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Helpful
Chapter Number/Total: 18/42
Chapter Title: Helpful
Words: 2643 Words
There were only a few days left of their stay at Hogwarts, and as N.E.W.T.s grew nearer, Hermione grew more and more frantic. She had actually been conducting herself much more calmly than Harry had expected so far, but that old unnecessary Hermione panic was beginning to settle in. That morning she had snapped at anyone who happened to disturb her reading, and then later in Herbology, she'd nearly knocked Ron to the floor in order to get the best plant.
Harry stood with his own plant, trying to catch one of the wildly waving tentacle-like ... things moving about. They were supposed to be milking them or some such nonsense, but it wasn't exactly easy to do, and he'd been squirted in the face three times already. Neville was the only person in the class who was doing exceptionally well. Even better than Hermione was doing. He hadn't got squirted once and had filled his container nearly to the top.
Draco stood back with his hands on his hips, laughing at the white sap dripping down his husband's face.
Harry stared at Draco with narrowed eyes, knowing what it looked like he had been doing. He cast a Cleaning Charm but found that the stickiness of the liquid seemed to stay put. He huffed. He would have to take a shower after this.
"Argh!" Ron let out as his plant shot some of its goo at him. "I hate these bloody things!"
Draco nearly doubled over with laughter at that.
"Oh, shut it," said Ron, pulling his wand to do a Cleaning Charm on himself. "I hope you get squirted."
"You two just aren't doing it right," Hermione snapped at Harry and Ron, in deep concentration as she bent over her own pot.
Draco rolled his eyes and approached the plant carefully, explicitly following the directions given in the Herbology book, and he managed to milk the tentacles. His hands were sticky when he finished, but he hadn't been squirted. "You just have to have the right touch," he drawled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Harry.
Harry waggled his eyebrows as well. "And you and I both know you've got that," he said.
Ron shook his head at them.
Draco looked past them to the back of the Herbology enclosure and saw Theo staring angrily at the plant in front of him, sap on his shirt. He sighed, shaking his head. Theo had always been good at stuff like this but Draco recognised the other man's mood and knew he was part of the problem.
Harry turned his head and looked behind him to where Draco was looking. He sighed quietly and then turned back to his husband.
Draco smiled sadly at Harry then. "Do you need help?" he asked.
"No, I can do it," Harry answered, and then he looked over to where Valen lay asleep in his playpen, checking on him.
Draco arched an eyebrow and made sure to stay out of squirting range of the tentacles.
Harry snorted at him. "Well, I guess you can help if you're just going to stand there," he said.
Draco eyed him warily, fully expecting he would regret offering. He walked up behind Harry and reached his arms around so that his arms lay against Harry's. He took the man's hand and showed him how to grasp the plant in a way that calmed it rather than excited it.
With Draco's help, Harry finished a lot quicker, and thankfully didn't get squirted again, though he had come close.
Ron on the other hand got squirted two more times before Neville finally came over to help him.
"Harry," Draco whispered in his husband's ear. "I want to help Theo with his."
Harry frowned the smallest bit. He sighed again, but it was more letting out a long, quiet breath. "Okay," he said with a nod, tilting his head to the side and back a bit to kiss Draco.
Draco kissed his husband and then stepped back, making his way to the end of the structure where Theo had apparently given up and was just staring off in space.
Draco stood beside him for a moment. "Having trouble with it?" he asked casually.
Theo glanced sideways at him, frowning. "Do you actually care?" he sneered.
"Actually, yes," Draco answered calmly, and that got him a suspicious look. "I know you are good at this stuff, so what's the problem?"
Theo stared at him for a moment, seeming perplexed as to how to answer the blond. "I don't know," he answered sullenly.
"Maybe you are a bit frustrated with other things and the plant needs a gentle touch?" Draco suggested.
Theo grimaced. "Never had any complaints before," he whispered.
Draco smiled a bit. "No, none that I remember," he said.
Theo looked up again at him, startled then. "I didn't know about the potion," he said.
"I know you didn't," Draco said. "It's not your style."
