Author's notes: Thank you very much for all your comments! I love reading reviews *smiles contently* For all of you that were worrying, I wasn't planning on turnning /this/ fic into a Harry/Severus, I mearly meant I might take out the entire sixth chapter and turn it into a fic all it's own that was Harry/Severus. Thank you again for all the suggestions, I have actually considered either making it a HP/DM/SS, or bringing in another character, but I wasn't ever going to have Harry leave Draco (Don't worry, I wouldn't do that!) and I'll get to the unsecurity thing soon, I promise. Just be patient :P For all of you who requested it, I've written a little piece of pure smut (as if I haven't given you enough already...*growls*) Enjoy. ^_~

Seven: The Lunch Break

Since he had stormed into the classroom, black robes flourishing in an intimadating manner, the room had been deathly silent. And it amused Harry to no end.

"As promised, here are your syllabuses. I've also talked to proffessor Snape this morning regarding your summer projects. Each portion will be graded by the individual teachers and then will be tested in front of the school. I'm not sure how far off the current grading is, but I know that I will be grading the testing portion. I'm also happy to inform you that everyone turned in at least a portion of the assignment if not the whole thing." The class greeted the news with impressed nods, but their faces paled slightly when they recieved their syllabuses. "Now, if you would all turn your attention to the syllabus." Harry started, moving back to the front of the room. "Rules of my classroom are thus: Number one, you will follow instructions without question. We will be handling some dangerous spells, potions, and the like, and if I think you are being unsafe in any slight way you will be kicked out of my classroom before you can say 'faliure'. Two: You will respect eachother. I understand the fued between Griffindor and Slythrin very well-after all I was a part of it for six years-but you will leave it outside the classroom. Three: You will come to my classroom prepared. If you do not, I will deduct points and if at all possible assign you book work. Class starts when the bell rings and ends when I say so. There will be no rough-housing, profanity, love notes, or anything of the sort starting the second you walk through that door and ending when you leave it. You have five passes a quarter. That's how many times you are allowed to leave to go to the bathroom, get a drink, whatever. At the end of the quarter, passes can be turned in to make up for points you personally lost from your house for being late or unprepared. Tarties are unexceptable. When the bell rings you will be in your seat, ready to work....yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"What if it's excused?" Draco asked innocently enough.

"Then it's excused. If you have more than two unexcused tarties or one absents a week, I will knock points and you will be assigned an explanation getting longer in length for each tartie, due the next class day. That's about it. I could of course go into common sense rules, but I trust your judgement as students and will refrain from doing so. As far as lessons go, I plan on doing some fun things and a lot of interactive hands on learning-after all that is the best way to learn-but if I find you are being unresponisble as a whole, we will sit here and do bookwork every day. Is this understood?" Having gotten a chanted, "yes, proffessor" from his now officially terrified seventh year class, he moved on. "Everyone get out your books, we will be starting an introductory on love potions today."

"Please go through the chapter on your own and take notes over the course of this week. We will have an open note test next tuesday. Thank you for your attention today, you did well. Class dismissed." With grateful sighs, the class began to pack up and file to the door. "And Mr. Malfoy? I need to see you in my office after lunch today." Draco nodded and tried to scrutnize his lover's expression in hopes of gaining insight as to the nature of the meeting, but Harry was in full-blown Snape mode and his expression was unreadable. Finally, he left, feeling oddly heavy. ~*~

Draco took what he hopped was a steady breath and knocked on Harry's office door. There was a rustle of movement and the door was jerked open. Harry poked his head out and looked toward the closed classroom door before pulling Draco into an enthusastic embrace. Draco felt relief wash over him and he quickly found Harry's mouth.

"God, I've missed you so much...it's so lonely in that huge bed of mine..." Harry complained breathlessly, lifting Draco off the ground and carrying him into the office. Draco wrapped his legs firmly around Harry's waist and showered his lover's face with petal soft kisses as Harry shut and locked the door. Harry dropped Draco on the couch and covered him with hungry kisses and gentle but fervent nips along his neck. Draco laughed and pushed him back. Harry leaned back against the couch and watched the blonde. Draco was panting slightly, but smiling, happy to be back in Harry's arms.

"Have I told you how sexy you look in those robes?" He asked coyly, straddling Harry's lap and ranning his hand around the high collar to play with Harry's pony tail.

"No..." Harry was smiling in delight; he loved the way Draco looked when he smilied.

"Well, you do. You look damn sexy actually. I was afraid to look you over all class period, afraid I might errect right there in my seat...." Harry laughed and ran his hands up Draco's side, then down his back to rest under the arse that Draco happily raised for him. "Yah...that's all I could think about all day...but you know what I think you look better in?" Harry had caught on to the game long ago, but was playing along happily. "I think you look best in that pretty birthday suit of yours..." He whispered suductivly, unclasping Harry's robe and slowly slidding it back.

"I couldn't agree more..." Harry returned, running his lips along Draco's neck, moving just enough for his lithe lover to remove his clothing, but when he brought his hands up to undo Draco's robes, the boy stopped and glarred at him.

