Draco was about to open his mouth to say something when a classmate walked up from behind him. It was Trenton Montague. His hair was short, dark, and somewhat unruly. His eyes were a warm hazel and his features were chisled and perfect. His cheekbones made for shallow chasms where cheeks should be. He was a few days' unshaven, giving him a rugged, handsome look. Not that Draco was looking. Trenton was the type of guy to be with a different girl every night. And it certainly was -every- night. He didn't limit them to Slytherins either, which meant he'd bring Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and the occasional Hufflepuff back to his room. Sometimes more than one at a time. He was a very classy male beast.

"'Ello Abby," he said in his low, ruttish voice. The grin on his face was making Draco feel the urge to roll his eyes.

"Hey Trenton," Abby said, shaking her head to rid a deep red curl from going in her eye. Trenton let his eyes flicker downward and take in Abby very quickly before turning around and going his way. Abby hadn't seemed to notice as she placed something in her bag and looked back up at Draco. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Draco shook his head, wanting to confront this new situation. "You know Trenton Montague?"

"Yes, he came up to me about a week ago. Why?" Abby asked, looking as though she really wanted to hear the answer.

"Well.. he's just.. a shady character," Draco finished psuedo-proudly. Abby was quiet for a moment before dissolving into a fit of laughter. Draco blinked. "What? Why are you laughing? Stop that."

Abby stopped mid-giggle.. then she started again. She wiped a small tear from her happy eyes. "Shady character? Sh-Shady?" The laughing started again, and Draco heard a distinct hicupp.

"Would you DESIST?" Draco hissed at her.

"Ohhhh.. I'm sorry. That was just.. wooo. I'm all right now. You were saying about Trenton? He's just a friend." Abby still fought hard not to continue laughing.

"Montague doesn't want to be girls' friends. He wants to sleep with them. Get in their pants. Make their heads slam meaningfully into headboards." Draco had been pacing without even realising.

Abby chuckled. "All right.. well thank you for the warning. Although I'd figured as much."

Draco stopped and looked at her. He didn't remember why he'd gone to talk to her in the first place. The corridor seemed so dim all of a sudden. But the light that there was seemed to dance in Abby's eyes. It annoyed the hell out of him.

"Why the hell am I here?" he muttered to himself.

Abby leaned in trying to hear him better. "What was that?"

Draco turned around and stalked in the other direction. Abby blinked and followed him. He was shaking his head. "Bye Abby," he said angrily.

Abby stopped and stared at his back as he walked in the direction she knew was the way to the Slytherin common room. She sighed and made her way to her own.

---

Draco forked his eggs, moving them around his plate in a bored fashion. Trenton came and sat down in front of him.

"What IS the matter with you? You've been acting mopey all week. Perhaps longer. It's irritating me." Trenton was propped up by his lower arms and his hands were locked together by the fingers. His eyebrows were raised to give his face a look of interest.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Draco answered unconvincingly.

"Liar."

"It's Abby," Draco blurted out.

Trenton grinned. "Had a feeling. She's a prized piece, if I do say so myself."

Draco gritted his teeth. "I'd rather you didn't."

Trenton had twisted his muscular upper body, and was looking across the Hall at her. Draco felt something surge through his stomach. Jealousy. He tried to convince himself that it was just the eggs.. but he hadn't eaten any. He wasn't necessarily fond of eggs. They made him gag. Pretty, Picky Princess.

"Pretty girl. So she's not interested in you?" Trenton turned back to look at Draco.

"Who said she wasn't, Trent?" Draco asked, an eyebrow raised.

Trenton grinned. "Well if she was then you wouldn't be acting so damn pathetic."

Draco glared at him. "Just because you've slept with the female population of Hogwarts, Montague, doesn't mean that you can start giving me advice."

"Oh, it doesn't? What if my advice works?" Trenton had a mishchievous look on his face now.

Draco sighed. "Fine. If I let you pretend your advice has meant something to me, will you leave?"

Trenton feigned a look of thought. "Well no. But I guarruntee that I won't leave if you don't let me give it a try." Draco waved his hand as if to say 'go on, you big prat.' So Trenton continued. "Get into a situation that seems accidental. Get really close. Then try being a bit roman--"

Draco cut him off. "Do not think of finishing that sentence, Montague, or I'll lick you. Not in the way you seem to enjoy it either."

Trenton laughed. "I'd lick to see you try. I mean like. I'd LIKE to see you try."

