Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 8: Back in Classes

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The next morning came bright and early as always, and amid the myriad of mostly irritable students waking up, dreading Monday and the return to classes, a certain blonde Slytherin was smiling wickedly to himself.

Harry's little (well, maybe not little) problem the night before had made itself known loud and clear to Draco. He had pretended not to notice so that Harry would relax, but now that he knew that Potter was actually turned on by their little snog sessions he had every intention of taking things to the next level. He felt a warm heat run through his body at the idea. If Potter's kisses were anything to go by then the Boy-Who-Lived would be a maniac in bed.

He had toyed with the idea of just sneaking back into Gryffindor tower that night and taking Harry by surprise, but decided it would be more fun to torment and tease him for awhile. No way was he giving up this power over Harry so easily. Besides, he definitely wanted revenge for the humiliation he had suffered at Potter's hands over the past couple days.

He smirked evilly. Lookout, Harry Potter. Your life just got a hell of a lot more interesting. You're about to be officially driven out of your mind.

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Harry was happily enjoying his breakfast, talking with Ron and Hermione about the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw that weekend, when he saw Draco saunter into the Great Hall, fashionably late and looking more edible than anything on the breakfast table. Harry's eyes lit up, and Ron and Hermione turned to see what had caused this reaction. Upon seeing the Slytherin, Ron groaned audibly and leaned in to whisper to Harry.

"Harry, please tell me that the goofy look on your face is all part of the act, and that you're not actually falling for that horrible little ferret."

Harry looked mildly affronted. "He's not horrible, Ron, he's actually quite funny and even nice when you get him alone." He paused. "And I do not have a goofy look on my face."

"Oh yes, you do," Hermione said sternly. "I think Ron's right. I think you're not acting anymore."

Harry narrowed his eyes, and was about to say something slightly cutting and steeped in denial when Draco caught his eye from across the hall. Draco sent Harry his most seductive smile and bedroom eyes, and Harry felt his cheeks flush as heat rushed through his body. Needless to say, this did not go unnoticed by his two dearest friends.

"All he has to do is smile at you and you blush like a schoolgirl. You're hopelessly smitten, mate." Ron grimaced. "And with Malfoy, of all people. It's hideous."

"Oh Ron, don't be so dramatic. I actually think it's kind of cute." At Hermione's words, both Ron and Harry chocked in surprise.

"What?" Harry couldn't believe his ears. "I thought you hated Malfoy."

Hermione looked thoughtful. "Well, I thought I did too, but yesterday he was actually kind of pleasant to be around, at times. He's really very smart, and he's got a rather funny sense of humor when the comments aren't personal."

Ron was shaking his head in disbelief. "Hermione, are you mental? The only reason Malfoy is even being civil to us is because he's dead scared of what Harry will do to him if he acts up."

"I don't know, Ron. He may have changed a bit. He hasn't called me a Mudblood since fifth year, long before he and Harry supposedly hooked up."

"I'm telling you, Hermione, right now Malfoy's being nice because he's scared that Harry will dump him otherwise and he'll end up marrying Parkinson. If he and Harry were a real couple, he wouldn't have to be nice."

"Yes, he would," said Harry firmly. "You guys are my best friends. I would never let him be mean to you two. Besides, he needs me at least for the rest of the year, so that guarantees you a nice, tame Malfoy until June. Well, maybe not "nice" and "tame," but -

Harry never got to finish his thought because at that moment he was interrupted by the arrival of Owl Post. Hermione looked up expectantly to receive her copy of the Daily Prophet. She paid the owl, unrolled the paper - and gasped aloud in shock.

"Harry! What on earth is ?" Around the Great Hall, similar gasps were being heard as many students found themselves staring at the front page of the Prophet, which featured a large, moving picture of Harry and Draco's first kiss at the Three Broomsticks.

BOY WHO LIVED IN LOVE! blared the headline, followed by a short article about Harry and Draco's 'against all odds' romance. Harry snatched the paper out of Hermione's hands, and stared at the picture. He found himself enthralled by the image - neither of them looked like they were faking, that was for sure. "Hey Hermione, can I have this?"

Hermione snatched it back out of his hands. "No, you can't." She skimmed the article. "They quoted you, Harry. Did you really speak to reporters about this?"

"Well, maybe," Harry admitted, a little sheepishly, and relayed the story to Hermione and Ron. Ron looked grossed out again, but Hermione looked mildly impressed.

"Yes, he most certainly is," Draco said, sliding into a free spot next to Harry, snaking an arm around his waist and handing him a copy of the Prophet. "Here you are, love, since Granger here won't share. Although, do you really need it? You know you can have the real thing any time you want," he said, lowering his voice and speaking into Harry's ear. Harry flushed, and inwardly, Draco smirked. All he had to do was flirt a little with Harry, and Harry was a blushing, stuttering wreck. He was truly smitten. This was going to be fun.

