For The Will Of It
Chapter 2: Confrontation
By pantheradraconis
The sun was just coming up over the mountains, and the air was still thick with morning dew. Harry slowly found his way down to the Quidditch changing rooms, making sure to keep his cloak covering his feet. When the tall boy turned the corner around the small building, he found himself mere centimeters from the blond. Harry quickly caught his breath, but inhaled a strong scent causing him to step back and sigh. He caught the noise from his mouth just as Draco turned towards him. The blond looked right through the younger boy, wondering what made him turn, but quickly shrugged it off to the wind and continued through the door into the changing room.
Harry pressed his back up against the side of the building trying to figure out what just happened. He had never really been that close to the other boy. The smell that was still caught in his nose was tantalizing. No, wait... no, it wasn't. It was just soap. Really nice smelling soap. That must be it. 'I should buy some of that soap for myself,' Harry thought to himself. 'I just like the scent of it.'
Making sure not to inhale too much, Harry found his way back around the side of the building and was about to walk in, when Draco came out of the door and slammed right into him.
"What the hell?" Draco found himself on the ground, but he wasn't touching it; he seemed to be floating, only on something solid. "What's going on?" He jumped up quickly and kicked the ground where he had landed... Sort of...
"Ow! Stop kicking me!" Harry tried to remove the cloak, but it was caught under him and all he could do was roll around on the ground.
"Potter?!" Draco could see a hand, then a leg. What was going on here? "What are you doing? Is that an invisibility cloak? Where did you get that?" The blond kicked the boy again, wishing to get an answer faster. And... he just enjoyed seeing the younger boy in pain like that.
"Stop kicking me! It was my father's. He gave it to me."
"Hate to break it to you, but your father's dead. Whoever gave that to you must just like to hear you call him 'papa'."
"You're disgusting." Harry finally got up and removed the cloak, leaving it on the ground. He looked Draco in the eye, but, forgetting not to breathe too strongly, due to the lack of air from being kicked on the ground, got another whiff of the 'eau de Draco'. He promptly looked past the blond to refocus his attention; he noticed that the Ravenclaw changing room was sparkling clean and perfectly organized. "Wait a minute! How did you clean that so fast?"
"Magic, obviously. We are wizards, are we not? Well, maybe one of us is, at least." Draco smirked then moved past Harry, into the Slytherin changing room, only to emerge from it within seconds.
"But you aren't supposed to use magic! Didn't Filch take your wand this morning?" Harry walked with the older boy to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff changing rooms on the other side of the pitch.
"I gave him Crabbe's wand. I'm not going to waste my time cleaning up this filth. Why be a wizard if you're going to do things the Muggle way? It's not the place of a Malfoy."
"You're going to get caught. What happens when you go back to the castle having finished in only a half an hour, what should have taken you 3 hours in the least?" Draco went into the Hufflepuff changing room and emerged with one of the uniforms. He dropped it in the mud on the side of the building and moved to walk back across the pitch.
"I'm not going back to the castle. Do you really believe I would be that dimwitted in dealing with this ridiculous detention? What am I, a Hufflepuff? I'm going to the owlery to send off some letters, then to the lake to finish my potions essay." The blond continued past the pitch and moved on towards the owlery.
Harry followed closely, trying to work out just how much time it took Draco to figure all of this out. It was then he realized Draco skipped the Gryffindor building. "What about my team's changing room?"
"I'm not going to touch that disgusting room. It's got mudblood dripping from it. I wouldn't even breath in the air from that room."
"You're such a pig, Malfoy."
Draco stopped and turned towards the brunette. "What's a pig?"
"It's uh, farm animal."
"Oh." Draco turned to walk again, when Harry grabbed at his arm.
The younger boy held his breath and spit out the question that had been boggling his mind for months now. "What have you been doing in the Room of Requirement?"
The two boys stared at each other in silence. Draco had a look of surprise on him, something Harry had never really seen before. The blond shook his head and when he looked back into Harry's eyes, had his usual smirk back in place. "What are you talking about, Potter?"
"You're always in there! Alone, night and day, for hours at a time. What are you doing in there?"
The blond tried to keep his face as unreadable as ever while he thought through what the younger boy was saying to him. 'How could he know I was in there?' "How do you know I'm in there?"
"It doesn't matter.."
"Yes it does! You're spying on me? That's disgusting, Potter. Why are you watching me? Have some sick interest in me?"
"What? No! No, of course not! What? What are you talking about Malfoy? I just want to know what you're doing in there." Harry tried to step in front of Draco to stop him, but Draco was slicker on his feet than the brunette. Draco turned to his left and ran past Harry. The younger boy tried to keep up with the Slytherin, but the blond was much faster and soon lost him. Harry sighed and walked back to the pitch to retrieve his cloak. 'What the hell just happened?'