Internet Access (dracoxharry)

Chapter One - A Delivery

"Hey, Potter, come here for a second?" Draco mumbled, reading through students tests. Harry sighed and dragged himself off the chair he was on and towards Draco.

"What do you want, Malfoy? Can't you see I'm busy marking my own students work? If you're having trouble being a teacher, then just quit already." Harry grumbled, peaking over Draco's shoulder to see what the test said.

"I'm not having trouble! Well, at least, not with everything else. This test answer, on the other hand, could be an answer form of you-know-who himself."

"Lemme see," said Harry, snatching the test out of Draco's hands. "Hmm, strangely enough, I agree with you. It's a simple question, but with such a vague answer like this, it's hard to tell whether the student actually understands what the hell they are doing."

"Exactly. So should I mark it as wrong or not?" Huffed Draco. Harry shot him a look of apology.

"Not my job, not my decision. I'm not even meant to be here; I'm supposed to be in the muggle world teaching my own students! And out of all people, why call me all the way here to help mark papers?" Draco awkwardly coughed and looked away.

"You're the only one I can trust currently. Half my friends are dead and the other half are evil. Some of them both." Draco spat.

"Getting married doesn't count as becoming evil and what about the other teachers? Neville works here!" Harry said in attempt to cheer up the now sulky Draco.

"I would rather fuck you then be friends with Longbottom." Draco said, looking Harry in the eye. Harry chuckled.

"You should be thankful no students are the room! They would have gone wild if they heard you say that."

"What do you mean, Potter? I'm sure the students can handle swearing, especially since they have figured out how to add this whole 'internet' and 'wifi' thing to the school."

"That's exactly my point. Ever since they've added internet access to the school, a lot of the half blood students have been indulging in what they call 'shipping'. Even the purebloods who still have no idea what the internet is are getting interested!" Harry said lightheartedly.

"Shipping?"

"Yeah! You know, it's when some people think two other people should go out and stuff. I'm obviously not very 'down with the kids' as I still don't understand the whole point of it, but apparently they ship us!" Laughed Harry. Disgust spread across Draco's face like a disease.

"They want us to date each other? Why on earth would they want that?" He said aghast. Harry laughed at the look in his face and shrugged.

"Maybe they have realised just how someone as pathetic as you needs someone as handsome and brave as me?" Harry joked. Draco glared at him.

"At least I have an actual house unlike that scrap you live in."

"Malfoy, an apartment still counts as a house. And it's a very expensive one too, it's right in the heart of London! Stop treating me like I'm some homeless person."

"Shut up, Potter."

"And didn't we agree to stop calling each other our last names? Harry, just say Harry." Harry sighed.

"I'll call you anything I want, you an-" Draco was cut short by a loud knock on the door. Draco went to open it, but Harry had got there first. At the door stood a small, frail girl with her midnight black hair tied in pony tails.

"I-Is Mr.Malfoy in there?" The girl squeaked, trying to look past Harry.

"I'm here," called Draco from inside the room, "feel free to come inside."

The girl came in so cautiously she might as well have been tiptoeing. When she got to the middle of the room, she sat down in the chair Harry was previously in, forcing him the awkwardly stand beside Draco.

"Hello Abigail, this is Mr.Potter. He is joining me for work reasons, nothing more. What might be your problem?"

"A-ah! You're Harry Potter! Right? RIGHT?" Squealed the girl in a sudden burst of energy. "You're the one who's dating Mr.Malfoy, aren't you?"

"You betcha!" Grinned Harry. Draco, who at this point was rapidly turning into a tomato, turned to Harry and hissed "what do you think you are doing?"

"Stirring up trouble, of course. I'm making the students dreams come true! Haven't you read the 'fan fictions' or whatever they are called?"

"No!" Grunted Draco, attempting to ignore the hyperventilating teenage girl besides them. It was only after more bickering between the two teachers did the girl speak up again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were here... what was your reason for coming?" Draco said as he smoothed down his waistcoat.

"Well, Susan told Mary who told Lucy who told Marian that Jessica heard from Amy who heard from Saffron who heard from Kate that Fran had written a fan fiction about you two! But according to Susan, according to Mary it was really dirty and shouldn't be read by students our age! So then we were told that we had to deliver it to a teacher by the end of the day or else Fran would receive a massive detention! And so I thought, why not give it to the people it's about?"

Harry, who had somehow managed to keep track of what the girl had been saying, nodded his head and asked to see the story. The girl produced it from the brown satchel she had been carrying and gingerly handed it over.

"They weren't wrong about the dirty part though. It is... very graphic. There are certainly some students with very active imaginations. Unless it isn't imaginary..?"

"I assure you, Abigail, it's all real." Harry said, giving her an award-winning smile.

If a person could be set alit from excitement, Abigail would have exploded. As would have Draco, but not quite from excitement.

When Abigail eventually left the room, the ticking bomb inside of Draco was finally unleashed.

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? WHY ON EARTH DID YOU TELL HER ALL THAT BULLSHIT THAT COULD GET US BOTH IN TROUBLE! IMAGINE THE FACES OF THE STUDENTS IF WE EVEN STAND 8 FEET NEAR EACH OTHER!" Roared Draco. Harry stood there, saying nothing.

"Hey, come here!" Ushered Harry, ignoring Draco's ranting. "They make you out to be a real slut, which isn't wrong, but look at this: Draco hungrily pulled the clothes off Harry. 'Want some more?' He moaned as he shoved his-"

"DON'T READ IT OUT LOUD!"