Stop Looking At My Ass!

"I can't believe he is making ME do this." Growled Draco. He was in his detention with the oh-so-sexy Harry, scrubbing desks. SCRUBING DESKS! The nerve, making a Malfoy scrub a desk! Not only that, but afterwards, they had to scrub all of the extra cauldrons and polish all of the potions bottles. And after that, they had to take all of the homework from all of the potions classes and organize them alphabetically. AND they had to do it all without magic.

"Come on, Malfoy, its not that bad. Could you hand me the cleaner?" Asked Harry, wiping a drop of sweat form his forehead.

"First off, don't talk to me. It's your fault we're in here in the first place. Second, it is that bad. And third, get off your ass and get the cleaner yourself." Said Draco crossly. Harry glared at him for a while before getting up to get the cleaner. But just as he reached for it, Draco knocked it to the floor.

"Oh, sorry. My bad." He said with a smirk. Harry flipped him off, but in all reality, he loved it when Draco smirked. He looked so hot when he did. Smiling to himself, Harry bent to pick up the cleaner. Draco stared at him as he bent over, and what he saw almost made him fall off of the desk he was sitting on. Harry had a NICE ass! I mean, yeah he had looked at Harry's ass all of the time, but up close, it was even better! All Draco could do was stare, in awe. But unfortunally, Harry felt Draco's eyes on him. Harry glanced over his shoulder to see what Draco was staring at.

'God I love it when he looks at me! But I can't let him keep looking. It would be too suspicious. Better play it off.' Thought Harry as he straightened.

"Stop looking at my ass, Malfoy." He said, in a mock angry voice. This was enough to shake Draco out of his trance.

"What the hell did you just say, Potter?" Asked Draco. He really hadn't been paying attention.

"I said, 'stop looking at my ass.' God, are you deaf?" Harry asked.

"You only wish I was looking at you, you gay wanker." Replied Draco coolly. Shit, he couldn't be caught. Not without knowing that Harry liked him as much as he liked Harry. That would ruin his whole reputation! Now he was panicking. He had to play it off.

"At least I'm not a homo douche bag. So you can go fuck your self, prick." Replied Harry hotly. Maybe he had imagined Draco looking at him. He had wanted his attention for so long, maybe he was fanaticizing things. If he did imagine Draco looking at him, he had to play if off. He couldn't risk his reputation, not until he was sure Draco liked him as much as he liked Draco.

"What the hell is a 'douche bag', what the hell is a 'homo', and what the hell is a 'prick'?" asked Draco, confused. He had to know what Harry was calling him.

"Look them up in the dictionary." Harry replied costly. He shook his head and walked back to the desk he had been working on. He had no time to be arguing, even though he loved any type of contact with Draco. Snape would be back in 20 minuets, and they still had over half of the desks to do.

"What the hell is a 'dictionary'?" Asked Draco, getting up to follow Harry. He wanted an answer, and he just liked being near Harry.

"Draco I don't have time for this. Snape is going to be here any minuet, and we still have to get the rest of the desks done, so if you would be so kind as to…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold it. You just called me Draco." Said Malfoy, still in shock. Harry had never called him by his first name. He loved hearing it.

"Yeah, well, some of us don't like to hold grudges. Can we call a truce? I am personally tired of fighting 24/7." Harry asked. Draco felt like he was about to go into a coma. Harry had never called him by his first name, he had never talked to him like a human being, and he had certainly never asked him for anything. Ever!

'This must be my lucky day! But if I accept the truce, Harry might think that I had gone soft. And it might be a trick. But if I don't, Harry and me might go on hating each other forever. What do I do?' Draco thought. He opened his mouth to answer Harry, when all of a sudden, Snape swept in. He looked at the half-clean desks.

"Well, well. Still not done. I guess I have no choice but to give you both another day of detention. You may leave for the day. Be back here at 7:00 tomorrow." Snape said coolly. Both boys' shot him looks of venom as they gathered up all of their stuff. When they got to the hallway that separated the Gryffindor from the Slytherins, they stopped and looked at each other. Harry turned to go, but was stopped when Draco called out:

"Wait!" Harry stopped and turned towards Draco.

"Truce." Said Draco holding out his hand. With a grin, Harry shook Draco's hand, then left to tell Ron and Hermione the "good" news.

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