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He had detention. In the Potion's lab. With Harry bloody Potter.
It had been all Potter's fault of course. Well... according to Draco it was. They had been in Transfiguration with McGonagall. Stupid Bat. The Slytherins had been paired with the Gryffindors for this subject, which obviously had caused some minor spats in the first few months. McGonagall had given the miscreants involved detention with her but she was beginning to run out of jobs for them to do. The pranks played had ranged from transfiguring chairs into hedgehogs (poor creatures almost got squashed) to transfiguring people's bags into pixies. Now obviously McGonagall hadn't stood for this and the people involved had found themselves cleaning desks of chewing gum or cleaning the black board without magic. But thanks to Slughorn, she had given Potter and Draco a new job; Cleaning out the Potions cupboard.
Now as most people would have realised, Potions isn't McGonagall's subject so why on Earth was she making Draco and Potter clean out the cupboard? The answer could be give in one word; Slughorn. He had walked past when McGonagall had been reprimanding Draco and Potter, and had decided to volunteer a job of his own for them to do when McGonagall couldn't think of one that hadn't been done yet this year. So tonight, instead of Quidditch practice he had detention cleaning out empty ingredients jars with Harry bloody Potter. His life was complete. Not.
The two had been walking in silence towards the Potions lab for the last 5 minutes. Draco had come 5 minutes early, hoping he could persuade Slughorn to let him off. Potter had apparently had the same brilliant idea and the two had met in the corridor. Draco gave Potter a sidelong glance. The stupid Gryffindor was walking quickly with a frown on his face. He was obviously pretending that Draco didn't exist. Nobody ignores a Malfoy.
"This is all your fault, Potter" Draco muttered, trying to get under Potter's skin. Potter didn't answer but the tightening of his mouth betrayed his feelings to Draco.
"I mean..." he continued, a smirk present on his face now, "If only you could do the simplest spells we wouldn't be in this mess." Potter was now clenching his fists. Oh Draco did love winding up Potter. Highlight of most of his days.
"Seriously," he said, waiting for Potter to finally crack and exude that Gryffindor temper he was known for. If a teacher caught Potter going to hit Draco, he might get off being in detention with the Golden Brat. "How did you even get into N.E.W.T level Transfiguration? Actually how did you and Weasley get into the class?" 'Insulting another member of the Golden Trio' should be written on a button stuck to Potter. And Draco knew just how to push those buttons. He wasn't disappointed.
"What the hell are you on Malfoy?! It was you that decided to point out that my wand gesture to transfigure clothes was wrong and then demonstrate it on my clothes! You can't blame me for being
furious and retaliating!" Draco raised his nose in the air and sniffed daintily. Potter wasn't get angry enough. Well Draco knew how to solve that problem.
"Well, you're the one that acted like a Neanderthal and tackled me to the ground," Draco retaliated, a wicked glint appearing in his eyes, "You hardly had any clothes on either, maybe you fancied rolling with me on the floor. Did it remind you of one of your fantasies?" Potter stopped dead in his tracks and gave Draco an incredulous look. They were standing outside of the Potions lab now. Perfect for a teacher coming out and hearing Potter raising his voice.
"One of my what?!" Potter spluttered his face beet red, "Why the hell would I have fantasies about you and me half naked?" Draco grinned at Potter.
"Interesting Potter," Draco smirked," I don't believe I said anything about me being half naked." Finally coming to the conclusion that nobody was going to walk in on Potter punching him, he opened the door. Maybe he would have better luck inside. He strolled in, ignoring Potter's loud denials outside and fell gracefully into one of the chairs in the room.
Potter, obviously feeling bored with shouting at a closed door, followed Malfoy in with a dark scowl on his face. He too sat down on a chair and crossed his legs. Draco leaned his head back, closing his eyes, and decided to wait for Slughorn so they could get this over with. A tapping noise on a table quickly interrupted his plan of sleeping until the detention.
Draco opened his eyes and quickly looked over at the source of the annoying noise. What a surprise, Potter was sitting with his legs crossed still and tapping his foot against a nearby table. Must he constantly be insufferable? Draco rolled his eyes and ignored Potter. When the noise however, reached new decibels, Draco decided to intervene.
"Potter" He started, "Are you tapping that table because of nerve damage? That would certainly explain a lot." Potter froze and looked at his foot, as if it wasn't attached to his body. He looked at Draco then back at the foot. An evil grin spread across his face.
Draco didn't know whether he should be worried or not.
"Why, is this annoying you Malfoy?" Potter said, unnaturally sweetly.
"Obviously, or I wouldn't have said something" Draco replied scoffing, but inside he was become increasingly suspicious of what Potter was doing.
"So Sorry Malfoy" was all Potter said and uncrossed his legs. Draco, slightly unnerved at Potter's civility, cautiously leaned his head back and closed his eyes again.
All was silent for a few minutes before Potter started tapping his fingers on the table.
Draco's eyes flew open and he stood up quickly. "Potter, please desist before I'm forced to remove your fingers." He backed up this threat by withdrawing his wand. Slughorn of course, picked this moment to enter the classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy!" He said disapprovingly, "Lower your wand at once!" Draco huffed in indignation. Damn that Harry Potter's luck! Slughorn would manage to come in when Draco was acting violent.
