Title: The
Final Year Part Two
Author: BSB Phreek
Feedback: My drug of choice
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus
Word Count: 964
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance,
humor, angst, smut
Summary: It’s Harry’s final year at Hogwarts; can he survive his NEWTs,
Snape and love?
Notes: AU.
HBP never occurred and Dumblydore is alive and well.
Spoilers: SS,
Warnings: m/m relationship
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling pwns all.
Harry rolled his eyes as he stared at his two best friends across the
Gryffindor table. They were sitting closer than Harry thought possible, sure
they were a cute couple, but he didn’t want to look at it all the time. “Dammit would you two stop it already,” Harry insisted when
Hermione fed Ron a piece of fruit.
“Stop what?” Ron asked innocently, he enjoyed teasing his best friend.
“You need to find yourself a worthy man,” Hermione said, pulling herself away
from Ron.
Harry laughed, his eyes travelling over to the Slytherin table. “I hear you’re stuck with Malfoy as Head Boy,” he said, watching as Draco kissed
Pansy Parkinson. He cringed slightly; he and Draco had decided to keep up the
façade that Pansy was his girlfriend. What Harry hadn’t expected was the pang
of jealousy that shot through him as he watched Draco kiss Pansy again.
Harry didn’t know what had come over him, but the next thing he knew, he was
kissing Seamus Finnigan. “Oi!
Back of my Irish boy,” Dean Thomas protested, clapping Harry on the shoulder.
“Sheesh Potter, you should have tried that years ago.
Dean has competition,” Seamus said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“So what was up with you kissing Seamus at dinner?” Ron asked later that night
as they got ready for bed.
“Making someone jealous,” Harry said with a shrug, ashamed of his actions.
“Care to share who?” Dean asked, joining in the conversation.
“Not really. At least not yet,” Harry said, climbing into his bed, smiling at
the thought of Draco.
“Later?” Seamus asked, his curiosity peaked.
“Maybe,” Harry laughed as he partially closed his privacy curtains.
The darkness was disturbed by a faint light coming from underneath the
pillow. Harry tapped the blank piece of parchment with his wand, smiling as a
message appeared.
What the hell was up with you kissing Finnigan at dinner?!
Harry smiled. Had to make you jealous somehow. You weren’t
supposed to enjoy making out with Pansy.
I wasn’t she was. At least I don’t have to deal with her except class and
meals. I should dump her soon- she’s clingy.
I never should have suggested it. How’s your new room and when should we
christen it?
It’s quiet, soundproof and the bed is really
comfortable. How about Saturday night 8 o’clock.
Where?
Dungeons. Second hallway to the right behind the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. Password is Snitch until you piss me off and I
change it.
Sounds great. G’night Draco. See you in potions
tomorrow.
Night. Love
you Scar Head.
Love
you too Ferret Face
Harry watched as the parchment went blank, he had missed hearing those words
earlier. He pulled his glasses off, laying them and the parchment on the
bedside table. He couldn’t wait until Saturday.
The Next Day
Harry sighed as he stirred his potion, lost in thought. He gasped softly when
he felt a hand brush across his ass. Draco smirked back at him as he walked
across the room to the storage cupboard. Harry was so distracted by the blonde
that instead of four beetle eyes, he dropped in five, causing his cauldron to
explode.
“Potter!” Snape exclaimed, his eyes on the melted
remains of Harry’s cauldron. “Detention every night this week and twenty points
from Gryffindor,” he announced as the ruined potion made its way across the
floor.
Harry started to protest, but silence himself at the thought of more detentions
and more points being taken.
Snape looked around the partially destroyed room
before dismissing the class with a wave of his hand. “Mr. Potter, you stay.
Everyone else is dismissed and I expect a three foot essay on the proper way to
brew a Pepper Up Potion.”
Harry sighed and gathered his things as the classroom emptied out, leaving him
alone with the seething professor. “Professor I…”
Snape silenced him with a look. “I don’t want to hear
excuses Potter. You are to be here tonight at seven, I’ll inform Professor
McGonagall.”
“Yes Sir,” Harry said softly. Snape was being almost
polite, he must be really mad.
“You will be cleaning this mess you made without magic,” Snape
continued, giving the young wizard a once over before dismissing him.
Harry walked down the deserted hallway, yelping in surprise when something
grabbed his arm and pulled him into an empty classroom, shoving him against the
wall. The person kissed him roughly, nibbling on his lips and pressing their
bodies together. Harry slid his arms around Draco’s neck, returning the kiss
eagerly.
“Hi,” Harry said with a laugh after breaking the kiss.
“When’s your detention?” Draco asked, resting his head against Harry’s.
“Every night this week at seven. Cleaning the room without magic,” Harry
complained, planting kisses along Draco’s neck.
“So you won’t be there on Saturday?” Draco asked quietly, almost disappointed.
“I’ll be there, but I’ll be late,” Harry said with a smile.
“You’ll be punished for your tardiness,” Draco teased, sounding eerily like Snape.
“Promise?” Harry asked, his eyes full of amusement. “You know, this detention
is all your fault. If you hadn’t grabbed my ass…” Harry said thoughtfully, his
hand resting on Draco’s hip.
Draco smirked. “It’s not my fault you have a short attention span and are
easily distracted.”
Harry growled softly, unzipping Draco’s trousers quickly, his hand wrapping
around Draco’s half hard cock. Draco gasped as Harry’s hand stroked his cock,
his thumb rubbing across the head teasingly.
“Harry please,” Draco begged softly, arching his hips into Harry’s hand. Harry
pulled his hand away, zipping Draco back up before planting a chaste kiss on
Draco’s lips.
“See you later,” Harry said with the smirk he learned from Draco. He walked out
of the room as Draco went to his knees, painfully hard and intent on revenge.