theories. After we get the quotes,
we�ll look at the construction of your argument. Come on, then.�

Harry
hesitated. Why did he feel as though he
were going farther into the serpent�s lair.
Well, basically, because he was.
�Oh get a grip,� he scoffed at himself. �This is Malfoy. The
most I�ve had to worry about with him is a drawn wand,� he reminded. �What else could possibly happen?�

�Potter do
you plan on joining me or not?� Draco pushed, clutching the essay in his
hands. Thin, snakelike cords burst from Malfoy�s
wand and circled tightly around Harry�s wrists, binding him to the bed.

�Uhhn!�
Harry threw back his head as he felt Draco enter him. His hands were fistedn, en, even as they were still bound to the
headboard, limiting his freedom.

�Yes!�
Draco cried in triumph and pleasure. He
pulled out slowly, feeling the warm, slick entrance ripple against his shaft
and then plunged back in.

Harry
mewled like a kitten as Draco slowly increased the speed and power in his
thrusts. His head was thrown back in
forth with each moment of pleasure and he was sure he was going to die from it
all. It didn�t hurt � not one bit. And that, oddly enough, was disappointing.

It was
11:36 PM.

�Harder,�
Harry gasped, squeezing his anus muscles to tighten around the other moaning
boy, �fuck me harder!�

Draco was
only too happy to oblige. The bed shook
with every thrust, and Potter�s cock dripped happily ohis his own stomach.

�Tell � me
� you�re � mine!� Draco demanded with each thrust.

Harry�s
eyes rolled as he felt that special spot inside of him being hit, and each time
prompting him closer to a huge release.

�Uhn,� he
felt his body tingling and he refused still to answer, his mind rebelling.

Draco�s
hand reached out to slap Harry�s cheek.
�I�m the one fucking you, Potter!� he gasped. �You spread your legs for me in the end!�

Harry felt
as though his body would fall apart at any moment. Every single nerve was on fire with hormonal pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to be dominated
� to let Draco win the greatest battle between the two of them yet.

�Say it!�
Draco demanded slamming into him so hard his balls slapped loudly against
Harry�s ass. �You belong to ME!�

Harry felt
himself coming, felt the world shifting and an enormous wave of feeling rolled
over his spirit.

�Oh god, yes. I belong to you! Oh fuck me, Draco!� he mewled, no longer able to lie to himself
or to escape the truth. And with that
he experienced his orgasm, feeling Draco come within him, spilling seed with a
rush into Harry�s fulfilled body.

Draco
collapsed onto Potter�s own sweat soaked form. He felt their skin sticking to one another�s and felt their
quick breaths timed in rhythm.

Potter�s
body was shaking and he was still mewling and moaning here and there in the
aftermaths of it all. Draco looked the
other boy over and smiled. Oh he liked
this look on Potter. Bound to his bed,
panting, eron son still strong only slightly fading from use, and making lovely
little noises. He was freshly
fucked. Oh yes, this would have to take
place more often.

It was
midnight.

�Are you
happy now,� came the hoarse, quiet voice.

Draco
blinked and looked Potter in the eye.

�Yes,� he
admitted.

Harry
closed his eyes and bit his lip. He
turned his head away in embarrassment and uncertainty. Soft fingers traced his check and then his
jaw line, coming to rest on his lips.
Harry turned his head upward to meet Draco�s gaze.

Draco saw
the uncertainty in Harry�s eyes. He
knew that reality was slowly making an impact on his current reality. He could hear all the thoughts already, �Will
he blackmail me? Has he used me? Is he
finished with me?�

Draco
leaned in and kissed those seductive, swollen lips. It would be rather hard to say goodbye to this moment. He reached up and with his wand, ended the
bondage spell that had held his nemesis lover captive.

Harry
gasped as he was released, pushing himself up and back towards the top of the
bed, away from the other handsome boy.
He winced at his tender backside and tried to think about what to do
next.

�Potter . .
.Harry . . .� Draco started. �There�s
something . . . something you should know,� Draco bit his bottom lip. Where to start. Things had changed.
Something had been unleashed . . . released . . . in the carnal
time they had shared. At least he thought
so.

