Warning: Slash/Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Lemon in later chapters.

Some OOC-ness.

Rating: R for graphic lemon for later, and just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I, psycho neko-chan, do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters.

A.N: Wow! Chapter six!!!!! I thank you all for reading my story and I'm glad you all like it. I have been asked to write more yaoi scenes (I guess you hp fans call it slash…) into my story. Don't worry; it will come all in good time…All in good time…Muah ha ha ha!!...ahem. Yeah, and for that same person, I'm sixteen years old…Why you wanted to know that is beyond me, but hey, whatever makes my loyal readers happy. Anyway, on to the next chapter!!!!!!

Eventful Detention Chapter 6

The sound of heavy footsteps only grew louder as Harry Potter made his way to the Gryffindor common room. Harry's breathing had quickened from the climb and he wiped his brow of the droplets of sweat forming there. Even though Harry was in shape, he felt the climb was a bit ridiculous. He didn't even look at the Fat Lady as he mumbled the password and let himself in.

He expected to see at least one of his friends waiting for him in the common room, and sure enough there sat Hermione in one of the comfy chairs, reading a rather large book.

Harry walked over and sat down in a chair next to her, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.

"Hello." The curly-haired brunette said calmly, not even looking up from her book.

The boy couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"What are you reading?"

"I'm just reading up on the ten greatest witches and wizards of all time. A bit of light reading doesn't hurt anyone, you know?" She put her bookmark between the two pages she was reading and closed the book, setting it aside on the small table near the chair.

"So," she whispered quietly. "How did it go? Did you ask the person if they liked you or not?" Harry was grateful that she did not define the gender of who they were speaking of. Who knows who could be eavesdropping on their conversation?

"Well…I did and," Harry blushed faintly. "They said they like me too."

Hermione's eyes brightened as did her smile and clapped her hands together.

"Oh Harry, that's wonderful!" she said, her voice squeaking in delight.

"So, will you tell me who it is?" she pleaded, curiosity getting the best of her. Harry smiled, but shook his head.

"Nope. You'll find out sooner or later. I don't want to tell just yet." He couldn't help but laugh at Hermione as she pouted, but soon realized a friend of his was nowhere in sight.

"Hermione, have you seen Ron?"

The girl stopped her pouting and looked at him, her eyes squinting in thought.

"No, I haven't seen him since you left this afternoon."

"Really?...huh?" Harry heard something and turned around as he heard the Gryffindor secret door open, a red haired boy slipping in.

"Heh. Speak of the Devil, look who finally showed up!" Harry stayed in his seat and waited for Ron to come over and speak to his best friends, but he was surprised when Ron glared at him and left for the boy's dorm.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry as though he any idea.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know."

"Why don't you go talk to him? I would, but it's the boys' dorm." Harry nodded, a bit curious himself to find out what was wrong with his best friend.

"Yeah. See you later." Harry left the comfy chair and headed to the boys' Dormitory.

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Harry entered the room quietly to find Ron sitting up on his bed, back against the head board, arms tightly crossed against him. There was an angry look in his eye that confused Harry.

"Uh, hey Ron. How come you're in here?"

"I need to talk to you privately, and I knew you'd follow." Ron answered curtly. Harry sat down on his own bed.

"Okay, what do you want to-"

"Don't give me that, Harry. You know what I'm talking about." Harry gave him a look of surprise.

"…Ron, I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"I saw you." Ron said flatly.

"…Saw me?"

"Kiss Malfoy. I saw you kiss him!." Ron's voice rose in anger and Harry gasped.

"Ron, I-"

"So, when were you planning on telling me you're a queer, huh? And you're going out with that scum, that-that rich frickin' snob!"

"I-I was going to, but I didn't want you to react like…like this!" Harry yelled back.

"How am I supposed to act!? You're going out with our enemy! Have you forgotten all the crap we've had to go through because of him?" Ron quieted a bit, hurt clearly heard in his voice.

"Of course I haven't. Ron, you have no idea what I've had to go through these last few days. But I can't help it."

"Yes you can! Don't see him again!" Harry looked away.

"Harry?"

"I-I can't do that. I'm sorry Ron, I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, but…" A small tear ran down the boy's cheek.

"I love him. I'm so sorry." Harry got up and left the dorm silently, leaving Ron to wonder if he had just lost a friend.

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A.N:…So, how was it? I've been given ideas about where to go with this story from my loyal reviewers, and they're all really great ideas, but I won't be using them because I'm one of those people that have a strong conscience and I'll feel like I stole the idea. Try not to give me ideas cuz' if it's one that I already had, odds are I won't use it…I'm pathetic, I know but I'd rather not feel physically sick because I used someone's idea without their permission. I wonder if there's a phobia for being afraid that people hate you…cuz' that's what I probably have…(sweatdrop). Anyway…Review please!!!!!(Bows and hands out cookies to readers and gives reviewers cookies AND chocolate milk). Oh, and I promise my next chapter will be longer, but I posted this so you people have something to read. XD