The Whole Nine Yards

Chapter Two - Do it To Me Right Now, Do It To Me Slowly

~ Defence Against The Dark Arts Classroom ~

"One of the most important things you need to do is to really know how you feel about dark magic. It's no good deciding that you are going to be an Auror and catch dark wizards and then when you're in a dangerous situation suddenly realise that you don't feel right about casting dark magic. Yes, you heard me correctly. As a wizard, Auror or not, you may find yourself in a life or death situation. I've lost count of the number of times I've been confronted with my own mortality. You need to examine your feelings and your abilities and decide whether you feel comfortable dealing with dark magic. Some people just don't have the stomach for it, and that's fine. But those of you contemplating careers in Magical Law Enforcement or with the Department of Mysteries, you need to clarify your beliefs, attitudes and values when it comes to magic - light or dark."

The bell rang but no one moved. Professor Potter's classes were always fascinating but what the students really related to was the fact that he treated them all as his equals. If Harry's class was a democracy, then Snape's was a dictatorship.

"Okay, guys, we'll pick this up next week. But in the meantime, I want you to write me a four-foot parchment about your feelings, beliefs, attitudes and values towards magic. No references are necessary unless you really want to. I want to know what you think. See you next time."

Harry turned as the class shuffled off to their next class and sat down at his desk. He started sorting out his notes, even though he didn't have another class until the next day.

"Professor Potter?" a feminine voice practically purred. Harry glanced up from a stack of parchment.

"Eve, what can I do for you?" he asked with a friendly smile. Eve was one of his favourite students, not that he'd ever admit that. She reminded him of what he thought his mother might have been like at school. She had long dark red hair, bright blue eyes and a stunning figure. Most of the guys in the school had at some point tried to hit on her.

She smiled as she strolled over to his desk and perched on the edge. Her robes fell away to reveal an incredibly short skirt and incredibly long legs, which she crossed.

"Professor Potter, I was wondering if you could help me with this homework you've assigned to us. I was thinking maybe you could give me a private lesson after dinner this evening," she said as she leant closer to him.

Harry leant back from her. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was coming on to him.

"A private lesson? This homework is really something you need to do yourself," he started to explain before Eve interrupted him.

"Please, Professor Potter. I need your help," she said as she cupped his face in her hand and pulled his head closer until their lips met.

Harry pushed her away and stood up. "I'm sorry Eve, but I think you'd better go now."

"Professor Potter, could I speak to you please?" a voice came from the doorway.

Harry was relieved to see Ron standing there.

"Of course, Professor Weasley. Miss Williams was just leaving," he gave her a pointed look as she gathered her books and left the room.

"What the hell was that?" Ron said with a shocked look.

"I don't know," Harry admitted as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You know when Draco finds out, he's going to kill her," Ron said with a grin.

"I can't believe that just happened," Harry seemed to be a bit dazed.

"Come on, in five years of teaching here, she can't be the first one to hit on you, can she?" Ron asked.

"Well, she's certainly been the most blatant. Everyone here knows that Draco and I are married so I guess no one really bothered before. What am I going to tell him?"

"Ooh, let me tell him! Please! You can make it my birthday present!" Ron pleaded.

"No! I'll have to tell him. And soon, you know what the Hogwarts grapevine is like," Harry said as he threw his notes and books into his bag. "I'll see you at dinner, okay?"

"Sure. I have to go see Hermione anyway," Ron said as he bolted out of the room. Harry sighed. Soon the faculty would know even if the other students didn't. I just hope Draco's in our room, he thought.

~ Draco and Harry's Rooms ~

Harry entered the living room to find Draco sitting on the couch reading a book titled Karma Sutra for Wizards.

"Hi Wonder Boy, how was your day?" Draco said as he put his book down.

Harry dropped his bag by the door and sank down onto the couch beside his husband.

"That bad, huh?" Draco asked as he straddled Harry on the couch. "I know what will make you feel better!" He kissed Harry and then pulled back.

"You taste funny," he said, confused.

"I need to talk to you about something," Harry said quietly. "After class this afternoon, one of my students came on to me and she kissed me but I pushed her away."

Draco's face crumpled and then twisted in rage. "I'll kill the fucking bitch. Who was it? Was it that Hufflepuff slut Faith Collins?"

"No. Calm down. It's okay, Ron came in and she left," Harry said as he pulled Draco back into his arms. "I'll talk to her and it won't happen again."

"No wonder you tasted weird. Ewww gross, I've practically kissed a girl now," Draco wiped his mouth, trying to rid himself of 'girl germs'.

"It was strange," Harry admitted. He stared up into Draco's stormy eyes. "You know I love you more than life itself. I would never leave you for anyone."

"I love you too," Draco said as he wiped his husbands mouth before kissing him. "That's better. You taste normal now. So who was it?"

"I'm not telling you. Forget about it. She's not important. We have something very important to do before dinner," Harry said suggestively.

"Oh, and what's that?" Draco asked, feigning ignorance.

Harry stood up with Draco still in his arms. He carried the blond into the bedroom and showed him.