A
resounding clap came from the doorway.
Draco and Harry both turned to look up, rather startled by the
intrusion.

�Bravo,�
Pansy stated, smirking and applauding.
�Who would have thought you could have pulled it off as well as you
did?�

�Parkinson!�
Draco growled moving off the bed and towards the other Slytherin. He didn�t cover himself as he strode, he was
in control of the situation and himself and planned to stay that way without
any embarrassment.

Harry
grabbed the bed coverings and tried to cover himself as quickly as
possible. He was so confused � his mind
and body so tired from all of the previous activities.

�Get the
hell out!� Draco yelled. �I�m not
finished here and I don�t need you fucking things up!�

�Looks like
things were alread. . . . fucked,� she laughed and eyed Harry. �Of course this confirms the bet,� she
shrugged.

�What?�
Harry stated quietly. �What bet?�

�Draco and
I had an understanding,� Pansy started.

�I�m
warning you!� Draco started. "> �Not
another word! Things have changed!�

�Changed?�
Pansy scoffed. �You wish. It was all a game, Potter. Certainly you understand the endless
competition you and Draco share? Well
this is yet another fa�ade to it all. I
do say it was daring but, well, all�s fair in love and domination.� She smirked. �Of course, the big question is,� she moved forward and whispered
in Draco�s ear, �Who really played who here?
And did you really win anything, hmm? I�d wager, I won just as much.�

�Get out
you bitch,� Draco stated and glared with such anger it would have struck most
people as unbelievable.

Pansy noted
the quietness of the room. She looked
from Draco�s outrage to Potter�s horror and disbelief, �As you wish, Draco
Darling. My work here is done. Sometimes it pays to be so focused on
winning � then you never really realize that you�ve actually lost. Have a good night, boys.�

The door
shut behind her with a resounding thud.
Neither of the boys made a motion to move.

�It was all
�� Harry choked out. �You really had
this well planned out . . . to think I finally gave in . . .�

�Potter,�
Draco started.

�Oh no,
that�s fi Har Harry stated quietly. �I
guess you wanted to fuck and I needed a fuck and Pansy just needed a twisted
moment in her life. We all benefited
here, right? Though I can�t figure out
where Snape lucked out. He won�t have
an essay tomorrow. Oh wait, he can fail
me again,� he laughed hysterically as he began to dress, searching here and
there for discarded clothes and a missing by magic shirt.

�When this
started,� Draco began. �It started out
where I just wanted to fuck you but � and lord knows I still do, but -�

Harry had
heard enough. He grabbed Draco�s wand
from where it lay unused on the bed and pointed it at the other boy. �Not � another � word. You got your wish, you �fucked� me
and now we�re through. Where�s my wand
you bastard.� Harry patted at his
pockets, realizing it was gone.

Draco
swallowed, his heart thundering. He
nodded his head towards the trunk and didn�t move. He watched as the other boy rummaged around to find his magical
aid and then quickly left the room.

Silence was
all that was left. Somewhere in the
distance an owl sang.

Draco went to sit down on the
rumpled sheets of his bed. Running a
hand through his usually tame blonde hair, Draco closed his eyes and held his
head in his hands. What a mess. What a bloody mess.

Harry, he
realized, balanced him and he balanced Harry.
For all his Darkness, Harry was his light. Draco desperately needed someone to dominate (it was in his
character) and Harry desperately needed to be dominated. In their rivalry there was an
understanding. In their rivalry � there
was so much more.

�And you
thought one good old fuck would do it, did you?� his mind taunted.

He wanted
more. He�d always want more. But he knew because of the treachery
involved Potter was likely never going to give anything else to him. Had it been purely private, his submission
wouldn�t have been a humiliation. But
it hadn�t. It had involved others, it
had involved ego and it had ended only when it had started. He would having nothing now � not even the
innocent anger that used to fuel them on.

�I�ll
always want you, Potter. I�ll always
fight . . . � with you? For you?
�I think I love you . . .� he stated out loud in the empty room to no
one. No one answered.