Draco almost laughed. "But.. maybe.. you know what? That just might work. And Trenton? Look at Abby the way you have been and I'll--"

"Lick me?"

Draco smirked. "Or I can just let Abby slam your head into a stone column. I'm sure she's strong enough to do so."

Trented nodded. "Fair enough. But if she still doesn't go for you.. I'm going to continue my subtle way of hitting on her."

Draco snorted. "I don't classify 'Hey babe, wanna ride me in the broomstick cupboard' as subtle." Trenton shrugged and laughed. Then Draco got a thought. "You. You can help me."

"I thought we'd established that I already had?" Trenton said crossing him arms across his chest.

Draco shook his head. "We need to fight one another. Get hurt."

Trenton blinked. "Ohhh.. I get it. AVERTE STATUM!"

Draco was blasted off his feet and hit the wall behind him hard, before falling about five feet to the ground. His hair was in his face as he groaned and grabbed his side. He saw Abby running from the Gryffindor table and pull her wand out on Trenton. Draco was doing the same. They had planned to do this. But Draco hadn't expected to miss the first shot. He'd simply hoped he'd end up with detention and a trip to the infirmary, where Abby might visit him. He'd milk being hurt, moan a little, and maybe get a snog of sympathy.

"FURNUCULUS!" Draco yelled as a silver light shot out of his wand and hit Trenton right between the eyes.

Professor Snape and Dumbledore strode over to the three students whose wands were out. "Detention!" Barked Snape. "All three of you. In my dungeons at 8 tonight. Montague, get up to the hospital wing, now!"

"Do you really think the girl needs detention as well?" Dumbledore simpered. "She hadn't done anything."

"Yet."

Everyone looked at Abby. Draco was breathing heavily and rubbing his side. Trenton's face had sprouted large, ugly boils. He'd turned around on his way out of the Great Hall to look at Abby as everyone was doing. Snape had a slimy smile on his face.

"What was that, Miss Lynch?" Dumbledore asked in his annoyingly calm manner.

"I was going to curse him. Malfoy just got to him first." Abby pocketed her wand in as calm a fashion as Dumbledore's and moved the straight, long, black hair out of her pretty face.

Dumbledore smiled. Sure he was old, but the man knew everything. And he knew what was going on right now.

Draco mouthed to Abby, "What are you DOING?"

She pretended not to notice him. It was almost as if she wanted to serve detention with him. He hid a grin at this.

"Well then, Miss Lynch," Dumbledore continued. "You will indeed serve detention along with Malfoy and Montague with Professor Snape tonight."

Dumbledore strode away with Snape behind him. He had a boyish grin hidden under his thick, white, beard. Crackpot old man.

Abby left the Great Hall and Draco hurried to catch her. Then he thought better of it. Instead he made his way to his common room. It was a Saturday. He was going to be serving a detention on a Saturday.. but it'd be worth it. Or so he hoped.

---

Draco's hands were in his pockets as he walked towards Snape's dungeon. When he got to the door he saw Abby and Trenton waiting as well. The door suddenly opened, as if waiting for all three to appear. Snape was by his desk though.

"Get in!" He barked. The three of them came in and the door remained open. "Montague, I want you to clean those potion vials over there." He pointed. "Malfoy. Lynch. I need you search my supply closet for Woomphrus Vein. I have misplaced it. When either of you have found it I want you to scrub the tables. The top AND underneath."

Trenton stared at a large quantity of dirty, encrusted vials and groaned. Draco stared at the supply closet, as did Abby. Well.. the plan had worked. They'd be close.. but not the kind of closeness he'd intended for. The two of them made their way toward the closet and opened the door. There wasn't much light, so he pulled his wand out and muttered "Lumos!"

Professor Snape suddenly got up. "I must go talk with a fellow peppy professor. I'll return whenever I see fucking fit."

He stalked out of the dungeon, and didn't seem to notice his extremely odd behavior just a moment ago. He slammed the dungeon door as he left.

Trenton looked over at the other two. "What do you think that was about?"

Draco shook his head and Abby shrugged. "I've heard that all of the professors at Hogwarts eventually go mad or get offed. It was only a matter of time for Snape, right?" Abby looked completely innocent as she said this.

Draco raised his eyebrows at her. "That's just the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, actually. But that was odd of Snape. Anyways, better start looking for that.. Woomfy Pain he wanted."

