Chapter eighteen.
At long, long, long last. Also, this chapter hasn't been betaed. It seems my beta is either on vacation, dead, or has given up on me. In which case, I might be in the market for a new beta. Email me if you're interested.
Also, quite a few of the emails on the mailing list failed delivery when I sent out the update this time. If you are on the mailing list and didn't receive an update, please let me know.
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Harry was very tempted to refer to that November as "The Best Month Ever." Despite its rocky beginning, the last three weeks were incredibly pleasant. Any month where Malfoy was sucking him off three days a week was a good month indeed.
At first Mason had allowed them free reign to learn and explore all of the quirks of this new, exciting step with their partners. Harry learned that Malfoy was ticklish right along the trail of hair leading down from his navel, that he produced an great deal of noise when he was really worked up, and that from the right angle his ribcage went incredibly concave when he was sucking in deep breaths after coming very hard.
It was easy to forget about Dumbledore's manipulation, the upcoming war and Voldemort. For one month they were just two normal, horny teenage boys exploring their sexuality and each other.
***
"All righ', line up here, all a' yeh!"
They did, huddling together and chuffing their hands as they did so. It was a clear, bitterly cold Tuesday morning and everyone was doing their fair share of grumbling. Harry cupped his gloved hands in front of his face and blew into them, the warm puff of air washing over his cold cheeks. He stared at the green and gray stripes of Draco's scarf in front of him, wishing he could bury his face in it.
Hagrid was talking about some bunny-like magical creature with pure white fur that only came out during the winter months when there was a blanket of snow on the ground. They were going to hunt for it today.
"Yeh can tell 'em by their eyes. Red as rubies, they are. Or blood. Eh... Tha' reminds me, don't go reachin' fer 'em too fast."
More groans at that. Harry continued to stare at the back of Draco's head as a weak breeze ruffled his hair. Draco shivered, and Harry longed to take the one step forward that would bring them into contact. Draco shifted on one foot almost imperceptibly, shifting the minutest bit in Harry's direction. Harry closed his eyes and pictured stepping forward, pressing himself along Draco's back and burying his face in his warm neck, inhaling...
He heard Draco's faint gasp and felt the slightest bit warmer. He hadn't been aware of moving, but suddenly Draco's wool coat was scratching briefly across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that he hadn't moved. Draco was swaying noticeably, leaning back into him. Harry felt a moment of panic and looked around, but no one else seemed to have noticed. Suddenly aware of something brushing his hand, he looked down and saw Draco's gloved fingers curling around his. Biting his lip and taking another quick peek around, he took Draco's fingers in his palm and gave them a brief squeeze.
Draco squeezed back and took another small step backward. Harry caught his breath and released Draco's hand, where it dropped onto his thigh and he had to fight not to let out a squeak. Warm radiated out from Draco, spreading along Harry's front and making him want to groan and wrap his arms around Draco. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, his chest brushing Draco's back for a tantalizing instant.
And then Draco leaned back even further, pressing himself solidly against Harry and letting out a tiny groan as he pushed back into Harry's groin.
That got everyone's attention. Suddenly every pair of eyes was on them, including Hagrid's. Harry felt Draco go stiff and then jerk away as he realized what had happened. He swallowed hard, looking at Hermione and seeing her face slack with shock. He glanced at Ron and saw his expression flicking between disbelief, anger and disgust. Harry's cheeks blazed despite the cold.
***
It was the talk of the school by lunch that day: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were more than just unfortunate partners in class. Harry kept his head down in the hallways and avoided Ron all day. Draco showed up to class looking pale and preoccupied.
"My mother wrote me this morning," he told Harry as he settled down in the armchair in their booth, instead of sitting on the couch next to Harry.
"So soon?" Harry asked. "Didn't take your friends long, did it?"
"They are my friends!" Draco shouted. "They care about me. They don't want me mucking up my future with some... Muggle-raised, half-blood ingrate!"
Harry clenched his fists and tried to remain calm. "If they were your friends, they'd want to you be happy."
"I'm not happy!" Draco exploded.
The silence afterward was thick and Draco looked close to tears. Harry knew there was more to it, and desperately wanted to know what Narcissa had written to him.
"Then why are you still here?" he asked quietly.
"Because I owe you," answered Draco, giving him a look that said he should know that. "Because I made a deal, and I have to go through with it. But after this semester I won't owe you anything."
