"You're sick," Draco shouted, "You're sick, you're disgusting, you're perverted-"

"I didn't do this for my own pleasures, that would be vile and illegal. For your information, I do have a wife-"

"How'd you manage that," Harry asked. Draco couldn't keep from giving a nasty laugh and Pumblechook gave him a deathly glare.

"Right, another snarky comment, another joke, just like you two think my class it, but this is so much more than a little game. Have you two ever wondered why I'm here, and not in a courtroom?"

They both sat there with looks of disgust on their faces, but neither had really thought about that, so they sat there in silence.

"Mr. Malfoy, your case was going to determine whether or not I was fired or promoted, and when an eighteen year old boy comes and ruins my opportunity to be Head Lawyer, I must say I might be a little angry," he stared at them solemnly, "So, since I had lost my job, due to you two insolent little brats, I decided to research further, and looked into a job in which I could examine your behaviors." He started pacing. "You two hated each other. I was baffled. How is it that one minute, I hear you two despise each other during school, then Mr. Potter is defending you at a trial determining your fate, and then turn around two weeks later and absolutely hates you?

"I thought it was just a good deed on Mr. Potter's part, but upon your attitude changing and lack of attendance recently, I realized what was going on and sent someone to... do more research."

"Who," Harry's voice was a knife ready to strike.

"That remains conclusive," the professor smirked. "The point is you two ruined a career I had spent decades building for myself. I was top of the line! I was the best there was."

"There mustn't be that many good lawyers if an 18 year old can take down the best one," Draco balled his hand into a fist.

"Draco, stop," Harry said quieter, grabbing his hand and pulling him to sit next to him. They laced their hands together under the desk and Harry could feel Draco's heartbeat though his pulse; his fingers went numb due to the strength. He knew he was keeping Draco from shaking.

"The hell are you talking about, Harry? This man is disgusting, he's a psychopath."

"I know what he is, but I want to hear what he has to say," he looked Draco deep in the eyes, pulling him closer. "Trust me," he whispered.

The anger in his eyes relaxed a bit, just a bit, and Draco finally said, "Okay, I trust you."

"Ahh, young love... isn't it sick," the cruel man almost laughed.

"What do you want from us," Harry asked, trying to keep his voice low.

"I want you to be aware. I want you two to stop disrespecting me- especially Mr. Malfoy here, or else these," he grabbed the photos and Harry and Draco mentally scolded themselves for not taking them, "will be sent to Rita Skeeter."

"They won't be," Harry assured.

"And," Pumblechook continued, "From you Mr. Potter, I want a letter of recommendation to be signed back onto Wigeamont, saying what a fantastic lawyer I am, and that the charge was a fluke."

"I'll write the letter. But I am not, by any means, saying anything about the case," Harry said after a bit of thought. He knew if he even so mentioned Draco and the end result wrong, they would call the jury back, a new trial, and Harry wouldn't be so fortunate to have Draco even sitting next to him.

"You're just giving up like that," Draco warned, turning wild eyed to the Gryffindor.

"Listen I think we should do what he says," Harry pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

"And just bow down to him? Harry, we should go to McGonagall about this."

"Sshhh. Listen we will talk later about it, okay? Just trust me. He wants us to go so that he can further deny it and we will look like fools. She'll think we've gone mad."

"Well so will every other wizard in the Wizarding World when the Prophet gets a load of this one."

"Yeah but a different kind of mad," Harry looked at the side of his face, still whispering.

"I would appreciate it if you two would stop your little pow-wow and get to your stations, unless of course you would like to attend here next week as well."

"Later, okay," Harry ignored Pumblechook, but got up anyway.

"Wait!" Draco pulled back his hand and pulled Harry back to him. He turned to the Pumblechook with a sneer on his face. "Since we have nothing to hide, I have no shame in doing this." He turned back to Harry and grabbed his cheeks, smashing their lips together and moaning loudly. When they released they looked each other dead in the eye. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He responded, a look of longing in his eyes. Then, Harry walked to the door and before his hand touched the handle, he was called back in.

