Disclaimer: Harry Potter and etc, belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. If I could only see into her mind for a day – the wonders I would see! (Jin is mine. I suppose Darren is too.)

Warnings:Non-magic, AU, Language, OOC, MALE ON MALE RELATIONSHIP(S)!!! I warned you, don't bitch to me.

Notes: This fic is non-magic, AU. It worked best this way. I completely dreamed this idea, forgot everything besides the fact that Draco looked sexy, and had to have help re-plotting it. Huge thank you's and hugs to Clover-chan for telling me what the idea was, and what it should be, and Dark Nuriko for editing and helping me make a newer, better ending. And now…the story:

A Lover's Passion

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"Passion. It's all about the passion you have inside of you. A passion for art, for life, for… love. Without passion, you shouldn't even try to be an artist."

Draco Malfoy lectured, addressing his class of art students. "You are all here because you have that passion. I've seen it myself. In your work, in yourselves. Believe me; if you didn't even have half the passion needed, you wouldn't even be sitting in this room." He paused, seemingly to gather his thoughts, but he knew exactly what he was saying.

"You have to treat your art like a lover. Of course, this is easiest with sculpture; but you have to put your passion and love into all your art, like you would with a lover." He stopped his wandering, considering the side wall of the room. Moving closer, he pressed his front against the cool wall, his face turned to most of the class, every part of him plastered to the wall.

"You have to feel it. Deep inside you. Touch it, the lines, the curves, and memorize them like you would the lines and curves of your lover." He accentuated this by running the palm of his hand up the wall, tracing his fingertips over the lines of the brick.

Only Draco Malfoy could make a wall look that sexual and turn on every single one of his students at the same time.

The sizzling sexual tension was shattered to the disappointment of everyone when the classroom door burst open, revealing a more-than-usual disheveled Harry Potter. Draco pushed himself away from the wall.

"Nice of you to finally join us Mr. Potter. Have a run-in with a tornado did we?" He asked; taking in Harry's even messier than usual hair, coffee stained white t-shirt, mud streaked leather jacket, and torn jeans. Draco was surprised. Usually Potter dressed fairly nicely. Not as well as himself of course, but not like he lived on the streets and this was his last day on earth.

"Sorry sir. Had a little bit of bad luck this morning."

"More than a little." Someone snickered in the class.

Draco ignored them. "Well, at least you showed up. You can help with my demonstration." Draco said before turning back to his other students. "New page. We'll do a more sensual pose today, so you can capture both kinds of passion; the one for art and the one for a lover."

The rustle of pages was heard as Draco walked over to a low backless couch in the center of the semi circle of easels. Stripping off his black turtle neck, Draco beckoned to Harry. "Take off your clothes Mr. Potter. They can't draw what you're wearing."

Harry blushed, but shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head anyways. Draco lay back on the couch, resting on his elbows, one knee bent up and the other stretched out. "Now. You need to put both your arms on either side of my waist, here," He placed Harry's hands where he wanted them. "Rest your knee here, between my thighs. And the other one, on the outside of my leg."

Once they both were positioned to Draco's satisfaction, he told the class to begin drawing, and to make sure they got all sides of them, or else the statue they would be making from the sketches wouldn't turn out.

The class started sketching hesitantly, thinking that Malfoy would have chosen a female from the class to help this demonstration. It just made a little more sense for a pose that was to suggest the two were lovers. Of course, they had nothing against Harry, but they were fairly certain that he and the teacher were not lovers at all, so it might be a little difficult to capture the right look and feel that was needed.

Harry too, wondered why he had been chosen for this particular pose. He could see maybe staying after class to help clean up, seeing as he had come in so late, but this was a little ridiculous. He had caught the last little bit of Draco's lesson, and definitely would have thought that someone more… female from the class would have been chosen. Like Dania. She always made it very clear that she wanted into Draco's bed. And everyone knew she had yet to succeed. But this would have been the perfect opportunity for her to volunteer to pose and to try and work her charms. But a quick glance around the room confirmed that she herself was absent today, hence why she wasn't protesting this arrangement or pouting in a corner.