Speaking of Potter, he was sitting in his seat looking smug and smirking at Draco. Draco seeing no alternative, well...at least none that wouldn't get him sent to Azkaban, tucked his wand back up his sleeve and sat down again. He scowled at Potter. Stupid, speckled git. I mean he doesn't even have nice glasses! Just horrible round ones. Not a way to flaunt your best features.
"Hello Harry my boy!" Slughorn greeted Potter warmly, "What have you got yourself into this time?" Potter looked a little disgruntled at being blamed for his detention, but answered anyway.
"Nothing sir." He said rolling his eyes. He did however; send a rather pointed look in Draco's direction. Well Draco thought fairly, even he would agree it was probably 95 his fault that they had detention. Not that he would ever mention that to Boy Wonder. Draco pretended to not see that look though, a carefully began to pick at his nails, acting nonchalant. Slughorn gave a rather obvious wink to Potter and cleared his throat.
"Well, you two will be cleaning out the Potion's cupboard as you know. The empty containers will go in this pile for cleaning and the others will be put in a pile for you to put away afterwards." Slughorn explained, "I will come and check on you in an hour. If you have finished by then, you may go." He waddled out of the classroom and closed the door behind him. And Draco was stuck once again with Potter. At least they still had their wands.
Potter didn't even glance in Draco's direction and entered the potions cupboard. Draco followed suit after carefully considering the chances of escaping out of the door. Potter would tell Slughorn anyway. He sighed and began to pull random jars off the shelves and into two separate piles.
The cupboard was stocked to the ceiling with potions, jars, vials and gooey, slimy things that made Draco's stomach turn. He didn't have a clue what half of the ingredients were and by the bewildered look on Potter's, he wasn't faring much better. Draco picked up the last jar on the bottom shelf and peered inside. He jumped, almost dropping the jar, as the eyeballs inside stared back at him. He shuddered and placed the jar away from him, in the pile. Draco didn't even want to think about what potion would require eyeballs. He could only hope the donors were deceased when the eyeballs were retrieved. His stomach turned at the thought.
Distracting himself he started to pick up a vial on the second shelf. It was quite a pretty vial. Made of a sort of pearly violet glass and had a swirly stopper on the top. It was kind of girly for something Slughorn or even Snape to possess. He wondered what on earth was in it. Brushing off the dust coating it, he scrubbed the glass so a label became visible.
Euphoria Potion, it read in a floral script, 1 drop and an hour of Euphoria will ensue. Not for the faint hearted. Interesting...thought Draco. He was pretty sure even the N.E.W.T students hadn't brewed this potion. He wondered why. Surely Slughorn wouldn't keep a potion that induced Euphoria unless it was for the N.E.W.T class to observe. Was it dangerous to brew? Draco skimmed down the label to the bottom, where it stated; fumes can have harmful effects.
Maybe that's why Slughorn won't let us brew it. Draco nodded to himself and went to place the vial in the full pile. He was walking over when a thought struck him. He took a sidelong glance at Potter. Fumes can be harmful... Draco was certainly interested by that. He wondered what would happen if the vial should ever so slightly slip and fall at Potter's feet. A manic laugh sounded in Draco's head.
Ever so slowly, he crept over to Potter's side of the shelves. If he moved fast and covered his mouth, Draco wouldn't breathe any of the fumes in. A plan began to form in Draco's head. He now stood directly behind Potter, who had yet to realise Draco was there. However, he tensed suddenly and began to turn around. Draco seized this moment to put his plan into action.
"Whoops" he said softly and let the vial roll off his hand and smash onto the stone floor. Potter's eyes followed this movement and widened as the delicate glass shattered on impact. Draco quickly held his breath and covered his mouth.
"Malfoy! You prat!" Potter began to shout, "What did you-"He broke off and clutched his throat in his hands. Draco began increasingly worried as the Saviour of the Wizarding World backed up against the wall and began to wheeze. When the potion stated 'harmful effects', Draco envisioned embarrassing boils or two heads. Not Potter choking to death! Draco whipped out his wand, his hand still over his mouth, and vanished what was left of the potion. He took his hand from over his mouth and walked hesitantly over to Potter. He started running though as Potter's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped down the wall.
Oh shit! Draco's heart was thumping and he frantically felt for a pulse in Potter's neck. He jumped back when Potter reached up to rub the back of his head, where it had hit the wall. Draco sighed in relief but when Potter sat up he couldn't help sighing in his head. He had Euphoria potion in his hands and he had wasted it on Potter. Even worse it clearly had no effects as Potter unfortunately still only had one head. He was jolted out of his musings by two hands grabbing the front of his robes. He stared scathingly down at the owner of the hands.
"Potter," he started, rolling his eyes at the prat, "I know I look devastating but would you mind letting go?" Potter just ignored him and ran a heated gaze down Draco's body.
Now call Draco crazy but this gaze looked oddly full of...lust? But that couldn't be right because this was Potter and he hated Draco. Right?!
