The next few weeks went by quickly. After the second kiss, Harry didn't trust himself alone with Malfoy, and through careful planning managed to make sure it didn't happen again. Malfoy stayed after class to mark on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and as the NEWTs were drawing ever nearer there were almost always a handful of seventh year students hanging around asking questions. Harry continued to schedule other detentions on Wednesday nights, and when he and Malfoy met on the weekends they did so outdoors.
Malfoy didn't complain -- he got creative. He would often come back to the classroom after the others had left, having conveniently forgotten something, or would go out of his way to walk down corridors near the faculty tower in hopes of running into Harry "unexpectedly" and giving him a wicked grin.
Harry would roll his eyes, but he secretly loved it. His breath would catch in his throat when he saw Malfoy. He could only hope no one else had noticed.
.:::::.
"Just me this afternoon?" Malfoy asked. No other students had stayed behind and the classroom seemed oddly empty.
"They're all leaving for Easter holiday, I suppose," Harry said, handing him a large stack of parchments to mark. "Are you going anywhere?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I'll probably visit Mother on Saturday. Otherwise, I've a lot of studying to do. What about you?"
Harry paused. He wasn't planning to go anywhere, but if Malfoy was going to be here all weekend, perhaps he should. "I haven't decided. Ron and Hermione have been begging me to come visit, see the kids."
"They have children?" Malfoy looked shocked.
"Two," Harry replied. "It's a bit bizarre to think of your friends reproducing, isn't it?"
"Depends on which part of the reproductive process you're thinking about."
"Ha. Get to work, you."
Harry retreated to his office to work for a while, but his mind was trying to work out how to prevent himself from molesting Malfoy before the evening was out.
A knock on his door startled him out of a particularly naughty daydream. "Yes?"
To his surprise, it was Neville whose head popped through the door. "Is he still doing detention, then?" He nodded his head in the direction of the classroom below.
"Sort of. It's a long story. Did you need something?"
"I have a favor to ask, actually." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. Harry allowed himself a moment to admire Neville's broad shoulders and muscular frame.
There had been that one night four years ago when they'd kissed after drinking too much Firewhisky. Neville had stopped Harry's hands when they wandered towards his groin, and though he'd been completely gracious the next day, it had taken Harry a while to get over it.
"McGonagall had me down to stay here over the Easter holiday, but Hannah and I were hoping to get away. McGonagall said that if I could find someone to take my place, I could go." He shot Harry a hopeful look.
"And you're fairly certain I haven't got any plans, are you?"
Neville looked chagrined. "I didn't say that. Though honestly, you hardly ever go anywhere."
Harry sighed. He really ought to say no. He should take this opportunity to get off the grounds for a week and clear his head, anything to get his mind off of Malfoy. He should.
"All right, fine. I'll stay. Go have fun with Hannah."
"I owe you for this, mate. Thanks!" Neville beamed at him before heading back down the stairs.
Harry sighed and rested his forehead on the desk. He must have a masochistic streak he'd never known about.
A few minutes later, he heard voices in the classroom below, and peeked out of the door.
"Hi Professor!" Flora Whitehall grinned as she crossed to the stairs, tugging another seventh year Ravenclaw along with her.
Harry descended the stairs as she approached, trying to remember the name of the other girl. She had done miserably on her Defense OWL and hadn't set foot in his classroom since. Anna? Annette? Something with an A.
"Professor Longbottom just told us that you're staying here for Easter break."
"I've been roped into it, yes." Harry's eyes flicked over to where Malfoy was marking papers and saw him grinning.
"Could we -- our study group, I mean -- use your classroom next week? We need a place to meet and revise and practice spells, and the library's going to be mad crowded."
"I suppose. How many of you are there?"
"Five. Though we're hoping to find a few more, actually."
"Are you?" Harry inclined his head in the direction of Malfoy and Flora cringed. She and her friend exchanged a glance. Harry gave her a pleading look, and she rolled her eyes and nodded.
Both girls walked over to Malfoy and stood in front of him until he looked up.
"What?"
"Are you staying for the holiday?"
"Yes."
"Want to join our study group? We're probably going to hang out in here mostly, revising for Defense and Charms. Professor Coddleworth says we can use the Potions classroom first thing in the morning, so we'll be there a bit too."
"We've got another Slytherin," said the other girl. "So it wouldn't be just you."
