Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 16

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Before beginning please thank the author VelvetBlood for the story this is NOT MINE. And all credit goes to them. I saw some parts from 15-20 were missing so I posted 15-20 I do hope they do not mind.

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October came and went, and with it any illusion of warmth or sunshine. The weather turned blisteringly cold and windy, and Harry discovered the private pleasure of Draco wearing a scarf. Something he'd seen before, but he didn't remember ever before having the urge to bury his nose into the loosely-coiled fabric that would smell like him, and press his mouth to the warm skin underneath.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Sex Magic lessons remained much like the one with the stone. Control and transfiguration were the primary focus, with occasional branches into spell amplification. Harry and Draco had more successes than failures, but their results were as varied as the other students' in their intensity and completeness. Professor Mason assured everyone that each set of partners would find weaknesses and strengths within their shared magics, and that the lessons were designed to uncover them.

One lesson in particular had pairs of partners attempting to levitate themselves off of the ground by focusing on their breathing. Harry had silently amused himself with the memory of fairy dust and happy thoughts. The sound of Draco's breathing had been a steady, comforting presence in his mind, much louder than it should have been. He vividly recalled the sensation of dizziness and swirling open air beneath his folded legs as he gripped Draco's hands tighter.

One thing was clear from these lessons: they worked. The two of them were doing magic beyond what they could do alone.

Harry's mind whirled with possibilities of amplified protection charms for the upcoming war, and Draco came to class wearing a smug grin every time the death of a Muggle family was reported in the Prophet. It made Harry scowl and look away every time.

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Another sleepless night, another night of Harry showing up at the Room of Requirement for a few hours of fruitless waiting. It had taken him three nights to realize that the reason he came here was hope that on the off chance Draco might show up. The last few weeks in Sex Magic had been interesting, sure. Enlightening, certainly. But in the mind of every teenage male enrolled in the class, it'd also been a complete buzzkill in the physical intimacy department.

Also, there was the matter of telling Draco about the manipulation of the Headmaster and Professors Mason and McGonagall. He needed to get Draco alone to do it, and Sex Magic was the only time they'd ever been able to have privacy together. Of course, Harry could always owl him, set up a meeting somewhere, but he preferred to believe that he'd confess once Sex Magic lessons got back around to being held in their booths. After all, that involved telling Draco later rather than sooner, which was much more appealing.

He wondered why Draco hadn't been driven here, as well. The other boy had been acting strangely lately. He hadn't been this open about his prejudice for Muggleborns since fourth year. It was becoming distressing. Harry found himself torn between punching him in the mouth and kissing him until he recanted his evil, Muggle-hating ways and begged for forgiveness. And that was truly distressing.

A sound outside of the booth alerted him to another person entering the room, and Harry immediately leapt to his feet. Drawing the flap at the front of the booth back, Harry stepped out into the dark and quiet of the room beyond, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

Draco stepped out of the shadows, smiling back at him.

"Draco," Harry said, his voice soft and almost tender.