Crush 2.0

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"Well, I think we’re done for today!" announced Draco, pulling his sweaty hand away from Potter's clutch.

They were sitting on the floor, a small table as their desk, facing each other. The hand-holding method seemed to work on Potter, much to his amusement. They have been holding hands the entire session, with Potter's thumb caressing his knuckles back and forth. Interestingly, Draco didn't mind the gesture. He found it somewhat calming, and Potter managed to pay attention throughout their session, so Draco counted it as a win.

He began to pack his tutoring devices, stuffing them into his bag, and stood up, looking at Potter's disbelief face expectantly.

"Wait, that's it?" asked Potter incredulously, moving up to his feet.

Draco nodded, a bit confused by Potter's reaction. "Our time is up, Potter. Don't you have practice?"

"No?” pointed Potter out while gesturing to his surroundings, “Why do you think we are at my house?"

Draco titled his head, "Sufficiency?"

"No!" exclaimed Potter, "I want to spend time with you!"

"Willingly?" asked Draco, eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, yes!"

"Oh," said Draco eloquently. He regarded Potter's words with perplexity. No one had a mind to spend time with him except for tutoring sessions. The idea seemed intriguing, and he felt excited that Potter wanted to hang out with him. It was unfortunate that he needed to head home, however.

"It seems like a lovely idea, Potter." he began cautiously. "Unfortunately, I had to—what are you doing?" He stepped backwards when Potter suddenly moved forward in a predatory step, full of purpose.

"Stop right there!" ordered Draco, pointing a finger at Potter, who didn't even want to stop. Instead, he fastened his pace, making Draco hastily move backwards blindly until his back collided with a wall.

"Potter," warned Draco as the other kept walking forward until he stopped an arm's length away.

"Tell me why you can't spend time with me," Potter demanded.

"I have to head home, Potter," replied Draco. "I have some chores to be done as soon as possible, or else my bint of a housemate will amend my possessions."

"Chores can wait," said Potter, stepping closer.

"Not all of us have maids to do our chores, Potter." huffed Draco. "So, it can't wait. I have another session in three hours and another in six, so I'm running out of time."

"Cancel your sessions." a step closer.

"I can't, Potter," sighed Draco. "The school paid me for these sessions."

"When are you free, then?" a step closer.

"When I'm done with my sessions," shrugged Draco. "Late in the evening, usually."

"I don't like it." frowned Potter.

"Well," Draco put a hand on Potter's stomach when the boy stepped closer, feet touching. His heart decidedly felt weird at their proximity. "Thank God you're not the one who's going to spend their time tutoring people, then."

"And before you want to say anything," Draco raised a finger when Potter began to open his mouth. "I like being busy, helping others with their studies."

"I'll keep you busy." growled Potter, "If that's what you want."

"Helping others too?"

"None of them are my concerns," said Potter, moving even closer that he was crowding Draco. He raised a hand and put it next to Draco’s head, and another went to sneak around his waist. He pulled Draco towards him. "You are."

"You're getting too handsy, Potter." glared Draco, in contrast to his fast-beating heart. He could feel Potter's warmth pressed on his body. "Hands off my person."

"Cancel your sessions first."

"Oh, very funny." scoffed Draco. "Tell that to the Headmaster," He joked.

"I will." Answered Potter, determined.

"He'll listen to you?" mocked Draco, raising a challenging brow.

"Why not?" said Potter with a tilt of his lips. "How hard can it be to persuade the Headmaster?"

"I would like to see you try." dared Draco.

"And what do I get out of it?" asked Potter, eyes with determination.

"Spending your time with me, as bizarre as it sounds. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Potter's eyes gleamed. "Holding hands and kisses too?"

Confident that Potter didn't have the balls to negotiate with the Headmaster about cancelling his tutoring sessions, he decided to humour the other boy. "Why not? It seems only fair since you're willing to do such a favour."

Honestly, he was only taking the piss. There was no need to inform the Headmaster of the tutor session cancellation. The tutors only need to inform the authorities, state their reason for doing so, and they need to replace the session afterwards. Draco had never intended to cancel a session before, so he had never done so.

