Three Cheers for Fucking Love

*im so sick of mySelf, RaTher be rather bE, AnyonE anyoNe elsE-

Oh you're here. Ok. This is Sarcastic drama Queen and Daddy's Bitchboy being professors at Hogwarts.

Harry meets a guy in a bar.

Idk. Read it.

Love you guys!

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-SB

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Draco was sifting through paper after paper while his students worked on their homework. He sighed and rested his forehead in his hand, using the other one to scribble down markings on the essays. Did these children not listen to anything he said?

"Hey Malfoy."

Draco looked up, correcting his posture. It was Potter standing in the doorway.

"Yes?"

"A word."

Draco stood and scribbled a few things on the board.

"When you lot are done with the homework you can read and annotate these pages."

Brief nods or words of recognitions rustled through the room, and Draco left, shutting the door behind him.

"Yes Potter?" He asked, crossing his arms. Potter was in an untucked collared red shirt, with black slacks and a black tie. His robes touched the floor, definitely not quite as fit as they should be. Draco smiled at that, the messiness of Potter.

"Have you heard about these fights going on between the students? Two of yours and three of mine keep getting into fights."

Draco shrugged, "Why not give them detention?"

"They aren't bothered by it. I'd like you to scare the shit out of them." He said, looking up at me.

"Why me?"

"You scare everybody."

"So does Minerva."

"Ok fair enough but she's small."

"You're small Potter."

"That's the bloody point you numbskull!" Harry hissed.

Somebody knocked on the glass behind him and Draco opened the door. Sylvia, one of his best students looked at him, her yellow and black tie loose around her neck.

"Can I use the bathroom professor?"

"Go quick. No dilly dallying." Draco said. She nodded and rushed down the hall. He shut the door and turned back to Potter.

"Minerva won't freak them out she'll just do the stern face thing and punish them. I want you to scare the ever living Christ out of them. And you do that with your presence. Hell all you have to do is scowl and the whole castle stops to make sure it's not out of line."

"You've defeated Voldemort. Twice." Draco hissed, pitching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

"Well that isn't good enough for them. 6 foot tall blonde maniacs however…."

"I'm six, six." Draco said with a smirk.

"Fuck off Malfoy."

Draco snickered. "I'll help you, how do you know when they'll fight next?"

"Sixth years talk way too loud for their own good."

Draco nodded and walked back into class.

***

"I'll help you, how do you know when they'll fight next?"

Harry sighed and smiled, looking Draco up and down. He was in a tightly cropped black vest, with a pine green collared shirt under it. Black slacks and a black tie, with a pine green pocket square.

'Too dark.' Harry thought to himself. Draco's robes fit him perfectly and draped over his broad shoulders. He seemed to be able to make anything look pristine. A gold watch was strapped to his wrist.

Harry smiled again, "sixth years talk way too loud for their own good."

Draco nodded in understanding, turning to walk back into his classroom.

Harry continued down the hallways to the DADA classroom.

***

"Excuse me!" Draco's loud voice broke through the crowd as a young black haired slytherin slammed a Gryffindor boy into a wall. When the girl heard her head of house she stumbled back, working to fix her robes. The gryffindor pounced, trying to grab her hair, she hexed him, sending him stumbling back into the wall again. He yelped.

"Was I not heard!?"Draco's voice was commanding, and boomed down the hallways.

"Professor I-"

"No excuses Miss Levit, I'm extremely disappointing." She looked upset at that, and walked to face him.

"And as for you." Draco seethed at the boy. "If you lay your hands on a young girl again like that, I won't stop her from hexing you"

"But-"

"No." Draco hissed. "These are young ladies, unless she was actively murdering you, you have no right to try and hit her. Do you understand me?" Draco towered over him. He gulped and nodded.

"And As for those of you here watching, next time you do instead of getting a professor, you'll get twice the detention the fighters get. Understand?"

The children all seemed to shrink under his gaze. Most of them nodded or scrambled away.

"Professor?" Jamie Livet, the girl from the fight, mumbled.

"Yes?" He asked, facing her.

"I'm sorry. He made fun of my family."

Draco dropped to a crouch, looking her in the eye.