"Good, then. You can just tell your mother that." Harry said through clenched teeth, and stood up. "Now get on the bed."
Draco gave him a flabbergasted look before glaring at him, but he obeyed. They stripped off in silence and climbed onto opposite sides of the bed. Draco took his own dick in his hand, working it until he began to grow hard. Harry slapped his hand away and wrapped his arms under Draco's thighs, pulling him roughly forward so that his legs were splayed open and his semi-hard cock bobbed in front of his face. Draco's eyes dropped closed and his hands wound into Harry's hair as he began their assignment.
Instead of progressing as usual, though, Harry let his lips slip down to Draco's balls. He'd only done this a few times before and Draco gasped and twitched above him. He mouthed them, tickling with the tip of his tongue and slurping messily. Moving one arm out from under Draco, he trailed his fingers over them and through the trail of saliva that led down between his arsecheeks.
Draco let out a surprised grunt when Harry's fingers brushed over his opening. Harry distracted him by leaning back up to take Draco's entire prick into his mouth, letting it brush the back of his throat in a way that he knew would please him.
Harry remembered the way Draco had pushed back against him yesterday, grinding his arse slightly into his cock. And the way he'd groaned...
He continued to tickle his fingers up and down Draco's crack and over the little puckered hole, circling it with his index finger every so often. Draco made tiny little gasping noises each time he came close to breaching him, his fingers tightening in Harry's hair. Harry grinned around his mouthful of cock. He knew exactly how to make Draco anticipate something until by the time he finally got around to doing it, Draco thought it was what he'd wanted all along.
Harry let Draco's cock slide out of his mouth and dropped down too quickly for Draco to figure out what he was up to and drag him back up by his hair. By the time he'd trailed his tongue over his balls and down to meet his fingers, Draco's eyes had popped open and he'd tried to sit up. Harry tightened his grip around one thigh and used the other hand across Draco's stomach to hold him down.
"Potter, no! That's disgusting!"
Draco's voice sounded high and reedy, and Harry could almost hear that he was blushing. His hands fluttered over Harry's head and shoulders, grasping and pulling, but not too hard. At the first swipe of Harry's tongue, he let out a strangled groan and his hands flew up to grip the pillowcase above his head.
Harry half-expected Professor Mason to come sweeping in at any second to stop them, but after a few seconds it became apparent that this also fell under the category of oral sex. Harry pressed his tongue flat and began licking in broad stripes.
"S'not right..." Draco moaned, and Harry had to fight not to laugh when Draco's cock twitched heartily in objection and bopped him on the head.
Harry experimented, alternating between licking and sucking, circling the tip of his tongue around Draco's hole and jabbing it in. Within five minutes Draco's hips wouldn't stay on the mattress and Harry was having a hard time keeping his glasses on his face. Frustrated, he reached up and flung them off before diving back in.
"Nnguh! Potter, I need to come," Draco told him, and fisted a hand in his hair to pull him back up to his cock.
Harry obliged, sliding his mouth over the glans and placing his fingers where his mouth had been. Draco didn't even seem to notice the switch until the first finger was in up to the second knuckle. He shouted something unintelligible and pushed his hips up into Harry's face, sliding his cock in deeper.
Harry found a rhythm, sliding his mouth up and down in time with working his finger in and out of Draco. Draco's breath was doing that adorable little catching thing, and Harry opened his eyes to watch his face. He wanted to watch him come completely undone.
Draco's gasps turned into breathless yips, and then his back bowed off the bed as he came spectacularly into Harry's mouth. His cock pulsed heavily against Harry's tongue, and Harry swallowed around it, before pulling off. He carefully pulled his finger out of Draco's arse and flopped down on the bed next to him. His own dick bounced heavily against his stomach and he took it in his hand, closing his eyes as he began to wank.
"What're you doing?" Draco mumbled sleepily beside him. "I'm supposed to do that."
"Sorry," said Harry, and he gladly relinquished his cock to Draco's hand. "This won't take long..."
Draco chuckled next to his ear and slid down to press kisses against his throat as he pumped his hand up and down. Harry bit his lip as he felt his muscles tighten. He hadn't been lying, this wouldn't take long at all. He jerked as the first jet of come hit his belly and Draco moaned against his neck, sucking hard on his pulse until he was finished.
Harry collapsed against the bedsheets, sweaty and breathless. Draco remained curled into his side, still nuzzling his neck. Harry moaned weakly and reached down to squeeze his sticky hand.
