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Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, By Accident: Detention
In Potions the next day, Snape started class off by collecting the essays. Draco turned in a piece of parchment with his name on it, the only other words being, "Sorry Sev."
Snape paged through the papers, he looked up at Draco halfway through. The blonde just shrugged. Snape shook his head and set the stack down.
"Today we'll be brewing a Polyjuice potion," the Potion's Master started. Harry smiled, remembering his second year when Hermione brewed the same potion and himself and Ron took it to see if Draco was the Heir of Slytherin. "In the past, this potion has not been brewed in school...but with the rumor of war, it's been decided that advanced schooling in necessary. Thus, this will lead to more difficult defense potions. Consider the Polyjucie, the easiest potion you will brew for the remainder of your 6th year." Snape smirked before continuing. "You will be working in assigned pairs." The class groaned, and Snape called out the pairs.
Draco and Harry were working together-big surprise.
Draco smirked as he walked over to sit with the Gryffindor. "Potter," he spat, a little less venom in his words, as there would have been three days ago.
Harry shook his head, "Malfoy," he responded dryly. "I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron."
Draco watched Harry walk away, secretly admiring his arse. Then he turned back to the table, took out his wand, and proceeded to prepare the area.
When the raven-haired boy returned, Draco noticed a grim look in his face. "Something wrong?" He whispered when they sat down, sliding his foot up Harry's leg.
Harry didn't say anything for a minute. "Just what Snape was going on about," he finally confessed, "Things about the war, you know?"
Draco nodded, not really knowing. The truth was, he couldn't care less about the war, or Voldemort, or Potions at the moment. His father expected him to be a Death Eater...and for a while, he expected that of himself. But things change, people change-and Draco changed.
"I know what'll cheer you up," The blonde smirked.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "I'm afraid to ask."
"Meet me in the corridor down the hall when class is over." He whispered.
A heavy sigh escaped Harry's lips before he spoke, his voice also in a whisper. "This is going to be one of those weird relationships, isn't it? Where we snog when it's convenient, but no one knows about us."
"Maybe," Draco smiled.
Harry looked over at him, he saw something in the other boy's eyes, something he'd seen the night before, (lust maybe) right before Draco had kissed him. "Draco-" Harry started to protest, but the Slytherin cut his words off with his lips, snaking his tongue into Harry's mouth.
All rational thought left Harry at that moment. All he felt was the bliss that Draco's kisses brought, the feeling of serenity he got when Draco touched him. Forgetting where he was, Harry let go and fell into the kiss...not realizing he was actually falling, he slipped off his chair.
Draco grabbed him around the waist, and pulled the Gryffindor as close to himself as possible.
The sound of glass shattering brought them back to the dungeon classroom.
Pansy Parkinson had dropped a vial on the stone floor, probably in horrified by what she saw. Harry and Draco scanned the rest of the room. Everyone was looking on at them, shocked...all but Dean, Neville, Seamus, and Hermione.
Draco turned back to Harry, "Maybe not," he smirked.
"What's going on?" Snape called, walking out of his office. "Parkinson, clean that mess up. As for the rest of you, get back to work." He looked around the room at all the shocked faces, then spotted Harry and Draco staring each other down. Harry standing Draco sitting. "Potter, Malfoy, detention this afternoon," He announced before retreating into his office and closing the door.
"Now that you know...you can all stop bloody staring!" Draco snapped, turning back to Harry. The Gryffindor was smiling. "What?" he asked with less harshness in his tone than he'd used with the rest.
"You," Harry said, tangling his fingers in Draco's hair and kissing him softly on the lips. "You're mine."
"I don't know what happened today," Snape was saying that afternoon. "But I know that you two were somehow involved." Draco and Harry were sitting at separate desks, opposite the room from one another. "I have some business I need to attend to with the head master, I'll be back in an hour and you may leave."
Snape left and Harry stood up. He laid down on the desk in front on Draco, giving the blonde his best 'come get me' grin.
Draco smirked and stood over him. "Was it worth it? Getting detention I mean?"
Harry looked Draco up and down. Then he sat up and wrapped his arms around his neck, and his legs around Draco's hips, which were level with the desk. "Exposing our relationship in the middle of class...that's defiantly one way to 'come out'." He smiled. "Now everyone knows...or at least they will by the dinner...pluuus, I get to spend an hour alone with this gorgeous blonde. I think it was worth it." He kissed Draco lightly.
"So I figured you would have told Ginny about us, and your dorm mates...but why wasn't Hermione surprised today?"
Harry was kissing Draco's neck. He looked up, "Oh," he began, "Hermione and I are okay...we had a conversation the other day." He went back to suck on Draco's neck.
Draco raised an eyebrow, but let it go, realizing he would only be wasting time. "You know, there's a lot we can do in an hour." Draco smirked and ran his hands up under Harry's shirt, feeling his toned, hard muscles-obviously not the only thing 'hard'.
Harry closed his eyes and moaned, "Your hands are cold," he whispered.
Draco smiled and slid his hands around to Harry's back, then he kissed the raven haired boy, leaning him back on the desk. Harry tangled his fingers in Draco's hair and slid his tongue inside the Slytherin's mouth.
Harry explored Draco's mouth, as Draco's hands ravished Harry's body.
Draco's hands grazed Harry's hips before finding there way to the waist of his pants. He unbuttoned them and was about to unzip them, when Harry grabbed his hand. "Not here." he panted.
All Draco could do was nod before they were enveloped in another round of snogging.
They realized, about ten minutes before Snape was due back, they would need to stop and compose themselves, so the Potion's master wouldn't suspect anything. Reluctantly, Draco stood up. He straitened his hair and his robes before helping Harry to his feet.
"Draco," Harry said looking at the blonde intently. "I love you."
Draco closed his eyes. "No," he protested. "Don't say that Harry, don't ever say that!" he was almost yelling.
Harry was confused. "I'm sorry," he muttered before buttoning his pants and taking his previous seat.