"Malfoy..." Potter breathed out, "Did you know you look really hot right now?" Oh shit, yes that was lust. Draco desperately tried to pull away from Potter's hands, but was only managed to pull away a few inches before Potter pulled his face close to his own. Draco's neck began to ache from being in one position a long time. Why on Earth was Potter acting like this?
"Potter, maybe your hearing is impaired as well as your vision," Draco said heatedly, "But I distinctly remember telling you to Get Off!" Potter looked contemplative for a moment, but did not realise Draco's robes.
"Shut up Malfoy" he replied shortly and continued staring into Draco's eyes. Draco's mouth dropped open at Potter's rude denial and began to protest when he noticed Potter's attention had moved from his eyes to his mouth. He was licking his own lips subconsciously and leaning towards Draco.
Draco's eyes widened at the action and he tugged backwards sharply. Potter not expecting this action, unwillingly let go off Draco's robes and slumped against the wall. His eyes were oddly cloudy. Maybe he has concussion? Or maybe...Oh my god! The potion! I've given Harry bloody Potter brain damage, Draco thought. Not that most people will be able to tell the difference, he added spitefully.
Draco slowly stood up from where he had fallen and gazed at Potter warily. He didn't want to make any sudden movements in case Potter took them as an advance. When he straightened fully he slowly started edging backwards toward the door. He quickly glanced behind him, judging the distance, but when he turned back, Potter was inches away from him. Draco let out an unMalfoyish squeak that he would deny doing later.
"Where are you going gorgeous?" Potter practically purred. He reached out and ran his hand down Draco's side. Unwillingly, Draco shivered at the action. Ashamed by his body's reaction he moved out of Potter's reach and again began edging to the door. Potter seemed slightly upset by these actions and quickly moved between Draco and the door.
Draco froze as a hot mouth descended on his neck. It lightly sucked and nipped at Draco's neck forming a hickey quickly. Draco again shivered and couldn't help his head lolling on Potter's shoulder behind him. Oh god it felt so good. Ignoring the fact that it was Potter doing this to him, he slowly turned his head towards Potter, still not turning round, and caught those talented lips with his own. He kissed Harry lightly for a few minutes, their lips moving perfectly in sync with each other. Draco was shocked out of his actions when a hand palmed him through his trousers. He broke the kiss and turned round to stare at Potter.
Potter was gazing at Draco with heated eyes, cloudy with lust and yearning for Draco. He slowly began stalking forward, intent on reaching his prize. Draco sighed inwardly; he knew he was going to hate himself in the morning. Potter was obviously not in his right mind, thanks to Draco. If the two of them slept together and Potter went back to being normal in the morning, he would most certainly murder Draco. He met Potter in the middle and touched his lips lightly with his own. When Potter was occupied with kissing his lips, he reached behind him, wand in hand, and muttered "Stupefy."
Potter immediately fell limp in Draco's arms and he laid him on the ground softly. Oh god this had turned into a big mess. All Draco had wanted to do was give Potter possibly another head and instead he had his arms full of an amorous Gryffindor, intent on giving Draco the best shagging of his life. Not that Draco had minded all too much, just the fact that it was Potter. Or at least he thought that was the reason he was so confused. He glanced down at this watch. He had ten minutes till Slughorn came to check on them and he still had another four shelves to clear, plus clean the empty jars and restock the other ones.
Half heartedly he left Potter on the ground and waved his wand at the remaining shelves. They surprisingly, soared into two separate piles. He went to the full pile and quickly levitated them onto Potter's shelves first before his own. When he had finished stocking them he moved quickly onto the empty pile. Picking up the first disgusting jar, he muttered scourgify. Slughorn really should have taken their wands off them. The pile diminished quickly and Draco was soon left with around ten when Slughorn appeared.
He gazed around the cupboard, eyes resting on the shelves then ultimately Potter.
"What on Earth happened to Mr. Potter?" he said incredulously to Draco. Draco quickly thought up a fairly plausible story.
"Well, you see sir; Potter finished with his shelves and thought he would take a nap." He said calmly, "The jars left are mine to clean." Slughorn looked down at Harry with a faintly worried expression on his face. Finding no gaps in Draco's story, he looked convinced at Draco.
"Then, I suppose you can go Mr. Malfoy," Slughorn stated "McGonagall asked me to tell you if any more trouble is caused in her lessons, she will personally see to a much worse detention." After delivering that piece of bad news, he beamed at Draco.
"Now, if you would be so kind as to levitate Mr. Potter to his rooms, I would be very grateful." With those parting words he squeezed his way back out of the room and left Draco with an unconscious Gryffindor. Draco sighed gustily but waved his wand at Potter's body. He walked through the corridors to the Gryffindor Common Room and knocked gently on the portrait.
The picture swung forwards, revealing a very surprised Hermione Granger. He set Harry down at her feet and nodded his head once in greeting. With a last parting look at Potter, he turned at walked back to his own dorms; his mind full of images of green eyes Gryffindors and Euphoric Potions.
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Second part will be posted with hot DracoHarry sex. What will Harry's reaction be when he remembers what happened? How will Draco explain it to him? Review and I'll update quickly :D