"Well done, boys," a muffled voice quipped from beyond the curtain of their booth. "I'll be needing a new desk. I prefer mahogany, please."
Harry's eyes popped open and he jerked around to look at Draco, who looked equally scandalized. Then Draco raised one sardonic eyebrow, and Harry burst out laughing. Draco turned his face to snicker into his pillow and Harry's head dropped onto his shoulder.
Draco didn't even protest when Harry pulled him up for a kiss before they had to get dressed. His face as they were leaving, though, revealed that he had realized his slip in self control. Harry shook his head. He didn't understand Draco's unwillingness to allow himself to enjoy this. And he only had a month left to convince him.
Luckily next week they would begin the next phase of their training. The idea of Draco in such a vulnerable state sent a thrill through Harry that he knew wasn't entirely free of malice. He'd wanked to images of Draco under him, spread wide and pleading for weeks now, and knew that his fantasies often took a slightly violent turn.
He hoped Draco didn't do anything to anger him before Monday evening.
***
"Oh look, Draco. Here comes your boyfriend."
It wasn't very good in the way of insults, but then it didn't have to be. Draco's reputation was hanging by a thread, and Blaise knew it. He wouldn't waste unnecessary effort in order to secure his position as alpha Slytherin if he didn't have to.
Draco looked over his shoulder and saw that in fact Potter and his friends were approaching the crowd gathered outside of the Potions classroom. Harry was looking at him with that vague, hopeful expression that he'd adopted lately. A quick glance at Blaise showed he'd noticed it too, and he raised one dark, mocking eyebrow at Draco.
Draco tried to think of something cutting to say but nothing immediately came to mind so he opted for cool stoicism instead.
"Hey, Potter!" Blaise shouted with a brilliant smile. "Tonight's the big night, isn't it?"
Harry stopped just short of the rest of the class gathered there. He looked as though someone had punched him in the gut and he was about to puke.
"Shut up, Blaise." Draco hissed.
"Oh, come now, Draco," Blaise simpered. "Don't be shy. We all know you're a virgin, there's no need to put on airs."
The other Slytherins tittered and Draco's face went scarlet. He turned away and bit the inside of his cheek.
"He told you to shut up, Zabini." Harry sounded closer now, and angry.
Draco whirled around and glared at him. "I don't need you sticking up for me!"
Harry glared back at him, and looked on the verge of saying something before Blaise cut in.
"Aw, that's so sweet. Potter's taking up for his blushing boyfriend's virtue."
This drew heartier guffaws from the gang of Slytherins, and Draco's fists clenched at his sides in humiliation. Harry's eyes were back on Blaise, and his expression was murderous.
"At least he has some," he said to the larger boy.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco shouted. Couldn't Harry see he was just making it worse?
Harry took a step toward him, looking hurt and confused. And angry.
"I'm not the one attacking you, here!" said Harry defensively, and reached out to Draco as though to touch him.
"Fuck off." Draco told him coldly, and took a hasty step back.
Right before he turned away, Draco saw Harry's eyes go narrow and dangerous. Blaise snickered and muttered, "I'm sure he will, later tonight."
The tips of Draco's ears were stinging. The stupid Gryffindor had gotten himself into this, as far as Draco was concerned. He couldn't just leave well enough alone and mind his own business.
Snape arrived and let them into the classroom. Draco took his usual bench with Goyle, and spent the remainder of the class acutely aware of Harry's eyes on him. His hands shook as he tried to prepare the ingredients for their potion. Eventually he set Goyle to doing it while he sat with his forehead in his cupped hands, willing his heart to stop racing.
His mind strayed to the Sex Magic lesson later tonight, and what Blaise had said. He'd known about tonight, and what would happen. He'd tried not to think of it too much, but when he had it sent a tiny thrill of excitement through him. Now he felt sick with anxiety at the thought of what would take place later.
Harry was angry, and even more so Draco had embarrassed him in front of a crowd of people. Harry was bound to be forceful tonight, and when Harry got pushy and dominating Draco became... compliant. Draco didn't like that side of himself, and he hated even more that he could recognize it and still do nothing about it.
Draco had a fleeting imagine of Harry holding him down while he did that thing with his tongue again, and felt himself grow hard. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
He stood a very real chance of making a complete idiot of himself tonight. Turning to steal a glance at Harry, Draco's stomach turned over when Harry looked up and glared back at him while chopping his Fo Ti root with vicious force.
