Harry's day dragged on as slowly as possible, and that's the last thing he
wanted. He woke up, hoping that the day would just fly by so he could get
to his detention and it would be over and done with, and the whole day
would be like a dream, like it never happened. Of course, this being what
he wanted, the exact oposite happened. Every class seemed like it was at
least five hours long, and each minute that ticked away was just one more
closer to who knows how many hours he would be spending with Malfoy.
On top of the overly boring classes, Harry remembered that they served their detention at midnight, with Snape, of all people. His day would be extened even more than usual, ending off with something that would probably be very unpleasent. Harry sighed at this thought, and put his head down, hoping to drown out Professor Binn's monotonous voice that was going on about the beginnings of house elf enslavements in the late 1200's.
The events of last night instantly came back to Harry, and he started to wonder who he would have made Malfoy kiss, because he obviously was just about to win when Snape made him slam to a halt and spin violently, while Draco got thrown off his broom. He started thinking about Draco's comment on Harry kissing his best friend, Ron, and if it had been true. He really did want to talk about everything with Malfoy, but he knew that Snape overseeing their detention would prevent any of that happening. Harry tried to forget about everything and was about to take a short nap, when, to his relief, class was dismissed.
"God, I'm glad we only have to put up with that old git's babble once a week, I'm not sure I could handle anymore," Ron told Harry as they walked out of the class and started out to the greenhouses.
Ron was rubbing his eyes as if he'd just woken up from a nap, which he probably did. "At least we'll be doing something in Herbology instead of listening to Binns talk about something that no one even wants to hear about," Harry added. "I mean, who really cares when and how house elves were enslaved?"
"Hermione," Ron said smiling. Harry looked over and they went into a fit of laughter, the only time Harry had laughed, or smiled for that matter, all day.
They just barely got through Herbology, which was thankfully, their last class of the day. They had been planting gane mellon seeds, who's fruit cured the stomach flu and headaches. Although much more exciting than Advanced History of Magic, everyone was glad to be out of there and free for the weekend. Everyone except Harry.
He managed to make it through a small dinner, and then went into the common room to read. He sat in a squashy armchair by the fire reading, right up until the last few people that had been lingering went up to bed. About fifteen minutes later, he put his book down, crawled out of the portrait hole, and headed down to the dungeons.
When Harry got to the door of Snape's office, he looked and saw Malfoy already sitting in a chair next to Snape's desk, where Snape sat right behind. He stood up, glaring at Harry. "Sit, Potter." He pointed at a chair next to Malfoy's, and as Harry was walking towards it Snape had started to walk to the door. Harry started to wonder what he was doing, was he going to go get something to torture them with? Did he have some bad potion for them? From the expression on Malfoy's face, he was thinking the same thing.
"I'm leaving you here for the night. I find it suitable punishment to leave the two people that are most famed for hating each other in a room together for the night. Plus I'm tired and not in the mood to sit and babysit you because of your unacceptable behavior." A smirk crossed Snape's face as he put his hand on the knob of the door. "Hope you have a good night, gentlemen."
The door slammed and they heard him locking it, and then they saw blue sparks shoot through the keyhole, obviously making sure they couldn't magic their way out.
"Great, just great, now I have to spend the night here with you, Potter," Malfoy said, slouching back into the armchair.
"Would you quit complaining, if you remember, you're the one who started this thing," Harry said, copying Draco's momement to slouch lower into the chair. As an afterthought, Harry decided to add, "I would've won anyway, you should be happy."
"You probably would have lost on purpose so you could snog Weasley, you sick freak."
Harry took this as his opportunity to mess with Malfoy. "Is that really who you would've wanted me to kiss? I mean, there's so many other ways to make me feel really embarrassed, I thought you would've been able to think up something more original..."
"Yeah well I wanted to show everyone that you two were attatched at the hip for more than one reason." Malfoy thought for a moment. "Who would you have made me kiss?"
"I would've made you kiss me, Malfoy."
He was obviously taken back by that one. He sat looking at Harry for a minute, until finally coming back out of shock. "I knew it. You think I'm so sexy, and you just needed an excuse to snog me."
"Far from it, I'm afraid," Harry said, looking over at Malfoy, the scene getting more humorus to him by the second. "How would it have looked to all your friends in Slytherin, all of your adoring fans, and to everyone else in the school if you were seen kissing your most hated enemy. I think you'd lose some respect."
"Right Potter, nice try, neither of us won so you thought up a far fetched elaborate story, right..." said Mafoy, trailing off, still trying to convince himself that Harry Potter didn't want the two of them kissing. "I bet you fifty galleons that you'd never kiss me."
Harry knew it was just a figure of speech, but he took advantage of it. "Do I smell another bet?"
Malfoy thought for a moment. He knew that he would rather vomit slugs than touch Potter. He also hoped that he felt the same way. "Yeah, you have yourself a bet, Potter." He smirked and sat back in his chair, staring off at the fire.
