Harry awoke confused the next morning, not quite registering where he was. Then, he realized he was in the sitting room of he and Malfoy's living quarters, and his robes had been placed on top of him. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head and realized he had to have a piss.

He stood up and rushed towards he and the blond Slytherin's private restroom, and stepped inside as the door had been cracked open. As he messed with the zip on his trousers, he heard a startled gasp and turned to find Draco Malfoy staring back at him, having just stepped from the shower.

A dark green towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, and his blond hair was darker due to the water. It was also slightly dripping down his shoulders, and Harry found himself rather fascinated by one water droplet that fell from Malfoy's bangs, and then stopped at his collarbone momentarily before slipping down his pale, scarred chest and over his pink, risen nipple.

"Ahem," the blond muttered, and Harry then came to his senses and realized he was staring. He blushed, caught the wizard's eyes for a moment, and then realized his hand was still on his zip.

"I didn't know you were in here." The dark-haired wizard with hair even messier than usual claimed, turning around as a fiercer blush tinted his cheeks.

"Didn't know I was in here? Potter, the bloody door was closed!" Malfoy exclaimed, feet still in place as he stared at the wizard who looked so different without ridiculous, rounded glasses covering his face.

"It was opened a crack. I thought- I'm sorry, but I have to have a piss. Can we just pretend this didn't happen?" Harry asked, cheeks still burning.

"You're still in here. It happened." The blond muttered, but hurried past him so Harry could have a piss in private. Once he'd stepped from the room, he considered invading the Gryffindor professor's privacy like he had done to him, but decided against it, as he didn't much fancy seeing whatever Potter was packing below.

He heard the toilet flush, and decided it was safe to reenter the restroom as he watched Potter wash his hands. Once he'd dried them, he left the restroom and Draco was left with a pink tint of his own covering his cheeks, noticing his towel had slipped only slightly, but enough to reveal the  inward curves of his thighs, leading towards his own private parts.

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Breakfast was awkward for both of the wizards that morning, as well as the rest of the day that followed. At meals, they avoided conversation unless absolutely necessary, and later that night, Harry went to bed without muttering a word towards the blond.

As Draco would usually like this silence that was coming from the Gryffindor's lips, he found that this was rather unnerving. He wished desperately that he wouldn't have walked in on him that morning, and even if he had, that at least Draco would just stay put in the shower until Potter was done. He laid in bed that night on his back, gazing at the top of his four poster bed distractedly.

What was going on with him?

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It was Friday, and therefore the first installment of the all new Dueling Club, presented by Professors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The students chatted through the corridors excitedly, awaiting their afternoon classes to end so they could go to join the club.

The club itself consisted of multiple higher years, and a select few second years. First years had been prohibited from joining, but that didn't seem to stop Madeline Morgan, Terry Belski, and Issac Warren from witnessing it from behind a pillar.

On the stage, the two professors stood side by side, robes removed and instead in pairs of black trousers, white dress shirts, and vests with ties representing their house colors. Maddy found it kind of cute the way they were dressed so similarly, and it appeared that Professor Malfoy's hair wasn't as neatly kept as it had been earlier in the day, leading the three first years to wonder just what had gone on.

"Good evening everyone, and welcome to our first installment of the Dueling Club." Harry spoke, and the students' voices roared approvingly. "Professor McGonagall has put us here to help you and your fellow peers to learn to cope with rather intense feelings in healthy ways. I know, the irony of it."

"During Dueling Club hours, the Great Hall has been further enchanted to prevent any of you with fresh ideas from using despicable curses or hexes against your peers. Still, we believe this could help you greatly. To start, Professor Potter and I will show you a few simple statures to become aware of whilst dueling an opponent." Maddy watched as the two professors stood back to back, wands outstretched in front of them, and took a few steps forward.

"What you have just witnessed is how most civil duels begin. However, the probability of you and an opponent dueling civilly is kind of unlikely." Harry claimed, and there were a few small chuckles that came from the upperclassmen who were most likely recalling Harry and Draco's duel in second year.

"This being said, we'll show you some ways that an opponent could surprise you... Such like this!" Draco struck his wand forward, muttering a charm under his breath that caused Harry's glasses to fly from his face.

Harry faced the blond, now seeing things blurry, and frowned as he knelt down to attempt to find his discarded glasses. Draco remained standing, a slightly shocked look on his face as he hadn't expected his wand to do anything against Harry Potter. Perhaps his wand had been upgraded slightly, for Dueling Club purposes only.

When he refocused, a student was holding the glasses out to the Slytherin dueling professor, and he took them gently before tapping on Harry's shoulder. The messy-haired wizard turned around, frustrated for looking like such a tool in front of the student body, and took the glasses gratefully, placing them back on his face and stood.

When he came up, he was a bit closer to Draco than he meant to be, and so his hand brushed against the front of the blond's trousers by accident, and he flushed, stepping back quickly, and in the process toppling off the stage, shouting a "bugger" as he fell.

The dark haired wizard climbed back onto the stage, and Draco had a nervous smirk on his face. He turned to face the audience, and scowled.

"As you can see, Potter's never been very good at dueling." He winked, and a few second year girls who'd pushed their way to the front swooned.

"Alright, are we actually gonna learn anything, or are the two of you just gonna keep flirting?" A voice called across the Great Hall, and the students all turned to find the three first years standing behind the pillar, eyes wide. Maddy glared at Terry, who'd shouted the phrase, and thumped him on the head.

"You idiot!" She snapped, and then turned to find Draco standing in front of her, and a blush coated her cheeks as her eyes went wide.

"Hello, Ms. Morgan. Would you like to explain to me why a couple of first years are hiding in the Great Hall while an event that they are strictly prohibited from occurs?" The blond's voice came sickly sweet, and Maddy gulped nervously.

"We- we just wanted to see what was going on. We didn't mean any harm: honest, Professor." She stuttered, and Draco rose his hand dismissively.

"I don't care for what you have to say. Because you are out and disobeying rules, I'm afraid there is a consequence that needs to take place. Thirty points from Gryffindor!" He called, and a collective disapproval from the upperclassmen was heard in protest.

Draco turned to his audience and smirked. "I'm sorry, Gryffindor, but if you can't keep your first years in line, there will be more occasions like this." He glanced back at the first years, and they bowed their heads shamefully. "Off you go!"

As the three ran from the Great Hall, Maddy tried her best to step on the bottoms of Terry's robes, angry.

"Way to go, Belski!" She snapped, and then the doors closed, and Draco made his way to the stage once more.

"Now, are there any other first years hiding amongst the bunch? Are we going to have to set up magical boundaries?" He asked, an aristocratic grin on his lips.

Harry stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head at the blond. He would have to talk to him later.