Okay, we're finally at the end. Now it's time for the bonus chapter. This session of health class was actually the original idea that started it all. It was thanks to this that I began to write a story about PE at Hogwarts. However, I couldn't find a way to fit the idea in once I began to expand on the story. But I still liked the idea and I wanted to post it.
I also modified the ending for a little bit of fan service :) I hope you enjoy!

'A New Curriculum' Bonus Chapter

"Gather around, students!" Dumbledore called excitedly motioning for everyone to come closer. First and seventh years alike crammed together in the makeshift health room, all of the small desks and pillows pushed to the sides. Draco folded his arms and pouted, glaring towards the center of the room. He was still very displeased with this new physical education class. Not to mention, his partner was Harry Potter, whose personality was more malicious and dangerous than he would have dared to imagine… as of a few days ago, that is.

"Don't get distracted, Draco," a breathy voice suddenly whispered in his ear. "It's important to pay attention in class." Draco tensed up, swallowing thickly as he felt Harry's warm breath ghost down his neck. He grit his teeth angrily.

"Well, if you'd stop whispering in my ear I'd be happy to pay attention," Draco snapped in a hushed tone. He stared forward even more intently trying to put Harry in the back of his mind.

"I would…" Harry continued, ignoring Draco's obvious annoyance, "but I know you like it." The blonde suddenly felt a hand trail up the back of his leg. A fiery blush swept across Draco's face and his mouth flew open to utter a cry.

"Not a word." Harry growled in his ear, the dark tone stopping Draco's scream cold. "Remember our agreement."

Draco sunk his upper teeth into his lower lip, swallowing down sound after sound that threatened to tear free from his throat. He could feel himself tremble as Harry's fingers caressed their way up and up until they trailed across the hem of his pants and over his spine. He closed his eyes and cursed himself again for having been so vulnerable in the hospital wing days ago. Now if he wanted his secret to stay a secret he had to obey Potter. That was something he had no desire, what so ever, to do.

Then, the mischievous hand fell away from him. Draco let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. He felt a hot blush span his cheeks and looked down in shame, his heart throbbing. How could Harry do that to him so easily?

"So if all of you boys would please form a line we can begin the training," Dumbledore said, taking his position at the front of the class. Draco glanced around nervously hoping to lose Harry in the crowd. He began to head towards the back of the line when someone suddenly grasped his wrist and yanked him over. Draco stumbled and looked up to see Harry grinning from ear to ear.

"Come get in line with me, partner," Harry murmured, his eyes sparkling in a devious way that Draco recognized instantly. Harry was planning something. Draco didn't like the idea of that.

He didn't have time to argue, however, because Harry swiftly turned him around and held him in front of him by the hips.

"I don't need you to tell me where to stand!" Draco snapped, swatting Harry's hands away. He inched forward, staying as far away from Harry as possible without bumping into the boy in front of him. Draco knew that trying to head to the end of the line would be futile but he would be damned if he was made to stand within Potter's personal space.

"If you would please bring your attention to the front students," Dumbledore spoke as he waved his wand in the air. The candles around them extinguished. At the same time a large strip of white paper unfurled from nowhere, hovering at the front of the room. It glowed softly in the dark.

"Now, as you know we will soon be starting a swimming segment of exercise. A section of the Black Lake will be roped off for us to use. However, even if we were swimming in a regular pool certain safety measures have to be taken." With a flick of his wrist, black squiggles started to squirm across the glowing paper. "One way to remain safe in the water is to learn the correct procedure for CPR." The black shapes snapped together forming the three letters as an eruption of groans echoed around the room. Draco glanced around confused, as the angry mob of boys grew louder in their protests.

"Why separate use by gender for this?"

"Yeah, bring in the girls!"

"At least let us watch their lesson!"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

"I'm not some pillow biter!"

"Me neither!"

"This is so stupid!"

"Damn fruity class!"

"SILENCE!"

Dumbledore bellowed at the top of his lungs. His expression turned more serious than any of the students expected effectively hushing them.

"I really expected better from most of you," Dumbledore chastised as he stared menacingly over the top of his crescent shaped spectacles. "I will be speaking to several of you later for certain disparaging slurs. In the mean time, I would like you all to approach this with great deal more significance than you have thus far. This is a safety technique. Merlin forbid, but if the time comes perhaps you might be able to save a friend from drowning."

All of the students looked at their feet sheepishly. Although an air of anxiety and hesitation still remain swirling above. Dumbledore continued the lesson by making diagrams appear on the screen in the air. Draco had still been in the dark as far as what everyone was so furious about. But when the first diagram appeared on the piece of paper Draco felt his mouth drop in shock.

