A/N: I know, another one of my crazy ideas… I just can't help thinking of bizarre ways to get the two hottest boys in the books together! hehe.. Anyway, on with the story! :D

SUMMARY: Because of a dare, Harry and Draco found themselves in an unlikely detention with an unusually cheerful professor who might pave the way for the two to realize the tension they've been feeling around each other. HPDM Slash.

DISCLAIMER: I own Harry Potter. I really do. (skips away laughing maniacally to the mental institution)

CHAPTER 1

Detention

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"Detention, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter!"

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Professor Maxwell Oda was a young Muggle Studies Professor from Japan with a good-natured face and approachable personality who had been teaching at Hogwarts for years. He's a bit short and plump for his age, with horrible round glasses masking his features. He had won several awards including an Order of Merlin, Second Class for his outstanding research on the Space-Time Continuum. He is also one of the celebrated developers of the famous Time Turners that greatly helped the Ministry in its mysterious rendezvous. This led to an exceptional recommendation by the Minister of Magic himself to Dumbledore and he was requested to teach and stay at Hogwarts as a Professor to fill in the only vacant slot there was. Being a Half-Blood himself, Professor Oda had no qualms in being the new Muggle Studies Professor for he was very proud and amused with what the Muggles can do without magic.

In his first year of teaching, students immediately grew fond of the new professor; some even taking up Muggle Studies even though the subject was not in their curriculum. Even some Slytherins became interested in his ways of teaching that they sneaked behind their parent's backs and registered in one of the Professor's classes.

One of the traits his students loved about him was that he was always cheerful and approachable. Never did his students see him angry or irritated in any situation. He always remained calm and collected and this made the students respect him even more. No one dared contradict him including the rest of the staff members, though a certain greasy-haired professor was somewhat purposely avoiding him ― not that Professor Oda had noticed.

So it was a bit of an understatement that the students of Hogwarts were shocked and scandalized when a rumor began spreading that the said Professor gave a month's worth of detention to two of his students ― and not just any student ― but the great Harry Potter himself, who was supposed to be every teacher's favorite and a straight O (Outstanding) student excluding an A (Acceptable) in Potions, and the Prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, who was no stranger to detention but was a highly regarded Prefect, not to mention the only one who can challenge Hermione Granger's grades.

Flashback

Professor Oda's day started off really well when he received a letter at breakfast from the Ministry accepting his request for a new Time Turner for his research and to show off to his students as well. He practically skipped to his second class after a very shy third year Hufflepuff named Charlie told him he had a great lesson. Hagrid came to his office past lunch and told him the flobberworms he wanted for his experiment were big enough and ready. The day couldn't be more splendid when the Headmaster himself left a letter on his desk, approving his pay raise.

What he didn't expect was to find the great Harry Potter and his archenemy Draco Malfoy rolling on the floor in his office, legs entangled, hands all over the other's body, hot and panting shallow breaths.

"N-no.. ahh… urgh!"

"...y-yesssssssshit! Ow, that hurt!"

"Uh…ahhh…hyeh.."

"Nngh...let..let…go…"

"…no! Neugh…aaarghh!"

The Muggle Studies professor was completely stunned, his eyes wide, mouth open and glasses askew. Never, never in his four years of teaching in Hogwarts did he witness such a…a… disturbing sight. If someone outside his office had been listening, it sounded as though something 'sexual' was happening inside. He felt anger boiling up inside him as his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep enough to cut through the skin of his palm.

"WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he bellowed, staring at his students currently wrapped around each other.

Harry and Draco stilled instantly upon hearing their Professor's angry voice. They stared at their furious mentor with wide eyes full of fear and guilt. They had never seen their Professor so angry and it only added to the fear they were feeling right now. Within moments, after realizing they were still wrapped around each other, they immediately stood up and fixed their clothes. Harry straightened his glasses while Draco tended his hair.

