How unfair, how typically Snape! It was just like Snape to give us Griffindors detentions and let his own Slytherins away with three types of murder! I hated Snape almost as much as he hated me, and I'm sure deep down we both knew the other hated us, but it was unlike me to be rude, but I guess to Snape, in fact to any 'master of the dark arts' (He's nothing but a bloody death eater, am I the only one who sees that!).
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"I done nothing wrong Snape!" protested Harry
"Sir, Potter, Sir!" hissed Snape
"There will be no need to call me Sir, Professor."
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But I was far from being the one to argue, so I had simply agreed to return to his classroom tonight after dinner, no doubt he was going to have me doing something disgusting. Like scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, or removing month old potions from now rusted cauldrons.
I entered the blacked-out classroom, and to my utter amazement there sat someone I had never expected to see in a detention, especially with Snape. Draco Malfoy, or perhaps I do in fact see where this is going - perhaps it is not as much Snape has decided to bring Malfoy into detention as punishment, well, not punishment for his precious Draco, anyway - more like punishment for me and plenty of it. I took a seat directly opposite from Malfoy, my hands in my lap, my head tilted back, thinking through my life… or should I say lack thereof.
But it was only about 20 minutes before Malfoy spoke "He's not coming you know, Potter… He has business with that… old man!" a powerful smile crept over Malfoys mouth just then.
"Such a… sweet mouth" I had not meant for these words to escape me, but I guess I simply couldn't help it, since, his mouth was indeed sweet… smooth… boyish? I had lay awake once before just wondering what it would be like, to trace those lips with my finger, then with my tongue, then, but I wouldn't allow myself to continue now, and before I could correct myself, Malfoy had interrupted.
"What was that, Potter?"
"Nothing, Malfoy"
"Sounded like 'Sweet mouth'… so you think I have a sweet mouth, do you Potter?"
"Oh shut up Malfoy"
"Oh, I do love a man who will master me, you know." he snickered, tossing his hair back with one pale hand, before making some unarticulate comment.
"Oh, shut up would you Malfoy?"
"You know Potter, if I'm going to spend the next three days with you, I guess you may as well call me Draco" Weirdly - the bitterness had gone from his voice, his voice seemed almost… almost sweet.
"Shu- wait… wait… what did you say?"
"I said, you may as well call me Draco, gosh Potter, you're not exactly… bright, are you?"
"My name, is Harry, Draco!"
"What did you call me?" demanded Draco
"Draco… it's what you told me to call you!"
"Oh, uhm, very well then, Harry… it's just… odd" Draco had now stood from where he was sitting, and walked slowly over to the desk where I was sitting, leaning back on the desk in front and smiling. I found it amazing that even in such… simple attire Draco made himself looking absolutely beautiful. He was wearing a white shirt, and black jeans. Those black jeans were so tight - part of my mind wanted to know what was in them but I suppressed that thought quick enough! His shirt was open just enough so that you could see a mere glimpse of his chest before the vision was obscured. "Professor Snape trusts me to… cater for you" he laughed lightly and glanced back to meet my eyes "I don't think you need a baby sitter, do you Harry?… because I for one have better things to do with my time…" his eyes shot to the supplies closet and the beginnings of a smile crept over his lips.
"No Draco, I don't need a baby sitter" I must admit this phrase was bit out grudgingly. "So why are you here, anyway?"
"Oh… nothing" Draco was quite obviously trying to be nonchalant.
"Tell me" I pressed deeper
"I defended someone is all…" he said, closing his eyes… storm-velvet eyes.
I was in no mood to be let down, anything I could remove would be taken "Who?" I pressed on further applying slightly more pressure to answer with each. "Who, Draco, did you defend?" He simply stared back at me blankly "One of your slytherin cronies, then?"
"Actually, Potter, yes, Potter I think I prefer Potter. I was defending You" His eyes were almost glazed now… it looked as though malfoy was going to cry, yes, Malfoy!
"M- Me?"
"Yes Potter, you?"
I stood up abruptly and hopped round the desk to meet Dracos eyes "Why did you defend me?" I cannot deny that I was quite obviously flabbergasted by his comment, but I couldn't be sure he was telling the truth, the whole truth, and to be honest I was quite content to spend the next ten minutes of this detention pressing him for an answer, and I'd keep him here if need be.
"Because HE was not right to give you a detention, am I correct?" He paused, I wasn't sure if this was for dramatic effect or if he was waiting for an answer so I simply stayed quiet, gazing into Dracos eyes, I had never before realised his eyes were full of emotion, the troubles of his past and the prospects of his future. "Exactly" Draco nodded his head as though proving some subject previously thought to be un-solvable. "I'm sick of him being… bias"
I couldn't help but laugh "He's not being bias to you so what does it matter to you?" I'm quite sure my voice had either an aggressive or accusatory twist to it now.
"McGonical is fair on Slytherins as well as Griffindors - so why can't Snape just be the same, I'm sick and tired of getting hassle over him, if you must know. And you were quite right - he can't snap away at others, and not expect retaliations!"
"What the" I stared at Draco in almost disbelief, had he really just said my exact thoughts aloud? Perhaps this was just some spree for Snape - something to get me, or maybe he was put up to it. I stood forward and looked at Draco through half closed eyes. I couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Did I really just hear Slytherins number one boy, the person who has hated me so long, the person who has argued with me every chance we got, agree?" I smirked "Maybe I was wrong about you, Draco"
"Maybe you were, Harry"