He was greatly surprised, however, to see Potter's eyes shine with mischief as if he were the one challenging Draco.

"Very well," said Potter, squeezing his waist before letting him go and retrieving his phone from his nightstand. He gave Draco a sly grin, began typing through his phone, and held it to his ear. He winked at Draco and began talking as he walked to stand so far away from Draco that he couldn't hear a word of the conversation.

Draco watched, feeling slightly wrong-footed to see Potter talking confidently through the phone. He couldn't be talking to the Headmaster, could he?

He stood up straighter when Potter approached him, a sly grin decorating his face. He went straight to Draco’s personal space, handing him the phone.

"The Headmaster would like to talk to you," said Potter with a smirk.

Stupefied in disbelief, Draco held the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Young Malfoy!" Came the Headmaster—Professor Lupin's voice through the speaker.

"Professor Lupin?" asked Draco, blinking his eyes widely. Mother of Holy, it was Professor Lupin!

"I was informed that you're not feeling well?"

"I—" Draco dragged his eyes to Potter, who was now grinning with smugness and already had his hands wrapped around him in a hug, moving closer to bury his nose into his jaw.

"Young Potter explained that you feel unwell and unfit to conduct further sessions today. You don't have to worry about the authorities. I will inform them myself. You may contact the students if you want to cancel the class," said Professor Lupin, his voice kind and understanding.

"I—uh," he wanted to say something, he was, but how could he when Potter already had his lips wandering to his neck?

"You sound rather shaky, young Malfoy." Professor Lupin's voice was filled with concern. "You should ask young Potter to send you home."

"I—" Draco blinked, eyes searching for Potter, who was mouthing 'You promised' to him in a threatening face and bent down to bite Draco’s ear. He squeaked.

"Young Malfoy, are you okay?"

Oh, well. What harm could it be to cancel one-day sessions?

"I'm sorry, Professor. I'll inform the students that I am unfit for tutoring sessions today," said Draco eventually, closing his eyes as he felt slightly unsettled. He had never cancelled his sessions before; this would be his first. He suddenly felt that someone might come out of nowhere and yell at him for his incompetence.

A drop of a kiss under his ear chased his worry away. He peeled his eyes open to see Potter smile reassuringly at him. 'You'll be fine." the other boy mouthed.

"Taking care of your health is a priority. Get well soon, young Malfoy. You have worked hard. I am proud of you."

Draco smiled when he heard those words, "Thank you, Professor. Thank you for being understanding."

They exchanged a few words before bidding each other goodbyes, leaving him to stare at the phone incredulously. He couldn't believe he had just skipped a tutor session. It felt a bit bizarre. Weird.

A warm press of lips against his skin woke him from his stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re fine.”

“I’ve never done this before,” confessed Draco.

“It’s okay,” said Potter, humming gently against his skin. “We’ll take our time. We don’t have to do anything today.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Draco breathily, involuntarily tilting his head to the side. His heart somehow felt like it would jump out of his body. His skin felt hot.

“What are you talking about?” countered Potter, lips wandering down to his collarbone.

“I’m talking about cancelling my sessions.”

“Ah,” chuckled Potter. “Here, I thought you were talking about something else.”

“Something else?” Draco took all his might to push Potter away, trying to search for the other boy’s eyes. Holy, they looked like a deep forest. Potter gazed down at him with soft eyes, the corner of his lips titled up, forming a small smile.

“Never mind that,” said Potter, pulling him closer. “Can I touch you?”

“You already are, Potter.”

Potter laughed, dropping his head onto Draco’s shoulder. “I guess I’m content touching you like this for now.”

Draco blinked, slightly confused. “How exactly do you want to touch me?”

“You don’t have to know for now.” Said Potter, lifting his head and staring down at him with a soft expression. “I am glad you have never let anyone touch you like this.”

“I’ll have you know, Potter,” said Draco, not understanding the meaning behind Potter’s words. However, he decided to humour him. Feeling suddenly brave, he lifted both hands to wrap them around Potter’s shoulder. “You should feel lucky that I have permitted you to put your hands on me.”

Potter beamed, which turned into mischief as he suddenly said, “Hold me tight, and try not to fall.”