With one swift movement, Harry rose out of his seat, went over to Malfoy and straddled his hips. It all happened so quickly, Malfoy didn't have a clue what was going on, and within seconds Harry's lips were pressed hard against Malfoy's. He was stunned, but surprisingly, didn't pull away. Noticing this, Harry moved his tongue and parted Malfoy's lips. Malfoy forgot that he hated Harry, forgot that they were supposed to be mortal enemys, forgot that he just lost another bet, and that this wasn't supposed to feel so good. They battled tongues, kissing feverishly, and Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer, and Harry slid one arm around the blonde's neck, and tangled one hand in his hair.
Malfoy suddenly pulled away, and started undoing Harry's robes. "What the fuck are we doing?!" Malfoy gasped, as he continued working the robes off.
"I don't know, just keep going," Harry said as he got off of Malfoy's lap, pulling him up after him. They slid each others robes off, stopping only for a heated kiss, then started working on the clothes underneath, finally down to nothing but boxers.
Harry laid Malfoy down on the rug next to the fire, kissing his mouth, neck, and slowly working his way down his smooth chest, until coming to a stop at the waistband of his boxers. "Ohh!" was all that Harry heard from Malfoy when he started to remove this last article of clothing, with a little help from his teeth. He started to come back up, kissed and nipped at the inside of Malfoy's thigh, recieving more moans of approval from his partner.
Malfoy became a bit disapointed when Harry left that area and started making his way back up, but that was all gone when their passionate kissing started again when he reached his mouth. This continued on for a few minutes, each of the boys tangling hands in each others hair, or roaming the others body, until Malfoy suddenly grabbed Harry and flipped him onto his back.
He mimicked what Harry had just done to him. Slowly working his way down with kissing, sucking, and biting, he made it down to Harry's boxers and removed them in the same manor that his had been. Except this time, instead of just playful nips at the inside of Harry's leg, Malfoy took Harry in his mouth, and hearing a loud moan from Harry, stopped and went back so they were staring at each other, Malfoy's ice blue eyes penetrating Harry's exotic green ones. "I don't like it when people tease me Potter, I'm just getting you back," Malfoy said before dipping his head down to bite Harry's ear and then suck on his neck.
"I deal with it every day from you, Malfoy, now you know what it feels like."
Malfoy came back up to look straight at Harry again. "Shut up, Potter." Malfoy then bent his head down for another deep kiss from Harry, tongues and lips colliding in passion.
They carried on for quite some time, grinding against one another, mouths searching every inch of each others body, until they finally fell into a pleasent sleep next to the fire under one of the blankets Snape had left there, clinging tightly to each other, almost afraid to let go, knowing something this spontanious and wonderful would probably never happen again.
=To be Continued=
On top of the overly boring classes, Harry remembered that they served their detention at midnight, with Snape, of all people. His day would be extened even more than usual, ending off with something that would probably be very unpleasent. Harry sighed at this thought, and put his head down, hoping to drown out Professor Binn's monotonous voice that was going on about the beginnings of house elf enslavements in the late 1200's.
The events of last night instantly came back to Harry, and he started to wonder who he would have made Malfoy kiss, because he obviously was just about to win when Snape made him slam to a halt and spin violently, while Draco got thrown off his broom. He started thinking about Draco's comment on Harry kissing his best friend, Ron, and if it had been true. He really did want to talk about everything with Malfoy, but he knew that Snape overseeing their detention would prevent any of that happening. Harry tried to forget about everything and was about to take a short nap, when, to his relief, class was dismissed.
"God, I'm glad we only have to put up with that old git's babble once a week, I'm not sure I could handle anymore," Ron told Harry as they walked out of the class and started out to the greenhouses.
Ron was rubbing his eyes as if he'd just woken up from a nap, which he probably did. "At least we'll be doing something in Herbology instead of listening to Binns talk about something that no one even wants to hear about," Harry added. "I mean, who really cares when and how house elves were enslaved?"
"Hermione," Ron said smiling. Harry looked over and they went into a fit of laughter, the only time Harry had laughed, or smiled for that matter, all day.
They just barely got through Herbology, which was thankfully, their last class of the day. They had been planting gane mellon seeds, who's fruit cured the stomach flu and headaches. Although much more exciting than Advanced History of Magic, everyone was glad to be out of there and free for the weekend. Everyone except Harry.
He managed to make it through a small dinner, and then went into the common room to read. He sat in a squashy armchair by the fire reading, right up until the last few people that had been lingering went up to bed. About fifteen minutes later, he put his book down, crawled out of the portrait hole, and headed down to the dungeons.
When Harry got to the door of Snape's office, he looked and saw Malfoy already sitting in a chair next to Snape's desk, where Snape sat right behind. He stood up, glaring at Harry. "Sit, Potter." He pointed at a chair next to Malfoy's, and as Harry was walking towards it Snape had started to walk to the door. Harry started to wonder what he was doing, was he going to go get something to torture them with? Did he have some bad potion for them? From the expression on Malfoy's face, he was thinking the same thing.
