Title: Protégé part 12

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione

Year: 6th

Rated: R (Yes, this IS R! Hard R!)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

I'm sorry I forgot about posting this! I don't like editting my stuff, but for here it had to be done. This is the R-rated version. Other places that have my fics (like my yahoo mailing list and on AFF) have to original one.

I have been trying my best to get more of my other fics written, but with a couple of them my muse is having some problems. I'm sorry. Please be patient with me!


After Harry had reassured Madam Pomfrey over and over again that he was just fine, he wandered the halls to his dorm. It was odd to hear Draco's voice after he had woken from unconsciousness on the stone floor of the dungeons. He didn't know why the thing, the demon imp, didn't get affected by his Avada Kedavra curse. The imp had told him that the only way to defeat him was with love and hate combined. At least that was what it sounded like. There was more to it, he knew, but he decided to stop racking his brain about trying to figure it out and just go with it. Yes, Harry was very shocked to hear Draco's voice when he became conscious, telling him that he was an idiot for doing what he did and how skinny he looked.

When Harry finally got the strength to talk again, he asked Draco just what happened. Draco had told Harry that he defeated the thing, just like in his dream. Harry then told Draco that the demon imp wasn't expecting his dream to come fully true. The monster made most of it up. That was when Draco had laughed and said that it figured. 'Killed by it's own stupid imagination.' Draco chuckled.

Harry had told Draco everything. Even the part about the wizard who helped the demon imp escape from Azkaban. "Oh, rubbish." Draco said. "There are other rich Death Eaters with tons of House-elves around. It couldn't be my father."

"So you say." Harry said weakly. But Draco didn't want to hear it. So, Harry gave up trying to get him to listen, not wanting to continue fighting since he was too weak at the moment.

But now, Harry had his strength back, and if his so-called boyfriend wanted to argue with him about any issue at all, he wouldn't back down so easily. He knew that Draco was thickheaded about certain things, and one of them being that he was rather loyal to his family.

He was just thinking over how he was going to make Draco see the facts when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. Startled from his thoughts, Harry whirled around, without thinking, and punched the intruder.

"Goddamn it!" The figure groaned. Something black fell away from the person's face, showing slicked back blond locks. "Gee, I'm glad to see you too." It was Draco and he was holding his nose.

"Oh, crap, I'm sorry Draco!" Harry said, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth nervously. "I didn't mean to do that. I've just been deep in thought. Are you ok?"

Draco tested to see if his nose was broken. "I'll live. But now I know better than to sneak up on you when you're concentrating. It's a good thing that you didn't have your wand out."

"I'm sorry," Harry said again. It felt odd saying that to Draco since he was supposed to be his rival. "You just scared me."

"Jumpy today, huh? Wouldn't blame you from what you went through last night."

Harry's eyes fell upon something in Draco's hand. "Is that what I think it is?"

"What?"

Harry pointed to the cloak in his hand, "That! That thing in your hand!"

Draco held up his cloak, "Oh this? It's just a cloak I found, that's all."

"It's the Cloak of Shadows, isn't it?"

Draco looked everywhere except in Harry's eyes. "I don't know what you mean."

Harry sighed, throwing his arms up in the air. "You're impossible!"

It was odd how such a simple gesture from Harry could make Draco Malfoy cave in. "Ok, so maybe it is. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is if it belonged to that damn Demon Imp, I wouldn't trust it."

"But it's fun! You get to hide in shadows and sneak around easier. So much more convenient to use when one's breaking rules." At that, Draco wiggled his eyebrows.

Harry bit his bottom lip, wondering if he should tell Draco about his invisibility cloak or not. He was so glad that he had snatched it up secretly before Draco carried him away. Harry used the excuse that he thought he dropped something over in the corner, and then grabbed his cloak quickly and stuck it into his pocket.

"So," Draco drawled on when Harry wouldn't answer him. "It looks like I saved your arse after all."

Harry rolled his eyes. "It looks like it, yes. Despite the Protection charm." He couldn't help rub in.

"Oh shut up." Draco said, not really meaning it.

"By the way," Harry moved closer to Draco and gave him a peck on the cheek, "thanks for bringing the bezoars up to the hospital wing."

Draco fought the oncoming blush. "I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." He turned around and walked off toward the Slytherin dungeons.

"Uh huh." Harry smiled, knowingly.


During lunch, Harry's two best friends sat on either side of him, and he was half listening to them gab about homework and the teachers. If they wanted to talk, why didn't they sit by each other instead of sandwiching him in? Harry moved a few peas around on his plate as he finally perked his ears up and heard Ron say something to Hermione that made her leap up from her spot and conk Ron on the head. Harry had to duck a bit.

"Will you two just knock it off?" Harry groaned. "If you're going to fight, leave me out of it."