“Try not—ah!” shrieked Draco, grasping for Potter’s shoulder as the other boy crouched down to lift him by his thighs. “What are you doing, you brute!”

“Put your legs around me.”

“Excuse me—”

“I’m going to move now.”

He shrieked again when he felt Potter move, and he immediately held on for his dear life as he quickly wrapped his legs around Potter’s waist, hands gripping the muscled shoulder tightly. “Careful, you dolt! I’m going to fall!”

He took a chance to tug on the boy’s horrendous hair when Potter only laughed delightfully and sniggered when Potter grunted in pain. He yelped when Potter took revenge by slapping his arse.

“I’m going to put you down now.”

Draco wanted to ask, put me down where? But his body suddenly collided with the soft mattress, and he gasped when Potter climbed in, manoeuvering his person until they lay at the centre of the enormous bed, with Potter settling himself in between his legs.

Draco blinked, slightly confused by the situation.

“What are we doing?”

Potter, the imbecile, only hummed, busying himself to find a comfortable position to settle down. His hands sneaked around his body, his head on top of his chest, eyes closed. “We’re resting.”

“You’re squishing me.”

“I like it like this.”

“This is a very bizarre way to rest, Potter.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Draco frowned, taking his time to answer. He did not feel uncomfortable. The weight of Potter’s body on top of his felt grounding. There was something about having the heavyweight crushing down his person. He never felt something like that before, as if having something to anchor him down, making him feel relaxed. It wasn’t helping that Potter smelt nice, too.

“Draco?”

“No, I’m–I’m comfortable.”

“I’m glad, let’s take a nap. You need them.”

Draco, against all odds, felt his eyes go heavy, and who was he to deny a nap?

・・・

Draco was dreaming.

There were hands—calloused hands- caressing the skin underneath his shirt, making him feel goosebumps all over his sensitive body. There were hot breaths kissing his neck with mischief, and something wet was touching the skin beneath his earlobe.

It made his breath turn heavy.

Draco sighed and felt his body making a response.

There was something soft tickling his jaw and his chin, and he could feel the hands wander up to his nipples—his sensitive nipples. He had never been touched like this before and was somehow aware that he was making some sound.

“Hm, you smell so good. You respond to me very well, Draco.”

He gasped when he felt a jolt of pleasure on his lower region, calloused fingers caressing his nipples playfully, and he immediately opened his eyes.

He was not dreaming.

Potter’s mop of hair was the first thing he saw, and the breeze of air licking his body noted that his shirt had ridden to his chest. He couldn’t help the heavy sigh escaping his mouth and stared with wide eyes as Potter’s head lowered down, facing down his chest, and when the pink wet muscle fell flat onto one of his nipples, he shrieked in panic.

“Potter!”

He took a vast grasp of Potter’s hair and tugged it away from his person, ignoring how the boy screamed in pain and lifted his leg to kick the boy away until he fell on the bed with a loud thud.

“How dare you!” shouted Draco, scrambling on his knees and promptly yanking down his shirt.

He heard Potter groan and immediately glared at him when he emerged from the floor.

“Draco, you wound me!”

“You molested me in my sleep!”

“I was not!” Said Potter, lips incredulously turned into a huge pout. “I was dreaming!”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” warned Draco, eyes blazing. “How dare you put your mouth on me!” His hand unconsciously went to rub one of his nipples, the one that Potter had personally molested with his stupid tongue. It still felt sensitive under his touch.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Huffed Potter, crossing his arms in a sulky manner. “I couldn’t help it!”

“You couldn’t help it?”

“Have you seen yourself?” countered Potter, giving him an accusing look- as if it were his fault!

“How dare you! Without my consent, no less!”

Potter perked up at that. “You would give me your consent if I asked?”

Draco growled. Angry, he stomped down the bed, reaching out to Potter, who was watching him with an alarmed face. Potter dared to scramble back, crawling backwards to be away from Draco.

Draco jumped to him, kneeing Potter’s stomach in the process, making the boy howl in pain. Draco ignored those cries coming from Potter as he proceeded to grab him by the shoulder and sunk his teeth into Potter’s right shoulder and bite. Hard.

“Argh!”