Malfoy shrugged. "All right."
"Great, see you!" Flora linked her arm with her friend's and steered her toward the door. "Thanks, Professor!"
Malfoy capped the ink bottle and stacked the parchments, and stood and brought the lot to Harry. "So you're staying after all?"
Harry couldn't help but smile at the expression on his face. "Apparently."
"I have ever so much revising to do. I'll likely need a lot of extra help."
"Good thing you have a new study group, then."
"I was thinking along the lines of private tutoring." Malfoy moved closer.
"The door is open," Harry whispered. He could hear students just outside, chattering excitedly as the beginning of their week-long Easter break was drawing near.
"That makes it more exciting, don't you think?" Malfoy winked at him.
"I can't, Draco. You know I can't until--"
"June, I know." Malfoy sighed and stepped back. "See you around, Professor."
Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as Malfoy walked away.
.:::::.
The study group arrived at 11:00 on Monday morning, arguing animatedly about something they'd just worked on in the Potions classroom. To Harry's surprise, Malfoy was in the middle of it, apparently having just made a point about the importance of stirring techniques. They broke off when they saw Harry, and all smiled and greeted him.
"Let's sit here," Flora said, waving her wand. A group of desks shuffled obediently toward her and formed a circle. The students settled, their rucksacks heavy with books.
In addition to the two Ravenclaw girls and Malfoy, the group was comprised of Hallie Burnsfeld (a Slytherin with quite a talent for Defense), Michael Cox (a Hufflepuff who'd done brilliantly on his OWL but had slacked off since), and Ellen Beckleby (a Gryffindor who seemed to have a permanent crush on Harry).
They set to work on shielding charms and Harry headed up to his office and left them to it. He settled at his desk to read The Daily Prophet with a cup of tea, listening absently to the students talking below. He'd almost finished the paper when a snippet of conversation caught his attention.
"-- so much time marking for him, anyway?"
Harry flicked his wand to raise the volume on the audio monitoring charm. It was a spell he'd learned from Neville, who had half a dozen greenhouses to keep tabs on.
"He's had to give me a lot of extra help," Malfoy replied. "They don't teach Defense properly at Durmstrang and I was lost for the first two weeks I was here. Offering to mark for him was the least I could do."
"So it has nothing to do with trying to get into his trousers?" There was a great deal of giggling at that. "Oh come on, Abraxas, the way you look at him -- it's so obvious. You practically salivate when he walks into the room."
"Who doesn't?" Ellen added, giggling.
"At least you have a chance, unlike poor Ellen."
"What makes you think I have a chance?" Malfoy asked. Harry could hear the tone of seriousness in his voice, though he doubted the others would read it that way.
"Well, he's gay, isn't he? And so are you."
"Oh look, he's blushing!" one of the girls said. "That's so adorable."
"Sorry," Malfoy replied. It sounded like he was grinning. "It wasn't so accepted where I was before. I'm still getting used to it."
"Anyway, you're hardly the first student who's tried to get to know Professor Potter better. I daresay half the girls at this school have plotted to get his attention at one time or another, and a good number of the boys as well."
"Are there a lot of gay students at Hogwarts?" Malfoy asked. Harry felt a stab of guilt that even after two months Malfoy seemed to have no friends.
"Yes. Lots of them are transfers from other schools, like you. Everyone knows it's okay here."
"I assume that if the person has an accent, they're gay."
"Ellen!"
"Well, I do! It's not racist. Or homophobic, or--"
"Michael's gay as well," said Flora. "Did you know?"
"That was subtle," Michael replied, speaking for the first time since Harry had edged up the volume.
"Just thought you should know," Flora continued, her voice a bit sing-songy. "No reason…"
"Flora," Michael said in a fairly menacing tone. The girls giggled some more.
"I've been dying to ask you this," Ellen said. "Are you related to Draco Malfoy, the one who died here in the war?" It was silent for a moment.
"He was my cousin," Malfoy replied. "Third cousin, actually."
"Did you know him?" Ellen sounded a bit excited now.
"A bit. I was very small when he died. How do you know about him?"
"Oh, everyone knows the story, don't we? How his wand made it possible for Professor Potter to defeat Voldemort, and how he tragically died after standing up to his own friends to protect Harry. I mean, Professor Potter."
Harry smiled at that. It wasn't entirely the truth, but he'd never seen a reason to contradict Goyle's story.
