Warnings: Public sex, domxsub, Dom!Draco, Sub!Harry, horribly written don't hate me
Edited September 2023

The new Muggle History professor, Haljander, was not nearly as exciting as his name. It was almost as much of a disappointment to hear that the exotic name was pronounced "Hall-Gander" as it was to hear him teach his first lesson. Every day, students would attend the class with groans of agony. Even Hermione Granger didn't approve of him- 'Even I can't focus when he drawls on about what contracts are. We have contracts in the wizarding world! We know what they are!'

So when the second day of class he assigned seats, people were even more pissed. He'd intentionally seated everyone next to someone in a different house to prevent chatter and promote 'focused work'.

That was how Harry ended up next to Draco Malfoy.

It was still weird, having to express dislike for someone that in private he called his lover, but they had years of practice. Of hating each other, not secretly fucking behind all of their friend's backs.

"Potter," Draco drawled, collapsing down into his seat next to Harry.

"Malfoy," Harry shot back, making a show of pretending to scoot further away from the blond when, in reality, he really shifted closer.

"I trust you won't let your idiocy rub off on me during this one class?" Draco snarled, bringing out his parchment and quill and slamming them down.

"I'm sure any idiocy I have just bounces off your hair gel. It's like a helmet, isn't it?"

Draco's eyes narrowed and Harry had to fight down his grin. Draco no longer wore his hair like that- hardly put any gel in it at all, actually, but he still got mad whenever Harry brought up his first and second year look, even six years later.

Haljander started to speak, cutting off whatever retort Draco had, about America and how it was founded. Harry wondered how in the world this had anything to do with them, considering America was across the fucking ocean, and ten minutes into note-taking he was already dead bored.

Harry jumped when he felt a hand press against his knee, looking over at Draco, but he was staring studiously ahead as if he actually cared, nodding along and jotting down notes. Presuming Draco was just bored and touching Harry because he liked physical contact, Harry pressed his knee back against Draco's palm lightly as he made a new bullet point.

"In 1492, a ship discovered land that we now call America," Haljander drawled, underlining '1492', which Harry copied down into his notes.

Harry shivered slightly as Draco's hand moved, grazing up the inside of Harry's knee before latching lightly onto the bit of thigh just above it, Draco's fingers swirling gentle patterns onto the inside of his thigh.

Harry nonchalantly checked behind them, praising everything higher above that the one row of desks directly behind them were empty.

As class went on, every time Draco shifted his weight or went to put more ink on his quill, his hand drifted just a bit higher. Harry had thought it was an accident and kept his mouth shut, resigning to his notes, but a firm squeeze in the midsection on his thigh told him that Draco made no mistakes.

He'd told him that himself near the beginning of their relationship. "Everything I do is with anticipation of something ahead of it," he'd said, sticking his nose up. "Even mistakes have a goal of their own."

Harry supposed it was Draco's way of telling Harry to pay attention to the things he did so he wouldn't be as surprised, but Harry was always surprised anyway.

"Malfoy," Harry warned, his voice low as he tried to pry his boyfriend's hand off his thigh without drawing attention to them, but Draco's fingertips dug into his flesh almost painfully and Harry was forced to retreat. "Whatever you're thinking, Malfoy-"

Draco grunted noncommittally, waving him off with his quill hand, simply gliding his hand up further, pressing his fingertips into Harry's thighs and tracing small patterns on the sensitive insides of them.

Despite Harry's panic about getting caught and what Draco was going to do, he could feel the arousal sitting in a heavy pool in the pit of his stomach like a hot iron. The heat spiked even more when Draco's hand drifted up, his pinky tucked in the crease between Harry's thigh and the physical embodiment of his steadily growing arousal.

Harry knew Draco always got what he wanted, be it through forcefully taking it or Harry giving in, and this time, Draco 'taking it' would be far too obstructive and would probably get them caught, so with one last glance around the room to make sure that no one was looking at them and double checking that there was no one behind them, he dejectedly pulled his chair closer to the desk. His chair scraped against the stone floor, but no one bothered a glance in his direction.

"You're spoiled," Harry growled under his breath. Draco just smirked, still staring ahead.

Despite his knuckles pressing firmly into the side of Harry's erection, for some reason, Draco refused to move. He'd bring his hand away to rub at the inside of Harry's thigh, squeeze the flesh, and then return to doing absolutely nothing with his prick. Harry wanted to die.

He tried to thrust his hips forward slightly, but Draco's hand moved with him, still tracing absent shapes with his fucking fingers. "Draco-" Harry's voice was low with warning, but again, Draco only smirked.

Chatter in the classroom was starting to pick up in whispers and Haljander had given up on trying to keep them quiet, though his lesson went on. Harry was slightly relieved, as it allowed him and Draco room for error, but also unbelievably frustrated because it meant Draco could lean over and whisper in his ear.