A very real chance, indeed.
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Continue on to Chapter Nineteen by leo_draconis.
Also, quite a few of the emails on the mailing list failed delivery when I sent out the update this time. If you are on the mailing list and didn't receive an update, please let me know.
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Harry was very tempted to refer to that November as "The Best Month Ever." Despite its rocky beginning, the last three weeks were incredibly pleasant. Any month where Malfoy was sucking him off three days a week was a good month indeed.
At first Mason had allowed them free reign to learn and explore all of the quirks of this new, exciting step with their partners. Harry learned that Malfoy was ticklish right along the trail of hair leading down from his navel, that he produced an great deal of noise when he was really worked up, and that from the right angle his ribcage went incredibly concave when he was sucking in deep breaths after coming very hard.
It was easy to forget about Dumbledore's manipulation, the upcoming war and Voldemort. For one month they were just two normal, horny teenage boys exploring their sexuality and each other.
***
"All righ', line up here, all a' yeh!"
They did, huddling together and chuffing their hands as they did so. It was a clear, bitterly cold Tuesday morning and everyone was doing their fair share of grumbling. Harry cupped his gloved hands in front of his face and blew into them, the warm puff of air washing over his cold cheeks. He stared at the green and gray stripes of Draco's scarf in front of him, wishing he could bury his face in it.
Hagrid was talking about some bunny-like magical creature with pure white fur that only came out during the winter months when there was a blanket of snow on the ground. They were going to hunt for it today.
"Yeh can tell 'em by their eyes. Red as rubies, they are. Or blood. Eh... Tha' reminds me, don't go reachin' fer 'em too fast."
More groans at that. Harry continued to stare at the back of Draco's head as a weak breeze ruffled his hair. Draco shivered, and Harry longed to take the one step forward that would bring them into contact. Draco shifted on one foot almost imperceptibly, shifting the minutest bit in Harry's direction. Harry closed his eyes and pictured stepping forward, pressing himself along Draco's back and burying his face in his warm neck, inhaling...
He heard Draco's faint gasp and felt the slightest bit warmer. He hadn't been aware of moving, but suddenly Draco's wool coat was scratching briefly across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that he hadn't moved. Draco was swaying noticeably, leaning back into him. Harry felt a moment of panic and looked around, but no one else seemed to have noticed. Suddenly aware of something brushing his hand, he looked down and saw Draco's gloved fingers curling around his. Biting his lip and taking another quick peek around, he took Draco's fingers in his palm and gave them a brief squeeze.
Draco squeezed back and took another small step backward. Harry caught his breath and released Draco's hand, where it dropped onto his thigh and he had to fight not to let out a squeak. Warm radiated out from Draco, spreading along Harry's front and making him want to groan and wrap his arms around Draco. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, his chest brushing Draco's back for a tantalizing instant.
And then Draco leaned back even further, pressing himself solidly against Harry and letting out a tiny groan as he pushed back into Harry's groin.
That got everyone's attention. Suddenly every pair of eyes was on them, including Hagrid's. Harry felt Draco go stiff and then jerk away as he realized what had happened. He swallowed hard, looking at Hermione and seeing her face slack with shock. He glanced at Ron and saw his expression flicking between disbelief, anger and disgust. Harry's cheeks blazed despite the cold.
***
It was the talk of the school by lunch that day: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were more than just unfortunate partners in class. Harry kept his head down in the hallways and avoided Ron all day. Draco showed up to class looking pale and preoccupied.
"My mother wrote me this morning," he told Harry as he settled down in the armchair in their booth, instead of sitting on the couch next to Harry.
"So soon?" Harry asked. "Didn't take your friends long, did it?"
"They are my friends!" Draco shouted. "They care about me. They don't want me mucking up my future with some... Muggle-raised, half-blood ingrate!"
Harry clenched his fists and tried to remain calm. "If they were your friends, they'd want to you be happy."
"I'm not happy!" Draco exploded.
The silence afterward was thick and Draco looked close to tears. Harry knew there was more to it, and desperately wanted to know what Narcissa had written to him.
"Then why are you still here?" he asked quietly.
"Because I owe you," answered Draco, giving him a look that said he should know that. "Because I made a deal, and I have to go through with it. But after this semester I won't owe you anything."
"Good, then. You can just tell your mother that." Harry said through clenched teeth, and stood up. "Now get on the bed."