"Really?" Malfoy asked, a hint of humor in his tone.
"You look a lot like the pictures I've seen of him," Hallie said. There was a definite note of suspicion in her voice.
"Not the first time I've heard that," Malfoy replied. "You know the old joke about pureblood families and inbreeding, don't you?"
"Their family trees have a single branch, I believe," Michael said, and everyone giggled.
"Exactly," Malfoy said, laughing as well. "Anyway, I have a question about the impenetrable shielding charm." The conversation quickly turned back to revision.
Fifteen minutes later one of the students knocked on the door, and Harry went downstairs to help them work on casting impenetrable shields. Malfoy and Michael had paired off to work on the other side of the room and didn't seem to need any help. Malfoy had always been good at shielding and he seemed to be helping Michael improve his form. Harry watched them with narrowed eyes for a moment before heading back to his office.
An hour later the students left. Harry watched them go, noting with more than a twinge of jealousy that Malfoy and Michael were walking together and talking. Malfoy didn't even look back.
.:::::.
The week of Easter holiday was one of the longest of Harry's life. Without his usual timetable of classes to keep him occupied during the day, he was incredibly bored. By Thursday he'd planned lessons and assignments for the rest of term. There was little left to do but read and he'd never been all that interested in reading. For the fortieth time, he wondered if it was possible to get a decent mobile signal in Hogwarts. He'd been meaning to get a mobile phone anyway.
The study group spent long hours in the classroom, but it soon became boring listening to them alternately discuss the minutia of transfiguration charms and the latest gossip about the love lives of Hogwarts students. He had muted the monitoring spell more than once after accidentally overhearing the sordid details of a student liaison in a semi-public place, and resolved to make certain his own classroom was better secured every night.
He'd expected to have to spend the week fending off Malfoy's attempts to get him alone, but it had been quite the opposite. In fact, Malfoy seemed to be avoiding him. And every time Harry saw him, he was with Michael Cox.
Harry began going out of his way to run into Malfoy, even taking all of his meals in the Great Hall, which he'd never done in all his years on the faculty. He volunteered for evening duty so that he had a reason to walk the halls and look for students who were out and about after hours, or engaged in questionable activities. He learned far more about recreational potions use amongst the students than he'd ever wanted to know, but never saw Malfoy out past dinner.
And every time he saw Malfoy and Michael walking together, or standing close to each other and talking, or laughing -- he felt jealousy burning inside him, surprisingly strong. He would glare at them from a distance and he would instantly feel guilty -- it was all so inappropriate to begin with. As much as he'd tried to catch them in the act, he never saw them touching or kissing, and by Friday his curiosity was killing him.
During the study group he watched Michael watch Malfoy, recognizing the look on his face all too well. Michael leaned close and whispered something in Malfoy's ear that made him grin and blush, and Harry had to turn away.
When the study group began packing up to leave for the afternoon, he came downstairs. "Mr. Malfoy, a word, please?"
Malfoy turned back, surprised, and then waved the others away with a promise of sitting with them at dinner. Michael lingered in the doorway for a moment, but finally left.
Harry gestured up the stairs to his office and Malfoy walked up without a word. Harry followed and closed the door behind them, discreetly casting a locking charm and a silencing spell. He crossed to his desk and picked up a stack of parchments Malfoy had marked for him.
Malfoy smiled politely at him. "Yes, Professor?"
"I regret the day I asked you to call me that," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He held up the stack of parchments. "I wanted to tell you that I've been impressed with your work on these. You've given the students very good feedback, and far more of it than they would have had from me."
"Thanks." Silence stretched between them for a moment. "Was there anything else?"
"I also wanted to ask you how you've been. You seem to have made some friends."
"I suppose I have. I don't know what will happen next week, but it's been pleasant enough."
Harry took a deep breath. "You and Michael Cox seem to be chummy."
Malfoy's eyebrows rose. "Chummy? Come on, Potter, why don't you just ask me what you really want to know?"
"All right, fine." Harry's jaw clenched a bit. "What's going on between you two?"
"Far less than you might have imagined." Malfoy leaned back against the door and smiled.
"Tell me."
"Jealous?"
A wave of anger rushed through Harry, stronger than anything he'd felt in a long time. He had an incredible urge to grab Malfoy and press him up against the door, to kiss him and claim him in the way he'd been dreaming about for the last month. He clenched his fists. Why was he doing this?
