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Chapter 5: Detention
Later that night Harry was rushing down the corridors as fast as he could, already 5 minutes late to his detention with Snape, after getting caught up writing a rather long letter to Sirius that still hadn't told him much about what was going on in Harry's life or mind. He hadn't told him about the hat, he hadn't told him about Draco, or his surge of feelings thereof. He had only gotten his godfather a few years before and didn't particularly plan on losing him over this.
Puffing heavily he finally arrived in front of the Potions classroom. Leaning forward on his knees, attempting to catch his breath, he was just reaching for the doorknob when the whole door swung forcefully forward, bouncing slightly as it hit the wall. And, of course, out stepped Snape.
"You're late Potter," came the silky smooth voice from just above him, sounding slightly agitated, yet somehow still gleeful. "Surely you don't like me enough to wish for yet another detention with me?"
Harry just glared at him.
"As I thought," Snape spat venomously, "now get in." He stepped out into the hallway, leaving the doorway open for Harry to step through. Harry had just stepped in the doorway when Snape continued. "Mr. Malfoy, most unlike you, actually decided to show up on time. he may get off a bit earlier tonight now."
Harry, whose eyes had just scanned the room suddenly stopped short over Draco. He turned, almost panicky, to Snape. "I - I didn't know I had detention with Draco!" he hissed.
"That's Malfoy to you," drawled a cold voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun around quickly and a shiver ran up his spine as he looked once again upon perfection, who stood placidly in front of him, leaning lazily on a desk. An open catalog sat on the desk along with what appeared to be an order form and a quill and ink bottle.
"I -- " Harry began, but Snape cut him off.
"As touching as these new introductions are, I feel compelled to inform both of you that you are here for a detention not for a social calling."
Draco smirked, and moved back around his desk, swept his robes out from under him and sat down.
"Now, Potter, while Mr. Malfoy here orders some more of my crucial potion ingredients which always seem to go missing," he eyed Harry suspiciously but didn't venture into the subject further, "you will be cleaning the cauldron's from today's classes and perhaps disemboweling some horned toads if you feel the need to be further entertained today." He motioned towards a spicket and large basin in the back of the classroom. There was a large stack of cauldrons sitting beside it, but Harry didn't complain he just wanted to get out of this class as soon as he could possibly, for already he was feeling his face blushing a painstaking red. Snape's eyebrow quirked in the slightest, "Is it hot in here or something Potter?" he asked softly, his black eyes flickering back towards Malfoy, who sat bent over the category, his lovely white blond hair falling in front of his hair.
Harry followed his gaze, and then looked quickly back, now feeling himself go the worst hot shade of red.
"Or," he leaned in closer, "is it some else in this class that's hot in your opinion?" His top lip curled in a ridiculously horrible sneer.
Harry glared at him again, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Thought so," Snape finished softly, a look of extreme satisfaction coming over his face. "Now get to work, and please keep your thoughts to yourself Potter, we all know how they wander everywhere. I will be back shortly." With a swirl of robes, he swept out of the room.
Harry just stood there, staring after him, his face still burning as hot as the sun, it felt.
"I do believe that he told you to get to work," drawled that beautiful voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun on his heel to look straight into those grey eyes, and gasped slightly at their depth and beautifully. And also for the first time he saw he noticed a slight blue tinge in them that was awestriking.
However, Draco narrowed his eyes, and pursued his lips, which almost made Harry sway on the spot at the thought of kissing them tenderly. "You know, Potter, you're a much better actor than I thought," Draco said, an almost triumphant note to his voice.
Harry looked at him cluelessly. "W -- "
"Don't play dumb with me Potter!" Draco spat, slamming his fist on the desk. "I'm not telling you anything! I KNOW POTTER!"
Oh, how confused poor Harry was now. He stared at him for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond, but yet still again he was cut off.