"Aren't you worried, Malfoy? I mean, isn't your dad going to be angry?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, but what is Daddy's anger in the face of true love?" he sighed dramatically, speaking loud enough for several nearby students to overhear, causing a flutter of &ld romantic!" to run through the Gryffindor girls. Conscious of the many eyes on the pair of them, all across the Great Hall, he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly over Harry's. Harry reached up to deepen the kiss, but Draco pulled away and whispered in a silky voice.

"Harry, love, I can't help it, that picture has me all hot and bothered. Can we go?" To accentuate his point he grabbed Harry's hand and began tugging him out of the Great Hall as many eyes followed the pair. Harry, who was still in a bit of a daze at the thought of a 'hot and bothered' Draco, made no protests.

Draco led him down to just outside the potions classroom, their first class, and pushed him up against a nearby wall. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for Draco's lips on his own, but Draco wasn't about to give it up so easily. He leaned his body onto Harry's, positioning himself between Harry's legs and bringing his entire torso flush with the trembling Gryffindor's. He slipped his arms around Harry's waist, sliding them under his shirt onto the bare skin of Harry's back. He brought his lips within inches of Harry's ear and then spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

"Wait? F-for what?" he stuttered. Draco smiled to himself, taking in Harry's trembling body and shaky voice. Oh yes, Harry had it for him bad. How did he not see it sooner?

"Until we hear people coming, of course. No need to start kissing before that, is there?" He grinned triumphantly as he heard a soft, disappointed groan escape from Harry. Teasing the green-eyed hero was more fun than he had even imagined. He traced his fingers ever so slightly across the smooth skin of Harry's back and shifted his body against Harry's, enjoying the way Harry's breathing hitched every time he moved.

He wasn't prepared, however, for Harry to retaliate. Harry reached out with his hands and ran them through Draco's hair. "Your hair is so nice, Malfoy, you lucky sod. Feels like silk," he said in a slightly awed tone of voice. Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of Harry's hands sliding through his hair. It was true that he had received compl his hair his entire life. Somehow, however, when the compliment came from Harry it had the effect of turning him into a puddle of mush.

He felt Harry's hands travel down to the small of his back and pull him closer, and he had to bite his lip to try to stifle the moan that threatened to escape him. You stop that right now. He doesn't know that you want him, but he'll figure it out soon enough if you don't keep quiet, he scolded himself. The two of them stood there, in each other's arms, faces inches apart, desperate to kiss but holding themselves back, when they heard what both suddenly considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world - footsteps.

Harry tore into Draco's mouth, tightening his arms around the Slytherin's waist and almost knocking the wind out of Draco. Draco responded by pushing Harry back against the wall and ravishing the Gryffindor in the most intense kiss the two had shared yet. Draco, knowing that Harry was truly enjoying himself, felt free to do whatever he liked to the raven-haired boy underneath him and began biting and sucking his neck, running his hands over Harry's chest and stomach under his t-shirt.

Harry responded by pulling Draco's shirt out of his trousers, and snaking his hands up Draco's back. Draco bit down on a particularly sensitive spot on Harry's neck and skillfully moved himself against Harry to create friction in all the right places, causing the Gryffindor to gasp and shudder. He grabbed onto the blonde tightly, his nails trailing down Draco's back, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. Draco couldn't fight the moan back any longer, and pressed his mouth back against Harry's.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy - Stop this at once! I have already been assaulted once today by your horrible picture in the Prophet, I refuse to have to deal with it outside my classroom! Twenty points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin." At Snape's words Harry and Draco broke apart, faces flushed, desire apparent in both their eyes, to find a large crowd of their classmates staring at them. Harry fought back a blush while Draco somehow managed to look completely nonchalant.

They filed into the classroom along with everyone else. Harry started to head towards his regular seat by Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors, but Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the Slytherin side of the class and deposited him in the chair next to his own. Harry gave him a rather sk at being forced to sit with the Slytherins.

"Don't you give me that look, Harry Potter. You made me spend the entire day yesterday playing muggle games with Gryffindors. It's your turn to play nicely with my friends." Blaise and Pansy, who were sitting behind them, snickered appreciatively. Harry's look became decidedly sulkier.

"You didn't play all that nicely with my friends," Harry pointed out. "You kept making snide remarks to Ron." Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

"And if I recall I was well scolded for it. Don't think I won't do the same for you if you don't behave yourself around my friends."

"I'm the Gryffindor, here. I always behave."

"No, you don't. Besides, if you get to make a rule that I have to be nice to your friends, it's only fair that the rule goes both ways."

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm Harry Potter. I don't exactly play by the rules," Harry said haughtily, imitating Draco's aristocratic drawl remarkably well.

Despite himself, Draco grinned. "You'll play by my rules, Potter, or you'll suffer the consequences. And I'm a Slytherin and a Malfoy. I assure you that I can come up with consequences that are much worse than anything you can think of."