"Do you not think people make fun of my family?" He asked.

"No I'm sure they do." She said quietly.

"Have you ever seen me hit someone because of something they said?"

"No." She said quietly.

"That is because words said behind a persons back are cowardly. And even if they are said to a persons face, they are simply an attempt at a reaction. What happens when you hit him for saying those things?"

"He gets attention." She said quietly.

"Exactly love. Now run along to class."

"You aren't giving me detention?"

"You acknowledged what you did wrong, why would I punish you for that?"

"I guess you wouldn't." She said.

He smiled and patted her shoulder, walking back to his classroom.

***

Harry walked in to Malfoy practically drowning in paperwork. He had students homework and tests and annotated notes piled in high stacks, and staff and job forms in other stacks, all piling over the desk.

"Glad I'm not the only one suffering." Harry laughed.

"You haven't got a clue Potter." Malfoy sighed. He scribbled something on a piece of paper. "I swear to god it's a wonder some of these kids are still alive what with their answers on this potions exam."

Harry laughed. Draco stood up and the former had to admire him. A black suit, of course, but it was unbuttoned to reveal suspenders, tight against his dueling-toned chest. Draco dropped his robes and peeled out of the suit jacket, then clipped his robes back on.

"Bloody hot in here sometimes." Draco mumbled, sitting on his desk. "What's up Potter?"

"Nothing in particular. I was bored."

"Oh." He walked over to the door and peaked out into the hall. He looked both ways and then shut the door.

"How much time do you have til your next class?" He asked with a small smirk on his lips, digging around in his desk.

"About half an hour. Why?"

Draco pulled a bottle of fire whiskey out of his desk, along with two shot glasses.

***********(// I know what you dirty mother fuckers were thinking. Don't think I didn't //)*************

"You-" Harry laughed out loud. "You just keep whiskey in your drawers?!"

"Well yeah. Gotta have a little fun when things are slow. I do hope you can hold your alcohol though, I won't sub for you if you can't."

"Real kind."

Draco poured two glasses and handed one to Harry.

They both downed the drinks and Draco used a cleaning charm before sticking them back in his drawer.

"I remember school you know." Draco laughed. "If you'd have told me four years ago that you and I would be teaching together in our twenties I would've called you a madman. Yet here we are."

Harry laughed too, perching himself on one of the student desks. He looked at Draco. Smiling suited him.

"Guess our lives didn't exactly pan out how we'd thought" Harry said.

"Guess not."

"Well we'd better get ready for class then."

***

Harry had drunken too much. Way too much. He knew it was stupid, but he hadn't been to a club in so long, and the humid air and flashing lights and sexy songs had dogged his decisions making. He was just stumbling along a mass of drunken strangers, all blurry and out of focus even with his glasses.

He felt himself led to a corner, a dark part of the room. He grinded against someone who was just as, if not more wasted than himself.

The stranger kissed the hollow of his throat, made his gasp, and deep within his subconscious he knew it was stupid, but he couldn't help it. It felt so good, so fucking good to be pressed so close, to have so little remorse. He moaned as the man's hand slipped under his shirt, his thumbs sliding across his nipples.

Harry sagged against the man and grabbed his hands, pushing them to his waistband.

He never would have been this bold in any normal, non drunken scenario. But the way this man touched him, in was intoxicating. He couldn't help it when he pressed closer, kissing down the v in the man's unbuttoned shirt. He wanted this random person to take him home, lay him down, take every inch of him and leave him begging for more.

"Fuck." He gasped. He grabbed the man by his collar and jerked him to his level. "Take me home." He rasped. The man chuckled, grabbing his waist and wrapping the backs of Harry's knees around his hips. Harry groaned. The stranger held him by his arse, pressing him against the wall as they kissed. He felt air blowing over their faces And knew they'd apparated to the guys house. Harry looks around at the pretty decorations, his head swam and the house rocked, the man stumbled to his bed, and tossed Harry down. The man began tearing Harry's clothes off.

'Stop it, you're too bloody drunk. You'll hate yourself in the morning' his subconscious pleaded with him.