Draco gave him a flabbergasted look before glaring at him, but he obeyed. They stripped off in silence and climbed onto opposite sides of the bed. Draco took his own dick in his hand, working it until he began to grow hard. Harry slapped his hand away and wrapped his arms under Draco's thighs, pulling him roughly forward so that his legs were splayed open and his semi-hard cock bobbed in front of his face. Draco's eyes dropped closed and his hands wound into Harry's hair as he began their assignment.
Instead of progressing as usual, though, Harry let his lips slip down to Draco's balls. He'd only done this a few times before and Draco gasped and twitched above him. He mouthed them, tickling with the tip of his tongue and slurping messily. Moving one arm out from under Draco, he trailed his fingers over them and through the trail of saliva that led down between his arsecheeks.
Draco let out a surprised grunt when Harry's fingers brushed over his opening. Harry distracted him by leaning back up to take Draco's entire prick into his mouth, letting it brush the back of his throat in a way that he knew would please him.
Harry remembered the way Draco had pushed back against him yesterday, grinding his arse slightly into his cock. And the way he'd groaned...
He continued to tickle his fingers up and down Draco's crack and over the little puckered hole, circling it with his index finger every so often. Draco made tiny little gasping noises each time he came close to breaching him, his fingers tightening in Harry's hair. Harry grinned around his mouthful of cock. He knew exactly how to make Draco anticipate something until by the time he finally got around to doing it, Draco thought it was what he'd wanted all along.
Harry let Draco's cock slide out of his mouth and dropped down too quickly for Draco to figure out what he was up to and drag him back up by his hair. By the time he'd trailed his tongue over his balls and down to meet his fingers, Draco's eyes had popped open and he'd tried to sit up. Harry tightened his grip around one thigh and used the other hand across Draco's stomach to hold him down.
"Potter, no! That's disgusting!"
Draco's voice sounded high and reedy, and Harry could almost hear that he was blushing. His hands fluttered over Harry's head and shoulders, grasping and pulling, but not too hard. At the first swipe of Harry's tongue, he let out a strangled groan and his hands flew up to grip the pillowcase above his head.
Harry half-expected Professor Mason to come sweeping in at any second to stop them, but after a few seconds it became apparent that this also fell under the category of oral sex. Harry pressed his tongue flat and began licking in broad stripes.
"S'not right..." Draco moaned, and Harry had to fight not to laugh when Draco's cock twitched heartily in objection and bopped him on the head.
Harry experimented, alternating between licking and sucking, circling the tip of his tongue around Draco's hole and jabbing it in. Within five minutes Draco's hips wouldn't stay on the mattress and Harry was having a hard time keeping his glasses on his face. Frustrated, he reached up and flung them off before diving back in.
"Nnguh! Potter, I need to come," Draco told him, and fisted a hand in his hair to pull him back up to his cock.
Harry obliged, sliding his mouth over the glans and placing his fingers where his mouth had been. Draco didn't even seem to notice the switch until the first finger was in up to the second knuckle. He shouted something unintelligible and pushed his hips up into Harry's face, sliding his cock in deeper.
Harry found a rhythm, sliding his mouth up and down in time with working his finger in and out of Draco. Draco's breath was doing that adorable little catching thing, and Harry opened his eyes to watch his face. He wanted to watch him come completely undone.
Draco's gasps turned into breathless yips, and then his back bowed off the bed as he came spectacularly into Harry's mouth. His cock pulsed heavily against Harry's tongue, and Harry swallowed around it, before pulling off. He carefully pulled his finger out of Draco's arse and flopped down on the bed next to him. His own dick bounced heavily against his stomach and he took it in his hand, closing his eyes as he began to wank.
"What're you doing?" Draco mumbled sleepily beside him. "I'm supposed to do that."
"Sorry," said Harry, and he gladly relinquished his cock to Draco's hand. "This won't take long..."
Draco chuckled next to his ear and slid down to press kisses against his throat as he pumped his hand up and down. Harry bit his lip as he felt his muscles tighten. He hadn't been lying, this wouldn't take long at all. He jerked as the first jet of come hit his belly and Draco moaned against his neck, sucking hard on his pulse until he was finished.
Harry collapsed against the bedsheets, sweaty and breathless. Draco remained curled into his side, still nuzzling his neck. Harry moaned weakly and reached down to squeeze his sticky hand.
"Well done, boys," a muffled voice quipped from beyond the curtain of their booth. "I'll be needing a new desk. I prefer mahogany, please."