The petite professor walked up to them, eyes hard and blazing with anger. The two students cowered in fear despite their Professor's size.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Professor Oda repeated.

He briefly glanced at his most precious possession now lying by Harry's feet. The glass case was obviously smashed as shards of glass were scattered on the floor and the elegant chains holding it to the wall was broken.

"Uhm… uh…" Harry tried to explain but failed to construct even a single coherent word. He looked down at his shoes from embarrassment. He clearly didn't think they would be caught.

"Detention, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter! And 50 points each from Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

Harry's mouth fell open. Draco rolled his eyes at the other, wondering how on earth he became a Gryffindor. He looked at his Professor directly in the eyes as if he didn't do anything wrong and was the one who caught Harry red-handed. He clearly did not want to be in detention with the idiot.

"You see Professor, I was just patrolling the corridors a while ago being the good Prefect that I am when I heard a loud banging noise as if something was being dismantled from the wall so I checked and I saw Potter here trying to ―"

"You liar!" Harry butted in, rage clearly seen on his face.

"― get his hands on your precious treasure as he was continuously trying to break down the wall of your mighty office," Draco continued as if Harry hadn't interrupted him. The raven-haired boy was looking at him like daggers while the Professor's features softened a bit.

"Is this true Mr. Potter?" he hissed.

Harry glared at his school rival before turning to look at the professor.

"Um…You see Professor, I was just…ahh..."

Draco smirked in triumph. Trust Potter to come up with a good excuse in times like this. The blonde thought it was clearly the Mudblood's forte.

"See, Professor? I was just trying to wrestle the sword out of Potter's hands," he said innocently, hiding his grin. Harry let out a strangled sound as he glowered at the Slytherin. Malfoy only sneered at him in return.

The small man sighed. "Be that as it may, Mr. Malfoy." He then turned to a horrified Harry.

"However, you Mr. Potter will have detention with me for a month for you to realize the wrongness and the consequences of your actions," Professor Oda said without even inquiring why Harry was trying to steal his sword in the first place.

Harry stared at him in horror. Nothing could ever be worse than this.

"If you would like Professor, since I'm a Prefect, I would be more than happy to assist in Potter's detention," Draco politely said. "I mean, since you're busy with your ah… research."

The Professor looked thoughtful and considered him. Harry mouthed a "no" while shaking his head furiously. The blonde however, was grinning like mad.

"Hmm... I think that is a good idea, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Oda said. "I'm really quite occupied at the moment. I'll meet the two of you here at exactly 8 in the evening to let you know what Mr. Potter will be doing for detention."

Harry almost passed out.

End Flashback

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"Thank you for that, Malfoy!" Harry said sarcastically as he and Draco entered the Great Hall. Professor Oda dismissed them after he agreed to let the Slytherin supervise Harry's detention.

"You're welcome Potter. You know I'm always here to help you out with my brilliant ideas," Draco smirked. They rounded on a corner and walked down the corridor to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Well here's an idea Malfoy, why don't you shut up?!"

The blonde sneered but said nothing. Harry approached the portrait of the Fat Lady grudgingly with Draco trailing slowly behind him. The Slytherin was really taking his time, graciously walking to where the Gryffindor was just to irritate the latter more. Harry almost admitted that the blonde walked as if he was seducing somebody, only to shake off the disturbing thought off his head immediately. He glared at his archenemy while Draco was leisurely walking to him, swaying his hips seductive manner.

"Can't you move a little bit faster please?" Harry said irritatingly.

The Slytherin said nothing as he continued to walk up to the raven-haired boy gradually. Harry watched Malfoy stand next to him, his brows furrowed. Draco only raised an elegant eyebrow in mock confusion.

"I thought you told me to shut up?"

Harry's mouth dropped open. Malfoy was actually acknowledging the fact that he actually obeyed Harry's sarcastic retort. The blonde was looking at him blankly. Harry quickly thought of a witty comeback.