The blonde felt himself turning to glance over his shoulder, his mind slowly piecing together something he wished he hadn't dared entertain. But he couldn't stop himself. His mind was whirring.

In the darkness of the classroom Draco observed Harry who was staring at the screen half interestedly. The flickering glow of the screen flashed against Harry's face bringing attention to his features. Light bounced off his long eyelashes, making his eyes turn from an emerald to a stormy sea green. His cheekbones stood out embellishing their exquisite shape. And then, Draco gulped audibly as he tried to stop his eyes from wandering down.

His lips.

His full, pink lips.

And Draco would have to press his own lips against them, according to the diagram.

Draco felt that his bright red face would surely outshine the screen. He prayed that it wouldn't. If it did everyone would become aware of the stirrings in his heart and body. Over Potter. Over Harry fucking Potter of all people! Draco couldn't believe his misfortune.

Suddenly, Harry's tongue slid out of his mouth to moisten his lips. Draco felt a shiver go down his spine as he observed those lips take on an enticing luster, a small gasp escaping his mouth in surprise.

Harry's eyes immediately found his even in the darkness. Draco froze, too petrified to move. He watched anxiously as Harry scanned his face, reading his features without trouble. A pleased smile revealed two rows of gleaming teeth. He looked as though he had gotten what he wanted as far as a reaction out of Draco… almost, anyway.

Harry dampened his lips with his tongue again in a more exaggerated way, his eyes peeling the clothes off of Draco. The hint of a smile never left his lips as he watched the blonde shiver. And then, to Draco's despair, or perhaps enjoyment, Harry puckered his lips for a moment, mimicking the kiss that was sure to come.

Draco's gaze snapped forward and found his feet in a hurry. He brought one hand up to nervously rub his cheeks, their temperature practically singeing his fingertips. He decided to focus completely on the diagram before him so as to make sure of that he saw.

Unfortunately, Draco's first assumption was correct. The official steps were as follows: 1) Draco would have to call for the help of an adult, 2) He would have to lean in close to Potter and lift his chin to listen for breathing and clear the airway, 3) Perhaps the worst step of them all, Draco had to press his lips to Potter's and breath into his mouth twice. After that he would have to press down on Potter's chest thirty times and then continue the process.

Draco tried to relax himself. It could hardly be considered a kiss. It was merely a way to recreate respiration to revive someone. After many deep breathes Draco felt a little surer. He needed to relax and approach this seriously, like Dumbledore had said. But at that moment the candles flickered back on and Dumbledore announced that the practicing would begin.

Draco's heart lurched to a stop. What was he to do? Whether it was really a kiss or not he knew that Harry would milk this embarrassing episode for all it was worth. Draco couldn't help but imagine what would befall him. He would have to lie there while Harry approached him from above, like some shining prince towards a princess.

'Damn it! It's not fair!' Draco cursed, grinding his teeth. He didn't want to lie there helplessly while Harry accosted him with his dreaded lips! Come to think of it, Draco would have to preform CPR to the person in front of him as well. Draco glanced up to check, having not noticed who was standing ahead.

Draco grimaced. Neville Longbottom stood before him, glancing around without a care in the word. Draco did not want his first kiss with a man to be with this doofus. Then again, he didn't want it to be with Harry either.

He glanced up to see that fewer and fewer people stood between him and Neville and Harry. Draco felt himself grow cold and sweat profusely. It was like he was approaching the guillotine. There was no way out. No hope for escape.

Or so it seemed.

Suddenly, Draco bolted out of line. He knew that he couldn't escape this, but he could at least buy himself some time.

"Head Master!" Draco blurted out, squirming around before Dumbledore, "I really need to use the restroom! May I be excused! Please!" Draco said, the 'please' leaving a foul taste in his mouth when he considered whom it was directed to. Dumbledore eyed him warily.

"I hope you aren't trying to make an escape from this lesson, Mr. Malfoy. If you do not complete this today you will be made to do it tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that…" Dumbledore trailed off, making his point. Draco shook his head desperately.

"No, no! Really I just need to use the restroom! I'll be back in a bit," Draco promised, smiling in what he hoped was a convincing way. Dumbledore stared at him for a minute more before waving him away, bidding him a temporary farewell. Draco didn't hesitate to run out the door immediately after he got the go ahead.

Draco returned about twenty minutes later. He had taken a great deal of time on purpose in the hopes that Harry would finish his turn before the blonde returned. Draco had washed the sweat away from his forehead in the lavatory, trying to cool himself down from the intense thoughts he had been having. But he had escaped the danger.

Or so he thought.

As Draco cautiously entered the classroom again he sighed in relief, noticing that the line had significantly shrunk. He looked around to see that the majority of the students were siting around. Some seemed completely unfazed by the ordeal, some were joking around with their friends trying desperately to repress the experience, while others just sat in a mortified cloud silence.