"Mr. Potter, your wand." Harry growled and rolled his eyes before turning back and walking across the room again. He slapped his wand in Pumblechook's outstretched hand, looking him dead in the eye and squinting a bit. The Gryffindor had to bite his lip, which was still tingling from Draco's touch, to keep from saying a nasty comment. He stormed out of there, slamming the door behind him, only after Draco followed eyes with Harry.

Draco gazed at the handle for a bit after he left, already missing him. "Can't we just catch a break?" He said it more to himself.

"Pardon," Pumblechook questioned, wondering whether or not he was trying to be disrespectful.

"I said," Draco chewed, hate flooding over him as he turned back to the man, "why is it that we can never catch a break. Why is it there are always monsters like you in the way, constantly? I just want to be with him and everything in the world is trying to stop it."

"Maybe that's a sign that you shouldn't be together in the first place."

Draco opened his mouth to defend himself but he realized he didn't have to prove himself to the man and kept his trap shut, only asking what he was to do.

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Draco had done lines for hours on end. He went through 2 quills and 5 bottles of ink within the time being, just wanting Harry to come back. How long does it really take to clean a trophy room?

Pumblechook sat at his desk grading papers. The room was dead quiet and Draco felt fatigue and drowsiness overcome him. Draco's blood only flowed when he got up to turn in more parchment stating, "I must respect my superiors." As a joke to himself, on one line in the middle of the endless rows he wrote "I must try to respect arrogant bozos." He knew it would go unnoticed.

But it went noticed to Draco's ignorance, and Pumblechook knew how to get under the slytherin's skin. The next time he turned in a page of lines, the professor stared ever so rudely at his arm.

"Pity your have the mark. Does Potter hold it against you?"

Draco bit the inside of his cheek and subconsciously pulled down his sleeve. "He doesn't mind it."

"Really? It doesn't bother him you're a murderer? You should be in askaban right now along with your filthy death eater father." Draco slammed his hand against Pumblechook's desk. If he had his wand he would hex him into the next century, but unfortunately it was located in a cherry-wooded drawer next to Pumblechook's left knee. The professor raised an eyebrow with a glint of humor in his eyes.

"I shouldn't be in askaban, the result was justice." Draco's tone raised but he tried to keep it down. Sitting back at his desk as he began another sheet, just begging for Harry to hurry up. "Don't blame me, because you are too unapt at your own job that you can't even take down two eighteen year old boys in face of a murderous trial. And for your information, no, it doesn't bother him, because I am not a murderer."

He wanted to punch his face in. He wanted to scream at him, he wanted to maim him. Draco just thought of Harry though. If he was here, he would ask him to calm down he would hold his hand. Pumblechook decided he wasn't going to stop there and brought up another dialogue a few silent minutes later.

"I'm just surprised he really loves you, of course, if he surely does."

"Oh he undoubtedly loves me, I guarantee you," he snapped, keeping his voice low."

"But he could do so much better."

Draco's nostrils flared and he couldn't even think of something to say, so he did the only logical thing he could think of while fuming. He turned and stomped at the door, wanting to make a break for it, but once he touched the handle he realized it was locked from the inside. Struggling, he kept tugging on it, only giving up after he slammed his hand against the wood.

He turned back to the teacher and gave him a deathly glare. "Never talk about my personal life!" He marched back to his desk looking anywhere but at the professor. "And never talk about Harry!"

"Why aren't you defending yourself," the man said, smirking behind his moustache and putting down his quill, "or is it that you believe that, too?"

Draco bit his tongue to keep from talking, but knowing that he would end up saying things that would cause further trouble wasn't the only reason he kept his mouth shut. He knew a small piece in his heart that the man was completely, 100%, without a doubt correct.