"You try and act like a top sometimes," he whispered, his breath hot as it fanned over Harry's ear, making him shudder. "It's cute," Draco added, as if conceding, and then quickly added, "in a pathetic way. We both know you beg me to fuck you raw every night."

"Fuck off," Harry snarled under his breath, thrusting his hips forward slightly- and that time, Draco's hand removed itself entirely.

"Is that how you treat a superior, Potter?" Draco tutted, leveling his maliciously glinting silver eyes with Harry's lust-blown ones. "Clearly you've forgotten, so let me remind you. If you want something you ask nicely. And if I refuse..." Draco's smirk came back. "You beg."

Harry grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. "Malfoy-"

Draco cut him off with a soft tut. "You sound angry. Try again."

Harry took a few deep breaths to settle himself, fingers twitching around his quill. "Draco, please."

"Please what?" Draco examined his nails, looking bored.

"Malfoy-"

"Mm?"

"Get me off," Harry grunted, voice low and shameful as he stared down at the notes he'd taken. They were scarce- he'd definitely have to copy off of Hermione later.

"For all the trouble you've given me... No. I want you to beg," Draco replied easily, his tone nothing short of cruel. Had they not been in class and dating, Harry would have throttled him.

"Tough luck," Harry bit out, trying to refocus on his notes, but his lust was making him lose focus. He could feel himself straining against his trousers, his heartbeat in his ears, the pleasure he got just from shifting in his feet.

He held off for as long as he could- which, shamefully, wasn't any longer than a few minutes.

"Fine," he hissed, half-turning towards Draco. "I'm sorry, please, I'm going to go fucking mad if you don't." Harry added another please, just for good measure.

Draco glanced over at Harry, feigning indifference. "If I don't do what?" He asked, though he fiercely grabbed at Harry's thigh under the desk again, digging his nails into Harry's skin. "What do you want me to do?"

Harry's breath came out stuttering and he looked around the room again. People were still whispering to their table partners or forcing themselves to pay attention to Haljander. No one had spared them a glance so far.

Harry slouched down further, mumbling, "Make me cum, please, Draco."

Draco smirked, finally relenting and moving his hand up to Harry's groin, finally undoing Harry's flies and slipping his hand under the waistband, teasing the quivering skin before drifting his hand lower and lower still until finally wrapping his hand around the base of Harry's cock, giving a firm squeeze that made a shudder run through his body.

"Good," Draco mused, almost to himself, but it was a bit louder than he'd intended and Haljander turned, shooting a glare at the two of them. Harry froze, and was ever so grateful that the front of the desk had a solid front.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, if you'd so kindly refrain from having conversations during my class, that would be wonderful. Unless you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

Harry's traitor prick throbbed aggressively under the stares of the entire class and their professor. "N-No, sorry professor."

"Indeed, my apologies," Draco added in a low drawl, smirking when the professor turned and began to speak about some sort of constitution something or other. "Hear that Potter?" Draco leaned over, his grin malicious as he gave a long, slow but firm tug to Harry's prick. "No noises."

Harry stifled a whimper in his throat, making Draco snicker softly as Harry tucked his chin to his chest in an attempt to stop any noise from escaping. Draco pressed his finger into the sensitive underside of Harry's crown, grinning when Harry's prick jumped eagerly at the pressure.

"Feel good, Potter?" Draco mused under his breath, teasing the slit and massaging the head, watching as the entirety of Harry fell apart in just one of his hands. Harry nodded stiffly, exhaling sharply as his lower lip trembled with the force of not making any noise.

"I didn't hear you," Draco mocked, leaning in closer to Harry.

"Y-Yes," Harry hissed, wincing when Draco squeezed the head of his prick again, pressing his fingers expertly into the vein that ran underneath that made his legs twitch. "F-Feels good."

"Good boy," Draco crooned softly, slowly rocking his fist and finally allowing Harry to slightly thrust his hips into his grasp.

Harry gasped quietly, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on his already swollen lips, doing his best to keep his voice stifled.

For some reason, the tense situation made Harry that much more sensitive, and didn't didn't take any more than a few minutes to feel his abdomen and thighs tense up, hips thrusting firmly into Draco's hand as he slammed his head down into his arms. He let out a muffled sob, biting down on the flesh of his arm to keep himself silent as his body jerked erratically with his orgasm, smearing Draco's fingers with cum. Harry whispered Draco's name to himself on repeat as the grinding of his hips stuttered to a stop, his cock still throbbing but no longer coming over Draco's fingers.

Draco withdrew his hand, casting a cleaning charm with one quick, fluid motion and moving both his hands up above his head with a stretch, acting nonchalant while Harry buried his head in his arms, shoulders shaking slightly with each breath.

Harry finally turned his head to glare at Draco, who merely smirked down at him.

"If I knew you'd cum like that, I would've gotten you off during class more often."

"You better fucking not."