He felt Potter’s hand on his shoulder, trying to pry him away, but Draco held his ground.

“Draco, it hurts! Let me go!”

They struggled like that. One was biting, while the other tried his best to make him stop. Potter's cries echoed around the room. He repeatedly tapped Draco’s shoulder in surrender.

Draco let go after biting his heart out and sat back, watching with pure satisfaction as Potter curled around his shoulder, whimpering like a wounded puppy.

“Next time, Potter,” began Draco. “It would be polite to ask for someone’s consent.”

“Ugh,” sobbed Potter. “I hate you.”

Draco smacked him where it hurts.

・・・

“It was better when we were at my house. I could do whatever I wanted, and there was an AC too. It’s too hot here,” Potter sighed, fanning himself with his shirt.

“It was because you can do whatever you want that we simply can’t have our lesson there,” stated Draco.

They were at school, in a classroom, since Draco insisted on having their session somewhere 'less provocative.’ Heaven knows how unpredictable Potter was with his wandering hands. On cue, he reached down the table to slap the naughty fingers, trying to feel his thigh.

Potter grunted in annoyance.

“You’re no fun. My wound hasn't healed yet, did you know?”

“It’s not my fault that you’re such a pervert. Keep feeling my person.”

Potter huffed and went quiet, which made Draco raise an eyebrow. Usually, this silence meant that Potter would start asking ridiculous questions.

“Are you afraid of being alone with me?”

Although he had predicted it, the sudden question still surprised Draco, and he promptly cleared his throat. “I am certainly not.”

“I think you’re afraid that I'll do things to you, right?”

Draco could feel his face flushed, his mind automatically recalling the incident of a week ago. He kept his eyes on the book before him as he said, “As if I would.”

“If you’re not, do you think I can do more than that?”

Draco stared at the book hard. More than that?

“Will you give me your consent?” A sudden voice behind him snapped him back to reality. He looked up, and Potter was no longer sitting in front of him. Before he could even comprehend the situation, a sudden kiss was pasted at the back of his ear, making him shiver. His heart started to beat faster.

He turned his head and was suddenly kissed on the lips—a chaste kiss. Potter pulled away and smiled at Draco, who looked up to him with great confusion.

Potter pulled Draco up by his hand with a mesmerising smile, and the boy followed his lead like an obedient man. Potter slowly wrapped his arms around Draco and lifted him, making him sit on the table. “Draco...”

Draco gazed at the forest green of Harry Potter's eyes. Feeling that he was drowning further in the boy’s enchantment. Damn him. His heart felt like he was running forward and fast, and he wasn't sure if he would fall along the way.

“May I kiss you, Draco?” whispered Potter.

Kiss.

He had never been kissed before.

He wondered what it would feel like.

He gave a nod.

He would like to be kissed by Potter.

Potter gave him a sweet smile, gently placing a hand underneath his jaw and kissing their lips together. Potter pulled a little, searching into Draco’s eyes, and Draco couldn’t help but smile when he saw the unsure green eyes as if he was afraid that he was making a wrong move.

“I guess it was okay,” whispered Draco, and Potter chuckled before he connected their lips again, arms around Draco’s waist. He started slowly, placing open kisses upon Draco’s lips until he felt Draco slowly following the rhythm and smiled when Draco reached his arms around his neck.

Potter settled himself between Draco’s legs, tugging him closer as the kiss started to heat up. Potter nibbled Draco’s bottom lips, and the boy gasped for air. The green-haired boy took the opportunity to lick the boy’s lip and taste his mouth.

Potter tasted his hot cavern and every inch of his mouth. Draco was aware of how one of his hands moved up to grasp Potter’s hair, pulling him closer. They kissed and kissed until Draco gently pushed away Potter, gasping for air as if he was drowning in water. A string of their exchanged saliva still connected their mouths, and Potter smirked, wiping it away.

Draco took a deep breath to calm his heart, hoping it would stay in his chest, before he said, “That… was...”

"Amazing,” Potter finished and pecked his lips again.

They giggled into each other’s mouths, and Potter moved and hid his face in the crook of Draco’s neck. He could feel the boy’s huge smile against his skin, and he couldn’t help but smile too, large enough that he needed to bite his lips to keep from feeling ridiculous.