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Harry showed up what seemed like days later. He was so sweaty his shirt was a completely different color, and he smelled rancid. His hair was soaked and his glasses were falling off of his nose because of the droplets pooled on it. The boy's face was red and flushed and he walked like he was ripping each and every single muscle in his body. Draco was half asleep, well, 15/16ths asleep when he came in as the shipwreck he was.

Draco immediately got up and rushed to him. "What happened to you?"

"I cleaned the trophy room," he bit at Pumblechook. He grabbed his and Draco's wand and they both left with dirty glares and headed down the endless spiral staircase.

"What took you so long?"

"He charmed the room so when I touched the door handle, it would reset and it gained twice as much dirt as it had the last time," he said walking down the stairs slowly. "I cleaned it, by hand, hunched over, probably 15 times. Do you know how many trophies are in there?"

"How many," Draco finally took an arm and wrapped it around his waist so Harry had support. He himself was so tired, he only guessed it was around midnight, possibly later.

"Too many," Harry mumbled.

"Do you want to go to the Room of Requirement," Draco yawned pulling him closer, "We could sleep.

"Not tonight. It would be too much of a tease," Harry yawned back, "Maybe tomorrow if detention isn't so late... and tiring. How was yours?"

"Horrible. I wanted to punch his face in," Draco woke up a little bit more due to the anger surfacing.

"What'd he do?"

Draco debated on telling him but decided against it. "He was just being an arse."

"At least we don't have class with him tomorrow," Harry looked up to him with exhausted eyes and a sleep-drunken smile.

"Always so positive," Draco smiled and ran his fingers through Harry's greasy hair. "Ew, that's disgusting. You need a shower."

"So do you, you smell funny," Harry teased, burying his head in Draco's armpit. That tickled Draco, and I think we all know how Draco feels about being tickled, so, although trying to hide the sensation from Harry, he picked him up, piggy backing him. Harry lolled his head against Draco's neck, kissing it before nudging into it again and closing his eyes.

"You know, we are going to have to stop doing stuff like this," Draco brought up.

"Stuff like what," Harry raised his head and kissed his earlobe, sucking it. Draco felt a wave of pleasure go through him and a small, almost undetectable moan surfaced.

"Stuff like that."

"Rats," Harry stroked Draco's luscious locks. Draco smiled to himself.

His sweat cooled as they made their way to the 8th year common room and Draco let Harry down at the door. They both entered. Harry immediately stumbled down on he couch, eyeing Draco up and down.

"Are you checking me out," Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded his head before speaking in such a tired voice; he didn't know whether or not he was awake. "I'm thinking about what it would be like if you came over here and laid on top of me." Draco wore a small grin. "And I'm imagining you naked." The blonde rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Are you going to stand there all day or come here and cuddle with me?"

"Fine." Draco traveled to the couch and splayed himself on top of him, Harry pulling him closer.

"What did he have you do?"

"Lines. 'I must respect my superiors, I must respect my superiors,' blah blah blah. If you would have hurried up, I wouldn't of had to write it twenty thousand times. I feel like my hand is going to fall off."

"I'm sorry! It's not my fault." Harry took Draco's hand and massaged it, kissing it.

"How did you get out of there?"

"Wandless magic when I figured everything out. What time do you reckon it is?"

Draco didn't get to answer for someone cut him off when he tried to guess.

"Harry! There you are mate," Ron held, already in his school uniforms.

"Why are you up so late? Shouldn't you be asleep," Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I'm actually late for breakfast, I was supposed to be down there 5 minutes ago. Almost everyone's gone. Hermione is going to kill me."

"Breakfast," Draco questioned as he sat up off of Harry, and he sat as well.

"Ron, what time is it?"

"7:20! Where have you two been?"

"Detention," Harry's adrenaline pumped as he got up off the couch. "We're going to be late! Thanks Ron! Don't wait up for me."

Harry ran to his room and Draco followed, and they both started stripping their layers. "What are you still doing here?"