"So you're obeying me now? Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Ice Prince and Sex God doing everything his enemy Harry Potter asks him to do?" Harry laughed. "Oh this is rich."

Grey eyes glared. "Oh don't be so full of yourself, Potter. You know I only ― what was the word you used ― obeyed, because you couldn't actually converse lucidly with any person you talk to, that I preferred to stay silent than waste my time talking to a clearly inarticulate mongrel that calls himself a Gryffindork."

"Why you little―"

"See what I mean?"

"Shut up!"

"I believe the proper words are 'stop talking' or 'keep quiet' or 'be silent'. I would rather prefer 'shut your trap', but I don't know, you choose," Draco said casually, smiling at Harry mockingly. The Gryffindor was visibly fuming with rage.

Draco – 1, Harry – 0.

"Well I would rather be inarticulate than be a good-for-nothing, cheating, lying, slithering snake!"

"Ooh, very good Potter! I didn't know you're good at rhymes! But just so you know, I happen to be very proud of being a, er, good-for-nothing, cheating, lying, slithering snake," Draco said, grinning. Harry paled considerably, glowering at the other.

He almost started on Malfoy when an amused cough brought them back to their surroundings.

"You know boys, as much as I enjoy watching the two of you exchange happy, loving words I need to know if you're coming inside or if you would rather prefer to stay here and entertain me more," said the Fat Lady amusingly. The two looked at her, surprised. She seemed to be hoping they would choose the latter and stay.

Harry turned his back at Malfoy and approached the portrait. Draco on the other hand covered his ears so as not to hear the password. Contrary to what everyone thinks, he's not that low. He's a Malfoy and Malfoy's don't do that even if they do uhm… cheat, lie, and occassionaly slither.

"Cauldron Bum," Harry whispered to the Fat Lady. She merely nodded and reluctantly swung open. Harry didn't wait for the Slytherin to follow him and immediately climbed through the portrait hole.

He was greeted by about a dozen of his fellow sixth years from different houses; some lounging on the couches, others sitting on squashy cushions. They were all anticipating his return and Harry could see excitement in their eyes as he entered the common room.

"Well? How'd it go?" said Seamus Finnegan sitting up from lying on one of the couches with his head resting on Dean Thomas' lap. The two came out in their fourth year and had been dating for almost two years now.

The Golden Boy sighed and sat on the couch opposite the couple, beside Hermione who didn't bother to look up from her Arithmancy book.

"Bad."

They stared at him incredulously. "What do you mean? You didn't get it? You got caught?" asked Ron from the other side of Hermione. Before Harry could answer, Draco came out of the portrait hole looking unusually glum.

"All of the above, Weasley."

Ron looked indignant. There was an immediate uproar from the others as Harry and Draco were bombarded with questions.

"―what happened―?"

"―did Maxxie see you―?"

"―he's not angry is he―?"

"―what about the sword―?"

"―Malfoy spoiled everything didn't he―?"

"―shut up Weasley―"

"―no, you shut up Zabini―"

"―what happened―?!"

"ENOUGH!" Harry roared, massaging his temples. Their constant bickering was giving him a headache. He buried his face in his hands and sighed for the third time. This caused the sixth years to give him confused looks and worried glances.

"Oh stop being such a drama queen, Potter. It doesn't suit you," said Draco who fancied sitting on an elegant red leather Wingback Chair that made him look like a respectable boss of a large gang. The way he slightly slouched and rested his handsome face on his knuckles with his elbow on one of the armrests of the chair amplified the effect. One Hufflepuff actually gulped audibly.

"Why don't you quit being such an ass Malfoy and tell them what happened," said Harry annoyingly as he looked up from his hands. He glared at the blonde who only raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine, since you're clearly not in the mood Potter. I'd be happy to do so," said Draco sarcastically. Harry only intensified his glare which did nothing to the Slytherin's composure. The others watched the exchange but remained still as if they witness the two quarrel everyday ― which was quite true in fact.