Theo smiled sadly. "Not that I would turn you down if you really wanted.... "
Draco smirked. "Yeah, always did well together," he said. "Not where I am now." After a second he added, "And for the record, I pulled away to protect you long before I got involved with Harry."
Theo's eyes widened and he looked away quickly.
Draco gave Theo a few minutes to get his emotions under control, then asked, "So, think you can handle the plant?"
Theo was calm again when he looked back. "Yes, I think I can handle myself well enough."
Draco reached out and gave Theo's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Good," he said, then turned and made his way back to his husband.
Harry had watched out of the corner of his eye and looked up when Draco was approaching. He raised an eyebrow by way of question.
"He can handle it now," Draco said quietly.
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said simply.
Draco leaned against him, whispering against his ear. "Thank you, love," he said.
Harry smiled and nodded again. "No need," he said.
Draco looked over and saw that Theo was indeed doing fine with the plant now.
***
After another few days of classes, the big morning finally arrived. The same examiners that had been there for O.W.L.s were sitting at the extended staff table for breakfast, and Harry thought Hermione might die of nervousness. She'd brought all her things with her to the meal and sat reading bits of parchment and books, her eyes flying over the pages.
Ron was looking very nervous as well and not eating much. He only sat looking at the 'brain food' Hermione had piled on his plate.
Harry was, of course, a little jittery, but wasn't too concerned with the tests. He thought he would actually do pretty well. He knew Ron and Hermione would, too, and was amused with both of them.
Draco only had one book at breakfast and it was more to calm his nerves than to actually study. He was reading an old treatise on Magical Theory. His son kept reaching for the parchment and he shifted to hold it out of reach.
As breakfast finished, the students began clearing out to go and do as they pleased, as it was a Saturday. Ginny had agreed to watch Valen while the exams were taking place and collected him, along with the few bottles Harry had prepared.
Everyone in their year remained in the Hall but moved from the tables, Hermione trying to cram a few last-minute facts in. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and the House tables rearranged themselves against the walls. After another wave, there were suddenly dozens of evenly spaced desks.
"Please, take your seats," she called to them all.
Harry looked to Draco standing beside him. "Kiss for good luck?" he said with a smile.
Draco smirked, and whispered, "Always," before leaning in to kiss his husband.
Harry grinned against Draco's lips and then moved with everyone else to the desks. He took his seat and waited as the examination papers were passed out. It took a very long time, or at least it felt like it did. He had some trouble with a few of the questions, but did fly through the Defence Against the Dark Arts test. He thought he did rather well with Charms and Transfiguration as well, and he even didn't think he did too badly with Potions.
He'd looked over at his friends and husband a few times, but couldn't gauge how they were doing from where he sat.
Draco was concentrating so hard that he had those tell-tale ink spots on his lips again. He was so focused that he startled when time was called.
Harry looked up and then quickly made sure he had written down his name. He felt restless and had been tapping his quill for the past few minutes. It was not easy to sit through so many tests at once, and his hand hurt from the writing, but he supposed it had to be done quickly with the special circumstances and all. He stretched as the papers were being collected.
Slughorn was the teacher in the Hall with them, as Potions had been their last test. "Your practical exams will start tomorrow morning," he announced. "All of you are to report back here, same time."
There was muffled acknowledgment before everyone began getting to their feet. Harry stretched again before he stood.
Draco frowned at his ink-stained lips and cast a Cleaning Charm before getting up and stretching as well. He smiled at his husband as he walked over to him.
"So," said Harry, pulling Draco to him by the front of his robe, "how do you think you did?"
"Pretty good," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss his lover.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips before pulling back. "Yeah, me too," he said.
Ron approached then, looking relieved, but nervous at the same time. "I left three blank in Potions," he said. "And one in Charms. And one in Transfiguration. And two in Herbology. That's seven! Seven questions I left blank." He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
"Well, I left two blank in Potions," said Harry. "And one each in Herbology and Transfiguration. You'll be fine, Ron. Probably do better in the practicals."
Draco didn't mention he had answered all of the questions and spent time going over the answers before he turned in the test. Last time, he had done better in the written than in practicals. "It should be fine," he said. "Let's go relax for a bit.”