"Saving time," Draco rushed as he threw off his undershirt.

"Does that mean you're going to distract me half the time," Harry asked, unzipping his trousers.

"Do you want me to," Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Well obviously," Harry said, looking at him dead in the eye.

"Alright then," Draco nodded, taking off the rest of his clothing then throwing himself on Harry and kissing him while pushing him back into the tiled cubical. He turned on the shower and it doused them in water while he pushed his tongue in Harry's mouth. Harry audibly moaned as Draco grabbed his arse cheeks. The Gryffindor wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and leaned his head to deepen the kiss. When they finally cried for air, Harry made his way to Draco's neck.

"I guess this is making up for missing last night," Harry said as he moved up to Draco's mouth again.

"Maybe... like a quarter of it."

"Have I ever told you that you are so demanding?"

"You may or may not have mentioned it," Draco looked into Harry's eyes before kissing him again sweetly, his heart fluttering.

"How am I ever going to keep up with you?"

"I don't know," Draco smiled. He really didn't. And the thoughts he'd been thinking since their first real date surfaced. What if Harry finally came to his senses? When Harry turned around to get shampoo, his smile dropped slightly as he registered what not only Pumblechook had said, but Ron too, and Snape, and everyone else.

Harry reached to put clear gel in Draco's hair but Draco backed away. "What is that?"

"Cucumber, what else would it be?"

"Is that what you use in your hair?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not using that!"

"Why not?"

"Do you even look in the mirror? Harry, your hair is a mess!"

"But you love it," Harry gave a small smile and put it into Draco's hair despite the pout on his face. Harry vigorously scrubbed and then pushed him under the water where Draco took over and cleansed the shampoo out of his hair. Harry took a bar of soap and started washing Draco's chest and shoulders, adoring it.

He went further down to have Draco flinch as he reached his stomach. Draco grabbed Harry's hands by his wrists. "Don't you dare," he warned.

"What?"

"That tingles."

"You mean tickles?"

"Don't say that word," Draco pouted, keeping a serious face, while Harry laughed out loud.

"Will you just come here," Harry said, shifting their weight so he could finish cleaning him. "You know, you are adorable when you pout."

"Am not..."

"Most definitely are too." He pecked his pursed lips. Harry took some of his shampoo and put it on his own hair, beginning to scrub it, but Draco swat his hand away and did it himself- still pouting. "You think we'll make it for breakfast," Harry questioned.

Draco quirked his lips to the side, "No."

"So we will be running on no food, no sleep, and no sex all day." Draco smiled slightly at that, a half-smirk so to speak, before frowning oh so faintly as he massaged Harry's head.

"It will be a challenge, I have to say."

"We could fulfill the third one right now," Harry suggested before leaning his head back into the water.

Draco looked at him longingly, contemplating it, but then said, "We would miss potions."

"That's a sacrifice I would be willing to take," the Gryffindor spat out water.

"Harry, stop it, have some self control," Draco started soaping up his body.

"You're one to talk!"

"Shut it! I could swear you don't even want to have a career."

"I do, but I was already offered into the Auror program. The only reason I'm at Hogwarts is because of you," Harry said. "I hope Kingsley will let me back. I kind of went off on him when I found out he was the one who caught you."

Draco kept quiet. He shut off the water and there was a dripping silence. If it wasn't for him, Harry could have had a job already, or at least training for one.

Harry took a towel and started drying off Draco's legs and worked his way up to his blonde hair. He ruffled his strands and then looked Draco in the eyes, he still had a pout on his lip, but this one was much more solemn though. Harry took the towel and wrapped it around his head, only to leave his nose open to the air where he gently placed a kiss upon it.

Draco got out of the shower while Harry wiped himself down, and Draco spelled the rest of his damp hair dry.

"Now since you followed me in here," Harry raised an eyebrow, "you have nothing to wear." Draco stood in the realization that his uniform was tucked away in a neatly folded cabinet