The next night, at 11:59 p.m., Draco was in his room, combing his hair. After about the three-hundredth brush stroke he had managed to get himself into a rather trance-like state and so didn't hear Harry say his name six times.

Finally, Draco heard Harry say, "Draco!" for the seventh time.

"What?" he asked.

"We have detention."

"Oh, right."

They went off to the detention room and found Snape standing around, looking rather irate. "I am extremely irate!" he said, "You should have been here three minutes ago!"

It was true that they were three minutes late but Draco didn't think that that was grounds for Snape's anger. "Three minutes isn't late at all," he said.

"Don't get clever with me boy!"

"What? Am I too clever? Can't you understand?"

"Draco…" Harry said.

"That's it!" shrieked Snape, "You're in detention until tomorrow morning, I hope you brought a toothbrush!"

"We didn't," said Harry, worriedly.

Snape ignored this and left the room, robes billowing and hair not billowing because it was too greasy to move.

"Man, he has greasy hair!" said Draco before Snape had closed the door.

"I heard that!" said the professor in question.

"I don't care," said Draco.

"Fine! You can be handcuffed to the wall all through detention!" He raised his wand, saying, "Handcuffticus!" and then left the room.

Harry laughed, "Well, well, look who can't move."

"I'll feel a whole lot better if you get me a mirror," Draco knew that that wasn't a particularly clever comment but he was really bored and he thought that having a mirror to gaze into would help pass the time.

"Oh…no," said Harry, "I'm not going to sit here watching you stare at yourself for hours and besides, I can't leave the room."

"Stupid Potter," Draco muttered.

"I heard that!" said Harry.

"You're beginning to sound like Snape." Draco smiled at the horrified expression his comment brought to Harry's face.

Collecting himself, Harry said, "Well, you do mutter rather loudly."

"I should work on that," Draco conceded. He then began to amuse himself by trying to wriggle out of the handcuffs. After nineteen minutes he realized it was useless and, with a sigh, gave up.

"I can't believe it took you nineteen minutes to realize that that was useless," said Harry.

"How did you know it took me that long?"

"I was amusing myself by counting the seconds," he admitted.

"This is depressing."

"Hehe."

"What?"

"You look like a crucifix."

Draco didn't say anything because the author had no idea if wizards would know about that sort of thing.

Harry said, "I feel like I should be doing something to take advantage of you being handcuffed to the wall."

"Like what?" asked Draco sexily.

"I don't know."

"Oh," Draco was mildly disappointed, not because he liked Harry at all, he was just really, really bored.

"Well, I can think of one thing…"

"Oh?"

"I can jab you with this stick I found on the ground!"

Draco was beginning to think Harry was being rather obtuse when Harry approached him, saying, "Just kidding…" Then they did what I'm sure everyone expects them to do. That is, shag.