Harry nodded, looking over at Hermione, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Professor Slughorn over her exam. Harry shrugged and made his way out of the Hall with Ron and Draco.
They sat in the Gryffindor common room with everyone else. Hermione had shown up a little later and bothered all of them with her panic as the hours passed.
They'd gone to breakfast the following morning, and after the meal, it was almost exactly the same as the previous morning. All of the students cleared out and the examiners took their places at the table Professor McGonagall set up for them. Instead of setting up dozens of desks though, the 'eighth' year students were led into the room usually occupied by first-years waiting to be sorted.
Harry leaned against the wall as he waited for his turn.
Draco leaned his hands on the wall on either side of his husband and smiled at him.
Harry grinned. "Yes?" he said.
"Kiss for luck?" Draco asked, lips closer to Harry's now and body just inches away.
Harry slid his hands into Draco's robe pockets and pulled him closer. "At this rate," he said, "we'll be the two luckiest blokes in the world."
"I know I'm already the luckiest man alive," Draco whispered against his lover's lips.
"Let's kiss anyway," Harry whispered back, moving forward so that his lips were pressed fully to Draco's.
Draco tilted his head, pressing his lips and body against Harry's. "Mmm," he hummed happily into his lover's mouth.
"Merlin, you two don't stop," Ron grumbled from next to them as Hermione listed spells under her breath.
"Mmhmm," Draco answered, his tongue pressing into Harry's mouth now. This was his favourite kind of stress relief. Who could be worried about exams while kissing Harry?
Harry smiled goofily, opening his mouth for Draco. They snogged until McGonagall stepped in to call the "E"s through the "H"s and Hermione let out a strange noise.
"Good luck," Harry said to her over Draco's shoulder.
She either ignored him or didn't hear him, still muttering to herself. Ron shook his head.
Draco shrugged, knowing the only help for Hermione was the test over and the results back. He was in no hurry himself. One of the advantages of being wealthy was that his future did not depend on how he did on the N.E.W.T.s. He would like to do well, but it was a personal challenge not a public one for him.
Harry spent the rest of the time quizzing Ron on wand movements, but then the "M"s through the "P"s were being called and Ron sighed.
"You'll do fine," Harry assured him. Then he turned to Draco. "That's us," he said.
Draco smiled confidently, giving his husband another quick kiss and then striding after the examiner.
Harry followed and was then immediately led to a very old woman for Transfiguration.
Though Draco was in the room with him, he wasn't able to pay attention to him. Although he did think he was doing well, it didn't mean it was easy. O.W.L.s had been difficult, but the N.E.W.T.s were exactly what they stood for: nastily exhausting. He changed a desk into a pig, like Professor McGonagall had in that first lesson, an entire pile of different shirts into an entire pile of different trousers, the point of which was to see if one could correctly duplicate the materials and shape them differently, and the hardest of all, a chair into a chimpanzee. And that was only Transfiguration.
Defence wasn't as bad - like he'd expected, though they were very difficult spells, and the examiner even made him do more, just so he could see the wandless magic. He'd had a little trouble telling the difference between two potions, but it wasn't too bad. He managed to not get squirted while milking his plant for Herbology and did very well with Charms, getting extra points for the very powerful Cleaning Charm he had displayed.
He was very tired by the time he was done and even forgot to look behind him and see if Draco had finished too as he made his way out of the Great Hall.
Draco was tired enough that he didn't want to lift his wand again when he left the exam room. He suspected he did very well, particularly in Potions and Transfiguration. His weakest area during O.W.L.s had been the Defence. He felt he'd done better now, especially since he could call a visible Patronus. He was relieved when he finally made his way to his husband's side.
"You do all right?" Harry asked, yawning after.
Draco shrugged and nodded at the same time. "Sure, but very glad it's done," he sighed.
"Me, too," Harry agreed, taking Draco's hand as he began walking away from the doors. "Now we just have to deal with Hermione until the results come in through the post."
Draco winced. "Maybe we could run away until they are back?" he suggested.
Harry chuckled. "Maybe that's not a bad idea," he said.
"Let's go get Valen and go to bed early," Draco suggested, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist.