Draco walked towards the line, taking his place at the back of it, happy that his lips would only know one other male's instead of two. He felt as though he had successfully ruined Harry's plan. However, as he approached he felt his blood turn to ice. A familiar silhouette stood at the end of the line, shifting impatiently. Draco stomped forward unable to hid his anger.

"What the bloody hell are you doing back here, Potter?" Draco growled in a whisper, folding his arms against his chest. Harry slowly glanced back, rubbing his neck with his hand and looking sheepish.

"Well I tried to follow along with the lesson, but I just couldn't get the hang of it. I'm hopeless." Harry sighed, honestly looking like he had messed up. The sound of his voice lacking any of the dark undertones that Draco usually heard when he was being addressed.

Draco grimaced. This was part of his act. He couldn't blame people for falling for this fake innocence. But Draco wouldn't. Never again.

"Don't worry, mate. It's not that difficult. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." Weasley suddenly voiced from the line. Draco's lip twitched, wanting to curl into a scowl for some reason upon realizing that Ron was standing in front of Harry in line. Draco had to wonder if Weasley had planned this since the beginning. Seeing the blush that rested on his cheeks, Draco felt that if he hadn't planned it he at least felt very thankful for his good fortune.

"Yeah," Harry said, looking at Ron, "I only feel sorry for Neville having to put up with me." At this Draco glanced over, examining the crowd for the aforementioned boy. He finally found Neville huddled in a corner, chewing his thumbnail and looking dazed. A beet red blush suddenly lit up his cheeks and he glanced hesitantly over at Harry.

Draco couldn't help the furious death glare that warped his face. Neville saw it and looked quickly away. Draco could have only guessed at what devastation Harry had brought to that boy with his lips.

First Harry was kissing Longbottom and then he would soon be kissing Weasley. What was the world coming to?

A thought crept into Draco's mind, distracting him from the slowly advancing line. Which set of lips would Harry prefer? Would he perhaps lose interest in Draco in the interest of pursuing another? Draco felt his heart leap with joy. If that were to happen then Draco would no longer be Harry's slave. With any luck he could be left in peace again and quietly scheme against Potter like he had before.

But at the same time, Draco's stomach fluttered with an emotion he couldn't place. He should have been happy and rejoicing, but his throat was heating up with a snarl yet to be unleashed and his features were still taught with a trace of anger.

What was this he was feeling?

There was anger… but it had more depth than simple frustration. There was a sadness… but it was too wicked and acidic to be called sorrow. And there was a great deal of irritation. If Draco didn't know better… he would think it was jealousy.

But that was ridiculous. That wouldn't make any sense.

"It looks like you've nowhere to run now," Harry's quiet voice rousing Draco from his contemplation. Draco glanced up to see Harry leaning in closer, a smirk on his face. "I think I'll have to punish you for trying to flea from your master. Don't forget your place, Slave."

Draco glowered at Harry's prideful expression, but he felt a sense of ease overtake him. It would seem that Neville hadn't been enough to satisfy Harry. There was only Ron left. Would the red head get what he wanted?

Then, before Draco had the chance to speculate on that thought it was Harry's turn to preform CPR. Draco clenched his fists and watched as Weasley settled himself on the floor. He could practically hear Ron's heart begin to race. His own pulse picked up as he ground his teeth.

Harry knelt down on the floor, seeming hesitant and unsure. No doubt part of his act, Draco figured. It would be suspicious if Harry all of a sudden became capable at something that had troubled him only moments before.

"Alright, Ron, I'll give it another go," Harry said leaning closer.

"No worries, Harry. Practice until you get it right," Weasley sighed in a breathless way, Draco feeling rage overtake him at the last comment.

'What a cheeky bastard! 'Practice until you get it right', my ass!' Draco thought as he watched Harry tip the red head's chin up and listen for his breathing for a moment. Then, as Harry's lips finally came into contact with Weasley's, something inside Draco snapped.

He decided firmly that this was no longer about kisses or safety procedures. This was a matter of pride. Draco hated to be upstaged and he couldn't stand the thought of losing to Weasley, no matter the contest.

He was Draco goddamn Malfoy! He was the sexiest thing to walk the earth and he would be damned if he was going to be beaten by a gangly muggle-lover! There was no way in hell. If he couldn't attract the attention of a boy who's orientation was becoming more questionable everyday they interacted, then he didn't deserve to have the Malfoy name.

Draco watched Ron's expression morph to pleasure and his body liquefy like jelly as Harry pressed his lips to his twice more before returning to the chest compressions. He glared hard at the pair and began to formulate his game plan.