"Erm, Sir?" A hesitant someone finally spoke up from the right side of the class. "Don't you… Don't you think that someone else should be used in the demonstration?"

Draco turned his head in the direction of the student. "And why would I want that, Mr. Ryden? Is there something wrong with having two males demonstrate a position that evokes passion between the two?"

"N-No, but for a traditional work…" the student trailed off.

"Why should all art be done in a traditional sense? Don't you think that gets boring? Wouldn't you want to do something new? Maybe something that might spark something, an interesting ideal or concept? Something people will be intrigued by?" Draco questioned, trying to get something out of the boy. "Very well. Since you feel so strongly about this, you can leave now. Take it home and draw your own lover in a position with another man. I'm sure you would be much happier drawing her, than Mr. Potter here."

"B-but! I-I couldn't…!" The student protested, flustered that he had so suddenly become the center of everything.

"Then leave now. If you can't do something as simple as drawing two naked – or half naked- people, then I was wrong and you shouldn't be here. Go on. Leave. And don't come back next week. I don't wish to teach you art any more. It's a waste of my time and talent." Draco spoke harshly, used to this sort of thing coming from his students in the past. The twenty-five year old was tired of it and of the way the world all thought the same. If someone had something against his methods, they could leave or suck it up and learn that things in the world of art were viewed much differently then they were in the outside world.

The highly embarrassed Mr. Ryden packed up his supplies in a quick hurry and went out the door, another student to never return. Draco sighed, and turned back to Harry. "Anyone else?" He asked.

It seemed that no one else wished to leave or to anger Draco, so the skritch scratch of pencil on paper was soon heard throughout the room. The class soon settled into its usual somber attitude it had when trying to get the subject down just right. A few even left their easels, needing to get a closer look at the way some part of them laid. They sat scattered around the couch, moving around occasionally to get a different view, barely daring to breathe lest they break the atmosphere that surrounded the two in front of them. Somewhere in between Lendron leaving, and shortly after the students started drawing, the two had fallen into the perfect look and somewhat relaxed pose that Draco had wanted them to capture. They managed to look like actual lovers, a different light shining in their eyes, they're faces mere inches apart, seemingly to have been caught in the perfect breath taking moment before a first kiss is shared. It was quite amazing the way they pulled this off, since they were two people who couldn't be further from feeling anything in a romantically sexual way for the other at all.

They had been in a school together before. Of course, they both had been students then, not teacher and student, and for 6 years of their lives they despised each other whole heartedly. Draco came from money, and while his deceased parents hadn't left him hard off, Harry had experienced that side of life in his younger years and did not appreciate it when Malfoy made it painfully obvious to several of the students in their year that you were worthless if you didn't come from money or your family didn't have any sort of power over people. Consequently, this left Harry often defending his friends, and constantly getting into fist fights with the other boy, leaving them both a little battered in the private school's infirmary.

Then, after their 6th year, Draco Malfoy had changed dramatically. He went out of his way to be nice to Harry and try to genuinely become his friend. Harry was wary of him at first, and while he was never able to fully accept this change, he became more open minded towards this new Draco – after a talking down that came from one of his best friends, Hermione, about how now he was beginning to sound like the old Draco.

Later in their 7th year, they learned that Draco's father had died – while he was in prison for fraud and embezzling. It left his mother broken hearted, and Draco himself had become a little more hardened, the money and power he had so relied upon, gone. Not wanting people to treat him the way he had previously treated others, Draco ignored them all, and kept up his image, only changing his friends, and relying on Harry more than the brunet knew. Harry sympathized with him, and became a lot nicer to him than he had before. They discovered that they actually had quite a bit in common. Like their romantic taste in people. And how it tended towards the male side of the human race.

But they had never actually felt anything towards each other. Sure, both thought the other was extremely nice to look at, and there was much teasing involved on both sides, but it never went beyond that.