"You are jealous," Malfoy said with a laugh.
Harry felt something inside him snap. He pushed Malfoy back against the door and planted his hands on either side of Malfoy's shoulders. "Tell me."
"It's none of your business, is it?" Malfoy's eyes were burning now, with either fear or lust. The two looked remarkably similar.
"I'm making it my business." Harry leaned in close, but stopped an inch away from Malfoy's lips. "Has he kissed you?"
"Yes," Malfoy whispered, leaning forward enough to capture Harry's lips in a searing kiss. "But it's nothing like kissing you."
Harry kissed him again and slid one hand down Malfoy's side, and cupped his cock through the fabric of his trousers. "Has he touched you?"
Malfoy gasped and thrust his hips into Harry's hand. "Fuck, Potter. No, he hasn't. No one has."
"No one?" Malfoy's cock was already hard and Harry stroked it through layers of fabric.
Malfoy moaned into his shoulder and then looked up again, his eyes dark. "I'm a virgin in every possible way. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Harry's hand stilled. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. And don't you dare fucking stop now. You've been teasing me for weeks."
Harry kissed him again. He should stop, he knew he should, but fuck it -- he didn't want to. They were both adults, in the end.
And hell, why should he expect Malfoy to wait until summer? They might have a few weeks, and then what? Malfoy would find a job and start his life, and Harry would come back to Hogwarts and that would be that. Malfoy was young and he had years to explore and fuck around, like Harry had done. Harry was looking for a relationship, but boys Malfoy's age were looking for a fuck, a conquest. Did Harry want to be that?
Malfoy whimpered into his mouth and Harry stopped thinking altogether. He dropped to his knees and unfastened Malfoy's trousers as quickly as he could.
Malfoy gasped when he realized Harry's intention. "Oh, god."
Harry freed his cock and caught only a brief glimpse of it before swallowing it down as far as he could. He had fantasized about this moment -- he'd always planned to take it slow, to torture Malfoy's prick with licks and bites, and to pull back when he was on the edge of orgasm again and again.
They could do that next time. He sucked hard and used his tongue to apply pressure, and Malfoy came within a minute, hissing a string of expletives. Harry released Malfoy's prick with more than a little reluctance and sat back on his heels as Malfoy slid down the door and landed on his arse.
"That was amazing. Wait, did you swallow it?" Malfoy's cheeks flushed.
"Of course." Harry grinned at him.
Malfoy looked like a man who'd just found religion. "Please tell me you're not going to make me wait until June to do that again."
"I may not make you wait ten minutes," Harry said, lunging toward him. There was a knock on the door then, and they both stared at each other for a second before leaping to their feet. Malfoy refastened his trousers and Harry gestured for him to stand behind the door.
He opened it a few inches and peered out. A Gryffindor boy wearing a prefect badge smiled brightly at him and held out a note. "Afternoon, Professor. It's from the Headmistress. She says it's urgent."
"Yes, thanks," Harry said as he took the note. He closed the door and unfolded the paper. "I've got a meeting in five minutes."
"Just my luck," Malfoy said. He bit his lower lip. "So… does this mean we're official?"
It was too late to say no. Harry pulled him in for a kiss, slow and burning and full of longing. God, he wanted Malfoy, more than he could remember wanting anyone before. "We have to be careful. If anyone finds out--"
"They won't. I promise." Malfoy's head fell back as Harry's lips made their way down his throat.
Reluctantly, Harry pulled away and straightened his robes. "What about Michael?"
"I'll let him down gently. He kisses like a fish anyway. And he's such a Hufflepuff, you've no idea." He paused and grinned. "Though I have to say I like you jealous."
"Don't push it." Harry swatted him on the arse and opened the door.
"Thanks, Professor," Malfoy said with a wink. There was a definite swing in his step as he left the classroom.
Harry shook his head as he watched him go. He was so fucked.
He cast a locking spell on his classroom (now that he knew what that one Slytherin prefect had done in there a month ago) and headed to McGonagall's office. At the top of the spiral stairs he knocked and the large doors swung open.
McGonagall looked up at him over her spectacles, a serious expression on her face. "You'd best sit down, Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy should be here shortly."
"Malfoy?" Harry felt his insides twist unpleasantly. Surely she couldn't know what had just happened between them.