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Snape had begun to lecture. He settled for an eye-roll at Draco. Snape droned on for about 30 minutes about the properties of some potion or other. Harry had completely spaced out and was reviewing Quidditch strategies for his upcoming match against Ravenclaw when he felt a hand on his leg.

Fighting down his reflex to jump, he snuck a glance at Draco sitting next to him. Draco had a very innocent expression on his face and seemed completely enraptured by whatever Snape was talking about, but without taking his eyes away from Snape he slowly began inching his hand up Harry's leg.

Harry's breathing hitched. He didn't know why exactly Draco had his hand on his leg but it was driving him crazy. He felt Draco's talented fingers lightly tracing circles on the inside of his thigh, and he fought to remain in control. Draco's face didn't change as he teased Harry, but Harry wasn't sure how much longer he could last before he grabbed that maddening hand and smothered the owner with kisses.

"Potter? Mr. Potter! For Merlin's sake would you please pay attention? I asked you a question! Ten points from Gryffindor for being unable to focus in my class!"

Harry blinked. "Sorry Professor," he muttered under his breath, shooting a glare at Draco, who was completely unphased.

"I can answer the question, Professor Snape. I've been paying very close attention," Draco drawled. "The answer is five drops of dragon's blood."

Snape favored his student with a friendly glance. "That is correct, Mr. Malfoy. I'm glad to see that your relationship with Potter here hasn't addled your brains. Ten points to Slytherin." He went back to the board to continue the lecture, and Harry turned to glare at Draco.

"You could have told me the answer, you stupid prat!" he hissed in a whisper, annoyed. "You did that on purpose!"

Draco smirked at him. "Of course I did." At Harry's irritated look his smirk became a grin. "But I only did it because you're so cute when you're sulky," happily quoting back Harry's words at him. Harry glared.

"Don't call me cute, Malfoy," he snarled, and Draco had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

"Not so much fun on the other side, is it Potter?" Harry refused to dignify that remark with an answer and turned back to pretend to listen to Snape.

Snape finally finished up his lecture and then told them to work with their partners to make the potion. Harry thought idly to himself that this was the first time he wasn't going to mind working with Malfoy. Draco was thinking along the same line, but to their disappointment, Snape had other ideas.

"Potter, Malfoy, if you think for one second I am going to let the two of you work together you are sadly mistaken. I refuse to run the risk of subjecting this class to another one of your displays." Snape ignored the twin scowls being sent his way. "Mr. Malfoy, you can work with Miss Parkinson, and Potter, you're with Zabini. Now everyone, get to work!"

Pansy shrugged and moved her stuff beside Draco. Blaise, on the other hand, looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary as Harry moved into the seat next to him. Harry and Pansy went off to collect the needed ingredients for the potion, and Draco took the opportunity to give Blaise a warning.

"Don't even think about flirting with my boyfriend, Zabini."

"Temper, temper, Draco. I'm sure Harry can take care of himself," Blaise said back with a wink. Blaise was the only person Draco had trusted with the truth about his and Harry's relationship. He and Blaise were still close friends, despite their romantic history. Draco knew that Blaise would understand. And understand he did. Unfortunately, Blaise had also understood that that meant Harry was actually, technically single, and therefore available.

Draco growled, and would have marched over to the table to tell his ex-boyfriend off but Harry and Pansy had returned. Draco sent Blaise a death glare and set about making the potion with Pansy.

Now, Harry Potter was well known for being oblivious to advances from other students. Being completely unaware of how good looking he is, he naturally never assumes that anyone is ever hitting on him. So, when Blaise set about to flirt with Harry, he naturally had no idea what was going on.

"Here, Potter, let me get that robe off for you. It's dreadfully hot in here," Blaise said, at one point in the class, reaching for the clasp on Harry's robe, and pointedly ignoring Draco's scowl.

"Thanks, Zabini, it is pretty warm," Harry said gratefully, letting Blaise slide his hands up Harry's chest to undo the clasps, and thinking nothing of the way Blaise took his time sliding Harry's robe off his arms and shoulders.

"Wow, tense enough?" said Blaise sympathetically, as his hands continued to roam over Harry's back and shoulders. Harry smiled and leaned over to whisper in Blaise's ear.

"It's because I'm in Potions," Harry said in a low, conspiratorial tone of voice. "I'm just waiting for Snape to take hundreds of points from Gryffindor and land me in a month of detention for breathing the wrong way." Blaise grinned appreciatively.

"Well, you should let me give you a massage, sometime. I give excellent massages," Blaise said back, imitating Harry's volume.

"Yeah, okay. That'd be nice," Harry agreed, never one to suspect an ulterior motive in anyone. Blaise watched Harry stir their potion, enjoying the way he could see all of Harry's muscles straining under his shirt as he struggled against the viscous fluid in the cauldron. Harry gave Blaise a confused look when he caught him staring, but shrugged it off in favor of venturing a glance in Draco's direction to see how he was doing.