He considered it until the man's lips were sucking and biting at his neck, and every last thought the liquor hadn't blurred was thrown out the window. He moved with this man, helping him undress.

When they were both naked Harry's mind swam more, his heart slammed in his chest and he gasped. Only fragments remained in his conscious mind as the alcohol drowned out any thought of stopping.

'Oh my god he's touching me'

'Fingers-god'

'He's inside me- fuck'

'Oh god that feels good'

'Fuck I'm coming'

'Oh god he's coming apart'

'Oh'

And then black as Harry passed out from the exhaustion before he could even spell away the mess.

***

Fuck.

That's the first thing Harry thought when he woke up, bright rays of sun seeping through cracked curtains.

And then he looked over at the man from last night. And then the panic set in.

"Oh…..I'm so fucked." He croaked.

Because it wasn't a stranger.

It was Draco fucking Malfoy, naked and sleeping right next to him, his body covered with nothing but a couple blankets.

Harry sat up and looked forward, putting his head between his knees in an attempt to get rid of the hangover headache, and the impending anxiety attack.

"Potter?"

And Harry looked back at Draco who was wide eyed.

And they both started laughing hysterically.

"Oh my god we are so fucking stupid." Harry rasped.

"God you felt good last night." Draco said with a smirk. "Impressive for a Gryffindor."

"God you- you were amazing too." Harry said, reddening a little.

"I think I got a little obsessed over your hips." He said quietly.

I looked down at the bruises and bite marks all over my hips and thighs.

"I taste that good huh?"

"God you do." He whispered softly. He looked down at the gold watch on his wrist, the only thing he was wearing. "We have another hour til class." He said quietly.

Harry bit his lip at the look Draco was giving him. They had made a drunken decision to fuck, this wasn't going to be the same thing. This was a conscious awareness, and somehow that was scarier.

"Unless you want to forget this ever happened-"

"Let me ride you." Harry moaned softly, crawling on hands and knees across the bed.

"Oh god." Draco choked.

***

(Changed the POV just this once for the spice🌶)

"Christ, yeah that's amazing." He whispered, looking up at me. My arms were clasped behind his head my legs were straddling his waist on my knees. I rolled my hips and felt him go deeper. His hands gripped my hips mercilessly, and he kissed my chest as I worked on him.

"God." He groaned. "Keep going." He nosed his way up to the junction between my shoulder and neck, and began kissing and biting me there, holding on to me tight.

Only when I'd crawled on top of him did I realize just how different our sizes were. He was tall and muscled and I was lean and short. And yet we seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

I sifted my hands through his hair, pressing my lips to his forehead once before pressing my own forehead against his. He groaned and thrust up into me. I moaned and kept going.

"Jesus Christ do that again." He whispered in my ear, his lips dipping to the hollow of my throat.

I came first, my entire body shuddering at the force of my orgasm, he followed shortly after, and we collapsed in a heap of sweat and exhaustion.

"I'm not going to be able to think about a damn thing but this for the rest of the day." He sighed into my sweaty neck. I laughed, carding my hands through his hair.

"You are bloody brilliant you know. And gorgeous. And those hips…."

"What is it and your obsession with hips?"

"You're hips." He corrected, "and they fit perfectly in my hands. I love it. You're beautiful."

I blushed. It was ridiculous, we'd just fucked and the compliments on my body made me flustered.

"You're not so bad yourself." I said with a smile.

"Wait. Harry."

'Harry?!?!?!' My mind gasped.

"Huh?"

"Today is Saturday." He said quietly.

***

I was laying on top of his, his arms running up and down my body. I rolled over, slipping into the crook of his arm. He rolled too, spooning me into him.

"You're bloody brilliant." He whispered in my ear.

I blushed and I pulled his hand to my waist. He groaned softly.

"God you're weird." I laughed.

-(//////////////*ok maybe I'm sticking with first person because I like it more just leave me alone*///////////)-

"What?"

"Of all the things to think are sexy, you like hips."

"Your hips." He murmured, running the tip of his finger over the curve of my waist.

I sighed in contentment and rested back against him. He stopped with his hands.