"Oh, no you don't. I'm in charge." Draco told him sternly. Harry reared back slightly, but his lips were tipped in an amused smirk.

"You think so, do ya?" He asked menicingly. Draco nodded affermation and crossed his arms over his chest. "What makes you think that." The young Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight in warning, before he abruptly stood. Harry losed an amused laugh, his shoulders bouncing lightly. "You're such a spoiled brat, Malfoy. Get over here!" Draco feigned hurt and took a step back but when Harry hiked an eyebrow and reached for his shirt, he was quick to relinquish the ploy.

"I'm coming! I was just playing for God's sake!" He winned, seating himself firmly on Harry's lap. Harry only laughed a little more and tossed his sirt back over the couch. "Goodness and good God, aren't those pants tight?" He asked innocently, looping his fingers Harry's belt buckle and tugging until it came lose.

"Only when I have a quite beautiful and undeniably sexy Draco Malfoy sitting on my lap." Harry explained, lifting his hips so Draco could remove the afformentioned article of clothing. Draco slid off Harry's lap and pulled the pants down further stopping only when he came to tall black boots.

"Sometimes I wonder were you get your fashion sense-not that I'm complaining of course- but you couldn't have possibly gotten it from those awful Muggles..." He commented, gently working the leather off and discarding the heavy boots to one side. Harry only shrugged, watching avidly as Draco took his sweet time in removing his pants inch-by-inch. "Do you like it when I'm on my knees at your feet, oh great Harry Potter?" Draco asked, suddenly changing the direction of conversation. Harry wasn't sure how to respond. He loved Draco in every posistion and told him so. Draco laughed. "Oh really? What an interesting concept. So you wouldn't mind if I was say, hanging from the celing in chains being..." Harry stopped him almost angrily.

"That I would mind." Draco was taken by the boy's sudden anger, but was touched at the protective tone in his voice. He smiled softly and left the subject alone, returning to his task. Abruptly he looked up at the clock, remember that they weren't stuck in a closet for an endless eternity any longer. Sighing he sped his leasuirly pace and quickly pulled Harry's silk boxers down before stripping his own clothing and adding it to the growing pile on the floor. Harry also looked at the clock and couldn't help but glare at it; breaks were always too short. Draco once again moved to lower himself onto Harry's errection without any form of preperation and stiffened. He wanted to protest; he really didn't like to think Draco was hurting himself, but Draco cast him a glance that clearly said 'sit back, shut up, and enjoy the ride' so he begrudgingly did so. Moments later all protests died on his lips as Draco was begining to move, lifting himself up on his knees and falling back to Harry's lap in a frenzy.

"I've missed you, Harry...so much..." Draco told him breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut as his nerve endings screamed at him. "I woke up looking for you this morning, and when you weren't there, I felt like crying..." he confessed, sitting down again. True to Draco's 'I'm in charge' statement, Harry had only placed his hands around Draco's rear to support him when his tighs started quivering, but now he was squeezing almost roughly as he drew nearer and nearer to oblivion. Draco was starting to tense, his finger nails digging into Harry's shoulder as he too drew closer to a peak, his eyes still clamped shut tightly.

"Draco..." Harry pleaded, desperatly drawing in air "look at me, Draco... I want to see your eyes when you come..." It was only then that he realized he never had seen Draco's eyes during a climax. Draco reluctantly opened his eyes and Harry was shocked to see tears in them, but too caught up in his approaching orgasm, that he could do nothing but stare into them, his own clouded with pleasure. Draco came abruptly, half way up on his knees, and Harry was glad he'd taken the foresight to set a silencing spell over the room as the blonde screamed loudly, his muscles tightening around Harry's member painfully. The sound and sensation proving too much, Harry also orgasmed, his muscles tightening until they crapepd as he rode the waves of pleasure.

Spent the two boys collapsed on the couch in a tangle of limbs and soft sighs. Harry held Draco possessively, gently running a hand through his hair and staring stupidly at the clock.

"I have to go don't I?" Draco asked when Harry sighed heavily. Harry nodded, but made no move to release his lover. Nor was Draco particularly keen on getting up. Finally Harry lifted Draco off his softening member and set him on the couch where the boy immediatly curled around a pillow while Harry located his wand.

With a whispered spell, Harry not only managed to clean up himself, Draco and the rest of the room, but also dress them as well.

"That's not fair. Getting dressed again is half the fun." Draco complained, finally standing and looking over his robes with distast. Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.

"I know, but your going to be late. I'll let you get dressed yourself when we have more time. I have private chambers now you know...and your always welcome to...tutoring." Draco laughed and Harry smiled, then pulled the boy up until their lips connected in a chaste kiss.

"Goodbye Proffessor Potter. Thanks for the...help." Draco smiled in a conspiratory manner before skipping happily out of the room. Harry watched him go, noting the way he slowed and adopted a more Draco-ish expression before continuing out of the classroom. He sighed contendly and turned back to his office to gather his first year syllabuses.
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Author Notes: So what do you think? Good enough? ^_^ Keep those reviews coming, please!