Oneshot 1: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and a... four wheeler?

Harry Potter sat in the Great Hall, half-listening to Professor Dumbledore's customary speech. He was thinking about how great it felt to be a seventh year, and to "rule the school," so to speak. His good friend, Hermione Granger, was head girl, and he was sure that he could convince her to turn a blind eye to his excursions... He hoped. Suddenly, what Dumbledore was saying caught Harry's attention.

"Due to the anti-muggle war being hosted by Voldemort, this year, all students will be required to take Muggle Studies, with our new Professor, Professor Ssussun."

Professor Ssussun stood up, to only a brief round of applause. The reason for the short applause didn't reside in the teacher, it was more for the shock of being forced to take a class about muggles.

Harry, however, was sure that this didn't apply to him. Professor Dumbledore's next words shattered this certainty.

"Even students who live with muggle families must take this class. Yes, Harry, Seamus, and all others, this includes you."

Harry glanced at Seamus, and they both shrugged wryly. Maybe it would be an easy grade, if a boring one.

The seventh year Gryffindors filed into the class with their Slytherin counterparts, but stopped short when they saw words written on a chalk board. "Do you think she wrote that by hand?" Harry asked Ron when he saw the chalk dust lying on the floor. Ron just shrugged as he read what was written.

"All students report outside to the edge of the Forbidden Forest for your first lesson. Change into comfortable (if slightly ragged) clothing, as you will get dirty."

The students exchanged glances, then headed to their respective dorms to change before going to the Forest.

When they got there, they saw weird muggle machines sitting around in lines facing the forest. The machines had four wheels, and handlebars kind of like a bike's.

"These," said Professor Ssussun, "are called four-wheelers."

"Imagine that..." Draco remarked, to no one in particular. Professor Barra went on as if she hadn't heard.

"Four-wheelers are a kind of muggle toy. They are made to go off-road, over roots, and through mud puddles. The gas is on the handlebars..." The professor's voice never lost its enthusiasm as she continued with telling the students how to operate the machines. She also included a list of dire warnings.

"Okay, so, pair up!"

Hermione and Ron quickly walked to a four-wheeler. Ron wanted to be the driver, so Hermione let him get on first, before climbing on behind him. As she did so, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her breasts into his back.

Harry rolled his eyes. "They really are nauseating sometimes..." he murmured to himself, turning to look for a partner.

To his surprise, the only person left with out a partner was Draco Malfoy. This could have been due to the fact that he was glowering at any body who got within two feet of him.... But it could have been something else. Maybe.

Draco was also looking around the clearing, and coming to the same conclusion Harry had. He rolled his eyes, and started walking to the only four-wheeler left. Harry beat him to it, smirking at the blonde. "I'm driver."

Draco just shrugged, and then waited patiently for Harry to get on. His silver gaze watched as Harry swung one leg over the four-wheeler, straddling it and scooting forward.

"You can get on now, Draco, instead of staring at it. It won't bite, you know."

Draco smirked, swinging his leg over the four-wheeler behind Harry. He was well aware that almost all of the girls, and a lot of the boys, were watching him as he did so. He made sure to sit a little ways from Harry (It won't do for people to think that I like him, or anything...), and he gripped the rack on the back of the four-wheelers so that he wouldn't fall off.

The four-wheeler the boys had been left with was at the very back of the line, so they had to wait patiently while the other students moved on ahead of them into the Forbidden Forest.

Harry smiled as he saw the students ahead of him finally move forward. This will be fun! he thought to himself, before gunning the gas.

Draco jumped, letting go of the rack and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "What are you trying to do, Potter, kill me?"

Harry turned his head to glance at Draco's face. "That thought hadn't crossed my mind, but now that you mention it..." He gunned the gas again, turning the wheel sharply to the right.

Draco kept his arms wrapped tightly around Harry's waist, reveling in the feel of the small boy in his arms. After a while, his fear ebbed, and he was thrilled with the ride, and thrilled with being with Harry.

After awhile, Draco became bolder, running his hands from around Harry's waist to his hip bones, before back around and up a little. He made sure to time all of this with the differences in Harry's driving.... When Harry was driving on a smooth piece of land, Draco's hands rested on Harry's hips. When Harry was driving quickly, or going over the roots of the trees, his arms encircled Harry, and his hands caressed his chest and stomach.

