Chapter 4
After an hour of writing in painful silence Malfoy reclined, breaking the tension, back in his chair and stretched his long arms back over his head. "I'm done," He claimed smugly.
Harry looked up in utter disbelief, "what the hell?" He blurted out.
Merlins beard! How on earth did he write two thousand lines so quickly?
"What, Potter, did you honestly expect me to spend three hours writing lines. Who do you think I am, some form of muggle school boy?" Malfoy sneered, looking Harry up and down. "You haven't actually started writing them by hand have you Potter? Your such an idiot!" Draco bust out into laughter, "You don't know the charm do you Potter?" He said once he had calmed down.
Without a second of haste for Harry to retort angrily at the Slytherin, Draco ascended gracefully from his wooden chair and in a few long strides met Harry at the other side of the dark room. Harry made a small effort to stand up before his enemy but Malfoy swiftly dismissed him with a lazy swish of his hand.
Draco murmured the short incantation under his breath and to Harry's bewilderment his quill started to scratch out the lines on his provided parchment.
Harry was then torn between to possible retorts: yelling at Malfoy for calling him an idiot or beaming up at him in gratitude. However instead he decided to simply mutter, "thanks... I guess?" Before turning away from the celestial blond boy to hide his bright blush.
Much to Harry's annoyance, Draco proceeded to pull out a chair from the desk beside him and then swiftly place himself down. After placing his boot clad feet upon Harry's own desk, he chose to bore his icy blue eyes into the back of Harry's messy head. Harry felt his jaw twitching with the effort not to tell the prat to get his filthy shoes off his desk and to stop staring at him.
"You do realise that we have two hours left, Malfoy" Harry snapped eventually, bored of the heavy silence that had fallen upon them both and whipped his head around to face Draco in annoyance.
"Yes, actually believe it or not, I do know how to tell the time, Potter" Draco rolled his eyes at the so called 'Chosen One'. Once again Harry slowly turned his head away from the Slytherin, muttering to himself, "could've fooled me..."
"I thought Gryffindor's were meant to be brave! You can't even look at me! Scared Potter?" Malfoy mocked.
"Do you ever shut up?" Harry growled and then jerkily rose to his feet, shuffling over to the furthest desk from the git. He roughly yanked a chair back causing a ungodly noise. He then fell down into the seat. He slouched forward, wearily resting his cheek against his clenched fist.
"Really Potter, I can't be worse than that orange tumour you call a friend." Draco sneered, baiting him. His eyes were gleaming as he waited in anticipation for Harry's reply.
Oh Potter; so easy to toy with. Draco thought to himself.
"Piss off Malfoy. Ron's worth ten of you any day!" Harry spat turning to face his enemy.
"Sorry - I didn't realise you were so protective of your pets," the blonde jeered. "Oh and tell me, how's the mudblood?"
Harry slammed his hands down on the table and spun to face Draco. He stormed closer with every word, drawing his wand as he spoke,"at least I don't have two trolls following me around!" Harry stopped directly in front of Draco, his wand pointed at at Malfoy's neck threateningly; his hand shaking with anger.
"You wound me Potter!" Draco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and clutched at his heart as though in pain. "Although I think we both know who would win in a duel between us, Potter, I would be very surprised If Snape appreciated us having a fight in his private dungeon. Besides if he wasn't granted permission to disembowel us, he'd surely force us to spend another night in the Forbidden Forest, and we both know how fantastic that went last time!"
Harry laughed without any humour as he remembered his first detention, "Yes. You ran away screaming and left me with a dog, although it's not as if the company was any better!"
"At least I didn't didn't get your mutt of a godfather killed!"
With that, Harry lost all common sense and launched himself at the blond, punching and kicking any part of the other boy he could reach. However Draco quickly re-gained his Malfoy pride by rolling them over on the floor and pinning Potter beneath him. His legs locked in a tight grip against Harry's sides. Harry began to squirm underneath the blond prat, trying in vain to free himself but of corse to no avail.
Draco then grabbed both ends of Harry's collar and lifted his head up to his own; their noses just a hairs width away from touching. Harry's breath came out I angry pants when he realised the blonde wasn't going to let go.
Malfoy leaned his head closer and Harry felt the slightest brush of lips against his cheek until they stopped by his ear. Harry felt Draco's hot, ragged breath beat rhythmically against his neck as he hissed, "Seems like you did honestly think you could beat me, Pot-"
The rest of Draco's sentence trailed off as he caught sight of the ominous shadow that fell over his eyes.
Draco unceremoniously let go of Harry's shirt, letting the Chosen ones head crash onto the stone ground, creating a dull thud that echoed around the dungeon.
"What was that for?" Harry whined as he attempted once again to free himself from Draco's hold. Although Malfoy kept him down, he did manage to free one arm from Draco's clutches, which he awkwardly twisted to cradle his abused head.
Malfoy's eyes darted up to find a dark figure towering above them.
