Entry tags:

hp/dm, hpfol

FIC: Harry Potter and the Facts of Life ch 2
Title: Harry Potter and the Facts of Life
Author: roedhunt
Pairing(s): HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A humorous take on Harry Potter learning about his body through the years. Things start really heating up when Draco Malfoy enters in as the wicked teacher.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, blah blah blah.





Chapter Two


“Harry. Now that the Christmas break is here, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, Ron. Can’t think of a thing.”

“Why don’t I get the chessboard, and we can play down in the Great Hall?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll head on down, while you go back and get it.”

“All right, Harry. Won’t be but a minute. Got to find it though. I think George and Fred hid it from me before they went back home.”

Harry laughed softly, “All right. But hurry up. I’m feeling lucky.”

“Yeah, right. You say that every time.”

Harry gave Ron a half-smile then turned to head for the Hall. It was a nice quiet walk, especially since most students had gone home already. Ron didn’t want to go home since Penelope Clearwater was invited. Ron couldn’t bear to see Percy and her snog every chance they got. But Fred and George WANTED to go home. It’d be the perfect opportunity for them to try out some new gags. Harry turned a corner smiling while thinking about it, and there, in front of him, stood Cho Chang. Harry froze in his tracks.

“Hi, Harry. Staying here?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am. It’s… uh, quiet here and I can... well, be alone,” Harry stammered.

“Oh. But isn't Ron Weasley here too?”

“Uh. Yeah, yeah, he’s here. So I guess I won’t be too alone,” he chuckled nervously.

“Well, that’s good. It would be a shame if you were here all alone for Christmas.” Harry could only nod. “Oh, and I wanted to apologize about the dance last year.”

“Oh, that’s all right. Really. I understand,” he lied.

“Well, I feel bad anyway. And since its Christmas, I want to give you something to make up for it.”

“Oh, there’s no need really. I….”

Before Harry could utter another word, Cho grabbed his arm, and led him into a dark, empty corridor. Cho moved in close to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a tight hug. Harry was in shock, but managed to put his shaking arms around her tiny waist. She nuzzled her face into Harry’s neck and he softly gasped. Tingles shot up and down his body. They were so close that Harry could feel her heartbeat, as well as her chest. Harry blushed and, he suddenly realized, she could probably feel his growing excitement. She pulled back slightly, looked Harry in the eyes, and softly kissed him.

“Happy Christmas, Harry,” she whispered.

“Uh, uh… Happy Christmas to you too, Cho.”

She smiled, turned around, and left Harry standing there. Dumbstruck and very aroused.

‘She kissed me. She KISSED me. She actually kissed ME!’

Harry couldn’t contain himself. He flushed, giggled, then put his hand over his mouth to stifle his joy. He looked down as he was leaving the corridor, and then... WHAM! He walked right into Draco Malfoy. Draco and Harry both stumbled backwards, trying not to fall.

“POTTER YOU STUPID GIT! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, Malfoy!”

“You’re the one that wasn't looking, idiot! Not me! I think you did that on purpose!”

“I did NOT!”

“That’s enough, Potter. Time we settled this once and for all!”

“Fine by me!”

“Move!” Draco spat, pointing down a dark corridor.

They both stomped ahead until they reached an empty classroom. Harry, being the last one to enter, closed the door. He didn’t see the fist coming, but he felt it when it hit his eye. His glasses went askew, but incredibly, they didn't break. Harry immediately reached his hand up over his eye.

“Damn it, Malfoy!”

Draco stood there panting with his fists clenched. No sooner than Harry had removed his hand when BAM! Another hit, this one to his stomach. Harry doubled over gasping. He could feel Draco was coming in for another attack. He stood up, grabbed Draco by his shirt, turned him around, and slammed him straight against the wall. Harry clearly heard the thud as Draco's head connected with the stone, but the other boy only hissed. They both were now face to face, feeling each other’s rasping breath. Draco moved his right leg behind Harry's left one, and twisted him around, down to the ground. Draco was immediately on top of him, holding him down by his wrists.

“GET OFF ME, MALFOY!”

Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at Harry.

“I said get OFF!”