"Woomphrus Vein," Abby corrected, already back in the closet and searching for it with her lit wand.

Across the room, Trenton cleared his throat and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Draco grinned and stepped inside the closet once more. He lit his wand again and looked over the dusty shelves. He wasn't looking for the Woomphrus Vein though. Instead he was trying to think of ways to get even closer to Abby. They were back to back as it was; the closet was so small. Suddenly the closet door slammed. Draco grinned in the dim light of the closet. It had been Trenton who'd shut them up in there.

Abby squeaked. "Trenton! Open it now!"

Trenton must have been feigning deafness, for he did not answer. Abby tried to get in front of the door, and Draco shifted to allow her to. Somehow, they ended up facing eachother. They had both dropped their lit wands, so that it was dim by their faces. Their bodies were pushed up against one another and neither spoke. The air seemed to get very thick. Draco took a stab at a first move. Pretending to try and shift out of the way, he put his right hand on her hip and felt Abby shudder. He definately didn't want to move anymore, and Abby wasn't trying to move either. Suddenly her hand was on his chest near his left arm. Draco couldn't stall any longer. He took possession of her lips in an instant. Abby didn't fight. Instead, she kissed him back, her lips lapping at his and her mouth opening ever so slightly. Her hands were on Draco's neck and she noticed that he'd used much less gel in his hair this time. She grinned against his lips slightly.

Draco's tongue swept across Abby's lips. She opened her mouth more, allowing his tongue permisison to dip teasingly inside. Their faces separated for a moment, and Draco looked down to see Abby's small fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. She'd already managed to loosen his tie without his knowledge. He hadn't even begun to undress her. He'd been too sunken into their kiss to have thought about it. Silently he cursed himself for being such a prat. He kissed Abby's shiny swollen lips again and ran his hands up her sides, untucking her white shirt. Abby had already finished with his, and her hands were on his chest and back beneath it. His skin was so soft, and tightly stretched across his hard, yet discreet, muscles. Abby could now also feel another part of Draco's body that was hard.

Draco had given up on Abby's shirt. The buttons were taking too much concentration, and all he really wanted was to run his tongue along her neck. His hands were now running up her silken legs, instead, and up her skirt. If possible, they were even closer now, and Abby could feel his member pulsating against her hip. She sucked at his lower lip before parting her lips enough for Draco's god-sent tongue to explore every crevice of her mouth. Draco groaned into Abby's mouth as she pushed even harder against him. One of his hands was now entangled in her hair, cupping the back of her head. The other was massaging a part of her thigh that was very much hidden by her skirt.

Suddenly the two heard the sound of glass smashing. They broke apart immediately and began fixing their shirts as much as they possibly could. Draco kicked the door open and grabbed a random bottle off of the shelf. He ran a hand through his hair that was very much in disarray. Snape stood, staring blankly at the closet.

"I think I've found it, Professor!" Draco called in a heavy and hasty voice. He was panting noticably.

Snape eyed him suspiciously. "Let me see that."

Draco reluctantly handed over the bottle of long, green, paper-scrap looking contents. Snape looked at it in his pale fingers. Draco looked at Abby, who's cheeks were rather red, though not as much compared to her lips. Luckily she'd managed to not look so mussed in her clothes as he did.

"Well done, Malfoy." Draco looked up at Snape who had just spoken. "This is indeed Woomphrus Vein. It is just unmarked..." Snape looked very suspiciously at him. No doubt he'd had a clue of what was going on.

Trenton was cleaning up a vial he'd dropped, most likely on purpose to give Draco and Abby a warning to Snape's arrival.

"You two," he spat, pointing a long finger at Abby and Draco. "I've brought in a soapy bucket of water. Begin scrubbing the tables."

Draco and Abby nodded and began cleaning. They stole glances at one another frequently when Snape wasn't looking. Draco's thoughts were entirely devoted to what had just happened in the supply closet. Had he really thought they'd shag during detention? Confinement in Snape's room wasn't THAT lucky. Abby was thinking of what had happened as well. What the hell had she done? Why did she let him kiss her like that? Touch her like that? Why had she groped him as well? She wasn't about to admit to herself that she liked this boy. Sure there was chemistry between them. It had kindled when they first met, but now is was blazing. Abby was so confused. She tried to block out the musings in her head and focus on scrubbing the stone tables. Instead she had thoughts of other things that could occur on these tables with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin Adonis.