"Mmm," Harry sighed. "Yes, lets."
Chapter Title: Helpful
Words: 2643 Words
There were only a few days left of their stay at Hogwarts, and as N.E.W.T.s grew nearer, Hermione grew more and more frantic. She had actually been conducting herself much more calmly than Harry had expected so far, but that old unnecessary Hermione panic was beginning to settle in. That morning she had snapped at anyone who happened to disturb her reading, and then later in Herbology, she'd nearly knocked Ron to the floor in order to get the best plant.
Harry stood with his own plant, trying to catch one of the wildly waving tentacle-like ... things moving about. They were supposed to be milking them or some such nonsense, but it wasn't exactly easy to do, and he'd been squirted in the face three times already. Neville was the only person in the class who was doing exceptionally well. Even better than Hermione was doing. He hadn't got squirted once and had filled his container nearly to the top.
Draco stood back with his hands on his hips, laughing at the white sap dripping down his husband's face.
Harry stared at Draco with narrowed eyes, knowing what it looked like he had been doing. He cast a Cleaning Charm but found that the stickiness of the liquid seemed to stay put. He huffed. He would have to take a shower after this.
"Argh!" Ron let out as his plant shot some of its goo at him. "I hate these bloody things!"
Draco nearly doubled over with laughter at that.
"Oh, shut it," said Ron, pulling his wand to do a Cleaning Charm on himself. "I hope you get squirted."
"You two just aren't doing it right," Hermione snapped at Harry and Ron, in deep concentration as she bent over her own pot.
Draco rolled his eyes and approached the plant carefully, explicitly following the directions given in the Herbology book, and he managed to milk the tentacles. His hands were sticky when he finished, but he hadn't been squirted. "You just have to have the right touch," he drawled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Harry.
Harry waggled his eyebrows as well. "And you and I both know you've got that," he said.
Ron shook his head at them.
Draco looked past them to the back of the Herbology enclosure and saw Theo staring angrily at the plant in front of him, sap on his shirt. He sighed, shaking his head. Theo had always been good at stuff like this but Draco recognised the other man's mood and knew he was part of the problem.
Harry turned his head and looked behind him to where Draco was looking. He sighed quietly and then turned back to his husband.
Draco smiled sadly at Harry then. "Do you need help?" he asked.
"No, I can do it," Harry answered, and then he looked over to where Valen lay asleep in his playpen, checking on him.
Draco arched an eyebrow and made sure to stay out of squirting range of the tentacles.
Harry snorted at him. "Well, I guess you can help if you're just going to stand there," he said.
Draco eyed him warily, fully expecting he would regret offering. He walked up behind Harry and reached his arms around so that his arms lay against Harry's. He took the man's hand and showed him how to grasp the plant in a way that calmed it rather than excited it.
With Draco's help, Harry finished a lot quicker, and thankfully didn't get squirted again, though he had come close.
Ron on the other hand got squirted two more times before Neville finally came over to help him.
"Harry," Draco whispered in his husband's ear. "I want to help Theo with his."
Harry frowned the smallest bit. He sighed again, but it was more letting out a long, quiet breath. "Okay," he said with a nod, tilting his head to the side and back a bit to kiss Draco.
Draco kissed his husband and then stepped back, making his way to the end of the structure where Theo had apparently given up and was just staring off in space.
Draco stood beside him for a moment. "Having trouble with it?" he asked casually.
Theo glanced sideways at him, frowning. "Do you actually care?" he sneered.
"Actually, yes," Draco answered calmly, and that got him a suspicious look. "I know you are good at this stuff, so what's the problem?"
Theo stared at him for a moment, seeming perplexed as to how to answer the blond. "I don't know," he answered sullenly.
"Maybe you are a bit frustrated with other things and the plant needs a gentle touch?" Draco suggested.
Theo grimaced. "Never had any complaints before," he whispered.
Draco smiled a bit. "No, none that I remember," he said.
Theo looked up again at him, startled then. "I didn't know about the potion," he said.
"I know you didn't," Draco said. "It's not your style."
Theo smiled sadly. "Not that I would turn you down if you really wanted.... "
Draco smirked. "Yeah, always did well together," he said. "Not where I am now." After a second he added, "And for the record, I pulled away to protect you long before I got involved with Harry."