"What do you mean, Harry? We are leaving you out of it." Hermione said, glaring back at Ron.

"I feel like the pickle in the middle." Harry explained.

Ron looked like he was trying to hide a blush. "Sorry, Harry, it's just. . . well, me and Hermione. . . we, you know. . ."

"No, I don't know. Enlighten me." Harry said.

Hermione spoke up. "What Mr. Vocabulary here is trying to say is that we just started going steady and he doesn't want the whole school to know yet. Especially his brothers."

Harry looked over at Ron with amusement. "You don't say?"

"And," Hermione drawled on, "He says that his hormones are out of control and he's afraid that he'd jump me in front of every. . ."

"Hermione!" Ron was blushing from head to toe.

"What's this about going steady?" Neville asked, finally sitting down to eat. Him, Dean, Seamus, and Lavender had all arrived a little late. They all had to stay after class to clean up something.

"Nothing!" Ron shouted. "No one is going steady!"

"I heard something about going steady and having hormone problems." Seamus smiled. This made Ron go even pinker.

"You heard wrong!" Ron growled. He got up and walked off.

Hermione sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "I better go make sure that he doesn't do anything really stupid."

"And this isn't normal?" Harry asked. Everyone laughed, except Hermione. She left with a sigh, and a shake of her head.

The mail finally arrived, along with Harry and Draco's detention notices from Snape. They were both to clean the classroom from top to bottom without any magic. This meant they had to wash the vials and equipment by hand, so they had to wear protective gloves, and they had to also clean the underside of the desks which was a very scary thing all in itself. Goyle or Crabbe liked to stick their bogies and chewed up gum under the tables.

"I can't stand servant work," Draco was grumbling. Harry shook his head and smiled. He was trying hard not to laugh at the Slytherin.

"You'll survive, my Mudpie." Harry said with a smirk.

Draco glared at Harry, "Do NOT call me that, Potter. And of course I'll survive, but will my cuticals?" He put his hands up for emphasis, nails facing toward Harry.

"You can get a manicure." Harry shrugged. "You're rich enough. Unless you want to wear gloves." He held up the rubber gloves with a smirk. "That IS what they're for you know."

Draco snatched them from Harry's hand, "Shut up, Potter." He instantly slipped the gloves on. Harry was laughing into his sleeve as he put his own gloves on. There was no way that he was going to tackle washing out the potions equipment with bare hands.

Minutes later, one of their arguments had ended rather sour instead of reaching a high climax, which usually resulted in a fistfight.

"Merlin, it's not even fun fighting with you anymore!" Draco sighed. They had finally finished washing all of the vials and other glass things and were now starting on the cauldrons.

Harry laughed. "Whatever do you mean, Muddy?"

Draco brandished his scrubbing brush in Harry's direction, trying to look menacing, "Call me anything with the word mud in it again, and you'll be rolling in it! I guarantee that!"

Harry couldn't help smiling. Draco looked way too cute with a cleaning utensil in his hand, rubber gloves on, and a little red scarf around his head.

"What are you smiling at?" Draco demanded, narrowing his eyes.

"You." Harry said, walking closer, "You are just way too adorable looking like a scrub maid."

Draco huffed, tossing his head up in a defying manner. "I really resent that, Potter!"

Harry leaned over to whisper into Draco's ear. "You'd look even better if you were wearing a maid's outfit complete with guarder belt and stockings."

Draco dropped his brush.

Harry moved closer and softly placed his lips underneath Draco's ear, right on the sensitive spot. Draco shivered, and unexpectedly moaned out loud.

"Does my dragon like that?" Harry murmured. He lowered his lips further, leaving a hot trail of kisses down Draco's neck. He felt his boyfriend's pulse quicken the farther down his lips traveled. Harry slipped a glove off of a hand, and with that bare hand, he hooked his finger around the collar of Draco's uniform and tugged, exposing more skin. Harry continued to lick and kiss at whatever skin there was in front of him.

"Harry. . ." Draco groaned.

"Yes, Draco?" Harry whispered against his skin.

"We're supposed to be. . . Harry!" Harry had found the buttons on Draco's shirt and was carefully undoing them. "What if someone sees?"

"They'd get quite an eyeful then, wouldn't they?" Harry snickered.

"In the potions classroom? You're kinkier than I thought."

Harry lowered his head to Draco's collarbone, taking off his other glove, then opening the front of Draco's shirt even more. Draco bit his lip from groaning aloud. He slipped his own grimy gloves off so that he could run his hands through those messy black locks. Harry moved his hands up and slipped off the rag from Draco's head so that he could run his fingers through Draco's blond hair.

Giving up on resisting, Draco took a hold of Harry and threw him up against the nearest wall to attack his sensitive neck. "We'll see just who is the dominant one here, Potter."

