Harry stood silently next to Draco, listening to McGonagall ramble on about
their 'actions'
"The two of you shall serve a detention. Tonight." McGonagall's eye rested
on Harry, as she gave a look of warning. "You two shall be cleaning out the
Quidditch stands. Without magic."
Harry didn't like the sound of this. "No magic? That's impossible!"
Malfoy's eyes grew wide. "Quidditch stands? But, Professor, we'll freeze!"
"Well maybe then you two will have learned your lesson? You may leave." She gave an exasperated sigh and turned on her heel.
"Now look what you've done, Potter!" Malfoy turned towards Harry.
Harry looked at Malfoy and let out an annoyed groan. "Me? If you weren't so bloody stubborn half the time - "
"Stubborn? That's rich Potter. Very rich."
~
Harry never minded Draco as much. Until now. He had gone over the line. Potter never once did anything, but help his friends, and somehow, he was always blamed for everything.
'If he hadn't been so stubborn.' Harry thought. 'What am I saying? He's Draco. He's always stubborn. But.why is there something that draws me to him? Why is it that I always get lost in those gray eyes?' Harry hung his head. 'Why do you torture yourself, Harry?' Harry took a few moments to think, until he realized he should have been down at the Quidditch field ten minutes ago.
~
"Late as usual, Potter." Harry wasn't sure if it was the sudden shock of cold that gave him the chills, or Malfoy's voice.
"Let's just get this over with, Malfoy. I'm not very fond of spending my detention with you." Harry picked up a trash bag and started picking up the trash from the stands, while Malfoy, his gaze upon him, watched his every move.
'Oh but I am, my dearest Potter, I am. I enjoy every minute we spend together, every fight we have, but most of all; I enjoy your wonderful emerald eyes. I spend every day thinking of you. Wishing I could gaze into those eyes for hours. But never have I gotten up the courage to tell you how I feel. Not once. Nor will I ever.' Draco sighed, he wanted to think up an insult to give Harry, but he decided he shouldn't. So he responded, "Sure, Harry."
"What?" Harry gave a nervous laugh. "I said, 'Sure, Potter.'" Draco said, quoting himself. "No, you said Harry." Harry wanted to smile, but instead, he nodded. "No I didn't, Potter." Draco looked down into the trash bag he was holding to hide his flushed face. Harry sighed. "One day." Draco stopped mid-action and asked, "One day what, Potter?" "Did I say that aloud?" Harry asked, looking a bit worried. Draco nodded. "Oh.Um,.It's nothing.Just, one day I'll be able to." Harry looked at the piece of trash he was picking up, a Bertie Botts bag, with a few beans still left inside. ".Get some jelly beans?" Harry continued. Malfoy gave him a confused look. Harry decided it was best to not look at him, for he knew he was blushing. Draco decided it was nothing. "Actually, I remember what I was going to say." Harry dropped the trash bag and grabbed a hold of Draco's hand as he pulled him into a kiss. He pushed Draco against the stand wall, exploring different parts of Draco's body. He pulled away and ended the kiss, looking down at Draco's feet, feeling very stupid and lightheaded at the same time. Draco lifted his head with a finger to Harry's chin. "I thought you'd never ask." He said with one short smile.
Harry didn't like the sound of this. "No magic? That's impossible!"
Malfoy's eyes grew wide. "Quidditch stands? But, Professor, we'll freeze!"
"Well maybe then you two will have learned your lesson? You may leave." She gave an exasperated sigh and turned on her heel.
"Now look what you've done, Potter!" Malfoy turned towards Harry.
Harry looked at Malfoy and let out an annoyed groan. "Me? If you weren't so bloody stubborn half the time - "
"Stubborn? That's rich Potter. Very rich."
~
Harry never minded Draco as much. Until now. He had gone over the line. Potter never once did anything, but help his friends, and somehow, he was always blamed for everything.
'If he hadn't been so stubborn.' Harry thought. 'What am I saying? He's Draco. He's always stubborn. But.why is there something that draws me to him? Why is it that I always get lost in those gray eyes?' Harry hung his head. 'Why do you torture yourself, Harry?' Harry took a few moments to think, until he realized he should have been down at the Quidditch field ten minutes ago.
~
"Late as usual, Potter." Harry wasn't sure if it was the sudden shock of cold that gave him the chills, or Malfoy's voice.
"Let's just get this over with, Malfoy. I'm not very fond of spending my detention with you." Harry picked up a trash bag and started picking up the trash from the stands, while Malfoy, his gaze upon him, watched his every move.
'Oh but I am, my dearest Potter, I am. I enjoy every minute we spend together, every fight we have, but most of all; I enjoy your wonderful emerald eyes. I spend every day thinking of you. Wishing I could gaze into those eyes for hours. But never have I gotten up the courage to tell you how I feel. Not once. Nor will I ever.' Draco sighed, he wanted to think up an insult to give Harry, but he decided he shouldn't. So he responded, "Sure, Harry."
"What?" Harry gave a nervous laugh. "I said, 'Sure, Potter.'" Draco said, quoting himself. "No, you said Harry." Harry wanted to smile, but instead, he nodded. "No I didn't, Potter." Draco looked down into the trash bag he was holding to hide his flushed face. Harry sighed. "One day." Draco stopped mid-action and asked, "One day what, Potter?" "Did I say that aloud?" Harry asked, looking a bit worried. Draco nodded. "Oh.Um,.It's nothing.Just, one day I'll be able to." Harry looked at the piece of trash he was picking up, a Bertie Botts bag, with a few beans still left inside. ".Get some jelly beans?" Harry continued. Malfoy gave him a confused look. Harry decided it was best to not look at him, for he knew he was blushing. Draco decided it was nothing. "Actually, I remember what I was going to say." Harry dropped the trash bag and grabbed a hold of Draco's hand as he pulled him into a kiss. He pushed Draco against the stand wall, exploring different parts of Draco's body. He pulled away and ended the kiss, looking down at Draco's feet, feeling very stupid and lightheaded at the same time. Draco lifted his head with a finger to Harry's chin. "I thought you'd never ask." He said with one short smile.