Harry tried struggling but it was no use. Draco had him trapped. They growled at each other, but neither one moved. Twin pairs of angry eyes watched each other carefully, anticipating the next attack. Draco leaned his body down closer to Harry, so their faces were only inches apart.

Panting, Draco sneered, “Don’t you ever come near me again!”

“Like I’d want to, Malfoy!” Harry spat. “Next time, are you going to set your goons on me?” he snarled through clenched teeth.

“No. I can take care of you by myself!”

“Then why don’t you just finish it? Too afraid?”

“Afraid? Who’s the one pinned down, Potter?” he mocked.

“And I know you’re just loving this, aren’t you, Mal-foy?”

“Indeed I am. Especially looking at the fear on your face. I won and you know it.”

“You didn’t win anything! I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

“Humph. You're not worth getting expelled over,” Draco said with derision.

“Now who’s afraid, Malfoy?”

Draco moved in closer, “I’m never afraid.”

“Then get off me so we can fight fair and square, coward!”

“Fair? You must be joking! What’s fair in a fight, tosser?

Harry became infuriated and his body shook with rage. Draco was too close to Harry. He wanted Draco off of him. NOW! But he couldn’t think of a way to get out of Draco's firm grasp. Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened and he jumped off Harry.

“JESUS CHRIST POTTER! What are you, a fucking POOF?”

Harry rose to his elbows, and his face scrunched up in confusion. “OF COURSE I’M NOT!”

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck is that?” Draco pointed down to Harry's crotch.

Harry looked down, and his rage turned into embarrassment. “What the hell?” Harry whispered.

“Get away from me! Get the fuck away from me!” Draco yelled, as he backed away.

Harry's embarrassment quickly turned into panic. “Wait, Malfoy! WAIT! I can explain!”

“Explain what? That you’re a Nancy Boy?”

“I AM NOT!”

“So then what’s to explain?”

“Shut UP Malfoy! And stop yelling! Do you want everybody to hear?”

Silence. Draco paused and started laughing wickedly. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do want everybody to hear! Oh, this is going to be priceless! Now I really have won!” Draco sniggered, and turned around to leave.

“Damn it, Malfoy, STOP!” Harry yelled. “Please.”

Draco stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around and arched one eyebrow. “Are you begging, Potter?”

Harry almost yelled out ‘NO!’ but refrained himself. He closed his eyes and contemplated. He sighed and softly said, “Yes, I am.”

“Well, well, well. The famous Harry Potter is begging? This just keeps getting better and better.”

Harry shot open his eyes and murmured, “What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Who said I wanted anything?” he retorted.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT, MALFOY?” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs.

Draco put the side of his hand up to his chin rubbing it. “Hmmm. What do I want? What. Do. I. Want?” Harry groaned impatiently. “So, you’re admitting it?”

“No, I’m not admitting it!” Harry exclaimed.

“Testy, testy, Potter. One would think that you are by the way you’re reacting.” Harry glowered. “So, are you saying anything I want?”

Harry's eyes flared. “No, I didn’t say -” Draco raised his eyebrow again and Harry sighed, “Fine. Whatever you want.”

‘Oh this is going to be interesting…’

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Draco Malfoy was still thinking. “Hmm. You better sit down, Potter. This might take awhile.”

Harry Potter mumbled underneath his breath while he sat down on the nearest chair. He watched Draco carefully, as he rolled his eyes about the room. Draco started to pace, making Harry very nervous. Harry knew the outcome would be atrocious, but he had no other choice. If anyone found out, Harry knew they would believe it, no matter how much he denied it. Even his two closest friends would have a doubt, even though they wouldn't admit it. Harry knew he was trapped and in the hands of his archenemy. And Draco knew it too.

Finally after an agonizing silence, Draco sat down across from him.

“Well, I’ve decided.”

Harry pursed his lips together waiting for the blast.

“Any idea what it is?”

Harry gritted his teeth and firmly shook his head.

“Hmm. Well, first I want you to….”

“FIRST?” Harry exclaimed.

Draco sighed. “Have it your way then.” And he got up to leave.

“Wait. Wait.” Harry closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. “All right. Go on.”

