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  •    it all started when they were given a small assignment in potions, and it was harry who made the first move whilst snape droned on and on about things he could care less about.

 

  •    the first note had been short and simple in a piece of paper that had clearly been ripped off a parchment.

 

  •    “when we meet tonite?”

 

  •    and obviously draco scribbled an answer back almost immediately.

 

  •    “honestly, potter, did someone ever teach you proper grammar?”

 

  •    “you write like a girl. all flowery and loopy.”

 

  •    “it’s called having good handwriting, you git.”

 

  •    eventually, this escalated into something that naturally became part of their daily routine.

 

  •    they’d purposefully sit next to each other in class, which always got the both of them odd looks from their classmates.

 

  •    like what?? harry potter and draco malfoy, sitting together?? do you think they’re friends now or something??

 

  •    obviously it was hermione who first approached harry about it.

 

  •    “why do you keep sitting next to him? i see those notes you pass to each other in class.”

 

  •    harry blushed. “that’s nothing, ‘mione. just banter.”

 

  •    “banter.”

 

  •    “yes, banter.”

 

  •    hermione simply raised an eyebrow at him and left him be.

 

  •    sometimes, passing notes in class with draco was the only motivation harry had to go to potions. their conversations could go from:

 

  •    “did you know there are precisely thirty-three cracks in the ceiling and ten of them are perpendicular angles?”

 

  •    “what now?”

 

  •    “that is how bored i am, potter. do entertain me.”

 

  •    to this:

 

  •    “i bet my dick is bigger than yours, malfoy.”

 

  •    “oh, and you would know that, of all people.”

 

  •    “i would. haven’t you seen me watching you every time you shower in the quidditch locker rooms? how every time you come out and your perfect hair is dripping wet, you flush a pretty little pink if someone so much as glanced your way? you like it, don’t you?”

 

  •    this usually resorted to touching one another in class not-so-subtly.

 

  •    harry was pleased to find that draco was more vocal than him when it came to even just the softest feather-light touches; his whimpers, moans, or the way he’d try to put on his malfoy mask but end up just breaking then and there—it was beautiful.

 

  • one of draco’s favourite times he and harry shagged though was in charms, where the slytherins had to take their classes with the ravenclaws instead of the gryffindors.

 

  • naturally, this irritated draco to no end. except, of course, when harry decided to quietly swoop in under his table with his invisibility cloak on, his face between his legs. 

 

  • “don’t you have any finesse, potter?”

 

  • “trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”

 

  • and oh, draco did. he was almost caught a few times because whenever harry would swallow him whole and tease his slit with that damning tongue, draco would self-consciously slam his hands on the table and come harder than before.

 

  • obviously enough, this earned odd glances from his friends and five points from slytherin for disrupting the class.

 

  • draco wasn’t sure, but he swore he heard harry whisper under the table, “i told you to keep quiet.”

 

  • blaise only glanced his way, wondering why the blond was blushing madly like a fine maiden.

 

  • now harry used this to his advantage.

 

  • instead of bickering and whatnot in class, he passed on notes with dirty messages in them to draco.

 

  • and being one not to back down, draco sent ones as equally as dirty immediately.

 

  • “you liked that, didn’t you? me between your legs, licking your cock in class and fondling your balls. you were whimpering and moaning my name, weren’t you?”

 

  • “if anything potter, i’d say you were enjoying yourself more than i was. got a bit of a kink now, have we?”

 

  • “in all honesty, malfoy, i’m the one wearing the pants in this relatio—”

 

  • “MR. POTTER, MR. MALFOY!” 

 

  • both of them jumped, and harry accidentally snapped the quill he was using. they both went red in embarrassment for being called out in class at the same time and by snape, of all people.

 

  • despite the stares from the gryffindors and slytherins, draco stubbornly crossed his arms and glared at his godfather.

 

  • snape didn’t budge, keeping his eyes fixated on harry. “mind sharing what you and mr. malfoy are discussing in class that seems to be more important than my lectures, mr. potter?”

 

  • harry remained defiant, and draco hid his face in his hands. “no thanks.”

 

  • snape flicked him an eyebrow, right before waving a hand and wandlessly summoning the piece of parchment they’ve been using to pass to one another.

 

  • before either of them could stop it, snape was already reading while the rest of the class eagerly leaned forward in anticipation.

 

  • “do you know how many times i looked at you and remembered last night, all sweating and moaning beneath my—” snape read, turning an angry shade of red as the class burst in laughter.

 

  • harry and draco looked mortified, ignoring the looks they received from their friends which was a fine mixture of shock, horror, and amusement.

 

  • “detention tonight, mr. potter and mr. malfoy,” snape drawled, his skin taking in a sickly green tinge, “for participating in lewd activities in my class!”

 

  • if anything, the class just roared louder.

 

  • and let’s just say that’s when they knew of the two school rivals’ love affair, and when harry and draco definitely put their detention time to good use.