"His life is about to get quite a bit more difficult, I'm afraid."
Harry sank into a chair just as there was another knock at the door. It opened and a Slytherin prefect walked in with Malfoy.
"That will be all, Mr. Johnson," McGonagall said to the prefect, who nodded and closed the door behind him as he left. "Sit, Mr. Malfoy."
Malfoy settled in a chair next to Harry, his face pale even for him. He shot a glance at Harry, who shrugged.
"You've been found out," McGonagall said.
Harry's innards did a quick flip, and then she held up a copy of the Prophet. The headline read DRACO MALFOY, TIME TRAVELLER? An old photo of Malfoy flanked by Crabbe and Goyle sneered from the front page
"Tomorrow morning's headline. I have a good friend at the Prophet who was kind enough to send this to me via owl post so that we could be prepared."
"How did they find out?" Malfoy asked.
McGonagall handed him the paper. "We're not certain. Quite a few people know your identity, and not all of them are at Hogwarts. Several of our students are children of reporters for the Daily Prophet. It's possible one of them mentioned you over the holiday and a curious parent decided to look into it."
"They can't have any proof."
"Someone at St. Mungo's apparently revealed everything they knew about your situation. After that it was a matter of checking the official records."
"Which were just changed a few weeks ago," Malfoy said, slumping into his chair.
"Along with at least one witness who claimed to have been notified by Mr. Potter himself that you were alive and well, and reports from the students who were in the Great Hall the night you reappeared, they had enough information to piece together the story."
Malfoy sighed. "It was going to happen eventually, I suppose."
"Mr. Malfoy, surely you understand how difficult life at Hogwarts will be for you after this?"
"Would it be any better elsewhere?" Malfoy retorted. "You have the authority to ban media from setting foot on school grounds, have you not? The students will find me fascinating for a few weeks, and then they'll go right back to ignoring me. By the time I take my NEWTs, it'll all have blown over."
"But Mr. Malfoy--"
"I'm not leaving!" Malfoy snapped, handing the paper back to her. "You can't make me go. Potter, tell her how well I've been doing, how far I've come!"
"Relax, Malfoy," Harry said, looking back and forth between them. "I don't think that's what the Headmistress is suggesting. I have quite a bit of personal experience with this -- some of it no thanks to you, by the way. But I know what it's like to be treated as a celebrity one minute and a pariah the next. I can help you with this."
Malfoy's jaw was clenched, but his eyes were full of emotion.
"Precisely," McGonagall said. "In fact, the reason I asked Mr. Potter here this evening was so that he could help you formulate a plan. I'll be meeting with the prefects of all the houses shortly and I'll warn them of what's about to happen. I can ban reporters from school grounds, but there isn't much more I can do, to be honest."
"Or will do," Harry said, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice. "The school has shown that it can ban certain forms of harassment, after all."
McGonagall's eyes narrowed at him. "I'm open to suggestions, Mr. Potter, and I do hope you will keep me informed of the situation should any action from this office be necessary. That is all for now."
They walked in silence down the corridor.
"Say something," Harry said at last.
"I'll be fine, Potter. Nothing can be worse than the last year of my life. I'll take several hundred gossiping Hogwarts students over a homicidal maniac holding my family hostage any day."
Harry couldn't help but smile at that. "You have a point. Might I give you a bit of advice?"
Malfoy shrugged.
Harry lowered his voice to a whisper. "Find your friends and tell them tonight. Don't let them find out from the paper in the morning."
"That's your advice?" Malfoy looked confused.
"If it weren't for my friends, I'm not sure I would have made it through some of the more difficult times. You've gone it alone once already and you know how hard it can be."
"I'm not alone," Malfoy said, looking intently at him.
Harry smiled. "No, of course not, but that's not what I meant. The study group kids like you, Draco. Let them help you. You'll need their help to prepare for your NEWTs, at the very least."
"True." Malfoy's lips quirked into a sly smile. "I suppose this would be a bad time to ask for another blowjob?"
"Could you say that a bit louder? I don't think those students at the end of the corridor heard you."
"It would distract them all from the news of me suddenly not being dead."
"That it would." Harry stopped at the staircase leading down to the Slytherin dormitory. "If you need to talk, you know how to find me."
"And if I need to not-talk to you?" Malfoy winked and started down the stairs.