He reached
down off of the floor and picked up the long ago abandoned essay from where it
lay, untouched - alone.

* * *

It is
amazing how even though time passes, days amounting to a week�s time, life can
still have a surprise in store for the unsuspecting . . .

�MISTER
LONGBOTTOM � you will stay after class to clean up this mess!� Snape
pointed to the desk where the remains of an exploded cauldron rested. �Every one of you will have your new
essays �Herbal and fungi restorative properties and fundamentals� to me by next
week!� he continued.

The
potion�s class was trying very quickly to exit the classroom before Severus
Snape could inflict any more of his frustration on them. It was the last class for the day � since
all others had been canceled due to a staff meeting.

�Come on,
Harry!� Ron motioned frantically.
�Let�s go before he ��

�Mr.
Potter! Come here!� Snape barked out.

�Go on,� he
nodded to Ron and Hermione. �I�ll be
right there.� Neither of his friends
knew what had happened between Draco and Harry. Not really. All Harry had
said was that he and the young Slytherin had ended up fighting again and Harry
had given up any hope of getting the revision done and had accidentally left
the parchment there in his haste to leave.

Harry sighed and shuffledwly wly
over to the waiting professor. He had
known this moment was coming. He looked
up to see Snape sneering down at him.

�Well, I hope you didn�t
waste Mr. Malfoy�s time,� Snape snarled.

�Oh, hardly,� Harry�s mind
growlepan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> �He got more out of me than
I did him.�

�No sir,� Harry ground out from
behind clenched teeth.

�Well, where is your essay,
Mr. Potter?� Snape prodded, looking exasperated.

�Here,� came a voice from the
doorway. �Here it is. I have it, Professor.� Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, hand
extended holding a rolled piece of parchment.

�Why do you have it and not Mr.
Potter?� Snape asked, full of obvious suspicion.

�I agreed to proof the spelling one
more time, Sir - at lunch.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> There wasn�t
enough time for me to hand it back to Potter before then.�

Snape stalked forward and snatched
it out of Malfoy�s hand. �Very well,�
he murmured. His look was
calculating. Too calculating. �Off with you both, then. I hope the results this time are better than
before.�

Harry swallowed and tried to stay
calm. He followed Malfoy out the door
and tried to regulate his racing heart.
He didn�t slow his pace or meet Draco�s gaze even as the other boy
walked calmly by his side.

�Why did you do that?� Harry asked
quietly.

�Because I needed to finish what I
started,� Draco stated simply.

�Really,� Harry scoffed as they
continued to walk down the hallway. �I
didn�t figure you were the one to dedicate yourself to anything worthwhile or
selfless.�

�Neither did I,� Malfoy stated
gracefully. �I still probably wouldn�t,
but since it has to do with you . . .� he trailed off. He reached out and
gently grabbed Harry�s wrist, halting him where they stood. �People change . . . rivalries change,
Potter.�

�I know there�s a connection
between us Draco. I admit, I do desire
you . . . but . .how can I trust you?
How can I believe �� Harry choked out.

�You can�t . . . not right away,�
Draco shrugged. �Only with time.�

�It�s all so complicated. What if I�m not willing?� Harry�s asked,
raising his chin with defiance.

Malfoy chuckled, �You were never
willing to begin with, Potter.�

Harry felt his cheeks blush and
smirked, remembering. �You�re not in the clear yet, Malfoy,� Harry intoned.

�Didn�t expect to be,� Draco
grinned.

�I still have an inkling to hex
you. This doesn�t change much,� Harry
continued.

�Wouldn�t want it to,� Draco
chuckled. �Did you want to schedule a
duel?�

�No, I might curse you. It won�t be so easy this time,� Harry
decided.

�I love a good challenge,� Draco
sighed. �Just as long as there is enough
time . .�

�You�re lucky there�s going to be a
next time . . .�Harry rolled his eyes.

�I demand it. After all,� Draco smirked and pulled Harry
into his arms with enough force to leave the other boy breathless, �I always
get what I want.�

The day had ended. But they both had a few more lessons, no
doubt, to learn.
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