"Keep going." I said quietly. His fingers traced patterns all over my stomach, thighs and waist. He grinned as he held me, I could feel his smile on the back of my neck.

"Gorgeous." He mumbled.

"Quit just saying that."

"I'm not just saying it." He whispered, kissing my nape and slipping a hand between my thighs. He was teasing me. "You really are beautiful."

"No one else has ever said that."

"Well I really hope no one else has had you the way I just did." He said. I blushed. "Have they?"

"I've had sex Draco. But…. Not like that. That was brilliant."

Another smile, another kiss. Another quietly murmured "beautiful."

"They're blind if they can't see it. I can see it with the tip of my finger. You're built like an angel. You're stunning Harry."

"We've fucked three times. Isn't this a little fast."

"If you are uncomfortable I can move, or stop talking about it. Or-"

"No!" I turned back around to face him. His hand rested over my ribs. "I don't want that. It just seems like it's a smart- well no. No I guess I don't want that."

He grinned, tucking my hair behind my ear.

****

Draco walked back around, turning to the board and scribbling a new note as he lectured about the uses and problems behind wolfsbane.

"It's useful for sure, but it's not a very easy potion to test. I mean think about it. If you brew your potion wrong, that's a man's life being put in harms way. So naturally a lot of stress comes with it."

Jane, a young seventh year slytherin, raised her hand.

"Why can't we just test it on bad people?" She asked.

"You mean werewolves that are problematic to society?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," she nodded, "like criminals and stuff."

"It's a good idea, but there aren't very many. Funny as it is, most werewolves aren't that bad. And I'd they are, they're too smart to get caught."

Lots of nods, as children scribbled things down in their notebooks.

*** (never mind again bitches back to different povs. Just assume it's going to switch without warrant.)

***

Harry flung a light paralyzing hex at the boy in front of him. He rolled his wrist and deflected it back.

"Very good Todd! Much much better form." He said with a smile. The boy got in the back of the line, and the next girl came up.

Harry flicked the hex at the girl, and while she was a bit off balance, she managed to deflect the spell, if not a bit messily.

"Good, very good!Just make sure your arm is straight next time!"

"Yes professor." She said, smiling to herself and going to the back.

****

Draco slammed me against the wall, trying to get my tie over my head.

I groaned into his kiss, helped him out of his shirt.

He flung a window darkening charm art the door, and the light stopped shining through.

"Rather not traumatize our students." He said against my neck.

"Yeah." I breathed.

"We got fifteen minutes, that long enough?"

I grinned. "I don't know. Is it?"

***

I straightened my tie. Draco checked his watch.

"We've got two minutes." He said with a smile. "And you've got the worst case of sex hair I've ever seen."

I attempted to smooth it down, but that obviously wasn't helping, so I just used a charm.

"Much better." Draco mused.

***

Draco smacked down in his seat with a goblet and a plate of food.

"You look upset." I said with a laugh.

"I am upset." He mumbled. "Half my kids failed their potions exam."

"Oh. That's….a bit too bad."

"I let them use their notes."

"Oh…"

"I told them what they needed to write in those notes to get an A."

"Oh…."

"I hate those fuckers. Halloween comes round and nobody pays their classes any attention. Pisses me off." He drank from his cup and stuffed his face with chicken.

"You poor dear." I snickered, nibbling on my steamed veggies. The costume I had underneath my robes and suit was getting ridiculously itchy.

"Should have put it on after dinner." I mumbled.

"Sorry?" He said, wiping his hands and mouth.

"Oh… nothing. I- it's…nothing."

"Alright then." He said with a glint in his eye. He was curious.

"I'll tell you later."

"Lovely."

***

(Couple hours earlier)

"Welcome in!" A woman in the front yells. She walks up to me, and I'm blushing already.

"Hello love! How are you?"

"Great thanks. I uh-" my cheeks are burning. "I'm looking for something to screw with my boyfriend. He hates Halloween."

"Ah. I see. Are you trying to trick him into liking it? Cause with that body it shouldn't be to hard."

Scorching. My face was on fire. "Uh….. yeah I guess? He-"

"So what wer- oh no go on dear."