They seemed to pull off looking like lovers quite well though. The students sat and drew them in their carefully held positions (Harry knew better than to move) for hours. Some decided to take liberations with their sketches, like not including the pants both indeed wore upon the couch. Others changed the torn jeans and black slacks into leather, complete with collar and leash on one, and held in the hand of the other. It made you wonder what some of them got up to in their spare time.

Harry quickly got bored after the first hour, and started to look at Draco – really look at him. Not what he'd been doing before. The soft pale skin, the clear grey eyes, the slightly pinked cheeks. So beautiful and perfect looking. Harry had to resist the urge to press his lips to Draco's, to run his hands over the smooth skin of his lightly muscled chest. He managed it, as difficult as it was, and eventually the hours passed, and students started to leave. They stopped by the couch before packing up, showing Draco their completed sketches to ensure that they had gotten everything down.

Finally it was just one student left, sitting close while she completed the details of their faces.

"How's it going, Kaliegh?" Draco asked, actually using her first name.

"…Almost got it. Could you… I know I shouldn't even ask, but… Could you maybe move your face a little closer to Harry's?"

"Is that a good idea?" He asked in response.

"Well, yes. It would be really helpful. With the way I have it; you need to be just a little bit closer to him." She explained.

"Alright." Draco said. As they were already pretty close, he moved just an inch or two closer. Instinctively, Harry leaned down, and their lips met, surprising both at the shock of the contact. They held still for a moment, before Draco pulled away.

"I didn't actually expect you to kiss him, Harry, but thanks! That was exactly what I wanted!" Kaliegh giggled, gathering up her sketch book and pencils, leaving once she had collected everything.

Finally allowed to move, Harry lifted away from Draco. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you, Draco. Just instinct I guess. Really, I'm sorry." He kept apologizing, edging off the couch to find his shirt.

"Harry." Draco put a hand on his shoulder to stop the apologies. "Harry, really, it's alright. I don't mind and you don't have to be so sorry."

Harry flushed a bright pink. "O-Okay. Um. Have you seen my shirt?"

Draco looked around. "No." He sat up, running his hand down Harry's back as he did so. "You feel tense." The blond said, scooting closer and working at the knots he felt.

Harry stiffened even more at this contact. What was Draco doing? He worried. What with the thoughts he had started having earlier, he didn't want this; he just wanted to go home.

"It's just from holding myself like that for so long. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, leaning so close, his breath tickled the back of Harry's neck. "It seems like something else is bothering you. Why were you so late?"

Harry sighed. He had sort of expected this. "Darren broke up with me. I stayed while he packed his stuff and left. I forgot I had your class today, then spilled my coffee when it was too hot. A truck splashed me while I was waiting for the light to change on the corner; then I finally got here."

"Well. There's the reason you're so tense." Draco said, digging his thumbs hard into Harry's shoulders. "Here. Lay down so I can get it properly." He moved so Harry could lie down on the couch.

Figuring he couldn't do anything but listen to the other man, Harry lay down and let Draco straddle his hips. It felt good, really nice and calming. Draco fell into the relaxed state too, and after he had worked out the knots in Harry's back, he moved his hands lower in smooth, gliding strokes. His skin was so soft, and slightly tanned. He had the urge to taste it. And he did. The blonde began pressing small soft kisses along Harry's spine, lapping at the dips in between the bones.

Harry tensed a little at the new sensation. But he soon found himself shivering, and wiggling his hips a little when it tickled near the waistband of his pants. "Mhmm… Draco… what're you doing?"

"Kissing you. All of you." The blonde replied, flipping Harry over so he could reach his stomach.

Harry sucked in his breath as the trail of kisses leading from his side stopped at his navel where Draco licked and nipped before moving to the other side, then up. The soft spots of attention continued until Draco found his way to Harry's nipple, which he then blew hotly over until it hardened into a tiny peak. He smirked, and then took it into his mouth, swiping his tongue back and forth over the tip of the peak.

Harry gasped, reaching for Draco. He tangled his fingers in the short blond hair, holding him close. Draco lifted away when he felt Harry attach himself to him.

