You always Hate the One you Love

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Harry ran into the Potions Auditorium, he was early by 5 minutes, but if he got there early enough, he didn't have to sit with Draco and the rest of the Slytherins, he could sit with Hermione and Ron. It was one of Draco's motivations to keep Harry paying attention during his N.E.W.T classes.

Harry groaned to himself to see Ron and Hermione surrounded by Seamus, Dean and Neville, and no seats right by either of them. Not even in front of them, the only seats available were the seats directly in front of Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins.

"Thanks for saving me a seat guys," Harry whispered maliciously, glaring worse when they sent amused glances at one another.

"We were told not to by your boyfriend, said it was your punishment for not getting to class early enough." Ron smirked as Harry sent him another venomous glare before glancing around the room.

Malfoy smiled and motioned to the seat directly in front of him mouthing silently, "You weren't early enough." Harry laughed to himself, rolled his eyes and sat in the seat in front of Draco, who tilted his chair back so that Harry's head was resting in his lap.

Harry closed his eyes, murmuring softly, "If you want me to stay awake, then stop making me fall asleep." Draco smiled and continued to stroke his forehead, smoothing his hair back.

"Oh trust me lovely, you won't fall asleep. I promise to keep you, plenty awake." Draco said, leaning over and nipping Harry's ear.

Harry moaned softly, then realized the fact he was in the middle of class, and everyone was watching him. He attempted to pull his head out of Draco's lap, but was stopped almost immediately by a kiss.

"Draco, stop, where in the middle of classes, everyone's watching and Snape will be here any minute." Harry whined, closing his eyes once again and allowing his forehead to be stroked.

"So, when has Snape every stopped you from doing something before, Potter?" Draco drawled, Harry let out a fairly pathetic mewl in response.

"EXCUSE ME!"

Harry jumped and lifted his head immediately out of Draco's lap, watching as a not very amused Professor Snape entered the auditorium.

"This isn't a hotel boys, this happens to be a Classroom, MY classroom to be precise and I don't appreciate you using it in... other more inappropriate ways." Snape spat, looking like he was about to hurl. "Both of you, detention tomorrow night, in here."

Draco smiled ever so innocently at the Potions Master, "Yes Sir, thank you for giving us simply one more opportunity to be alone."

Snape shot him a nasty look, but didn't say anything, and started to teach about a Sleeping Drought. Harry stayed awake, all of class, just as Draco had promised he would.
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The bell rang and after giving Draco a quick kiss, Harry headed over to meet Hermione and Ron in the Library, where they had decided to meet during there free period.

"So, have you found out anything about the Death Eater's plan to take over Hogwarts?" Ron asked the minute Harry sat down at the table.

"RON, first ask him how the relationship is going!" Hermione spat at him, turning to Harry, "So, how is the relationship going?"

"Good, considering its Malfoy I'm dating," Ron let out a soft chuckle at that, which pissed Harry off for some reason, "We kiss, we cuddle, he tries to seduce me, all I can remember is the wonderful night with Fred and George," Harry said, Ron dry heaved, Hermione giggled.

"Shut it up about that, its bad enough that you slept with my brothers, but the fact that they screwed one another kinda scares me." Ron said, blinking rapidly and trying to clear the image from his head. "Plus, the fact that you have to kiss Malfoy, what's it like? I mean is he a good kisser?"

"Wow, didn't know you cared," Harry joked, Ron turned bright red and took Hermione's hand in his, "Yes actually, he is a wonderful kisser, his lips are really soft."

Hermione mumbled something that sounded like, "Awww, that's so cute," while Ron flinched a little.

"That's almost as gross... never mind. It's just plain gross, you like kissing him, don't you!" Ron accused, and Harry laughed.

"Yes, that is why you constantly see me kissing him, not the other way around." Harry denied automatically. He actually had kissed Draco a lot more then Draco has kissed him, never in public though...

"So, what have you found out about the Dark Lord's evil plots?" Hermione asked, stopping the suspicious glare Harry was receiving from Ron.

"Well... to be honest..." Harry flushed, and looked down, "I haven't really asked him about it yet."

"You What!?" Ron exclaimed, "I thought that was the whole point, was for you to spy on him and find out what was happening!"

"Well, yes, that was the plan, but how does one casually bring up something like that in a conversation? 'Oh hey Draco, has your Dad been sending you letters from Azkaban about what the Dark Lord is up to? Are they planning on taking over Hogwarts and killing everyone?' Yeah, that's a pleasant over dinner conversation," Harry snapped, Ron looked taken back.

"You know he's right Ron, I mean, he has gained his trust, but that doesn't mean that you can just start asking personal questions." Harry sent Hermione an appreciative grin. "What you could do though is ask if he has heard from his father lately. That would in some ways casually bring it up."

Harry looked at the two of them n slight disbelief, "What the hell, don't you two realize how sensitive that subject is? I mean honestly, it's sticking a knife in a wound that is still fairly fresh; it'd be like him... bringing up... Snuffles." Harry couldn't bring himself to say Sirius' name, not even after so long.

"Well, fine, then you think of a more cleaver way to do it, Harry," Hermione snapped, "It's not as though Voldemort cared who he was hurting, or what 'Fresh Wounds' he was opening when he killed all those innocent people."

Harry sighed, took a deep breath and realized Hermione was right. He shouldn't care about hurting Malfoy, not when he was with his friends anyway. Then, the side that was still in his 'I am Malfoy's boyfriend' mode was protesting rather loudly.

"Alright, fine, I'll ask him about it at detention tomorrow, that way if he gets pissed at his little Harry, he can't curse me, since Snape will probably take our wands anyways." Harry said, sighing softly and feeling suddenly guilty.

"But guys, I don't know if I want to do this anymore, Malfoy really cares for me and..." Harry sighed; he couldn't even try to explain this to his best friends.

Little did he know, that someone else overheard their little plan, and had sprinted out of the library. Black mail was sweet especially when it involved the one you love.