Author: adrastea_84

Rating: NC-17

Challenge: #9. Draco doesn't understand his NEWT DADA again, so Harry must tutor him, against their will.

Warnings: M/M

Notes: Thanks to purest_evil for betaing this.

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Harry sat in Defence against the Dark Arts with something that looked like steely determination in his eyes. This lesson the class had been set to practising some of the harder spells likely to crop up in their N.E.W.T mock exams. At the moment most of the students were revising a banishing spell that helped repel unwanted demons. Professor Clutterbuck, the newest professor in a long line to teach this subject, had found several boggarts for them to practise on. Even though a boggart wasn't strictly demonic, the spell worked on them because boggarts harvest a person's fears (or another reason) and it was next to impossible to bring an actual demon within the castle walls.

Hermione's boggart, who still resembled Professor McGonagall informing her she'd failed all of her classes, was banished in a matter of moments, while Ron struggled to get rid of the large, menacing spider that his boggart had morphed into.

Harry, however, was not allowed to take part in the practical element of revising the spell, and was moodily looking on while supposedly brushing up on the theory. He supposed he could understand the professor's concerns; after all, it was still likely the boggart would take on the shape of either Lord Voldemort or a Dementor of Azkaban, but he really resented not being given a chance.

He cheered up slightly to see Draco Malfoy having more trouble with the spell than even Ron or Neville. This was rather odd since Harry had always presumed Draco to be an academic student not unlike Hermione. He frowned. Why should he care how Malfoy did anyway?

"Mister Potter!" Professor Clutterbuck barked giving Harry a stern look. "I hope you're paying attention to your text book!" She raised her eyebrows and Harry sighed, turning the page.

"Why isn't this working?" Malfoy grumbled to Crabbe and Goyle who merely shrugged and resumed their own attempts. Malfoy gave their backs a glare that could have killed and then started looking around the room as if hoping to find some inspiration or an answer as to why he was repeatedly botching the banishment.

Harry smirked, amused, when Malfoy looked in his direction and scowled. Harry smiled at him, completely unable to contain his mirth at the idea of Draco Malfoy of all people unable to perform a spell.

"What you staring at, Potter?" Draco asked still scowling.

"I was just musing over your lack of ability." Harry retorted.

Draco raised an eyebrow in what was obvious discontent.

"Potter! I will not tolerate you insulting other students in my classroom! Since you obviously believe that you could do better than Mister Malfoy, I am assigning you to tutor him," Professor Clutterbuck said looking pleased when Harry's face fell. "Oh, and Mister Potter? I expect him to do well in the upcoming mock," she added, smiling triumphantly, knowing full well of their rift.

"Stupid git," Ron muttered under his breath and glared at Malfoy. Hermione rolled her eyes at the both of them.

"But it wasn't... " Harry began, desperate to get out of the tutoring.

"No buts! It's decided now. I'd like for you and Draco to arrange a mutually agreeable time for the tutoring. If you cannot come up with a reasonable time for your sessions, I will arrange them for you."

Malfoy smirked and looked at Harry with disdain; it was clear that while he didn't like the idea of being tutored by Harry he was pleased to see him be chastised by any teacher. As Professor Clutterbuck turned to help Neville the silence that had fallen over the class broke and a hubbub of whispers arose.

Harry muttered about the insolence of teachers while Ron slapped him on the back.

"It can't be that bad mate, at least it'll give you a chance to hex that ferret boy into next week, and call it tutoring," Ron said giving a weak grin.

"Harry is not going to be doing any hexing, are you, Harry?" Hermione said looking pointedly at him.

"No." Harry agreed dejectedly. This was going to be a disaster, he could tell.

After dinner that night Harry left the Great Hall to be faced by Malfoy.

"What do you want?" He said sighing.

"There's no getting out of this now, Potter," Draco spat.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"So?"

"So, you will be meeting me at midnight in the classroom opposite the Prefect's Bathroom," Draco stated imperiously.

"What makes you think I'll turn up, Malfoy?" Harry folded his arms defiantly.

"You wouldn't dare not to," Draco said with an air of supreme confidence and turned on his heel towards the Slytherin dungeons. Harry glared mutinously at Draco's retreating back and made his way up to Gryffindor tower. What made Draco think he would turn up? Harry trudged up the stairs, if there wasn't likely to be a detention or several for not helping, he'd show Malfoy that he couldn't just boss him around.

Later that night as Harry walked along the corridor towards the empty classroom that he and Malfoy had agreed to meet at - well, that Malfoy had told him to meet at – he was thinking about how he would actually go about teaching Malfoy. It grated on him that he'd have to help the smarmy git, but that Malfoy was having trouble with this spell in particular tickled Harry's curiosity. Malfoy'd not shown himself to have any problems with any of the other spells or charms that NEWT level Defence taught, seeming to pick each and every one up as easily as water rolls off a ducks back. Perhaps while he was teaching him, Draco would let something slip about why he was having so much trouble.

The classroom was dark when he entered and he couldn't see Malfoy anywhere about. As Harry cast a lumos in the room he saw that Draco was stood leaning against the far wall.