"I'm leaving you here for the night. I find it suitable punishment to leave the two people that are most famed for hating each other in a room together for the night. Plus I'm tired and not in the mood to sit and babysit you because of your unacceptable behavior." A smirk crossed Snape's face as he put his hand on the knob of the door. "Hope you have a good night, gentlemen."
The door slammed and they heard him locking it, and then they saw blue sparks shoot through the keyhole, obviously making sure they couldn't magic their way out.
"Great, just great, now I have to spend the night here with you, Potter," Malfoy said, slouching back into the armchair.
"Would you quit complaining, if you remember, you're the one who started this thing," Harry said, copying Draco's momement to slouch lower into the chair. As an afterthought, Harry decided to add, "I would've won anyway, you should be happy."
"You probably would have lost on purpose so you could snog Weasley, you sick freak."
Harry took this as his opportunity to mess with Malfoy. "Is that really who you would've wanted me to kiss? I mean, there's so many other ways to make me feel really embarrassed, I thought you would've been able to think up something more original..."
"Yeah well I wanted to show everyone that you two were attatched at the hip for more than one reason." Malfoy thought for a moment. "Who would you have made me kiss?"
"I would've made you kiss me, Malfoy."
He was obviously taken back by that one. He sat looking at Harry for a minute, until finally coming back out of shock. "I knew it. You think I'm so sexy, and you just needed an excuse to snog me."
"Far from it, I'm afraid," Harry said, looking over at Malfoy, the scene getting more humorus to him by the second. "How would it have looked to all your friends in Slytherin, all of your adoring fans, and to everyone else in the school if you were seen kissing your most hated enemy. I think you'd lose some respect."
"Right Potter, nice try, neither of us won so you thought up a far fetched elaborate story, right..." said Mafoy, trailing off, still trying to convince himself that Harry Potter didn't want the two of them kissing. "I bet you fifty galleons that you'd never kiss me."
Harry knew it was just a figure of speech, but he took advantage of it. "Do I smell another bet?"
Malfoy thought for a moment. He knew that he would rather vomit slugs than touch Potter. He also hoped that he felt the same way. "Yeah, you have yourself a bet, Potter." He smirked and sat back in his chair, staring off at the fire.
With one swift movement, Harry rose out of his seat, went over to Malfoy and straddled his hips. It all happened so quickly, Malfoy didn't have a clue what was going on, and within seconds Harry's lips were pressed hard against Malfoy's. He was stunned, but surprisingly, didn't pull away. Noticing this, Harry moved his tongue and parted Malfoy's lips. Malfoy forgot that he hated Harry, forgot that they were supposed to be mortal enemys, forgot that he just lost another bet, and that this wasn't supposed to feel so good. They battled tongues, kissing feverishly, and Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer, and Harry slid one arm around the blonde's neck, and tangled one hand in his hair.
Malfoy suddenly pulled away, and started undoing Harry's robes. "What the fuck are we doing?!" Malfoy gasped, as he continued working the robes off.
"I don't know, just keep going," Harry said as he got off of Malfoy's lap, pulling him up after him. They slid each others robes off, stopping only for a heated kiss, then started working on the clothes underneath, finally down to nothing but boxers.
Harry laid Malfoy down on the rug next to the fire, kissing his mouth, neck, and slowly working his way down his smooth chest, until coming to a stop at the waistband of his boxers. "Ohh!" was all that Harry heard from Malfoy when he started to remove this last article of clothing, with a little help from his teeth. He started to come back up, kissed and nipped at the inside of Malfoy's thigh, recieving more moans of approval from his partner.
Malfoy became a bit disapointed when Harry left that area and started making his way back up, but that was all gone when their passionate kissing started again when he reached his mouth. This continued on for a few minutes, each of the boys tangling hands in each others hair, or roaming the others body, until Malfoy suddenly grabbed Harry and flipped him onto his back.
He mimicked what Harry had just done to him. Slowly working his way down with kissing, sucking, and biting, he made it down to Harry's boxers and removed them in the same manor that his had been. Except this time, instead of just playful nips at the inside of Harry's leg, Malfoy took Harry in his mouth, and hearing a loud moan from Harry, stopped and went back so they were staring at each other, Malfoy's ice blue eyes penetrating Harry's exotic green ones. "I don't like it when people tease me Potter, I'm just getting you back," Malfoy said before dipping his head down to bite Harry's ear and then suck on his neck.
"I deal with it every day from you, Malfoy, now you know what it feels like."
Malfoy came back up to look straight at Harry again. "Shut up, Potter." Malfoy then bent his head down for another deep kiss from Harry, tongues and lips colliding in passion.
They carried on for quite some time, grinding against one another, mouths searching every inch of each others body, until they finally fell into a pleasent sleep next to the fire under one of the blankets Snape had left there, clinging tightly to each other, almost afraid to let go, knowing something this spontanious and wonderful would probably never happen again.
=To be Continued=