Goodness, he just lost his first kiss.

He didn’t regret it once.

They continued their tutoring sessions after that, and Potter miraculously kept his hands to himself as they studied. He even answered all the mock exam papers Draco gave him. Draco felt that perhaps kisses were Potter’s best motivation. When he said this, Potter answered cheekily, “I did say I can do well with good motivation.”

Draco snorted when Potter gave him an exaggerated wink.

As the days passed, they became closer than they thought they would be, messaging each other until late at night or going to lunch together. Of course, Draco still kept it a secret that his heart skyrocketed when he was with Potter, especially when their tutor sessions were now filled with kisses too. On other days when they were not together, it would be when Draco had tutor sessions with other students or when Potter was busy with practice.

Draco felt the days passing so quickly; before he realised it, the Final Exam had arrived. He texted Potter a message, wishing him luck and motivating him by saying he could do well in his exam. Potter surprised him instead by coming to his class and placing a chaste kiss on his lips, much to his dismay when his classmates erupted into catcalling. He could hear Theo and Ron’s voices being the loudest. He tried his best to ignore it.

“Good luck, Potter.” Said Draco, with a red face.

Potter, the imbecile, dropped a kiss on his forehead and whispered sweetly, “Good luck to you too, sweetheart.”

And it did give Draco a clear mind to do his best. He just hoped Potter would do the same.

When the test results came out, Draco, as usual, would take his time and wait until the other students went to see their exam results because he didn’t like being cramped by so many people. So, he decided to wait. He sat in the classroom as the final exam had finished, meaning that his tutor sessions also had ended. Potter had practice and was alone because he didn’t know where his friends had gone.

“Draco!”

Oh, speaking of his friends.

Theo ran to him as if his life depended on it and placed both his palms on Draco’s desk, looking at Draco with a face of disbelief.

“What?”

Draco frowned, and he found himself being cramped among the other students. It can’t be... he squished between the students, pushing himself forward, wanting to get a good look at the result board. Once he got a better look, he quickly searched for his name and widened his eyes;

1. Edward Westbrook.
2. Draco Malfoy.

“This can’t be happening.”

Draco bit his nails as Theo sat in the chair before Draco’s desk and looked at the other boy worriedly, “Hey, it’s fine. You're still at the top.”

“No,” he sighed, thinking hard, “Who was this Edward Westbrook? How come I've never seen him?”

“Maybe he was in another class. And you've never met him because you two don't have the same schedule,” said Theo, trying to reassure the other male.

“This is getting fishy.” Draco bit his lips. “Have you seen him?”

Theo shook his head, “No.”

Draco gnawed his inner cheek and decided, “I need to find out about Edward Westbrook.”

・・・

Draco felt like a big hand had slapped his face to bring him back to his senses. How could he have let things pass through him just like that? Now that he'd thought back, he'd never seen Edward Westbrook. He felt something wasn't right. Maybe he was too caught up in his tutoring sessions, or maybe Potter. He seriously needed to get his senses back; he should take a break from tutoring other students... and maybe take a break from seeing Potter. Somehow, he felt that he couldn't do that.

He knocked on the student council room's door and entered.

“May I help you, Malfoy?” The treasurer asked.

“May I get Blaise, please?”

“Sure. He’s in his room.”

“Thank you.”

Draco walked towards Blaise’s room. On the door, written; Secretary of Student Council, Blaise Zabini. He knocked, and without permission, he entered, only to find the boy was in his habit, of propping his legs on his desk while reading a magazine. He looked up and promptly grinned at Draco, “How rare is it to have such a genius boy come into my office?”

“Cut it out, Blaise. It’s been one month since you left home for Ginny and you've never shown your face to me since. I’m disappointed.” Draco rolled his eyes, taking the seat opposite Blaise’s desk.

“I know you didn't come here for that,” said Blaise, taking down his legs from the desk as he scooted closer to the other male. “So tell me, why are you here, Draco?”

Draco narrowed his eyes at a frame—of them on a winter holiday—trying to focus on something to centre his mind. He tapped his fingers on the desk. “I need you to search for a student for me,” he said, looking at his friend seriously.

