Resorted

Chapter Forty-four

  “Harry we can’t!” Draco scolded, hitting Harry’s upper arm. Being a teenage boy, and having a sexy-as-hell boyfriend (in Harry’s words), it was hard to keep his hands to himself. They were in an unoccupied classroom- neither knew if it was an abandoned one, but they couldn’t find enough rational thinking to care. Draco had Harry by the waist, hoisting him up so the latter’s legs wrapped securely just above his hips. He backed Harry against the wall, his mouth lightly sucking on Harry’s neck. Unsurprisingly, Harry moaned, bringing his hands to grasp at the back of Draco’s head.

“Draco…” He breathed, tilting his lover’s head up to capture his lips in a kiss of love and lust. Draco’s hands moved to grasp Harry’s thighs, effectively holding him up right to wrap his legs around the taller male.

“You’re perfect” Sighed Draco, lifting Harry higher so he could trail the boys collar-bone with kisses. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the clinking of shoes. They didn’t hear the door creaking open. And they didn’t hear he shocked gasp behind them.

However, they did hear the clearing of a throat; therefore, Draco automatically moved his hands from under Harry’s shirt and let go of his thighs. He lowered his partner gracefully, taking time to compose himself before turning to see who was there.

“Whilst I am happy you are in a committed relationship, I must remind you to keep your hands to yourself. Or are separate rooms in Slytherin required?” McGonagall scolded. The two turned even redder, and Harry mentally cursed Draco for looking at his chest instead of the professor. “Don’t be so embarrassed boys’; I have seen worse in my time as teacher- that does not mean you are getting out of detention- separate detentions!” She added when she saw them smile slightly, “I do believe you have a certain advanced potions lesson to get to boys?”

Draco’s eyes grew wide, gasping at how he could even forget about potions? Then he turned to Harry and glared at him but Harry just raised an eyebrow to say so it’s my entire fault? “Sorry Professor, we’ll be on our way.” mumbled Draco picking up his bag and dragging Harry by hand with him. He heard ‘why always me?’ by McGonagall and flushed a deeper red.

“Why do we get caught every time?” groaned Harry, dragging his feet behind Draco.
But Draco stopped, turning to Harry looking aghast, “Professor McGonagall caught us, a second time, we missed the beginning of advanced potions, and all your brain can consciously think of, is that we got caught?” He received an eye-roll so gave one back, “Just hurry up Potter!”

The door clinks open and closed behind the couple who look directly at the Professor. Different to their last potions’ classroom, this one showed signs of a mad-scientist’s old lab that was abandoned after an experiment gone wrong. There were five wooden, rickety stools tucked under the light stone tables along with a metal rod holding pairs of goggles. Atop the stone were the cauldrons and various tools placed in perfect rows. Iron rods moulded into book holders to utensil holders depending on what was needed. At the front of the classroom, was the teacher’s set-up. In a stand was a potion, glowing silver and glistening like the moon. There were three cauldrons on the desk beside the potion, each with a different colour.

“Sorry we’re late Professor.” Draco said. His face was the perfection of stone that the tables were incredibly jealous. Harry saw familiar faces of Pansy, Blaise, Hermione, Nott and more, but only paid attention to the smirk on Blaise and the scolding look from Hermione. She pointed to her neck and Harry’s hand came to it immediately without realising everyone had seen the movement. Slughorn’s eyes widened in realisation, “It is fine boys, just do not be late for the same reason again.” The muffled yes sirs were enough for him to continue, “Yes, well, grab a potions book as you boys seem to not have one on you.”