"Patience… It'll get better." Draco promised, leaning upwards to give the dark haired man a proper kiss. Harry moaned in surprised pleasure, opening his lips just enough to give Draco room to slip his tongue in between them.

Draco dominated the kiss easily, stroking his tongue over the other man's. Sufficiently distracting Harry there, he reached between them to undo his jeans, tugging the tight denim down over his slim hips. Harry lifted his hips to help the blond ease them down his legs.

Draco's breath caught at the sight revealed. Apparently, Harry didn't always wear underwear. He growled a little at the sight of his half hard cock, then returned his attention the slender hips. He kissed down one side, to the soft inner thigh, nipping tenderly. He moved back on the couch, laving his tongue along the back of Harry's knee, causing him to shudder and jerk a little at the tickling sensation of his tongue.

"Ahhh… Dr-Draco! S-top! It tickles!" Harry spoke up, twitching in pleasure.

"Shhh. Stop jerking around. I can't do this properly if you keep moving." Draco muttered with a frown. He moved away anyways, focusing instead on the dark man's other leg. He sucked upon the flesh of his thigh, ignoring the moan that came when he once again bypassed the now straining erection.

Eventually, Draco tore his mouth away from the succulent flesh, his gaze focusing on the hard cock in front of him. Smirking lightly, he lowered his blond head over it with much encouragement from Harry. Taking just the tip of the head into his mouth, he blew lightly upon it, before running his tongue across the weeping slit.

Harry gasped, arching his back, trying to get Draco to take him further into his mouth. Draco was having none of that, and only continued to hold him down. He took his sweet time in taking the steel–like hardness into the hot warmth of his mouth, sliding it in carefully down to the base, feeling it bump gently against the back of his throat as he relaxed those muscles. Harry shuddered, feeling his cock become fully engulfed in the wet heat. Slowly, Draco pulled up and away, releasing it with a slight popping noise. He breathed over it, causing the member to twitch in unsatisfied need.

"Draco… please… don't stop now." Harry pleaded.

"I don't intend to." He promised, before bending back over the dark haired man. Truthfully, Draco wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to stop. The taste, scent and feel of Harry was so different from every other lover he'd had. It was addicting, intoxicating, and he wondered if he would ever have enough of the other man. And this was only the man's cock! Imagine the wonders those ruby red lips of his held! It was astounding, and Draco could become drunk from them alone. With this thought, the blond once again stopped his teasing licks to capture those lovely lips of Harry's, tasting all of him at once, while giving Harry a bit of a taste of himself.

"Are you ready?" The blond breathed against the shell of the other's ear. Harry nodded keenly in response, a soft "yes," passing through his lips.

Giving him another quick kiss, Draco lifted away for a moment, grabbing the hand lotion that was conveniently in his trouser pocket. Coming back over to Harry, he twisted off the lid, and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. When the slick concoction coated several of his fingers, he spread Harry's thighs wider to gain better access to the puckered little hole hidden between them.

Harry gasped at first when the slightly colder lotion touched his tight ring of muscles, but relaxed when Draco began to slowly and carefully work one finger in and out of him. Soon he was wiggled, wishing for more to fill him, and Draco added another two digits, stretching him until both were certain he was ready.

Finally, Draco took his long neglected erection in hand and spread more of the lotion thickly over it, wanting to make this as easy and painless as possible. Taking a deep breath, he guided himself to Harry's entrance, sliding in just slightly, to allow them both a moment to adjust, the feel of Draco's cock in Harry far more different than that of his fingers.

Draco set a slow rhythm at first wanting to relish all of this moment and make it last. Harry quickly had enough of that and commanded: "Move… please, faster… harder… I want you." Ending on a gasp when Draco obeyed and slammed into him, catching Harry's prostate at the same time and sending him into a mass of shaking, shivering nerves.

"Again… please, I need more of you!" Harry begged again. Draco grunted, and began a faster, harder pace, slamming into Harry's prostate with every stroke, loving the moaning, gasping and shaking man moving below him.