Harry grinned all the way back to the faculty tower.
.:::::.
"Harry!" There were arms around him the moment he stepped out of the floo. Hermione laughed and brushed soot from his cloak. "Sorry about that. Ron's being meaning to clean out the chimney for weeks now and it's been mad around here. I'm so glad to see you, at last!"
"Thanks for inviting me," he said as she stepped away and gestured him toward the sofa. "You look amazing, Hermione. No one would guess you had a baby a few months ago."
"Breastfeeding," she said with a wink. "I've lost a stone already. Come and see how much he's grown."
Hugo had grown quite a bit. The last time Harry had seen him he was a newborn, but now he was very much an infant, staring at everything around him with wide eyes and reaching out with his tiny hands. Harry picked him up and was rewarded with a toothless grin and a giggle.
"Oh, you are a big boy, look at you. Hermione, he's got your eyes. Where's Rose?"
"Asleep, thank god. She fights her naps these days and it's making me crazy. Ron will be back shortly. He went to get us some take-away for lunch. I've wanted Thai food all week and I know how much you love it."
"It'll be nice to have something not on the menu at Hogwarts."
"How are you? You look… unusually happy."
"Do I?" Harry grinned. "A week off has done me wonders."
"I suppose everyone's full of gossip about Malfoy after yesterday's front page?"
"They're all coming back today, and I'm sure that's all they'll talk about. I won't get anything done in class for the next few days. It'll blow over in a week or two, I hope."
"How is Malfoy handling it all?"
Harry bounced Hugo on his lap, trying to get him to smile again. "He's chewing on his fists. Does that mean something?"
"Hungry, probably. Here."
He handed the baby back to her and she tugged her shirt up and put him to her breast in one smooth motion.
"Wow, you're a pro now, aren't you?"
"You were expecting a peep show?" She winked at him. "Back to Malfoy. How is he?"
"He's fine. Better than fine, actually. He's…" Harry sighed and settled back into the cushions of the well-worn sofa. "I need to tell you something."
Her eyes narrowed. "Is this something that Ron isn't going to like?"
He looked at her and smiled. "Yeah."
There was a pause, and her mouth fell open. "You mean you and Malfoy…?" Harry nodded and she looked incredulous. "Harry, he's a student!"
"I know, I know. I can't explain it. It just happened."
"What do you mean, it just happened? How does it just happen that you have an affair with a student?"
"You assume we're having sex."
"Hello, this is you we're talking about."
"It's not gone quite that far."
"Then you're showing uncharacteristic restraint." Hermione shook her head. "Harry, he's 17!"
"Yes, but I can't think of him that way. You know what he went through in that last year, which is literally last year for him. He's Malfoy, but he's grown up and… I've never felt so strongly about anyone so quickly. I think about him all the time. God, I'm babbling, aren't I?" He rubbed at his face with his hands.
Hermione sighed. "You're right. Ron will hate this. I hope you're being careful."
"We are. He'll take his NEWTs in June, and then we won't have to sneak around."
"I can't say I'm completely surprised. There was always something between you and Malfoy." She paused for a moment and looked down at Hugo, whose eyes were almost closed. "But that's not what I meant, actually. He's young and he's been thrust into this new world where everything is different. Are you sure he's not just clinging to you because you're the only familiar person there? In a few months he'll leave school, and what will happen then?"
Harry stared at his hands. "I don't know. The only thing I'm certain of right now is that I care about him and I want him. And he wants me as well."
"Oh, Harry. You're already falling for him, aren't you?"
The door opened and they both turned to look as Ron walked in, paper bags in each arm. "Harry!"
They didn't talk about Malfoy after that, though every time Harry looked at Hermione, her smile was just a bit sad.
.:::::.
Harry didn't see Malfoy until dinner Monday night. He arrived in the Great Hall to stares and whispers, with heads turning towards him left and right, and flanked by Hallie Burnsfeld and another Slytherin seventh-year girl. They glared a path through the crowd for him, and the three of them sat in the middle of the long Slytherin table, facing the rest of the room.
Harry smiled, relieved that the Slytherins were closing ranks around Malfoy.
The school had simply exploded with excitement that morning when classes resumed and Harry had spent the entire day threatening detentions. He'd even planned for his lessons to be almost entirely practicals, expecting it would keep the students busy, but instead he spent the day trying to keep each group on task. By the last lesson, he'd given up and let them go early.