"Potter, nice of you to finally show up," Draco smirked.

"Cut the crap, Malfoy, it's only just five past," Harry rolled his eyes and tapped his wand impatiently against his left hand.

"Nice wand you have there, Potter." Draco raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Harry snapped. What the hell was Malfoy on about?

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Never could take a hint could you, Potter?" he said and walked over to a cabinet that stood beside a window that looked out over the lake.

"Take a hint? Look, what are you on about, Malfoy? I come here to help you with your work, reluctantly I might add and you come out with all this stuff about wands!" Harry frowned.

Draco shook his head in a way that unnerved Harry and opened the cupboard door, at the same time he came to stand directly in front of it.

"Take this as a hint... " He said as his boggart began to morph and he drew his wand.

With a quickly barked extermino spell and a quick sequence of correctly formed wand movements he banished the boggart leaving a wisp of smoky vapour as the only evidence the creature had been there at all.

"Wha-? But, Malfoy... you totally screwed up in class today... Why?" Harry was frowning again and a thought crossed his mind that if he didn't stop frowning soon he'd get a permanent line between his eyebrows.

Draco turned back to him smirking, and began to walk over. "You really are that stupid, aren't you?" he said as he drew near, eyes travelling over Harry's face.

Harry opened his mouth, an indignant reply on the tip of his tongue when suddenly his lips were being crushed beneath Draco's and his reply was lost. Spluttering with indignation and shock Harry tried to push Draco away. A small rebellious voice in his mind was telling him that this was better than kissing Cho had been, even if it was Malfoy and that he really shouldn't be pushing him away.

Draco didn't desist in his attempts and after a while Harry found himself giving into Draco, allowing the small rebellious part of him that was actually finding kissing Draco quite enjoyable to take over and he relaxed a bit.

Draco grabbed Harry's waist and pulled him closer to him. Harry groaned into the kiss as he found himself being pressed between Draco and the stone wall behind him. Their lips moved frantically against each other and Harry felt his nerves buzz and his heart beat rapidly as Draco began to stroke at his mouth with his tongue.

Then Draco's lips were moving down, sucking at the skin of Harry's neck causing Harry's hands to tighten on the sleeves of Draco's robes where they'd come to rest when he decided to stop pushing Draco away.

Harry could feel himself becoming more and more aroused by Draco, and though he was pretty sure that was Draco's intention he wasn't sure what to do about it.

Then Draco slipped his hands from Harry's waist and took a step back, smirking, and for a second Harry's gut froze and he could just hear in his mind what Malfoy would say next.

But in the next second Draco began to unbutton his shirt, and lick and kiss his skin as it was revealed. Harry's breathing hitched and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he decided that he should respond in kind. He felt very clumsy and stupid as his hands responded by scrabbling at Draco's robes, hastily undoing the buttons and moving the material out of the way.

"Draco... " he moaned as Draco's tongue flicked over one of his nipples.

Harry looked down and saw Draco smirking up at him. Then Draco straightened up, and after a brief kiss turned him around so that they were stood back to chest. Harry's breathing quickened as he thought about what was evidently going to happen. Draco's hands came around his waist, unbuckled his belt and slowly drew down the zipper. When Draco's fingers slipped inside his trousers and brushed against his erection, he moaned. In the two seconds it took for his brain to catch up to what was happening, both his trousers and his boxers had been lowered and silky smooth hands were stroking over him.

A shiver ran through him at the thought that while he could barely hold back from coming right now, there was much more of this delicious torture left to go before he could do so without feeling like a right prat.

You want this don't you, Potter?" A harsh whisper tickled his ear and he felt weak with arousal.

Harry had a moment where he wasn't at all sure that he wanted it as Draco began to push his fingers into him. But as Draco kept on fisting his cock while playing with his arse, Harry began to relax, growing impatient after a while for more. Then there was a clink of metal and a rustle of fabric as Draco let his own trousers fall to the floor and braced himself against the classroom wall with one arm, guiding himself into Harry's hot entrance with his other hand.

Harry gasped as Draco pushed in, rocking his hips back to try to get Draco to give him more.

Draco smirked and started to thrust in and out with slow, deep movements. Harry panted, it felt absolutely amazing to have Draco sliding in and out of him, to have the other boy's body pressed so close to him, and inside him. Draco began to go faster, hitting home in hard strokes, obviously nearing his own climax as Harry was closing in on his, completely lost in the sensation of Draco shoving his hard cock into him.

Draco put his mouth near Harry's ear, "Harry... " he breathed.

Hearing his name whispered, Harry shuddered and came, hot pleasure coursing all over him, exploding over the wall. Draco felt the contractions of Harry's climax around him and came, biting Harry's shoulder in the process.

As the last shocks went through them they stood like that for a long time, shaking with the aftermath, breathing erratically. Eventually Draco pulled out of him and the black haired boy turned to face him, unsure of how Draco would react.

"Next tutor session, same time, same place, next week," Draco said, pulling up his trousers and straightening his robes. He didn't give Harry a chance to refuse before walking out.

"Stupid Malfoy thinks he can order me around," Harry muttered, but the sated smile on his face kind of ruined the effect.