Remembering his own now forgotten erect member, Harry began stroking himself, tugging harder and harder at the sensitive flesh with every one of Draco's forceful thrusts into his willing body.

"Come for me." Draco whispered into the strands of dark hair against his lover's neck. Harry cried out in response, moving his hand faster as his hips bucked against Draco's. With a final tug, he released the creamy essence over his chest and Draco's, screaming the blond's name as it left him and pulled him to nirvana.

Draco quickened his pace once more as Harry's passage tightened around him, seeming to draw the cum straight from his balls. With a strangled cry of "HARRY!" Draco released into the other man, spilling it all, until he was sure there was nothing left, and collapsed atop his lover.

Panting and heavy breathing filled the air of the classroom for the next several minutes, the two artists still twined together physically and mentally. Eventually, Draco stirred just slightly to pull himself out of Harry, before flopping back down beside him. It was a little hard to do on the couch, but when Harry rolled onto his side and drew Draco to him, it was more than comfortable.

"That was…" Harry struggled to find the words to describe the act of passion that had just occurred.

"Amazing. Bloody brilliant. Definitely the best I've ever had." Draco supplied for him.

"Yes, all that and everything else wonderful." Harry replied, kissing him softly.

Draco returned the kiss. "So you see what I meant about showing the same passion in art?"

"If you could show that kind of passion in a simple piece of art, you would be a genius, pure and simple. Nothing could compare to feeling the real passion."

"True enough." Draco said, nipping softly at Harry's neck.

"Hmmm. I love that, but I don't think I have anything left after that." Harry said, leaning into the little kisses that were tingling down his spine.

"Yes, definitely more later. I don't think I could let you go after that." Draco said between mouthfuls of delicous Harry scented skin.

"Neither could I. I think I may be falling for you, Draco." Harry murmured, his eyes opening to rest on the silver grey ones before him.

"I think I may be too." Draco whispered in response, kissing him once again with that fiery passion, before drawing his lover close and drifting off to sleep for a couple hours before their next display of passion.

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It was only a short two hours later that Harry woke up from his little nap. He stretched out slowly, feeling wonderfully sore like he hadn't in a long time. Draco still lay soundly asleep next to him. Smiling, Harry brushed blond bangs out of his eyes, before slipping off the couch to find his clothing. Locating it shoved under a stool by a student's easel, he pulled his dirtied shirt back on, and grabbed his pants from underneath the couch. He was trying to find his jacket, when he heard Draco beginning to stir.

"Hey… where are you off to in such a rush?" Draco's softly sleep muffled voice asked.

"Oh. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Harry told him, blushing a tiny bit.

"So you were just going to leave and not say anything?" Draco asked, looking slightly hurt.

"Well… I , er. Yeah, I guess I was." Harry said, looking down at the ground.

The blonde frowned. "I wish you wouldn't. How about we get together tomorrow then? To discuss… this, and where it could go." He said, motioning vaguely at the air between them.

Harry blinked. "This? There's a 'this'?"

"What? You didn't just think this was some one time thing, did you Potter? I don't do that kind of thing, even with students. I at least want to attempt to have some sort of relationship." Draco said.

Harry stood shocked. "Well, erm. Alright. We can meet tomorrow and talk. Where? And when?" He asked, blushing an uncomfortable red.

"The coffee shop on the corner at 10?" Draco said, getting up to look for his own clothes.

"That's fine." Harry told him. "I have to go; I'm going to be late for something else. See you then." He said, walking towards the door. Draco simply nodded as he unhooked his shirt from an easel. A sudden thought came to him, and Harry whirled around, walking quickly over to the other man. Pulling him close, he kissed him hard before releasing him.

"What was that for?"

"Just felt like it." Harry shrugged. "Bye Draco. I'll be waiting for tomorrow."

Draco just stood motionless in his studio, fingers gently brushing his lips, before shaking his head with a smirk, and getting his stuff together.

"I'll be waiting too." He said before he shut the door behind him.

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