Harry chuckled and lifted his head up to expose more throat. For some reason he felt like he was a wolf trying to join Draco's pack, showing throat. Draco took the invitation and nibbled at the area right above Harry's voice box.

"That's it, Lion, surrender to me."

Harry shivered, moaning Draco's name. He had never let anyone take any kind of control like this before. It was so exotic that he felt his knees turning into butter.

"Yes." Draco sighed, feeling himself growing hard. "Let me hear you, Harry Potter, I want to hear you moan my name. . . say it the way you'd beg for mercy. That is, if you ever would beg for mercy. . ." Draco slipped a hand lower to undo Harry's shirt. Before they knew it, they were both shirtless and growing more breathless. Draco kissed his way down Harry's chest, gently touching each nipple before going lower.

"Oh, please, Draco. . ."

"Yes, Harry. . ."

"I need. . . oh, god, I need you!"

"Oh, Harry, yes!" Draco went crazy at Harry's waist, nuzzling and kissing the flat stomach before him before sliding down Harry's zipper. Draco received a shock when he found that Harry's sex was rather podgy.

Harry arched his body. "Draco!"

The task of cleaning the potions room started to fade away in their fogged up minds. Panting and grunting, Harry gave in to the incredible pleasure that Draco was giving him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he found release in his boyfriend's mouth. A magic spark coursed through them both as Draco swallowed.

"Now that was magically delicious." Draco snickered. Harry laughed hard. Not only did Draco make a funny, but he also didn't know about the Muggle jingle that his joke sounded just like.

Draco stood back up from his knees to kiss Harry deeply. Harry finally controlled his laughter enough to kiss him back. Draco shook his head, not fully understanding why Harry was still laughing, but was happy that he could make him laugh nonetheless. It felt way better than making him angry.

"Now, what about me?" Draco asked, trying to pout.

Harry smiled. "Oh yeah, I have to do something about this, don't I?" He found the bulge in Draco's pants and gently clenched it.

"You're bloody well right."

Harry grabbed onto Draco's shoulders and pushed him up against the wall this time. With as much patience as he could, Harry kissed his way slowly down Draco's neck to his chest, kissing each caramel colored nipple for a while before descending himself to his main goal. Draco was squirming and growling in frustration from the teasing. Harry was enjoying the little grunts and noises that he was getting Draco to do.

"You're too eager, love. Just relax."

"Potter, if you don't start doing what you're supposed to be doing. . ."

"Careful with those threats, Malfoy. I could just leave you hanging. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"

Draco growled low in his throat. "Damn it! I'm supposed to be the dominant one here! And when I say do it, I mean DO IT! Right now!"

"Yes, Master." Harry mocked.

"That's better, pet."

Harry couldn't help running his fingernails through Draco's curly blond hairs on the pubic mound as he marveled at Draco's manhood. He lapped at the small droplet at the tip, rolled the salty taste around in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it.

Draco gasped, throwing his head back against the wall with a small thud. He had his fingers splayed across the wall behind him, clenching and unclenching them as Harry slowly began to take him further and further. Draco grit his teeth as he brought his hands to the back of Harry's head to urge him onward.

The spark of magic came back, bringing Draco on the verge of climax. Harry dug his fingers into Draco's back before lowering them down to his arse. Harry kneaded those tight buns until he felt Draco's completion.

When Draco finally got his breath back, he said, "This is the best detention I've ever had."

Harry agreed by pressing his lips to Draco's.


Unknown to both boys, someone had snuck into Draco's dorm room while they where in detention. Finding the second, unsent rose in Draco's drawer, the hand brought it up to the owner's face.

Pansy inhaled the fragrance of the white rose slowly before she began to pick the petals off of it, one by one.

"He loves Potter, he hates Potter. . . he loves Potter. . . he hates Potter. . ." each white, pearly petal fell onto Draco's desk as she continued with the childish action. "He loves Potter. . . he hates Potter. . . He. . ." Pansy got to the last petal, "He loves Potter. . ."

In a fit of rage, she threw the rest of the rose across the room. "He does NOT!" She went into Draco's dresser and pulled out all of his hand written poems and started to rip them into pieces. "He does not! He does not! He does NOT!"

Finally calming herself down, Pansy reached for a clean piece of parchment and Draco's quill and started to write.

"Dear Mr. Malfoy. . ."

End

Yes, that's the end of Protégé. But there will be a sequel. I just can't continue to call it Protégé after this. Well, in a way I guess I could, but Draco is no longer protecting Harry. It is possible that it will become the other way around. That's why I say that I could still call it Protégé, but I have a lot of other things in mind, so the title really won't fit. So, until then, fans, look out for my sequel.

And yes, I will be redoing the sequel to this. It is called Move Heaven and Earth. Some chapters will probably be re-written to be more canon and more post-OOTP.