Unfortunately, Fortunate
Summary: Harry and Draco are at it once again, though the fight seems more than they bargained for.
Author's Notes: This is the product of a lonely Friday night, as it seems most of my friends have gone back to where they moved. Two-shot, one of the ways I prefer to see them. At the beginning of 6th year, AU a bit though. I didn't do extensive revisions, though I will once I post the second part.
Reviews would be most appreciated.
It all started in Potions, as it always does. Except for when it starts in Magical Creatures. It was the beginning of the term, and rivalries were running high. The threat of Voldemort and the impending division of the students at Hogwarts, due to coming war, created more tension in the school than ever, not to mention some students were reluctant to forget the disaster of Umbridge, and the inquistorial squad. Though the rift was most obviously Slytherin-Gryffindor, as it always had been, some of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were also growing weary.
Snape was in a particularly foul mood, due to the explosion of Terry Boot's cauldron in the class previous, showering half the class in a botched shrinking solution. Needless to say, Snape had spent the rest of his break restoring certain anatomical features to their original size. Contrary to the assigned reading, Snape decided he had enough of shrinking potions for the day and so the Gryffindors and Slytherins were brewing Draught of Living Death for the double potions period. Due to Snape's exceptionally poor temperament, the Gryffindors were paired with the Slytherins and much to Ron Weasley's chagrin he was paired with Draco Malfoy, and much to Harry's he was paired with Goyle. The potion was off to a rough start. Ron and Malfoy were bickering over ingredients, and Hermione was scowling as Millicent Bulstrode was pinching her under the table. Halfway through the class, tension that had been simmering all class boiled over, and Ron's yelling and Malfoy's quick succession of insults could be heard of the din of bubbling cauldrons. Ron started shoving Malfoy, and Malfoy was returning his shoves with equal grace, and Harry decided to jump in before all of them landed in detention.
"Well it seems the Weasley litter has gotten quite unruly, maybe I should take your sister for a go. Think she'd be up for a ride on my broomstick," Malfoy said nastily.
"Why, you fucking poncy git!" Ron spat as he lunged for Malfoy.
Fortunately or unfortunately this was at the exact point Harry ran over and tried to wrench Ron from lurching forward, and he was flung into Malfoy, inadvertently tackling him over the table and knocking not only Ron and Malfoy's cauldron over but Millicent and Hermione's.
"That is IT!" Snape boomed across the classroom. His face was pale and livid and he clutched his wand with white fingers, "I have had absolutely enough with you incompetent, unmanageable, and idiot students! Potter, and you as well, Draco," his eyes flashed towards Draco, "detention for two weeks, fifty points from Gryffindor for instigating an argument during my class, and I will be informing the headmaster of your insolence. The rest of you OUT!"
The rest of the class scampered to grab their things and make for a hasty exit. Hermione shot Harry as sympathetic look, and Ron stammered his apologies before filing out after everyone else. Snape assigned them to clean the classroom without magic, and to return after dinner to finish the rest of their detention. For the next two hours Harry and Draco scrubbed the floors of the potions classroom sending scowls across the room, as Professor Snape threatened detention for the rest of the year if they repeated their performance in his classroom. They still had half of the classroom to finish, when Malfoy dropped his sponge on the floor and stalked out of the room, wordlessly announcing his intention to eat dinner.
Harry sighed, tossed the sponge into the bucket of soapy water, and made for the Great Hall. Harry sat with his back to the Slytherins so as to avoid the traditional nasty glares across the room, and Hermione approved, telling Harry not to add more fuel to the unmanageable fire. Both boys were reluctant to return to face the rest of their detention, and stayed in the Great Hall until the close of dinner with Hermione and Ron keeping Harry company.
Professor Snape swept over to the Gryffindor table, and advised Harry to get to the dungeons before he took away more points from Gryffindor for lateness, a warning he apparently forgot to give Malfoy. Harry trudged down the stairs to the potions classroom and began finishing the work he started. Both Harry and Malfoy were dead set on ignoring each other until the task was done, and both boys were exhausted when they finally finished. Malfoy tossed his sponge into his pail and walked towards the door.
"Malfoy, I believe you forgot to put away your bucket," Harry said tiredly.
"Isn't that your job? I've been wondering for a while what you Gryffindors are here for," Malfoy responded snottily.
"I don't think so, you lazy git. Though I suppose your mother still wipes your mouth when you dribble food all down your robes. Isn't that what she's good for?"
"Don't you talk about my mother, Potter. Clearly you wouldn't know anything about them," Draco spat, the two boys slowly inching towards each other as the confrontation escalated.
Suddenly Harry found himself talking through gritted teeth as he was inches from Malfoy's pointed features. "Well, you two seem exceptionally close, but isn't that how the Malfoy family keeps their blood nice and pure."
And that was the breaking point, as Malfoy pitched himself at Harry and they both knocked onto the hard stone floor with a loud smack. Draco had the advantage, as he was quickly on top of Harry, lifting himself with one arm and swinging his fist into the side of Harry's face with the other. The blood rushed to Harry's face, and blood started to swell out of his right nostril after the third blow. Harry's head was smacking into the concrete with a muffled crunching noise as he tried to push Draco off of him. Finally, he managed to grab Draco around the middle, shoving him off, and he quickly rolled on top of him. Harry's fingers clenched Draco's arm and shoulder, bruising the pale soft skin with Harry's fingerprints. Panting, Harry began shaking him, slamming him into the concrete. Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes with his other hand, ripping them and wrapping his hand around his throat.
Their strangle grunts, and yells were magnified by the empty classroom, and echoed off the walls. It was at the exact moment when both Draco's hand slipped from Harry's sweaty neck and Harry's arm gave out from Draco's twisting that Harry came crashing down on Malfoy. Unfortunately, his mouth also came crashing down on top of the corner where Draco's lips melted into the rest of his face. Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and Harry struggled to push himself off, unsuccessfully slide the rest of his mouth fully onto the rest of Draco's. Caught off guard by the intimacy of the accidental gesture, he immediately pulled his mouth away. Harry's face reflected his complete confusion and his eyes roved around Draco's face anticipating his reaction. Draco was looking Harry in the eyes with a mixture of absolute horror and intrigue, as if he was horrified at some internal realization.
Harry waited a moment before his hand slipped once more on the slippery floor, and his somewhat intentionally aimed towards Draco's drawn lips.