Title: Working It Out (temp)

Summary: Harry and Malfoy are the bane of their Professors lives. When they finally go too far, can the teachers new idea help them stop fighting? Or will it push them away?

Warnings: Graphic sex, SLASH, yaoi, boy-on-boy, foul language, fighting, etc. Not for the faint of heart. What can I say? It's fun to write. *grin* manipulative!Draco, powerful!Harry, redeemable!Hermione

Author's Note: I wrote this whole story when I was supposed to be finishing 'And You Thought This, Why?' the sequel to 'Um, Whoops?'. *sigh* oh well. Enjoy! Also, the Points of View switches per chapter. So, Harry, then Draco, then Harry, and so on.

Recap-

Draco stayed awake a little longer, marveling over the fact that the most erotic experience of his life had been one where he'd stayed fully clothed, with only a little- very little- skin to skin contact. But he was too tired, and thinking took too much energy, that he fell asleep, wrapped securely in his lovers arm.

Chapter 7- Harry Potter

When Harry blearily opened his eyes, it was because the sun was dancing across his face. He shifted, burying his head back into the shoulder in front of him. Then he froze, wondering why in the hell he was snuggled up to Malfoy. That was when his groin brushed the arse in front of him, and the sweet flash of pleasure reminded him of the mornings…activities. He wondered what was going to happen when Malfoy woke up.

His arms unconsciously tightened on the other man, drawing him back closer to Harry's chest. He wanted, dearly, for this morning to not fuck up his chances with the blond, who'd somehow, someway, managed to wriggle into Harry's heart. The Gryffindor frowned at the thought. Five days- he'd only really known the blond for five days. It was like he'd just been waiting for an opportunity to fall in love with the Slytherin. Oh shit. Fall in love. Is that really what I've done? he thought.

Settling himself against the still slumbering body he was wrapped around, Harry took stock of his feelings. He liked the caustic sense of humor, the rapier sharp wit, the frigid tones that only he could decipher. He liked the man's vanity, his rough edges, his quirks. Hell, he even liked the blond when they were fighting!

Harry inhaled, basking in the warmth from the sun, the warmth from the blond, the simple pleasure of holding someone. Maybe, he mused, it wouldn't be so bad to be in love with Malfoy.

He stayed wrapped around the blond for another half hour, until the Slytherin started shifting. Then he loosened his grip and allowed the blond to roll away, then back over to face him. Harry marveled at the fact that, even with sleep lines on his face, and hair plastered to his scalp with sweat, Malfoy still managed to look, well, fucking sexy.

And those sleepy eyes of his, with ghosts of lust in them, weren't any help. When he graced Harry with a smile, the Gryffindor couldn't help but return it. When he sat up and leaned over the brunet, saying with a hoarse, sultry voice "There are more interesting ways to wake up than being too warm," Harry was pretty sure he was in over his head. And when their lips met for a sweet, chaste kiss, mid-morning breath and all, he was sure of it.

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It hadn't been as awkward as he'd thought, waking up with Malfoy. He'd fumbled a bit, wondering what was going to happen next, but then Malfoy had declared that he was getting in the shower first, although, "You'd be more than welcome to join me." Harry still shuddered every time he thought about that. But things had gone smoothly from there. Lunch had been ready when they'd emerged from the bedroom, and completely gone within minutes.

For a Thursday, it was dreary, with a dull grey sky seeping into the room, fog covering all of the grounds, and occasional splatters of rain against the window. The rays of sun that had woken him up were the last of their kind for the rest of the day. By common agreement, the two men settled in to work on their assignments, occasionally asking the other a question. Harry was always amazed when Malfoy responded politely, though a bit caustically, to all of Harry's Potions questions. Although, since he was asking almost as much about Defense, Harry figured that they were even.

It took three hours, but they both finished up the three days worth of work and sat back with a sigh. Harry glanced over at Malfoy, wondering idly how his hair could shine even during a day this overcast. Malfoy caught the look and sent him a smirk.

Harry narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything, Malfoy beat him to it. "We need to figure out exactly what is going on in our little rebellion, Potter."

The Gryffindor nodded thoughtfully. Stretching, he said, "Well, I'd really love to see Voldemort, Dumblefuck, and Snape all pulled down, if you must know."

The blond snorted. "That you include someone whom you know to be related to me in your little list is amusing. But never mind that- I agree with you. The question is, how do we go about doing it?"

Harry gave a tiny grin. "This is the part where Hermione and Pansy come in, I guess. You know-" he sent the blond a sidelong glance, "the vindictive ones?"

That startled a laugh out of the blond. Harry's grin got a little wider. He settled back in his chair and turned to face the window. "But what I really think we need to do," he said slowly, "is discredit Dumbledore and Snape. Voldemort really just needs to be killed, don't you think?"

All he received for that was a negligent wave of the hand. "Yes, of course, my dear Gryffindor. But how?" Harry shrugged. "You're no help at all, are you, Scar Face?"

"Nope." The brunet sent Malfoy a wicked smile. "So, since we have nothing better to do…" he trailed off, watching as an answering gleam appeared in the Slytherin's eyes, "Do you want to start thinking about how to win the Houses over?" Harry hid a laugh at the flash of annoyance in Malfoy's eyes at what he was obviously not expecting.

"Well, for the Slytherin's, all we have to do is offer the slightest possibility of getting Dumbledore's head on a platter. Snape will be more difficult, but I can assure you that the Dark Lord will get no Death Eaters from this school. At least," he amended, "not from Slytherin."

Harry nodded soberly. He'd never wanted to face classmates out on a battlefield, and Malfoy was going to take measures to ensure he wouldn't.

He sighed. "I think that for Ravenclaw, I just need to speak with Luna." The Gryffindor raised his eyebrows at Malfoy's snort. "Hey- don't discount her. She'd got her House wrapped around her little finger."

"That, Potter, is why I do. I mean really- Loony? What possible reason could make the House follow her lead?" he said, a bit plaintively.

Harry grinned. "Try talking to her one day, Malfoy, and you'll see. For a nut, she's rather smart. There's a reason she's in Ravenclaw, you know."

Malfoy just looked at him, then changed the subject. "Have we plotted enough for one day?" he asked.

The brunet shrugged. "I guess so- I mean, we can still talk about what we need to do to discredit Dumblefuck and Snape, and we still need to figure out how to-" Harry's words we cut off by a pair of lips against his. He froze for a second, then relaxed into the kiss. Wondering idly how Malfoy had gotten over here so quickly, he slid his hands through the white blond strands, and shifted a bit so that the Slytherin could comfortably sit on his lap.

When the Slytherin broke this kiss for air, Harry grinned up at him. "I like how you change the subject, Malfoy."

The blond sniffed haughtily. "Yes, well eventually that Gryffindor brain of yours will realize that you like everything about me." Harry just smiled harder, decided not to tell the blond he'd already figured that out, and leaned in for another kiss.

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Yes it IS short but I wanted to post it as a way to get back in the grove with the story. Hope you enjoy the mushy-ness!

MannyWitch