Harry was having a hard time paying attention to the area around him. At first, he was disgusted at having Draco touch him, but after time wore on he found that he was enjoying himself immensely. Hopefully, Draco wouldn't look down to the area that was Harry's lap. Harry hit a smooth patch of ground, and Draco's hands traveled back down to the small of Harry's back. Harry was finally able to concentrate, and he saw that they had some how separated from the rest of the class. He didn't really care though, and so he continued driving.

Draco smiled wickedly, because he had indeed looked down to Harry's lap, and he knew that Potter was enjoying himself. When Harry drove over another huge root, Draco used that motion of the four-wheeler to scoot closer to Harry, wrapping his arms tight around the Gryffindor's waist and pulling him into the vee of Draco's hips. Draco's growing arousal was nestled right against Harry's arse, and the raven haired boy leaned back into Draco's chest.

Draco continued to caress Harry's chest, and he rested his face in the crook of Harry's neck, breathing deeply and sending shivers up and down Harry's spine. Every once in awhile, his tongue flickered out, licking the salty skin of Harry's neck, or right behind Harry's ear.

Eventually, Harry braked the four-wheeler to a stop in a clearing, shifting to neutral and turning the machine off.

"It is my turn to drive?" Draco asked, somewhat breathlessly.

Harry just shook his head as he stood up, turning around so that he faced Draco before sitting back down, his legs straddling the other boy's as well as the four-wheeler. Draco held his breath as Harry leaned forward, ever so slowly.

Harry's lips brushed against Draco's, softly, fleetingly. Draco groaned, sliding his hands up Harry's chest to cup the back of his head. The blonde tugged gently, and Harry leaned forward hungrily, his mouth hard on Draco's soft lips. Soft lips that were parting without any urging, and Draco's silky tongue was darting out to lick Harry's lips, flickering in and out of his mouth.

Harry was a little surprised at his reaction to Draco, but he had already admitted to himself in sixth year that the other boy was undeniably sexy. He had admitted this at around the same time he admitted to himself that he was interested in boys, rather than girls. But he had never been interested in Draco... Memories of the other boy's cruelty had been enough to squash what ever lustful feelings he might have.

But those thoughts quickly fled from his head as his hands traveled up Draco's back and around his neck. Draco's hands traveled downward, sliding down Harry's chest to his back, cupping his arse, pulling him forward.

Soon, Harry was sitting on top of Draco, who was fighting with Harry's shirt, trying to pull it over the Gryffindor's head. The boys froze though, as their ears picked up the sound of another four-wheeler close by them. Harry hopped off of the four-wheeler, off of the warm, comfortable nook that was Draco's lap. He straightened his shirt, and scrubbed his hands through his always messy hair.

Draco just smiled, shaking his head. When he was done, his hair fell effortlessly back into place. Draco adjusted his clothing a bit, and scooted forward on the four-wheeler. No one who didn't know (or who didn't look down at his lap) would be able to tell that just moments before, he had been snogging Harry Potter senseless.

Unless, of course, they looked at Harry Potter. There was no disguising the just-been-snogged look that Harry threw off. His hair was more tousled than usual (probably due to his attempts to fix it!) and his bottom lip was swollen from Draco sucking and nibbling on it. Draco rolled his eyes, and leaned forward off of the four-wheeler to fix Harry's hair. Well, as much as it could be fixed.

After wards, he eyed Harry critically. It would do. Harry's face was still flushed, but he could work around that. The four-wheeler was getting louder, and soon it pulled into the clearing, revealing Hermione and Ron. They also had switched places. Draco eyed them, smirking. They had exchanged places fairly recently, if Ron's flushed face, tousled hair, and swollen bottom lip was any indictation. Do all Gryffindor boys have that just kissed look after being snogged? It was interesting to contemplate... He might have to make an experiment out of that!

Hermione, however, was as clear and composed as Draco himself. He saw her eyeing Harry, and decided it was time to make the Gryffindor's flushed face look the result of a blush.

"Poor Potty here... had to go... well, potty." He said, smirking outwardly while wincing inwardly. That was a really bad pun.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry all evidently thought so, too. Ron's face was no longer flushed from passion, now it was flushed with anger. Oops, Draco thought wryly, not my intention...

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Come on, you two. Class is almost over, and we have to get back to the castle."

Harry rode a chaste distance behind Draco all the way to the castle. If his hands occasionally traveled down to the hollow of Draco's hips, or up around his chest, Draco put it down too the bumps on the road, since the caresses never lasted long.

Harry smiled inwardly to himself in anticipation of the night ahead. He had a thought to using his invisibility cloak, a silencing spell, and an unsuspecting Slytherin to provide him the password.

Oh yes. It would definitely be an interesting night.