"I thought I told you to get to work!" came a voice as the door snapped shut. Harry jumped horribly, staring back at Snape, whose greasy hair was strewn over his face. "Five points from Gryffindor, and if you insist on not working and spend the whole time gawking at Mr. Malfoy here, I will be forced to reschedule your detention for a less convienant time, say Christmas?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him, but just stomped to the back of the room and turned on the spicket, wincing slightly as the icy cold water poured out and spattered part of his front. Harry heard Draco snigger but he didn't turn around, just grabbed a sponge and cauldron and started scrubbing.
That was the worst detention Harry had ever survived. It was bad enough to spend four and a half hours with Snape hovering over his shoulder (and it would have been much longer if McGonagall had not come in at 1:30 in the morning to insist that Snape let him go to enjoy the first day of his vacation), but also there was Draco, sitting a few rows behind his spicket, sniggered every time Harry jumped when he was accidently splashed with the icy cold water, and also at every little snide comment Snape made. Snape finally let Draco go, at 12 (the most of which time he didn't even spend working), yet Snape persisted that Harry needed to stay and "help" him disembowl the "couple" of horned toads he had left. First, with the word help: Snape's idea of help was worse than detention. Snape would hover above him, making comments on how Harry was doing (which was never good) and still making snide comments about the supposed Harry/Draco idea.
When he finally set off back towards the dormitories, McGonagall following him with her candle, shaking her head all the while about how there should be a regulated time to the detentions, Harry was dead tired, and his arms aching from shoulder to tips of his fingers.
"Well good night Potter," McGonagall finally dimissed herself at the Fat Lady. "And do try and keep out of trouble, at least until after Christmas break," she added as she yawned and hurried to her room. Harry entered the common room and found Ron, asleep on the couch. Harry chuckled softly to himself. He had no doubt he had had all intentions of staying up until Harry returned, but that was too late for even Ron. Harry didn't wake him, just covered him up with a blanket from a nearby table, thinking all the while to himself about how great a friend Ron was.
Chapter 5: Detention
Later that night Harry was rushing down the corridors as fast as he could, already 5 minutes late to his detention with Snape, after getting caught up writing a rather long letter to Sirius that still hadn't told him much about what was going on in Harry's life or mind. He hadn't told him about the hat, he hadn't told him about Draco, or his surge of feelings thereof. He had only gotten his godfather a few years before and didn't particularly plan on losing him over this.
Puffing heavily he finally arrived in front of the Potions classroom. Leaning forward on his knees, attempting to catch his breath, he was just reaching for the doorknob when the whole door swung forcefully forward, bouncing slightly as it hit the wall. And, of course, out stepped Snape.
"You're late Potter," came the silky smooth voice from just above him, sounding slightly agitated, yet somehow still gleeful. "Surely you don't like me enough to wish for yet another detention with me?"
Harry just glared at him.
"As I thought," Snape spat venomously, "now get in." He stepped out into the hallway, leaving the doorway open for Harry to step through. Harry had just stepped in the doorway when Snape continued. "Mr. Malfoy, most unlike you, actually decided to show up on time. he may get off a bit earlier tonight now."
Harry, whose eyes had just scanned the room suddenly stopped short over Draco. He turned, almost panicky, to Snape. "I - I didn't know I had detention with Draco!" he hissed.
"That's Malfoy to you," drawled a cold voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun around quickly and a shiver ran up his spine as he looked once again upon perfection, who stood placidly in front of him, leaning lazily on a desk. An open catalog sat on the desk along with what appeared to be an order form and a quill and ink bottle.
"I -- " Harry began, but Snape cut him off.
"As touching as these new introductions are, I feel compelled to inform both of you that you are here for a detention not for a social calling."
Draco smirked, and moved back around his desk, swept his robes out from under him and sat down.
