Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 19

Harry walked into the booth with a gloomy look on his face. Draco stood with half of his body shielded by a high-backed armchair, as though he expected an attack. Harry took one resentful look at him before slinging his bag into the corner and slumping down into the opposite chair. Draco waited, but when Harry didn't speak he took a step out from behind the chair. Harry's eyes instantly snapped to him.

"Stay away from me," Harry told him in a low voice.

Draco stopped, one hand still trailing along the back of the chair. He had expected this scene to play out much differently.

"Well, that will make the lesson difficult," he quipped.

"Bugger the lesson," said Harry.

"Actually, the lesson is buggering. Literally."

"I know what it is!" Harry exploded. "I'm not doing it!"

"But you'll fail the course," said Draco, because he couldn't think of anything better to say.

"I don't care," Harry told him.

Harry pushed himself out of his chair and began to pace the length of the rug in front of the sitting area. His movements were jerky with suppressed anger and he refused to look at Draco.

Draco remembered his prediction for tonight of Harry being furious and forceful. He had been dreading it because it would bring out the submissive side of himself that he hated so much. Now, faced with the reality of a righteously angry but totally in control Potter, he found himself embarrassingly disappointed.

And so Draco did what he did best; he provoked Potter.

"You know, earlier I was thinking about something you said to me once," he began casually, walking around to perch on the arm of the chair. "I don't know why it came to me, such an odd thing to remember, but I'm glad I did because it allows me to see straight through this doxy shit act you're putting on right now."

Harry immediately stopped pacing, his shoulders going stiff as he turned his head to glare at Draco over his shoulder.

"Malfoy," his voice held a warning.

"You said that Dumbledore may have tricked you into this whole thing, but you said that I made you want it. Want me. Do you remember?"

Harry was facing him with a thunderously furious expression. Draco grinned, knowing that the hook had been set and now all he had to do was pull.

"So don't pretend that insulting your friends has suddenly put you off fucking me, Potter. Because I know, as righteous as you try to appear, that you still want to."

Harry snarled, and Draco felt a shiver of premonition as he anticipated Harry charging at him and throwing him to the floor in a scratching, biting and thoroughly satisfying rutting frenzy.

Instead, Harry turned on his heel and stalked out of the booth.

Or at least, he tried to. It certainly appeared so long enough for Draco's jaw to drop and a sound of disbelief to leave his mouth before Harry was brought up short by whatever spell Mason had put up to prevent students from leaving before they'd completed the assignment. Harry bounced off of an invisible wall a foot from the exit, and Draco couldn't help the snigger that escaped him at the look on his face.

Harry turned his head just enough to glare at him. Draco allowed the smirk to remain on his lips, just to be infuriating.

"Come on, Potter. You know we have to, whether we want to or not," he told him.

"In your case, Malfoy, I'm beginning to suspect that you do," Harry fired back.

Draco rolled his eyes. "What? Want to shag you? Of course. We've already been over that."