Okay now, on towards the next chapter!
Harry walked miserably to Filch's office cursing silently along the way. Soon enough, Harry stood in front of the entrance to his office. He knocked and at once the door swung open revealing an angry looking Filch, a sleepy Mrs. Norris gazed up at Harry from behind Filch's leg.
"What Potter?" Filch growled.
"Someone made a mess in Potions, Snape wants you to go have a look," Harry said, not wanting to admit who made the mess.
"Damn kids," Filch muttered darkly, walking over to a wooden cupboard taking out a bucket and a mop.
With that he left along with Mrs. Norris trotting down the hall at his side. Harry looked around his office; it sure did not change much, except for the bulging drawers of confiscated items. Not knowing what he should do, he sat in the moth eaten armchair still looking around. Once again, Harry's gaze went back to the confiscated items. Next to the drawers was a new cabinet. Lying on that cabinet laid a small, neatly wrapped package in brown paper. Harry remembered he saw that somewhere, but clearly did not remember where. Without a single hesitation, he got up from the chair, and walked towards the cabinet. Harry examined the package, in case if it's some sort of trap Filch made. Should he dare have a look at it? And maybe open it to see what was hidden behind the wrapping? Years of dangerous adventures, so why should he turn down a stupid package?
Harry checked to see if anyone was coming and grabbed the package. There was something inside that was very light, but what was it?
"Potter what are you doing?"
Harry hastily, but quickly, shoved the package in his pockets and turned around. It was Snape.
"Nothing," Harry answered.
Snape gave him a cold look before explaining what he had to do for detention.
"As you already know, you will be serving a 2 night detention, and since it was Mr. Malfoy's cauldron you knocked over, you will be helping him doing whatever he says. I don't care what he tells you to do as long as you do it," Snape's top lip curled into a smirk. "Even if he tells you to drown yourself in the lake."
Was Snape crazy? No, stupid question, of course he was! What makes him think Harry will happily follow Malfoy around being his little slave? But then again, Harry couldn't turn down 2 nights, probably, along with Malfoy. He had stopped using gel and soft locks of soft blonde hair now laid there. Malfoy grew taller over the summer, making him as tall as Harry.
"Fine, I'll do it," Harry tried to sound as dejected as he would have felt in his first year.
"Not like you have any other choice Mr. Potter. Get back to your dormitory, lunch ended. Quite a shame, I bet famous Potter is hungry. Anyway, detention starts tomorrow night, don't come complaining to me, I wont care what Mr. Malfoy do to you," Snape smiled a cold smirk. "You'll pay for the trouble you caused Potter. Detention starts tomorrow night"
Harry quickly left the room not looking back. Spending time with Malfoy would indeed be hell, but it has it's up's too.
That night, Harry told Ron and Hermione about his detention.
"Go tell McGonagall," Hermione suggested.
"Kill him!" Seamus said savagely overhearing the conversation.
Harry shook his head no. He didn't want to be a rat, and violence would only earn him more centuries of detention.
"I'll just go, I'll be careful," Harry added at the worried expressions of his 2 best friends, and Seamus.
Draco's eagle owl dropped Harry a note the next night, telling him to meet Draco in front of the Slytherin common room. At exactly 9PM, Harry left and waved goodbye to his friends.
"Snape was just exaggerating," Hermione reassured him.
Harry thought so too. Besides, Draco would definitely get expelled from Hogwarts if he attempts to drown Harry.
It took him 10 minutes to find out where the Slytherin common room was. Draco was standing in front of the portrait tapping his foot. The portrait gave him an annoyed look
"You do know your tapping isss annoying," the snake in the portrait hissed.
Draco ignored it and continued tapping; he stopped as an out-of-breath Harry came running to him.
"Your late," Draco sneered.
"Peeves gasp stalking me," Harry said through short breaths.
Draco rolled his eyes and muttered the password so Harry couldn't hear. Harry swore he heard something like "Potter sucks."
Harry followed Draco inside and starred at the green common room.
"Well time to get to work. Follow me," Draco said, clearly enjoying every second of this.
Harry scowled and followed him upstairs. They passed a room with moaning, and the sound of a bed creaking. Draco wrinkled his nose and quickly moved away, motioning Harry to do the same.
"Pansy and some poor desperate 3rd year getting it on," Draco explained.
"Is that supposed to be normal?" Harry asked disgusted.