And so Draco told them everything that had happened in the office excluding what he told Professor Oda about him finding Harry. He didn't need a reason for the Gryffindors to knock him down. Instead, he just told them that they were caught stealing the sword and the both of them got landed in detention. Draco wondered why the raven-haired boy didn't protest in his half lie either because he was too exhausted to retort back or because Draco had left out the part where he betrayed Harry but somehow made amend by telling the others that he received detention as well. The blonde thought both.

"And so Professor Oda will be meeting us tomorrow evening for our first day of detention," finished Malfoy. The Common Room was quiet until Hermione spoke, finally looking up from her book.

"I told you I won't say 'I told you so', but I told you so."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, Granger. Spare us the know-it-all wisdom." The blonde had stopped calling Hermione 'Mudblood' since fifth year and had been sufficiently nice to her since then. But it still didn't stop him from being a prat loads of times.

Hermione ignored him. She was about to say something again when Harry, thinking fast, cut her off.

"It's just a dare, Hermione."

The bushy-haired girl huffed. "Yes Harry, a dare that led to nothing," she said. "Tell me, what exactly have you accomplished by doing it then? Did you actually achieve something?"

"Well they sure got Maxxie angry," said Lavender Brown. Hannah Abbott nodded.

"He must've been pretty angry for him to give Harry and Malfoy detentions."

"Yeah. I never thought I'd see the day he'd finally crack," said Dean, grinning.

Ernie Macmillan laughed. "Me too."

"I third that," said Ron.

"I always see him fighting off a Tyrannosaurus Rex with his Samurai Sword in my dreams," Luna said randomly. Everyone looked at her, bewildered. She just smiled innocently.

An awkward silence passed until Blaise Zabini coughed and cleared his throat.

"Yes, well, it's a good thing that he didn't ask why you two were trying to get your hands on his sword," he said.

"I was thinking the same thing earlier, Blaise. Because if he did ask, I have no idea what Potter will say as an excuse," sneered Draco, glancing sideways at Harry, who narrowed his eyes.

"Why? Have you got an idea what you're going to say if he did ask you, Malfoy? Since we're both caught, you know."

This immediately made the blonde shut up. He forgot he told the others that he was in detention as well. 'Damn Potter and his... Potter-ness.'

"Anyway," said Ron rubbing his palms together. "None of you forgot about the bet right?" Almost everybody rolled their eyes.

The Slytherins and the Gryffindors, except Hermione, grudgingly reached into their pockets while the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws including Ron extended their hands, grinning.

"I still can't believe you went against Harry, Ron," said a frowning Hermione.

"What? From the moment I heard Zabini say, 'Whoever thinks Potter and Draco can get Professor Oda's sword out of his office…' I knew immediately that even Harry's famous Gryffindor luck got no match with the Professor's timing. I mean, let's admit it guys, the man's like… omnipresent or something!"

Everybody looked at him oddly; not because of the essence of what he just said but because of the word he chose to use. Only Pansy Parkinson voiced this thought however.

"Wow, Weasley. I never thought you got such an extensive vocabulary!" she said almost sincerely. Ron just beamed.

"I kinda get your point though, Ron," said Dean, stroking Seamus' hair. "Professor Oda's always at the right place at the right time, now that I think about it."

"Yeah! Remember last time when Ron and I were almost seconds late for Transfiguration, when Professor Oda all of a sudden showed up and cut off McGonagall at the stairs?" said Harry. Hermione nodded.

"And when Snape was about to give Neville detention because of that overflowing Multiplication Potion of his?" said Parvati.

"Oh yeah… I remember that. Snape was fuming mad and Neville was already turning purple when Maxxie suddenly appeared by the door, asking if he could borrow Neville for a moment," reminisced Susan Bones.

"Snape looked like he was about to strangle Professor Oda back then," said Terry Boot. The Slytherins smirked.

"What did he ask you to do Neville?" asked Hermione.

