Disclaimer: I don't own the character sadly :( I just like messing with their heads.
Prologue
"Confused, Potter. That was your excuse! No wonder she came crawling to me for comfort, which I was only too happy to give" Malfoy sneered. Consequently Harry pushed down just a little bit harder with his arm across the blond's throat, pushing him further into the wall as he let his wand indent into his chest.
"You forced her! There's no way she would touched you willingly you slimy git, what did you do?" Harry could feel his chest heaving, his wand arm shaking slightly as his anger boiled over wracking his body with miniature tremors.
"Something you didn't...her." Malice coating every syllable this was the last shove Harry needed as he threw aside his wand and brought his fist back around to crunch into Malfoy's jaw. The insufferable git had gone too far this time in his attempts to antagonise Harry. Once again as he was finally managing to live his life the way he wanted, no Voldemort, nobody depending on him and his life no longer at risk he had been perfectly content to enjoy his life and school like he had always longed to do. This was without factoring in one Draco Malfoy. He wouldn't have even been here if Harry hadn't spoken up for him and his family and all he had done since he got back was gain a reputation and attempt to irritate Harry to death.
Feeling Malfoy's hands press into his chest Harry had a split seconds warning before he was shoved unceremoniously backwards, staggering to keep his footing long enough to duck the fist aimed for his face and tackle Malfoy to the ground. Exchanging a flurry of blows, each constantly vying for the height advantage they had managed to roll the length of the corridor leaving a speckled trail of blood in their wake. Choking slightly on the blood filling his mouth Harry attempted to flip them over once again snarling all the while at the battered face of the Slytherin above him. Finally gaining the upper ground he managed to grab fistfuls of Malfoy's shirt to hold him in place only to freeze at the sight of the emerald robes standing just ahead of where they were fighting.
"What's the matter Potter finally realised..."
"What on EARTH is going on here?" McGonagall's shrill voice resounded from the stone walls around them. "I'm on my way to a staff/prefect meeting and hear all this grunting and snarling, only to find you two rolling around on the floor like a pair of cavemen! Stand up this instant and tell me what in Merlin's name is going on here" Her lips pressed into a thin line as she waited. Harry found himself scrambling off Malfoy onto the floor and proceeding to struggle to his feet in front of the Headmistress. Malfoy as usual was able to roll himself over and stand with grace and elegance even though his left eye was swelling rapidly, a shadow already beginning to darken the skin.
Standing silently before McGonagall Harry found himself without a valid excuse for his behaviour, none that he could tell the Headmistress at any rate. It seemed as if Malfoy was equally forthcoming as they stood side by side staring at the floor in shame just waiting for their punishment to be dished out. It would be bad, Harry knew. McGonagall held him above the rest of the students even though she shouldn't, she was as eternally grateful to Harry as the rest of the wizarding world and let it show in the leniency she allowed him. Malfoy on the other hand was a different matter. Though McGonagall had agreed to let him come back to Hogwarts to re-do his 7th year it had only been Harry's reminding her that Malfoy had helped save Harry's life and hadn't technically committed any war crimes, though at the death eater trials he was ordered to pay a large sum of galleons to the ministry for his troubles. Whereas Harry had leniency, Malfoy faced harsher punishments.
"Well" McGonagall broke the silence."Seen as neither of you care to share the reason for your brawling, I shall have to assume that it is once again down to this school boy rivalry you share." Well she was on the right tracks there Harry reasoned. "Ever since the start of the school year there have been a number of incidents of petty arguments and damages to the school from your seemingly spontaneous duelling." He could see Malfoy wince in recollection next to him. "This however is too far, you boys have just been practically attempting murder the way you were fighting and I will stand for it no longer. Either you will learn to work together or you will be expelled from the school indefinitely." The headmistress' voice lowered to naught but a whisper as she let her threat wash over the blood spattered teenagers in front of her.
"What exactly do you mean work together...?" Harry asked, a feeling of foreboding weighing down his stomach. Looking up at the woman in front of him he could see Malfoy staring at her, his face paling slightly standing in sharp contrast to the crimson blood from his split lip.
"Well Mr Potter, you and Mr Malfoy shall be participating in two months worth of joint detention..."
"What?"
"Professor!"
McGonagall held up a silencing hand, cutting through the outraged shouts. "You have both only yourselves to blame for this so I suggest you stop complaining if only to prevent you situation worsening. Every two weeks I will set a different task for you to complete and I expect no report of any further incidents, I assure you I am not above further reprimand. I will speak to you both tomorrow morning before breakfast to give you your first task, I expect you both at my office at 7:30am sharp. Now straight to your common rooms this instant and I don't want either of you leaving for the rest of the evening!"
Glancing up at the fixed stern gaze he was receiving Harry fought against all instincts to complain that this torture was entirely unfair and turned on his heel walking with hunched shoulders towards Gryffindor. This was totally unbelievable! Now he was going to have to spend every weeknight for eight weeks with his worst enemy. One year, that's all he wanted, one freaking year of peace but thanks to Malfoy who couldn't keep his nose out of anything he was heading for some of the worst months of his life.
"Password dear?" Harry looked up startled to find himself standing in front of the fat lady already, thinking about going in there brought back the whole reason he and Malfoy had been fighting in the first place. He couldn't even stand to think about Ginny right now let alone look at her; the common room was the last place he wanted to be. His bitterness over the whole situation causing him to unconsciously grimace, Harry couldn't believe the gall of the girl to ask him for forgiveness after telling him outright what she had done.
"Atlas" he muttered, shaking his head and summoning up his prided Gryffindor courage he stepped through the portrait hole. A cursory glance around revealed most of the 7th years milling about the common room, Ron and Hermione occupying a loveseat in front of the fire surrounded by Neville, Seamus and Parvati. Harry wasn't in the mood for the questions his appearance would undoubtedly raise, nobody knew about anything that had happened yet and he would gladly keep it that way for tonight. Striding across the room he made it about halfway before his friends noticed his presence.
"Harry mate, over here" Ron shouted attempting to wave him over.
"Godric! Harry what happened?" gasped Hermione who was a little bit more observant than Ron and had quickly noted the state the black haired boy was in.
"I don't want to talk about it right now Hermione" Harry ground out. "I just want to go to bed I'll talk to you in the morning alright?" Without waiting for a reply he turned and ascended the boys staircase heading straight for the top floor ignoring the shouts echoing from the room behind him.
Ten minutes later found Harry lying on his staring at the crimson canopy feeling for all the world as though he had been submerged into a red lake as the curtains where drawn around him, the flickering candle light dancing in ominous patterns through the fabric. His stomach was still roiling in anger as he thought about the day's events, knowing even as his did so that tomorrow would only be worse. Releasing a deep sigh he rolled over and buried his face into the pillows settling himself in for a night of restless sleep, dreading his morning meeting with McGonagall.
A.N Ok so the idea just occurred to me and was harassing me until I wrote it down, I have a lot of the storyline planned out already for this. Like I said it was really bugging me! Let me know what you think