"Now, Potter, while Mr. Malfoy here orders some more of my crucial potion ingredients which always seem to go missing," he eyed Harry suspiciously but didn't venture into the subject further, "you will be cleaning the cauldron's from today's classes and perhaps disemboweling some horned toads if you feel the need to be further entertained today." He motioned towards a spicket and large basin in the back of the classroom. There was a large stack of cauldrons sitting beside it, but Harry didn't complain he just wanted to get out of this class as soon as he could possibly, for already he was feeling his face blushing a painstaking red. Snape's eyebrow quirked in the slightest, "Is it hot in here or something Potter?" he asked softly, his black eyes flickering back towards Malfoy, who sat bent over the category, his lovely white blond hair falling in front of his hair.
Harry followed his gaze, and then looked quickly back, now feeling himself go the worst hot shade of red.
"Or," he leaned in closer, "is it some else in this class that's hot in your opinion?" His top lip curled in a ridiculously horrible sneer.
Harry glared at him again, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Thought so," Snape finished softly, a look of extreme satisfaction coming over his face. "Now get to work, and please keep your thoughts to yourself Potter, we all know how they wander everywhere. I will be back shortly." With a swirl of robes, he swept out of the room.
Harry just stood there, staring after him, his face still burning as hot as the sun, it felt.
"I do believe that he told you to get to work," drawled that beautiful voice from behind Harry.
Harry spun on his heel to look straight into those grey eyes, and gasped slightly at their depth and beautifully. And also for the first time he saw he noticed a slight blue tinge in them that was awestriking.
However, Draco narrowed his eyes, and pursued his lips, which almost made Harry sway on the spot at the thought of kissing them tenderly. "You know, Potter, you're a much better actor than I thought," Draco said, an almost triumphant note to his voice.
Harry looked at him cluelessly. "W -- "
"Don't play dumb with me Potter!" Draco spat, slamming his fist on the desk. "I'm not telling you anything! I KNOW POTTER!"
Oh, how confused poor Harry was now. He stared at him for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond, but yet still again he was cut off.
"I thought I told you to get to work!" came a voice as the door snapped shut. Harry jumped horribly, staring back at Snape, whose greasy hair was strewn over his face. "Five points from Gryffindor, and if you insist on not working and spend the whole time gawking at Mr. Malfoy here, I will be forced to reschedule your detention for a less convienant time, say Christmas?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him, but just stomped to the back of the room and turned on the spicket, wincing slightly as the icy cold water poured out and spattered part of his front. Harry heard Draco snigger but he didn't turn around, just grabbed a sponge and cauldron and started scrubbing.
That was the worst detention Harry had ever survived. It was bad enough to spend four and a half hours with Snape hovering over his shoulder (and it would have been much longer if McGonagall had not come in at 1:30 in the morning to insist that Snape let him go to enjoy the first day of his vacation), but also there was Draco, sitting a few rows behind his spicket, sniggered every time Harry jumped when he was accidently splashed with the icy cold water, and also at every little snide comment Snape made. Snape finally let Draco go, at 12 (the most of which time he didn't even spend working), yet Snape persisted that Harry needed to stay and "help" him disembowl the "couple" of horned toads he had left. First, with the word help: Snape's idea of help was worse than detention. Snape would hover above him, making comments on how Harry was doing (which was never good) and still making snide comments about the supposed Harry/Draco idea.
When he finally set off back towards the dormitories, McGonagall following him with her candle, shaking her head all the while about how there should be a regulated time to the detentions, Harry was dead tired, and his arms aching from shoulder to tips of his fingers.
"Well good night Potter," McGonagall finally dimissed herself at the Fat Lady. "And do try and keep out of trouble, at least until after Christmas break," she added as she yawned and hurried to her room. Harry entered the common room and found Ron, asleep on the couch. Harry chuckled softly to himself. He had no doubt he had had all intentions of staying up until Harry returned, but that was too late for even Ron. Harry didn't wake him, just covered him up with a blanket from a nearby table, thinking all the while to himself about how great a friend Ron was.