Neville seemed taken aback. "Well…" he started. The sixth years leaned forwards in anticipation. "When we got outside the classroom he just asked if I was okay and then he left."

The others looked confused. "That's it?"

Neville nodded.

"Weird…"

"And that time when that Chang girl was putting up Christmas decorations last year when she slipped and went falling down the scaffold. Oda appeared out of nowhere and caught her!" Blaise exclaimed.

Draco laughed. "I remember that time. I passed by and told her she could've just levitated the ornaments. She's a witch for Merlin's sake!"

"Yeah, that's pretty stupid."

"The point is, Professor Oda's always there when we need him the most," said a wistful Hermione.

"How nice of him," Luna said dreamily.

"Yeah, he's so heroic." said Pansy. Blaise and Draco rolled their eyes.

"It's kinda creepy too."

At half past ten, the sixth years said their goodnights and went back to their respective dormitories and went to bed, feeling excited for the day to come.

The next morning, news that Harry and Draco got detention from the kind and gentle Muggle Studies professor spread like wildfire through Hogwarts. Everyone was chatting excitedly at breakfast discussing what they thought the small Professor would ask the two hottest and most famous boys in school to do.

Bets were taking place from one House to another; even the staff members were quite looking forward to tonight.

"I bet you he'll be making them clean awards at the Trophy Room… with magic."

"Pfft. Nonsense! He's not that tough. He'll just probably ask them to lock themselves up in their Common Rooms."

"I got it! He'll be asking them to make up and be friends!"

"Or, he'll just ask them to shake hands."

"Or just touch each other. That's already suffering for Malfoy and Potter."

"Nah, That's too much suffering for Malfoy."

"Oh right…"

"Maybe he'll just cancel the detention."

"Yeah, he might."

Classes seem to fly so fast and Harry and Draco were getting nervous. They arrived at dinner to be greeted by cheers and applause, with students wishing them luck and asking them not to go too hard on the Professor.

"Cheers, mate!" said Ron, raising his goblet as Harry sat down next to him. The green-eyed boy looked way beyond tense. His two bestfriends noticed and immediately asked him if he was all right.

"Yeah, of course… I'm fine."

"You look a bit jumpy Harry," said Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You think?" The lanky boy just shrugged.

"Honestly Harry, you look like a mess," Hermione fussed, trying to pat down his hair to no avail. She sighed and went on tending Harry's clothes just when Ginny sat across them.

"Harry's not a child anymore, Hermione. Leave him alone."

The bushy-haired girl ignored her and began putting chicken legs and steak on Harry's plate.

"Eat up, Harry. I think you're going to need it."

"Hermione, Harry's not going to war. He's just going to detention… with Maxxie! Surely nothing that grueling will happen!"

"Yeah 'Mione, I'll be fine," said Harry.

"Well I think you forgot that you'll be having detention with Malfoy, so I don't expect anything less than dreadful."

Harry visibly paled. "You don't know the half of it," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

What the school thought was that he and Malfoy will both be having detention, not that he will be having detention while being supervised by Malfoy. He actually admitted to himself that he would rather prefer doing detention for Filch. He shuddered at the thought.

Meanwhile, at the Slytherin Table, Draco Malfoy was having the time of his life.

"I can't believe you're all happy and smiling, to think that you'll be having detention with Potter later," said Pansy, giving Draco a suspicious look.

The blonde just grinned and continued cutting his steak with his knife. "Oh you know, Professor Oda's too soft I'm sure he won't be giving us anything hard to do."

"True," said Blaise from across Draco, studying the latter with narrowed eyes. "But is there something we need to know, Drake?"

Malfoy stopped grinning and gave them an incredulous look. "Not that I know of, why?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thought there might be something happening tonight that we should know of."

The blonde quickly covered up his excitement. "Of course not! Oda's just going to give us some crappy stuff to do and Potter and I will start bickering before we even begin doing the job, then I'm going to hex him, then he's going to hex me, then I'll hex him back again, then we'll manage to finish everything right before Oda comes in, like nothing had ever happened."