Blaise took a closer look at his face and leaned back with a smirk, “Seeing your face, did someone beat you?”

“Yes, and it was suspicious.”

“His name?”

“Edward Westbrook.”

Blaise, who was about to type the name on his computer, paused and looked at Draco with raised brows. “Edward Westbrook?”

Draco frowned at him, “Yes, Edward Westbrook. Do you know him?”

“Do I know him?” Blaise shook his head. “Didn’t you know, Draco? That boy was expelled from school over a year ago.”

Draco widened his eyes, “What?”

“Ahh, I see. You’re so caught up with your students that you don't care about school news,” Blaise said, typing on his computer.

“B-But maybe this was another Edward Westbrook. Maybe you've got the wrong person. I swear his name was on the board.”

“Draco, please. I’m on the student council. I know everything. Edward Westbrook was quite a big case for us. He had a bad reputation at school, bullying other students and in those businesses. Most importantly, he was stupid. His academic results were so pathetic that I wanted to cry. Here, you can see it for yourself.”

Blaise turned the monitor to Draco and his eyes quickly scanned his data. His jaw dropped and he looked at Blaise, brows knitted together, “But, Blaise. The test results show that he’s at the top now. I’m number two.”

“Hm, really now?” Blaise clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, resting back in his chair. He looked at his friend, who wore a solemn face.

“Draco, you’re a genius. You can solve this like a detective.” Blaise grinned, liking the idea.

“You’re a moron, Blaise.”

“Well, you can't accept that someone else was beating you, and you're going to find all the information about them.”

“Ugh, shut up.” Draco rolled his eyes. “I need to see the president. Maybe he knows something. Is he here?” 

Blaise shook his head, “Nope. He has practice.”

Draco promptly looked at his friend, “Oh, he was on the football team, too?”

Draco titled his head when Blaise laughed, finding no humour in his words. Blaise looked at his friend with amusement, “You seriously need to pay attention to our school.”

Looking at his friend’s confused face, Blaise sighed, “Draco, are you daft? He’s the captain.”

“C–Captain? There’s no way he’s the captain. Isn’t Harry Potter the captain of our football team?”

“Draco,” sighed Blaise. “Our president is Harry Potter. What do you expect?”

“H–How come I didn't know about this? Where’s the old president? Richard Park?”

“He had already gone to a school abroad, so Harry Potter was chosen as president. Do you know Potter’s family? The one who owns half of this school? Their one and only son was Harry Potter, so he was picked to become the president. Not that I'm complaining; he’s a good president.”

“How could I have missed all of this?”

“You’ve been cau—.”

“Don’t say it, I know. But I can’t believe it.”

“You'd better do—hey! Where are you going?!”

Draco stopped on his track in the hallway and ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't believe it. He took a deep breath and continued with his agenda, going to the Headmaster’s office. As soon as he arrived, he knocked on the door.

He entered when he received permission and sat in front of the Headmaster, “Good afternoon, Professor.”

“Young Malfoy!” greeted Professor Lupin, looking from what Draco could see were papers. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Professor,” answered Draco, trying his best to appear polite and forced a smile. “And you?”

“I’m doing as best as possible for someone my age, young lad.” The headmaster smiled. “I hope your tutor session is going well so far.”

"It is rather going well, Professor," said Draco, taking a deep breath before he continued, “Actually, there’s something I want to ask you about.”

“What is it?” asked the older man. "I will help you as best I can."

“Thank you, Professor. I would like to ask about a student named Edward Westbrook,” began Draco, pausing to see the Headmaster’s reaction. He got nothing so he continued, “I believe this student has been expelled from school and this recent test, this student’s name is claiming number one. So, I'm wondering how he's number one when he’s been expelled,” Draco finished, biting his inner cheek and looking at the Headmaster expectantly.

The Headmaster sighed and looked at Draco, “Your point is?”

Draco placed a hand on his chest, hoping it would calm his heart, before he asked, “I just want to ask if the student council president, Harry Potter, used this student’s name to hide his identity. And on top of that, did he use Edward Westbrook’s academic results to get me as his tutor?”