CHAPTER ONE: Into the kitchen

"Mr. Potter…" Harry heard his transfiguration teacher's voice from behind him but he didn't care. His wand was pointed at Molfoy, daring him to cast a spell.

"stupe…" Draco shouted but Harry was quicker.

"Ennerva…" Before he could say the whole spell his wand fell out of his hand. Same was the case with Draco. He was also standing, staring at him, disarmed.

"Accio wands." McGonagall said and both of their wands went flying in her hands. She then looked at the two and cleared her throat, "Mr. Molfoy and Mr. Potter… to my office." She then walked off, disappearing into the corridor. Harry saw no other choice so she started following her with a few feet behind him.

A group of first year students were staring at them as they walked up the stair case towards McGonagall's office. Harry just ignored them while the person behind him stopped and started staring back at them, angrily. When they didn't turn away, his hand slowly made its way towards Draco's robes pocket, which made them run in the opposite direction thinking that maybe Draco would curse them.

Harry knocked at the door when they reached her office before opening it and stepping in. The teacher looked up at him and Molfoy and gestured them to sit.

"Fifty points from both of you," she looked at them for a few seconds then continued, "and detention."

"What?" Molfoy spat, "Points and detention?"

"Yes Mr. Molfoy, Do you realize what have you done?" She asked calmly. When no one said anything she said, "You have scared away the first years, caused their parents to worry,broke Hogwards most expensive painting and almost killed someone."

"But he started it." Molfoy said innocently, "Why not give him my part of detention too."

"That's enough Mr. Molfoy." She narrowed her eyes at him then said to both, "Its Sunday, isn't it?"

When they both nodded, she continued, "meaning no classes, right?"

The two heads nodded again.

"And its still morning, Your punishment for all of this is that you will spend whole day in the Kitchen…"

"I can possible spend my whole day with those creepy animals." Molfoy complained.

"And I have quiddich practice today professor." Harry joined in.

"Detention is detention, no complains. As I was saying, whole day in the kitchen, you will have to prepare dinner for the whole school, clean the dishes and the whole kitchen without anyone's even the house elves' and certainly without magic."

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"Its entirely your fault that I'm here." Malfoy sat on the marble surface a few feet away from the stoves. The kitchen was empty except the two. There was also no sign of the house elves.

Harry ignored him and said, "Let's get started so I can leave this hell." When Molfoy didn't say anything harry looked at him and saw him half lying, his eyes barely open.

"MOLFOY!" Harry shouted, "Its not only my punishment."

"But it was your fault." Molfoy pointed out, "Anyways, I don't know how to cook, I'll burn myself."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'll cook. Just give me everything I ask you."

"Why can't you take them your own self?"

"Just do what I say." Harry said angrily, "Pass me those three steal dishes."

"They are even bigger than me." Draco replied.

"Just do it." Harry said and unfolded the paper that has been given to him by McGonagall, "All we have to do is make fifteen dishes, clean this place and wash the dishes."

"What?" The things he was holding fell from his hands producing a loud sound, making them cover their ears. Harry helped him place the big bowls on the stove.

"Why don't you stand there and tell me how much oil I should put in it for the gravy?" Harry suggested pointing at the counter next to the stove where Draco was sitting a few minutes ago, when he did nothing except for staring at harry with a raised eyebrow, Harry sighed, "Come on, I cant look inside that thing!"

Still no reply, "You just have to sit there and tell me, is it that difficult?"

Draco rolled his eyes and placed his hands on the counter, trying to stand on it.

"I think that's enough." Draco said as Harry poured another jug full of oil, the pot was almost full of liquid that Harry was pouring into it.

"You sure?" Harry asked, Draco nodded, "we'll have to wait for a few minutes for it to heat up, and then we'll add the vegetables." He told the blond head, who was barely paying any attention; Harry looked at him skeptically as he pulled out something black from his robes pocket. It seemed like a small note book, Draco looked up and saw Harry staring at him, "What are you looking at?"

"Uh…um…nothing," Harry looked away, and said, "Help me cut the vegetables."

"I'll cut my hand." Draco looked up from the little book, innocently.

"Don't make me do something wrong." Harry hissed.

Draco's lips formed a small mocking smile and he raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong?" there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Harry grunted, "Just help me…"

"What if I don't?" Draco teased; he loved it when Potter's face would become red due to anger. Harry's eyes narrowed as he stared into those grey eyes. After a few moments, he walked passed Draco muttering, "Don't."

Draco watched as Harry sliced the cucumbers and tomatoes, mixed them and added some spices, then said to himself, "completed." He was smiling proudly. A small smile appeared on Draco's face.

Harry placed them into a big dish, and then moved towards the plate which contained the meat. He placed another steel pot over the fire. Draco sighed and walked over to the stove to tell Harry about the amount of eatable oil to transfer in it.

"Potter that's enough!" Draco said for the third time but harry pretended that he had not heard him and poured another glass full which caused the oil to fall out of the pot. He looked at Draco and said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you deaf? I told you that you were pouring unnecessary." Draco shot back.

"We are out of oil just because of you!" Harry shouted, Draco's eyes narrowed, eye brows furrowed.

"because of me, eh?" Draco asked calmly.

Harry didn't respond, he knew he was just being silly, it isn't Malfoy's fault, Harry pledged himself. He was the one who hadn't listened to him.

Draco looked away from Harry's face, What a brat!

Harry dumped the vegetables into the oil, angrily, making oil ooze out. He then unloaded the dish of meat in the same oil, even more angrily.

"Have you lost your mind?" Draco placed his hand on Harry's shoulder but harry shrugged it off, roughly. He was looking at his feet. Harry felt tears form in his eyes, he tried to blink them away but the fact that he was standing there because of Molfoy was making it hard for him to do so. He had practice and a date with Ginny but Molfoy had ruined it all. He turned around and pointed his index finger at Draco, "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" a tear fell from his eye, Draco looked at him confused.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know that this chapter was boring but I'll try my best to make the second one interesting, I swear, do review and tell me your views *wink*.