"He seems to be handling it well," Neville said, pulling a chair next to Harry and settling in it with a cup of tea. He stared out across the tables of students in the Great Hall. "I'm not so certain about you, though."
Harry looked up at him. "Sorry?"
"You've been watching him for twenty minutes." Neville raised an eyebrow. "You might be a bit less obvious."
"I tried to follow your advice," Harry said quietly. "I honestly did."
"Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone. But be careful. I'd hate to see you throw away your career over him."
Harry nodded. "Am I a fool for thinking this could go somewhere?"
"Yes," Neville replied. "We always are, aren't we?"
.:::::.
It was well after midnight when a soft sound woke Harry from a rather pleasant dream. He'd left a light on, apparently -- it was bright enough to read in bed. He turned his head and saw that the light was coming from a silver-white owl perched on his nightstand. It took him a moment to place where he'd seen it before, and then it opened its beak.
"I need to talk," Malfoy's voice said softly. The owl's dark-ringed eyes blinked at him. "I'm at the bottom of the stairs."
"Impressive," Harry said. He hadn't taught Malfoy that spell; he must have learned it on his own. The owl tilted its head at an odd angle, looking impatient, and Harry sat up. "All right, I'm coming."
Malfoy's owl disappeared, leaving the room dark again. Harry fished for his wand on the nightstand and lit the lamp, and then pulled a rumpled jumper from the floor to wear over his pyjamas. He opened a drawer and dug out his invisibility cloak, and headed out the door.
Malfoy was waiting at the door of the faculty tower. Harry ushered him in after glancing around to be certain the corridor was empty, and handed Malfoy the cloak. After a moment of confusion followed by wide-eyed realization, Malfoy wrapped it around himself and vanished from view. Harry turned and walked back up the stairs, down the corridor, and to his room.
Malfoy pulled the cloak off when the door was closed, and turned to grin at Harry. "I've always heard you had one of these."
"You wanted to talk," Harry said, yawning.
Malfoy suddenly looked almost shy. "I've never been in one of the faculty rooms before. You have your own bath?"
"Want a tour?" Harry gestured around the small room. "Bed, table, desk, toilet. That's about it."
Malfoy's gaze lingered on the bed. "Mind if I sit?"
He shrugged and Malfoy crossed to sit on the small bed. Harry hesitated a moment before sitting beside him. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, really. It's weird to be the center of attention after being all but ignored for almost two months, but otherwise it's fine."
"Has anyone given you any trouble?"
He shook his head. "Not really. They all just want to look at me, for the most part. It's a bit unnerving."
"That it is." Harry smiled wryly. "But you get used to it."
Malfoy gazed back at him. "I lied, actually. I didn't come here to talk."
"I know." Harry leaned toward him and Malfoy met him halfway, and the kiss was even better than the one Harry had just dreamt about. He pulled Malfoy closer and Malfoy's arms went around him, and it felt so blindingly right that it sent a chill through him.
So what if he got sacked for this? Maybe it was time to move on anyway, to find a career that didn't keep him cloistered away in a castle for the rest of his life. He and Malfoy could date properly, without all of this sneaking around, and maybe have a shot at a real relationship.
Malfoy moaned and leaned back onto the bed, pulling Harry down with him. "I've been thinking about this for days," he said as Harry's mouth made its way down his jaw to his ear. "I haven't even had a proper wank lately -- too many people watching."
"That's what silencing spells around your bed are for," Harry whispered. God, the curve of Malfoy's ear was so perfectly lickable.
"Can't spend all day in bed," Malfoy replied, and gasped as Harry's tongue worked its way down to an earlobe.
Malfoy's hand fumbled at the waist of Harry's pyjama bottoms and Harry's breath caught in his throat. That hand wormed its way into his pants and then cool fingers wrapped around his prick, which was instantly hard.
"Wow," Malfoy said.
Harry grinned. "Is that a compliment?"
"I've never touched anyone else's before. It's strange."
"Maybe not a compliment then."
"Can I see it?" Malfoy grinned up at him.
"You can do anything you want with it. It's all yours."
Malfoy scooted out from under him and moved down the bed. Harry pushed his pyjama bottoms off, and stripped off the rest of his clothing as well. He settled back on the bed, completely naked, and smiled at Malfoy.
"Whatever you want."