Draco was elated. He chuckled silently as he sat back down as he weighed his words carefully.

“Now first of all…” Draco shot Harry a look.

Harry rolled his eyes and nodded.

“You are to write my report for the Transfiguration project.”

Harry's mouth shot open.

“Problem with that, Potter?”

Harry closed his mouth, pursed his lips, and shook his head. Harry knew it would take weeks.

“Good. And, of course, it has to be different from yours.”

‘No kidding, Malfoy,’ he thought bitterly.

“Second…”

Harry held his breath again.

“I want you to answer a few questions. And… they’d better be the truth.”

“What kind of questions?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Harry did not like where this was going. Maybe he could still back out. After all, how many people would really believe Malfoy, knowing that he couldn’t stand Harry? Humph. Probably everyone.

“Oh, simple ones, I promise.”

“How many?”

“As many as I want.”

Harry gritted his teeth. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with,” Harry snarled.

“Now wait a minute, Potter. Don’t rush me. I might think of more later.”

“WHA--?”

“Another problem, Potter?”

Harry closed his mouth and slowly shook his head angrily.

“All right. Let’s begin then.” Draco smiled. He paused to watch Harry squirm and he could barely contain himself.

“First question.”

Again Harry held his breath.

“Ever kiss a girl?”

“WHAT?”

“I’m not going to repeat every question, Potter. Now answer it.”

“Yes,” he huffed.

“Using your tongue?”

Harry was shocked. “NO!”

“Never did that, eh?”

Harry kept quiet. He didn’t want to show Malfoy that he was that inexperienced.

Draco sniggered, “Every touch a girl’s breast?”

Too late.

Harry’s eyes grew wide and a nice blush fell across his cheeks.

“Hmm. I take that as a ‘no’ as well.” Malfoy paused. “Ever seen a girl naked?”

“YES.”

“In person?”

“No,” Harry whispered.

Draco smirked nodding his head. “Ever touch a girl anywhere?”

Harry thought about that one then smiled.

“And her hands don’t count.”

Damn. Harry frowned and reluctantly shook his head.

‘Oh, this IS getting better and better.’

“How often do you wank?”

Harry's eyes opened wide, along with his mouth.

“No need to be embarrassed, Potter. We should be past that,” he mocked.

“Where is this going, Malfoy?” Harry replied, gritting his teeth.

“Ah, ah, ah. I ask the questions here. Now, answer the question.”

Harry growled, “Three or four. Sometimes five,” he answered in a low soft voice.

“A week? Oh, you're lying, Potter.”

“A day,” Harry snapped and then realised what he had said and blushed.

Draco snorted, “Thought so.”

Harry clenched his fists in his lap.

“What do you think of?”

“When?” he spat.

Draco gave Harry a half smile and tilted his head as if to say the question was obvious.

“Oh. Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what I feel like thinking about.”

“All right. Do you think about girls?”

“Of course!”

“Boys?”

“NO!”

Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I said NO!” Harry huffed. “Next question.”

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Think about boys while wanking?”

“What-? NO!”

“Actually that’s not a question, Potter. That’s a request.”

“WHAT? Are you insane?”

“I must be. I’m listening to your pathetic sex life.”

“I don’t have one!”

“Obviously.”

Harry shook with rage.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to do it? Or does this deal end now?”

Harry tried not to bite his tongue. “Fine,” he uttered softly.

“I’m sorry, Potter, I didn’t catch that.”

“I said FINE!”

Draco laughed.

‘Oh yes. This is going to be really good!’

“Excellent. Meet me back here at nine.”

Harry gasped. “Tonight?”

“Of course tonight.”

“But-but-but…. that’s tonight!”

“Very good, Potter.”

“But how can I… I can’t… by tonight…”

“Please, Potter. You already said four to five times.” He stopped and smiled mischievously. “Unless you lied,” he taunted.

Harry sighed in defeat. “Fine,” he snarled.

“See you then.” And Draco winked before leaving the room.

Harry put his face down to his knees, covered his head with his arms, and groaned. Suddenly, he shot up, ran to the nearest bathroom, and retched.


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