“You should never question my motives,” Snape coolly said, handing Harry his essay back on Calming Draft.

He stared befuddled at the letter on top of his paper, knowing it had to be some sort of mistake. He followed his professor with his eyes, watching him continue to hand back the essays to the other students in the class.

“Close that mouth, Potter,” Snape drawled, sensing the boy’s confusion, as he handed Neville Longbottom his essay back with the letter ‘P’ on top. “I don’t want to be blamed if the Boy Who Lived died from choking on a fly in my classroom.”

Harry closed his mouth, again looking down at his essay. There on top of his paper was the letter ‘E.’ He had never received such a high mark from Snape before and was shocked. He assumed it had to do with Malfoy being his partner, but he still never expected it.

Harry smiled when he began thinking about Malfoy. It had been three days since their little episode in the bathroom and he couldn’t wait for it to happen again. He discreetly glanced behind him, pretending to rub his chin with his shoulder, and stared over at him.

Draco had been staring at Potter all during class, which was pretty easy seeing as how he was sitting in the back and was supposed to keep his eyes forward. The memory of their last kiss was deeply implanted in his head and all he wanted was more of his touch. He licked his lips when he saw Potter look his way. He felt those green eyes burn their way into his body, making him shudder.

Once class ended, Draco quickly gathered up his belongings, excited that it was already lunchtime. Although many students were excited to eat, that was not what Draco was thinking about at the moment. He breezed passed the Golden Trio, intentionally bumping Potter along the way.

“Watch where you’re going, Ferret,” Harry snapped when he felt the sudden bump.

“Make me, Scarhead,” Draco retorted, turning around and sneering at him.

They rather enjoyed that little game of theirs, realizing the more they were mean to each other, the more turned on they would get. And with three days of yelling back and forth, making snide remarks to each other, their insides were about ready to burst.

Ron rolled his eyes while stuffing his Potions book in his bag. “He’s such a git,” he angrily stated, looking at Harry for agreement.

Harry nodded, watching Malfoy leave the classroom, feeling his body temperature rising. “Don’t I know it,” he responded.

“You guys ready?” Hermione asked her two best friends.

The Golden Trio walked toward the Great Hall in silence. The silence was rather nice for them, as they were all thinking of different things that were plaguing their minds.

Hermione still had yet to find the perfect time to break up with Ron, making her relationship with Blaise more difficult. Their relationship was becoming a bit more physical now, yet every time they tried moving forward, her guilty conscience made her stop. She knew Blaise would wait for her when she was ready, but she also understood how frustrating the whole thing had to be for him. And how could it not? She was frustrated with everything herself.

Harry kept thinking about Malfoy, anticipating the next time they would be meeting up. They knew it was going to be hard for them, not only for the simple fact that they were known enemies, but because they were probably the only two gay guys in their year. They definitely weren’t ready to talk about their relationship just yet, seeing as how they were still trying to come to terms with it themselves, so it wasn’t that hard for them to keep it a secret.

Ron’s mind was currently on a certain young blonde-haired girl. He really enjoyed her, even if everybody else found her to be a bit eccentric. He hated cheating on Hermione, but he knew how deeply infatuated she was with him and was scared to break her heart, afraid their friendship would be over. He had recently noticed some distance between them, although he figured it was just paranoia because he was spending more time with Luna. Luna. Just the thought of her gave him goosebumps and a smile he couldn’t erase.

The three entered the Great Hall, moving toward their House table. They sat down and began eating in silence. Suddenly they heard a small screech and looked up, seeing Hedwig flying towards them. Harry smiled at his owl and took the note off her leg, feeding her some table scraps. After a loving peck to her owner, Hedwig flew away toward the Owlery.

“Weird to be getting mail now,” Ron said, stuffing a ham and cheese sandwich in his mouth. “Who’s it from?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m not sure.”

Hermione watched her friend nervously stare down at the letter, wondering if perhaps he did have an idea about the sender. “Ron, remember when you said you would teach me a few of the rules of Quidditch?” she said, looking over at Ron, wanting to take the attention off Harry.

Ron smiled widely as he turned toward Hermione and began talking all about the rules.

Glad the attention was off of him for the moment, Harry curiously stared down at the letter in his hand, turning it over a few times, wondering if it was possibly from him. He glanced over at the Slytherin table, noticing he wasn’t there. He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly opened the letter.

Stupid Git, 

You think by getting an E on your essay you are special or something? Don’t forget I got us an O on the potion part, making me of course the superior one. I gather you only received that grade because I was your partner anyway, you annoying Gryffindor.

Okay, why the hell are you still sitting there reading this? At least your bird still remembers me. It’s been three frigging days and my hatred for you is coming back. Get your bloody arse to the RR now, before I decide to hex you for real.

-The Superior One

P.S. You looked so damn hot in Potions today.

Harry chuckled, while reading the note. He quickly folded it up and turned to look at his two friends who were still in conversation over the rules of Quidditch. He glanced around the table and, realizing no one would really miss him, he stood up and left.

He crossed in front of the wall on the seventh floor, thinking of the one place he wanted to be at that moment. On his third trip back, he smiled when he saw the door appear. He opened the door and entered, quickly looking around.

Once the door shut, his body was flung up against the wall with Draco pushing himself closer on him. Draco nibbled softly on his lower lip, moaning in pleasure. “Damn, I’ve missed these lips,” he whispered.

Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s neck, pulling him closer. He ran his hand through his hair, enjoying its softness. He then moved his hands down Malfoy’s back, grabbing his backside firmly. “And I’ve missed this,” he smirked behind his kiss.

They continued kissing, while Draco led Potter toward one of the couches. They had so much pent up emotions from the last three days that they couldn’t even seem to pry themselves off each other. Not that they really wanted to anyway.

Harry lay down first, while Draco hovered over, sucking on his neck. Harry released a soft moan, his body shivering from the kisses, and began repeating the same action on Malfoy’s neck. Soon they returned to each other’s lips, enjoying their tastes.

After a few more minutes (okay, more like ten), they finally pulled away from each other, needing to catch their breaths. “Three days is just too long,” Draco breathed out, falling on top of Potter, not able to hold himself up anymore. He turned his head on his chest, hearing the boy’s rapid heartbeat.

“Try six years,” Harry corrected.

Draco lifted his head and looked up at Potter. “I never thought about it like that,” he smirked.

Harry brushed a few blonde strands away from Malfoy’s face, admiring his features. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered, causing Malfoy to suddenly blush. “Are you blushing?” he smiled.

“No,” Draco quickly responded, feeling his cheeks burn more while he tried desperately to return his face to a normal state.

Harry chuckled, watching Malfoy try to regroup himself. “You are too cute,” he continued.

“Stop it, Potter,” he embarrassingly replied, hiding his face on Potter’s chest.

Harry smiled, running his hand through the boy’s hair. Draco closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle strokes. They continued to lay in silence, not yet ready to leave. They knew lunch would be over soon and they would need to get to their classes, but they just wanted to hold each other a little bit longer, like they had done in the summer.

“So have you ever seen Snape do it?” Harry asked, gently gliding his hand through the blonde hair belonging to the boy that was leaning against his chest. 

Draco looked up at Potter, shaking his head. “Never.” 

“He’s had to have done it though, right? I mean after all these years, you’d think he would have.” 

Draco shrugged and lowered his head back on Potter’s chest. “Well, I’ve yet to see it. Father and I actually have a running bet going on.”

Harry laughed. “For the last time he did it, or the first time he will?”

“Last time he did it,” Draco chuckled, looking up at Potter again. “Want in?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. 

“Okay, what do you think?”

Harry closed his eyes and began thinking about the question. He then smirked and stared down at Malfoy. “I’m going to say, the last time Snape washed his hair was the night before his first year of Hogwarts.”

Draco’s eyes opened wide. “No way,” he said in amazement.


“That’s exactly what I said too,” he explained. 

“Really?” Harry asked, stunned. 

Draco nodded, still in shock. “Wait until I tell my father,” he began to say, but then quickly stopped.

Harry looked down at Malfoy, understanding his silence. Not only was his father still locked away in Azkaban, but he would be furious if he knew that his son had been socializing with the Harry Potter. “It’s okay, Malfoy,” he commented.

Draco leaned over and kissed Potter, needing to forget the sadness he was feeling for his father at that moment. He then glanced toward the bedroom door and sighed. “I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said, looking over at Potter again. “It seems like I just got here.”

Harry nodded, as he sadly thought about him leaving. He was surprised by how much he actually enjoyed hanging with Malfoy over the summer. He was a bit nervous about tomorrow, not sure how they would end things. They agreed it would only be a summer thing to numb the pain and sorrow they were feeling, but for some reason, he felt it could be more.

“So are you going to Hogsmeade next month?” Draco suddenly asked.

Harry snapped out of his trance, realizing their first Hogsmeade trip was a month away. He couldn’t believe how quickly time was flying. He sadly looked down at Malfoy, realizing three days would be nothing compared to what was about to happen. “Malfoy, I need to tell you something,” he started, knowing he should get it out now.

Draco lifted his head and looked up at him with a questioning look. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna have to go away for a bit,” he replied.


“I can’t really tell you that.”

Draco frowned, upset that Potter was keeping secrets from him. “Still don’t trust me, huh?” he asked.

Harry shook his head, “It’s not that.”

“It’s fine, Potter,” he shrugged. “I wouldn’t trust me either. I am a Slytherin after all.”

Harry glanced away, knowing Malfoy was hurt. “Malfoy, it’s just-.”

“So how long will you be gone?” Draco abruptly asked, not wanting to hear his explanation.

Harry turned toward him, biting his bottom lip. “Probably a few months.”

“A few months?” Draco screamed, sitting up and staring down at Potter.

Harry sat up as well, placing his hands on Malfoy’s shoulders to comfort him. “Malfoy, you have to understand this was planned way before you even came in the picture. Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Then stay,” Draco pleaded, realizing how much he was going to miss the Gryffindor.

Harry leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Malfoy and pulling him into a tight embrace. Draco wrapped his own arms around Potter’s body, not wanting to let go. “You have no idea how much I want to, Malfoy,” Harry whispered, “but unfortunately, there are certain obligations I have to keep up with. Don’t forget who I am.”

“Fuck the prophecy and fuck the Dark Lord,” Draco quietly stated, leaning his head on Potter’s shoulder.

“I wish it were that easy,” Harry sighed, softly running his hand through Malfoy’s hair.

“I’m really going to miss you, Potter,” he whispered.

Harry nodded, thinking the same. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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