Malfoy's eyes were dark in the dim light. He stroked Harry's cock slowly, watching the way the foreskin slid over the head and down again. "You know what I've always wanted to do?"
"What?"
"This." Malfoy leaned over and licked the head of Harry's cock.
Harry fought the urge to whimper. "Surely you've more imagination than that?"
Malfoy settled on his side. "You're terribly impatient, for a teacher." He licked again, this time flicking his tongue, and Harry groaned.
He propped himself up on his elbows to watch as Malfoy wrapped his lips around the head. There was something incredibly erotic about the idea that Malfoy had never done this before, that he was sucking a cock for the first time and it was Harry's.
"God, that's amazing," he whispered as Malfoy took his prick in further. "You look so hot right now, you've no idea."
Malfoy pulled nearly all the way off before working his way down again. It wasn't the best blow job ever, but it didn't matter. Even mediocre head was still head, and Harry could have come from the mere idea of Malfoy sucking him off. There was plenty of time for him to show Malfoy what he liked.
Malfoy was working hard now, sucking and licking, and the sight of his cock disappearing into Malfoy's mouth was amazing. There was heat and wet and tongue and god, it had been months since Harry'd had sex. That was definitely one of the drawbacks of working at Hogwarts. Unless, of course, one utterly disregarded the rules and snuck a student into the faculty tower in the middle of the night -- a school night, no less -- for oral sex. It was so, so wrong and it felt so, so good.
Malfoy wrapped one hand around the base of Harry's cock and sucked the head furiously, working it with his tongue. They'd have a talk about that later -- but for now, it was enough, and Harry was close to coming, very close.
"I'm gonna… oh fuck…" was all the warning he managed. Malfoy didn't pull away and Harry was too far gone to pull out. He loved the sensation of coming in someone's mouth: the intimacy of it was mindblowing, but there was something about the feeling of having semen practically sucked out of his cock that made the whole experience even better.
Malfoy had stilled when Harry came, and then he pulled off with an odd expression on his face.
"Just push it to the back of your mouth and swallow before you can taste anything."
Malfoy swallowed and made a face. "Too late."
Harry grinned. "It's a bit strange, but you get used to it. You even start to like it. Or I do, anyway."
Malfoy contemplated Harry's spent prick and smiled. "That was more fun than I expected."
"Good. I was hoping you'd be inclined to do it again." Harry held out an arm. "Come here."
Malfoy climbed up Harry's body and kissed him. He was still fully clothed and was heavier than he looked, but there was something about the weight of him on Harry that felt oddly right. Harry worked a hand between their bodies and under the waistband of Malfoy's pyjamas.
"What would you like me to do about this?" he asked, stroking Malfoy's prick.
Malfoy rolled onto his back, taking Harry with him. "That's nice, actually."
Harry kissed him again and kept stroking, twisting his hand at the top just under the head. Malfoy groaned and twined his fingers in Harry's hair.
"Tell me how you like it," Harry whispered. "What do you do when you wank?"
"Faster." Malfoy replied. His eyes were closed and his hair fell back from his face, and he almost seemed to glow in the dim light.
Harry rolled to Malfoy's side and braced his weight on his elbow. His hand worked fast, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, and he kissed Malfoy again. Malfoy was breathing hard now, his forehead furrowed.
"Like that?"
"Yes yes yes… oh fuck…" And then he came all over Harry's hand.
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep himself from commenting on how fast it had happened. He'd been that young once as well, but it was still a bit funny.
"Sorry," Malfoy said at last, opening his eyes.
"You've nothing to be sorry for," Harry replied as he extracted his hand. He licked the semen off of it as Malfoy watched, and grinned at the look of fascination on his face.
"You actually like it, don't you?"
Harry snuggled against him, his head on Malfoy's shoulder. "I like the idea, mostly. I'd like it if you stayed a bit, but you should be back in your own bed before morning."
Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders, and he was struck once again by how surprisingly right it felt. He swallowed down a flicker of apprehension, pushing it aside to worry about later. Not now. Right now, he was going to enjoy this.
Two hours later he shook Malfoy awake and sent him back to the dormitory with the invisibility cloak.
"Use it when you need it," he said. "Your life is going to be crazy for a while, but if anyone finds out about this it'll get even crazier."
"Two more months," Malfoy said with a yawn, and kissed him before disappearing beneath the cloak.
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