"He….likes my hips. And my thighs. I guess. I don't know how to do this." The burning spread from my cheeks to my chest, flushing up my neck.

"That's alright love! We all have some embarrassment our first time. But to be honest, the chances of you ever seeing me in public are pretty slim, so your sex life is safe within these walls."

She was teasing me, and I managed a garbled laugh.

She led me to a curtained room and told me to wait, I did, for about five minutes, before she returned. He arm shoved through the curtains with a handful of lace dangling from her fingers.

"Try these on! And let me know if you need help!"

"I-uh. Ok." I said.

The first outfit was a corset with garters, which wasn't that appealing to me.

The next was a chest piece that attached around my waist. But again, it didn't flatter me.

The one after that was a choker that strapped over my shoulders and clipped to a harness that had tight constricts on my arms and legs.

Too BDSM-y for my liking.

The last one was a mesh top with garters, which I didn't like much more.

"Any of those good love?"

"I don't think any of them flatter me very well."

"Alright! I'll grab something else babe! Just hand me those."

She came back with even more in her arms, and stuffed them through the curtains.

I went through the same process, and was halfway through the outfits, when she stuffed her arms back in, a box in view.

"Try these babe."

I pulled the box open and slid into the outfit.

I looked in the mirror and gasped.

Draco was going to worship Halloween like Jesus after this.

"This is perfect!!" I hollered.

"I thought it would be. You can keep it on and just put clothes over top if you want, I'll ring you up right here."

I did what she said and paid outside the curtain.

***

Draco was slouched at his desk, the light from his curtains spilling in over the living room. A cookie and tea tray sat vacant on the side table. He scribbled notes fast and messy. He looked exhausted.

"You alright love?" I asked in the doorway. The lingerie robe I had on draped over my shoulders to the floor. I waited for him to look up and drop his jaw. He didn't.

"No. I hate grading papers." He mumbled, grabbing a red pen and scribbling things down. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong. I try to explain it to them, I give them notes and field trips and learning space and homework. And they still bloody fail, and it's all because they're too busy worshipping this stupid fucking Holliday."

"Maybe I can help you with the stress…." I said slyly, leaning against the doorway. My outfit was visible through the mesh robe, it's fluffy sleeves cascading off my wrists to the floor.

"No that's ok love. You've got enough on your plate."

"No I said…. Maybe I can help you with the stress." I said again, exaggerating as I leaned backwards, arching my throat.

"I know babe. It's alright."

I glared at him. "Maybe you should take a break."

"Yeah sorry love I just gotta-" he looked up, met my eyes. His jaw hit the floor just like I'd wanted. His eyes fell on my shoulders first, the robe. Then they trailed down to the rest of the ensemble.

Tight lacy underwear that sat high on my hip bones and were connected to a belt that strapped around my bare waist, keeping the lace from slipping down. There was a skirt to pull over it all.

He looked up, down, back up, down again, all the way to my hair, and down to my toes.

"Is this early Christmas?"

"No it's my Halloween costume. I'm seducing you into liking Halloween more."

"It's bloody working." He croaked, stumbling from his chair to meet me in the middle.

"Ah ah ah." I said, holding up my hands. "I have conditions?"

"Conditions?! What the fuck does that mean?!"

"It means that I'm setting conditions this holiday, you can for thanksgiving."

"That means you get Christmas."

"Of course I do, I deserve it, and besides you get New Years."

"But you get Valentine's Day."

"You'll get pride."

"But-"

"Are you going to complain or hear my conditions to railing me?"

"Both…"

"Pick one damnit"

"Two." He sighed.

"Condition one-"

"There's several?!"

"Condition. One. I'm the dom."

"WHAT?!"

"I'm in control. Of everything we do. You do nothing without my approval."

He rolled his eyes. "You're gonna get it on thanksgiving."

"Condition two. You cant only tear this outfit if you buy me a new one."

"Deal."

"Condition three. You have to take care of me."

"I always-"

"I mean shower, food, and making sure I'm comfy."

"So you want me to treat you like a king for a night?"

"Is that wrong?" I asked. A little self conscious.

"Not at all…" he looked me up and down again. "I can't wait"

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