Draco reasoned that he wouldn't have submission to his advantage. Based on Harry's true personality he knew that Harry would be most affected by that. There was nothing he loved more than being in charge. Draco had no other choice than to utterly dominate him and catch him off guard. Hopefully his brazenness would earn him Harry's satisfaction.

That was it. He had to capture his lips like he had never captured anyone's. Many had fallen to Draco's flawless frenching before, but he knew that he would have to pull out all the stops in order to surpass his previous performances. Draco cracked his knuckles as Harry finished his practicing, ready to outshine Weasley to the highest degree.

"Looks like you got the hang of it, Harry," Ron barely mumbled, a ludicrous smile plastered to his face. Harry gave him a thumbs up before helping him up and taking his place on the pillows.

"Your turn, Draco," Harry purred with a devious expression. Draco however met his stare with unwavering composure. Draco would not be shaken by that look today. Harry's smile fell slightly as he saw Draco stand there unflinchingly. But he let it roll off him like water on a duck. He felt that he had figured out Draco enough to be sure that his confidence wouldn't last.

Harry laid back and Draco knelt before him, his face not portraying any weakness. He tilted Harry's chin up and leaned down to listen with fluid motions as though he were already certified in CPR. Harry's lips curled underneath Draco's unsuspecting ear. The mischievous boy puckered his lips and blew a gust of warm air into Draco's ear.

The blonde jolted away in surprise, goose bumps erupting on his neck and shooting down his back. Harry looked away innocently as Draco glared down at him. He tightened his grip on Harry's chin.

"You're going to regret that," Draco groused, leaning back in.

"I'd like to see that," Harry challenged smiling up.

Draco bent over further, any intentions of maintaining a façade of practicing CPR fading away. His bangs brushed against Harry's skin, an involuntary shiver racking the raven-haired boy's body. A cunning smile that rivaled Harry's graced Draco's lips before he pressed his lips against Harry's.

A chorus of squeals sounded from the doorway of the classroom. It didn't distract Draco, but all of the unoccupied boys looked towards the door to see the girls filing in and gathering around the two lip locked boys, their practice session having ended early. The two however were too lost in their own world to notice.

Draco ran his teeth over Harry's lower lip, sucking it roughly. Harry let out a shocked gasp and Draco dipped his tongue inside. He swirled his tongue in an array of patterns, keeping Harry one step behind and fighting to keep up.

At this point many of the girls had fainted and were being carried out of the room to the hospital wings by boys who were blushing madly, trying to ignore their perverted curiosity to stay and watch the show.

Draco's hand slid from Harry's chin to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to his heated lips. The blonde felt pleasure coil in his pelvis as Harry's lips vibrated with moan after moan, Draco's mouth catching the sounds.

Harry nipped at Draco's lips before lifting his hand to tangle his fingers in Draco's fine, blonde locks. Draco felt himself groan as Harry teased the sensitive skin on his neck. Their kiss broke for only a moment so the two could catch their breath and stare at each other with smoldering passion.

Even Hermione felt her knees wobble beneath her as she observed the sight before her with the rest of the girls.

'Screw Ron,' she thought as she watched hungrily. 'He'll get over it eventually.'

"Awfully brave of you, Slave," Harry said in a husky voice, lust dripping in his words, "Perhaps I should reward you later."

"Please," Draco grinned back, "You'll be lucky to stand up let alone walk after I'm through with you, Potter."

With that, Harry lunged forward, knocking Draco to the floor before taking his place over him. The two began to battle it out again with passionate touches and swollen lipped kisses. The girls screamed and cheered as the two rolled around on the floor. It was a dream come true.

All of the raw sexual energy was affecting everyone. Girls who could tear themselves away from the beautiful view of Harry and Draco ripping each other's clothes off found their boyfriends or boys they had always been to afraid to approach and began to follow suit. Some of the boys even began to look towards each other, feeling an urge to experiment with some of the thoughts they had occasionally entertained.

As all of this raged on Dumbledore sat at his desk, flipping through a small black book entitled 'The Search for a Magic Wand,' not doing a thing to stop the wild and unruly behavior exploding in the room.

'And so Marjory and Porter lived their lives happily now that they were reunited,' Dumbledore read internally, smiling to himself. 'Ah, young love. Such an splendid and incredible thing. It deserves a happy ending.'

And although, that was not always the case for young love, Harry and Draco were lucky enough to experience it for themselves. A true happy ending.

~Fin~

Hooray for Dumbledore! What other teacher would be cool enough to let the entire class have an orgy? I can't think of one.

And Draco got to experience the end of 'A Search for a Magic Wand' without even knowing it.

A happy ending for the whole family!... maybe not.

Thanks again for everyone who followed my story diligently and with patience. This tale may be ending, but that only leaves more possibilities for new beginnings. Please look forward to more stories in the future. :)