"If you're a Slytherin, oh yeah," Draco drawled walking into his room.
He waited until Harry was inside before he closed and locked the door. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
"You don't want anyone coming in to laugh at you while your cleaning the toilets now do you?"
"Cleaning the toilets?" Harry almost threw up.
"Yeah. Crabbe had some funny beans during dinner, and unfortunately he used my washroom," Draco said. "So lucky you Potter! You get to clean the mess up, and if you can, freshen the air in there. It smells like Pansy after she ran a few hundred miles."
Harry stared at him.
"She has odour problems, what can I say?"
Draco showed Harry where the washroom was before moving quickly away from it. Harry pinched his nose and looked around. Suddenly, having an idea, he got out his wand and used a simple spell Hermione had taught him, which freshened anything up. The washroom now smelled like lemons. As for the toilet, too bad Harry doesn't know any good cleaning charms...
After what seemed like hours, Harry finished cleaning the bathroom. Draco came in to inspect it and smirked.
"Good job Potter, you can leave the washroom now," Draco said.
Thanking God, Harry quickly walked out. The clock near Draco's desk beeped 10:15PM. Detention ends at 10:30.
"What else do I have to do?" Harry asked tiredly. "I want to get out of here, I missed dinner."
"Now what did the Great Harry Potter do that was so important to miss dinner?" Draco said sarcastically. "Your not shagging 3rd years too are you Potter?"
"Merlin NO! Hermione taught me some spells I can use in case you attacked me."
"How thoughtful of her," Draco rolled his eyes. "Well you're in luck, my mum sent over some snacks she made...that's what she says, but I know it's the house elves that makes them. Anyway, you can have some."
Harry looked at Draco as if he suddenly started singing the national anthem, which wasn't very normal, nor good.
"You're offering me food? Are you feeling okay?" Harry said.
Draco ignored him and walked over to his trunk, taking out a large rectangular box.
"Wouldn't want you to die of hunger now do I? People would think I murdered you."
Draco thrust the box in Harry's hands and strolled back to his bed, picking up the book he was reading before, and continued reading.
"You didn't poison this did you?" Harry asked, curiously looking at the box.
"No," Draco sneered.
Harry opened the box and found some homemade fudge and cookies. It was surprisingly good, but he only ate one of each, in case they were drugged, which they were not. Finally it was 10:30.
"The horrible night with you is over, I'm leaving," Harry said walking out of Draco's room.
"Wait one more thing," Draco said quickly following him.
Harry was going to ask what but got too caught up in his words to say so, for Draco sealed his lips on Harry's. It didn't last very long, before Harry could respond, Draco pulled away. He shut the door before Harry could say another word. He looked around the common room, glad to find that no one was there. He touched his lips, which were feeling tingly. But that was nothing compared to the fluttering warm feeling inside his heart. What was all this? He has been checking Draco out a few times before, but this was very, VERY, un-expected. He felt kind of lonely, like something was missing after Draco pulled away. Then it hit him, Harry, THE Harry Potter, the Boy- Who-Lived, is falling for Draco Malfoy.
Amazing how a painful hour and a half could end with receiving a brief kiss from his so called "arch rival". All this concluded up as the best detention Harry have had, if you took out the cleaning of the nasty washroom part. Either then that, Harry loved every single little detail from this detention.
A/N: Yay! Wow, that took me such a long time to type. Mostly because I got too distracted, hehe! Watching my fish swim around in his tank o.O I get distracted really easily. Anyway, hoped you like this chapter. They kissed! Well sort of...Draco did most of the kissing. Harry, being too shocked, didn't have time to respond. Well we all know he's going to end up in Draco Fun-Land after. Hehe! Here's a little desert to go for next chapter!
"Having too much fun to notice there was class?"
Ron's mouth hung open in horror; Harry looked at Snape disgusted.
"Busy snogging to take notice that it is indeed a day full of work," Snape continued drawling on. "Not for...play?"
Does that leave you wondering what is going to happen? Ack! Don't worry, this wont turn out to be Ron/Harry if that's what your thinking. NEVER will it be R/H, D/H FOREVER! Remember to review. I might probably be able to update sometime next week. If you want, leave your email if you want to be emailed once I add the next chapter. Suggestions, Idea's, Thought's of yours are all welcome. If I made a mistake, don't hesitate to point it out!