Theo's eyes widened and he looked away quickly.
Draco gave Theo a few minutes to get his emotions under control, then asked, "So, think you can handle the plant?"
Theo was calm again when he looked back. "Yes, I think I can handle myself well enough."
Draco reached out and gave Theo's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Good," he said, then turned and made his way back to his husband.
Harry had watched out of the corner of his eye and looked up when Draco was approaching. He raised an eyebrow by way of question.
"He can handle it now," Draco said quietly.
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said simply.
Draco leaned against him, whispering against his ear. "Thank you, love," he said.
Harry smiled and nodded again. "No need," he said.
Draco looked over and saw that Theo was indeed doing fine with the plant now.
***
After another few days of classes, the big morning finally arrived. The same examiners that had been there for O.W.L.s were sitting at the extended staff table for breakfast, and Harry thought Hermione might die of nervousness. She'd brought all her things with her to the meal and sat reading bits of parchment and books, her eyes flying over the pages.
Ron was looking very nervous as well and not eating much. He only sat looking at the 'brain food' Hermione had piled on his plate.
Harry was, of course, a little jittery, but wasn't too concerned with the tests. He thought he would actually do pretty well. He knew Ron and Hermione would, too, and was amused with both of them.
Draco only had one book at breakfast and it was more to calm his nerves than to actually study. He was reading an old treatise on Magical Theory. His son kept reaching for the parchment and he shifted to hold it out of reach.
As breakfast finished, the students began clearing out to go and do as they pleased, as it was a Saturday. Ginny had agreed to watch Valen while the exams were taking place and collected him, along with the few bottles Harry had prepared.
Everyone in their year remained in the Hall but moved from the tables, Hermione trying to cram a few last-minute facts in. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and the House tables rearranged themselves against the walls. After another wave, there were suddenly dozens of evenly spaced desks.
"Please, take your seats," she called to them all.
Harry looked to Draco standing beside him. "Kiss for good luck?" he said with a smile.
Draco smirked, and whispered, "Always," before leaning in to kiss his husband.
Harry grinned against Draco's lips and then moved with everyone else to the desks. He took his seat and waited as the examination papers were passed out. It took a very long time, or at least it felt like it did. He had some trouble with a few of the questions, but did fly through the Defence Against the Dark Arts test. He thought he did rather well with Charms and Transfiguration as well, and he even didn't think he did too badly with Potions.
He'd looked over at his friends and husband a few times, but couldn't gauge how they were doing from where he sat.
Draco was concentrating so hard that he had those tell-tale ink spots on his lips again. He was so focused that he startled when time was called.
Harry looked up and then quickly made sure he had written down his name. He felt restless and had been tapping his quill for the past few minutes. It was not easy to sit through so many tests at once, and his hand hurt from the writing, but he supposed it had to be done quickly with the special circumstances and all. He stretched as the papers were being collected.
Slughorn was the teacher in the Hall with them, as Potions had been their last test. "Your practical exams will start tomorrow morning," he announced. "All of you are to report back here, same time."
There was muffled acknowledgment before everyone began getting to their feet. Harry stretched again before he stood.
Draco frowned at his ink-stained lips and cast a Cleaning Charm before getting up and stretching as well. He smiled at his husband as he walked over to him.
"So," said Harry, pulling Draco to him by the front of his robe, "how do you think you did?"
"Pretty good," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss his lover.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips before pulling back. "Yeah, me too," he said.
Ron approached then, looking relieved, but nervous at the same time. "I left three blank in Potions," he said. "And one in Charms. And one in Transfiguration. And two in Herbology. That's seven! Seven questions I left blank." He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
"Well, I left two blank in Potions," said Harry. "And one each in Herbology and Transfiguration. You'll be fine, Ron. Probably do better in the practicals."
Draco didn't mention he had answered all of the questions and spent time going over the answers before he turned in the test. Last time, he had done better in the written than in practicals. "It should be fine," he said. "Let's go relax for a bit.”
