But I Need Your Touch Just Too Damn Much

But I need your touch just too damn much

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PROLOGUE

"Welcome class!"

"Hello professor Potter!"

Harry smiled at the enthusiastic response of his class.

"So, today we're going to go through what the exact cause is of your pain. Did you get hurt because of the promises, the life you had that was perfect, or-" Harry was cut off.

"Or was it the fact that the person you longed for your whole life was the one thing you knew you'd never have."

Harry's eyes grew as large as they could possibly get. "Malfoy?"

The attractive blonde in the doorway smirked. "It's me, Draco."

Harry blinked a few times. He couldn't believe his eyes. Draco. After all these years.

"Professor?" It was the elderly miss Rose who had asked the question. Rose had never ever had a lover in her entire life. And Rose had a fetish for gay men.

"Yes, Rose?"

"Is this the Malfoy you always told us about? The one who broke your heart? And the one who made you go work for Heartbroken Anonymous? And the-"

Harry broke Rose off. Geez, the woman was a bit too chatty for her own good. "Thank you, Rose."

Rose blushed heavily at her desk, she always had had a bit of a crush on professor Potter.

Draco had approached Harry's desk and was standing next to him. He smiled. "And then I thought I knew you," he whispered.

Harry tried to ignore Draco. He wasn't going to give in after so many years. He had hurted him too much.

It cost Harry all the willpower in his body, but then he finally managed to say it. "Draco. Leave me alone. Please."

Draco pouted. "Do you really want me to go?"

Harry nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave you to teaching your class. But I'll be waiting for you at 'The secret garden', the Chinese restaurant around the corner. Tonight. Eight o'clock." Draco blew Harry a kiss and walked out.

The whole class was excited. So this was The Malfoy! The guy who had caused their teacher so much pain.

Harry had never told them the whole story, he just told them the necessary facts. He thought that his students had a right to know why he was here, teaching them.

"Professor! C'mon! Tell us about Draco! He looks so cute!" This time it was Renay, a very funny woman who was a friend of Rose's. Renay had lived a pretty normal life, but eventually she'd concluded that the life of an old spinster was better for her than the life of a married woman.

Harry felt a blush come up in his cheeks. He didn't want to tell them. But he knew he had to.

"Professor. I think it's essential that you do tell us," said Jessica, a woman who had had so many lovers in her life that even she'd lost count.

Harry stared at the curious faces. Twelve faces. His twelve pupils. Twelve people who had been hurt so badly that they had come here.

"Okay, I will tell you. But not too long, allright? Just a summary."

Everybody in the classroom nodded eagerly. All dying to find out more about Draco Malfoy and his relationship with professor Potter.

"It all started one day in our seventh year at our school..."