"Why is that whenever you two are left alone together, our Chosen Boy here always ends up on the floor, with you, Draco on top of him? It seems to be becoming almost a routine for you two." Snape drawled, casting a condescending look over them."I wouldn't even expect first years to indulge themselves in such childish antics. Your behaviour disgusts me. Personally I would rather die than be caught fighting like an intoxicated muggle, but then I wouldn't expect much etiquette from you Potter."
After what felt like hours of Draco staring earnestly up at Snape and Harry painfully twisting his neck to glare up at the man, Snape decided to speak, " You can get of him Draco, unless of course, you enjoy straddling Mister Potter down there."
With that Harry managed to free both arms and gave Malfoy a hard shove just as the blonde had been attempting to stand. This resulted in Draco stumbling forward causing Snape to stretch an arm out to steady him.
Harry laughed, still sitting on the floor as he waited for his legs to stop tingling.
"You are dismissed," Snape sighed wearily, sending a withering glare at the boy laughing on the floor. "Be quite at once Potter. Same place, same time in two days." And with that he left in a billow of black robes.
"Enter," Dumbledore cheerfully called whilst unraveling the yellow wrapper of a lemon barged in muttering profanities under his breath and started to pace back and forth in front of Dumbledores desk, raking a potion stained hand through his greasy locks. "Oh Severus, I must recommend L'Oreal; a muggle shampoo. It's really quite brilliant. Works wonders for my beard."
Snape only rolled his eyes before stopping and slamming his hands on the desk."Those boys will be the death of me." Dumbledores eyes sparkled and a small smile crept onto his lips, aggravating Snape even more.
"You mean Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy?"
"Who else?" Snape snapped, narrowing his eyes; looking incredulously at the old man before him.
"What's happened this time?" Dumbledore gave a long, drawn out sigh. Of course, he was used to Snape complaining about a certain pair of sixth year boys.
"Where to begin, Albus, where to begin..." Snape slumped himself down tiredly into the chair opposite the headmaster.
"Well I always found that the beginning is a very good place to start!" Dumbledore smiled gayly, waving his hand as if to encourage Snape with his tale.
"I left them on their own for hour Albus! An hour! And that in itself was to serve their detention I gave them for the whole train incident-" Snape was interrupted by a deep chuckle from the old warlock before him, "Ahh yes the train incident. What an unfortunate event." However his face displayed nothing but happiness.
Snape just rolled his eyes and continued: "I found Draco on top of Potter! Literally sitting on him! And even after I walked in I had to instruct Draco to get off to get off your precious Golden boy!"
"Draco sounds like quite the alpha male doesn't he?" Dumbledore giggled, popping yet another lemon drop into his mouth.
Severus snarled, "They were in detention Albus! I walked in on them fighting like incompetent muggle and you are laughing. And can you stop this obsessive need for sour, hard-boiled sweets!"
Dumbledore lifted his eyes gravely to meet Severus',"I'm dying Severus..."
Snape felt his face fall slack, he knew of the headmaster's cursed hand and in his free time was doing all he could to find a cure. "I'm so sorry, Albus. I didn't mean to-"
Once again the potions master found himself cut off by the batty headmasters laughter, "what?" He asked, truly puzzled.
"You need to let loose an have fun Severus! Live a little!" Dumbledore smiled.
"Well I'm sorry, Albus, but I think you'll find that when facing almost certain death every minute of your life for, how long has it been? About twenty years, it's rather difficult to fit something as trivial as fun into your schedule."
"I know Severus. I know." Dumbledore eyes taking on a far away look.
With that Snape stood up and left the old headmaster to his thoughts.
As Draco entered the Slytherin common room Pansy let out a high, long wolf whistle, "My, My Draco, you have been busy!"And of course with her obnoxiously loud voice the rest of the occupants of the common room turned their eyes to Draco. He gave them a piercing glare to which they all hastily turned away.
He sat down with his usual crowd. He the turned to Pansy, "What do you mean?"
"You know what she means Draco. Which lucky girl, or boy for that matter, was it this time?" Blaize replied smirking.
"Don't be stupid Blaize. Not that it's any of your business but It was simply a detention with Potter."
"Oh I didn't realise he was your type?" Theodor Nott chirped from the corner, peeking over the top of his book, Draco could still see the smirk on his face.
Draco felt blood rush to his high cheekbones and Pansy added, "let's face it, Draco, it's not like you ruffled your hair and untucked your shirt your self!"
"We had a fight if you must know!" Draco said quickly before they could imply anything else.
"Well your quick you defend your new little Gryffindor pal!" Blaisze chuckled.
"Don't be absurd, it's rather difficult, Pansy, to keep your hair perfect when someone's punching you in the face, would you like to test the theory out yourself? I'm sure Blaize would be more than happy to assist me." Draco offered, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Calm down Draco! We know potters a prat! You'd be more likely to go out with that Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff!" Pansy teased playfully.
"I'd pay to see Draco going out with a Hufflepuff!" Theo laughed from his corner as Pansy proceeded to slap him on the arm with her copy 'Witch Weekly' magazine.
Draco, tired with their childish behaviour, bid them goodnight, and left them once again to brood the events of the day in his bedroom.