Harry nodded, looking over at Hermione, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Professor Slughorn over her exam. Harry shrugged and made his way out of the Hall with Ron and Draco.
They sat in the Gryffindor common room with everyone else. Hermione had shown up a little later and bothered all of them with her panic as the hours passed.
They'd gone to breakfast the following morning, and after the meal, it was almost exactly the same as the previous morning. All of the students cleared out and the examiners took their places at the table Professor McGonagall set up for them. Instead of setting up dozens of desks though, the 'eighth' year students were led into the room usually occupied by first-years waiting to be sorted.
Harry leaned against the wall as he waited for his turn.
Draco leaned his hands on the wall on either side of his husband and smiled at him.
Harry grinned. "Yes?" he said.
"Kiss for luck?" Draco asked, lips closer to Harry's now and body just inches away.
Harry slid his hands into Draco's robe pockets and pulled him closer. "At this rate," he said, "we'll be the two luckiest blokes in the world."
"I know I'm already the luckiest man alive," Draco whispered against his lover's lips.
"Let's kiss anyway," Harry whispered back, moving forward so that his lips were pressed fully to Draco's.
Draco tilted his head, pressing his lips and body against Harry's. "Mmm," he hummed happily into his lover's mouth.
"Merlin, you two don't stop," Ron grumbled from next to them as Hermione listed spells under her breath.
"Mmhmm," Draco answered, his tongue pressing into Harry's mouth now. This was his favourite kind of stress relief. Who could be worried about exams while kissing Harry?
Harry smiled goofily, opening his mouth for Draco. They snogged until McGonagall stepped in to call the "E"s through the "H"s and Hermione let out a strange noise.
"Good luck," Harry said to her over Draco's shoulder.
She either ignored him or didn't hear him, still muttering to herself. Ron shook his head.
Draco shrugged, knowing the only help for Hermione was the test over and the results back. He was in no hurry himself. One of the advantages of being wealthy was that his future did not depend on how he did on the N.E.W.T.s. He would like to do well, but it was a personal challenge not a public one for him.
Harry spent the rest of the time quizzing Ron on wand movements, but then the "M"s through the "P"s were being called and Ron sighed.
"You'll do fine," Harry assured him. Then he turned to Draco. "That's us," he said.
Draco smiled confidently, giving his husband another quick kiss and then striding after the examiner.
Harry followed and was then immediately led to a very old woman for Transfiguration.
Though Draco was in the room with him, he wasn't able to pay attention to him. Although he did think he was doing well, it didn't mean it was easy. O.W.L.s had been difficult, but the N.E.W.T.s were exactly what they stood for: nastily exhausting. He changed a desk into a pig, like Professor McGonagall had in that first lesson, an entire pile of different shirts into an entire pile of different trousers, the point of which was to see if one could correctly duplicate the materials and shape them differently, and the hardest of all, a chair into a chimpanzee. And that was only Transfiguration.
Defence wasn't as bad - like he'd expected, though they were very difficult spells, and the examiner even made him do more, just so he could see the wandless magic. He'd had a little trouble telling the difference between two potions, but it wasn't too bad. He managed to not get squirted while milking his plant for Herbology and did very well with Charms, getting extra points for the very powerful Cleaning Charm he had displayed.
He was very tired by the time he was done and even forgot to look behind him and see if Draco had finished too as he made his way out of the Great Hall.
Draco was tired enough that he didn't want to lift his wand again when he left the exam room. He suspected he did very well, particularly in Potions and Transfiguration. His weakest area during O.W.L.s had been the Defence. He felt he'd done better now, especially since he could call a visible Patronus. He was relieved when he finally made his way to his husband's side.
"You do all right?" Harry asked, yawning after.
Draco shrugged and nodded at the same time. "Sure, but very glad it's done," he sighed.
"Me, too," Harry agreed, taking Draco's hand as he began walking away from the doors. "Now we just have to deal with Hermione until the results come in through the post."
Draco winced. "Maybe we could run away until they are back?" he suggested.
Harry chuckled. "Maybe that's not a bad idea," he said.
"Let's go get Valen and go to bed early," Draco suggested, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist.
"Mmm," Harry sighed. "Yes, lets."