Harry's eyes popped open and he jerked around to look at Draco, who looked equally scandalized. Then Draco raised one sardonic eyebrow, and Harry burst out laughing. Draco turned his face to snicker into his pillow and Harry's head dropped onto his shoulder.
Draco didn't even protest when Harry pulled him up for a kiss before they had to get dressed. His face as they were leaving, though, revealed that he had realized his slip in self control. Harry shook his head. He didn't understand Draco's unwillingness to allow himself to enjoy this. And he only had a month left to convince him.
Luckily next week they would begin the next phase of their training. The idea of Draco in such a vulnerable state sent a thrill through Harry that he knew wasn't entirely free of malice. He'd wanked to images of Draco under him, spread wide and pleading for weeks now, and knew that his fantasies often took a slightly violent turn.
He hoped Draco didn't do anything to anger him before Monday evening.
***
"Oh look, Draco. Here comes your boyfriend."
It wasn't very good in the way of insults, but then it didn't have to be. Draco's reputation was hanging by a thread, and Blaise knew it. He wouldn't waste unnecessary effort in order to secure his position as alpha Slytherin if he didn't have to.
Draco looked over his shoulder and saw that in fact Potter and his friends were approaching the crowd gathered outside of the Potions classroom. Harry was looking at him with that vague, hopeful expression that he'd adopted lately. A quick glance at Blaise showed he'd noticed it too, and he raised one dark, mocking eyebrow at Draco.
Draco tried to think of something cutting to say but nothing immediately came to mind so he opted for cool stoicism instead.
"Hey, Potter!" Blaise shouted with a brilliant smile. "Tonight's the big night, isn't it?"
Harry stopped just short of the rest of the class gathered there. He looked as though someone had punched him in the gut and he was about to puke.
"Shut up, Blaise." Draco hissed.
"Oh, come now, Draco," Blaise simpered. "Don't be shy. We all know you're a virgin, there's no need to put on airs."
The other Slytherins tittered and Draco's face went scarlet. He turned away and bit the inside of his cheek.
"He told you to shut up, Zabini." Harry sounded closer now, and angry.
Draco whirled around and glared at him. "I don't need you sticking up for me!"
Harry glared back at him, and looked on the verge of saying something before Blaise cut in.
"Aw, that's so sweet. Potter's taking up for his blushing boyfriend's virtue."
This drew heartier guffaws from the gang of Slytherins, and Draco's fists clenched at his sides in humiliation. Harry's eyes were back on Blaise, and his expression was murderous.
"At least he has some," he said to the larger boy.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco shouted. Couldn't Harry see he was just making it worse?
Harry took a step toward him, looking hurt and confused. And angry.
"I'm not the one attacking you, here!" said Harry defensively, and reached out to Draco as though to touch him.
"Fuck off." Draco told him coldly, and took a hasty step back.
Right before he turned away, Draco saw Harry's eyes go narrow and dangerous. Blaise snickered and muttered, "I'm sure he will, later tonight."
The tips of Draco's ears were stinging. The stupid Gryffindor had gotten himself into this, as far as Draco was concerned. He couldn't just leave well enough alone and mind his own business.
Snape arrived and let them into the classroom. Draco took his usual bench with Goyle, and spent the remainder of the class acutely aware of Harry's eyes on him. His hands shook as he tried to prepare the ingredients for their potion. Eventually he set Goyle to doing it while he sat with his forehead in his cupped hands, willing his heart to stop racing.
His mind strayed to the Sex Magic lesson later tonight, and what Blaise had said. He'd known about tonight, and what would happen. He'd tried not to think of it too much, but when he had it sent a tiny thrill of excitement through him. Now he felt sick with anxiety at the thought of what would take place later.
Harry was angry, and even more so Draco had embarrassed him in front of a crowd of people. Harry was bound to be forceful tonight, and when Harry got pushy and dominating Draco became... compliant. Draco didn't like that side of himself, and he hated even more that he could recognize it and still do nothing about it.
Draco had a fleeting imagine of Harry holding him down while he did that thing with his tongue again, and felt himself grow hard. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
He stood a very real chance of making a complete idiot of himself tonight. Turning to steal a glance at Harry, Draco's stomach turned over when Harry looked up and glared back at him while chopping his Fo Ti root with vicious force.
A very real chance, indeed.
******
Continue on to Chapter Nineteen by leo_draconis.