"Fine, fine. Just keep out of trouble for a change."

Draco smirked. "Of course."

Harry and Draco walked silently together to Professor Oda's office without even a glance at each other.

The Gryffindor was careful not to start a fight with Malfoy so as not to anger the blonde and cause him to go hard on him later. He wanted to keep out of trouble, or rather, trouble this early, but he knows that what will happen later on is a different story.

Draco on the other hand kept quiet for a different reason ― he simply wanted all the excitement to take place later in the evening.

They arrived in front of the Professor's door. They were just about to knock when it opened and Professor Oda's face came into view.

"You're just in time!" he said cheerfully. Speaking of timing... Harry and Draco glanced at one another briefly with knowing looks on their faces.

"Well come in, come in." The small man opened the door wide for the boys then locked it for good measure. Draco's brows furrowed.

"Now boys, if you would please follow me to the other room…"

They followed the Professor silently, trailing a few meters behind him. They crossed his office and went to the back of the room where another door came into view, slightly hidden by the tapestry and the shadow of the huge cabinet beside it.

With a few tinkling, Professor Oda chose a slightly modern key from his set, unlocked the door and opened it wide.

Harry's mouth fell open. Draco looked utterly confused.

Inside the room was an assortment of Muggle objects sprawled on a long table: batteries, wires, plugs, clocks, telephones, cell phones, a radio, a TV, an iPod, and a computer.

"Mr. Potter, your detention will be teaching Mr. Malfoy to appreciate the Muggle way of living by teaching him how to use these objects as used by the Muggles in their everyday life. I believe Mr. Malfoy is not in any of my classes and I understand that he's not interested in it in any way, so I'm giving you, Mr. Potter, the task of convincing Mr. Malfoy how fascinating the ingenious way Muggles live without magic is. You will be given a month, starting tomorrow, to provide Mr. Malfoy a crash-course of Muggle Studies by teaching him how to look at life through a Muggle's eyes and on how to cope with it through a Muggle's perspective. I trust that this will be very easy for the both of you and at the same time, it will be a lot of fun," he said happily.

He looked at his two stunned students, eyes wide, mouths hanging open, staring at the room in shock. The Professor felt that they wouldn't be surfacing soon so he turned his back at them and walked to the door. He walked out of the room, clutched the doorknob, and started to close the door when he suddenly stopped and addressed Draco.

"Before I forget, thank you so much Mr. Malfoy for doing this little favor for me. I know for a fact that you will enjoy this month immensely to the point that you will be looking forward to your next day of lesson with Mr. Potter, as you look forward to spending your every weekend at Hogsmeade," Professor Oda said with twinkling eyes.

He then closed the door, but opened it again after a few moments.

"Oh and Mr. Malfoy?"

The Slytherin started and turned to look at the small Professor.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Kind readers who review deserve a little preview of the next chapter. :)

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RINNNGGGGGGG!!

"Aaahhhh! What was that?!" Draco yelled, jumping off the table.

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up. "Stop yelling Malfoy, it's just a telephone," he said, crossing the room and picking up the receiver.

"Hello?"

Professor Oda's voice answered from the other end.

Harry looked at Malfoy, standing ten feet away from him, confusion written all over his face.

"Yes, Professor. Everything's fine."

Draco stood still, having no idea who the Gryffindor was talking to.

"Come here, Malfoy," Harry said, motioning the blonde to him. Draco walked forwards slowly, looking suspicious and bewildered.

Harry handed him the receiver. The Slytherin only stared at it.

"Take it."

Draco blinked and slowly took it from Harry and looked at the other having no idea to do with it. The raven-haired boy motioned for him to put one end on his ear and the other just by his mouth.

And so he did.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Aaaaahhhh!!"

Draco dropped the receiver and jumped back, bumping into Harry who sighed and purposely banged his head on the table.