Disclaimer: The characters and ideas used in this fic all belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for slashing purposes.

A/N: Just a short fic, with the overdone plot of Draco and Harry being stuck in detention with each other. Enjoy and review please!

Warning: This story contains SLASH, which means if you dislike the idea of two boys snogging it would suit you well to go back.

Just Your Everyday Potions Detention

Harry Potter was highly disgruntled. He was spending his Friday evening in the freezing potion dungeon, cleaning salamander blood off of the desks. To top things off he was missing the first Quidditch practice of the year and he was spending his detention with his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy, who had been responsible for landing them both in detention in the first place.

He was blatantly ignoring Malfoy, who had persisted to make cracks at him for the whole hour they had spent there. It appeared that Malfoy's mouth never stopped talking once it got started. Harry was barely resisting the urge to hex the Slytherin into a million pieces.

"You know Potter. This really suits you. I expect this is your future goal? I heard you've done a lot of this while living with those dreaded muggles." Draco was saying, as he himself lazily scrubbed the desk behind Harry's.

"Shut it, Malfoy. This is bad enough without listening to your rubbish." Harry retorted, glancing at his watch, only to find that they would have to remain for three additional hours.

"Manners, Potter." Draco said casually. "Despite all of our differences, we have some similarities too."

"And what might those be?"

"Well," said Draco, leaning over his desk, "For one, we are both dashingly handsome."

Harry snorted. "You are so delus . . . did you just call me handsome?"

Draco nodded, smugly. "I did, Potter. What is it, not used to hearing you being described in such ways?"

"I...no . . . what?" Harry squeaked, and covered his mouth in horror.

Draco laughed. Harry was surprised to find that it was a genuine laugh, not the usual mirthless sound that came out of the blonde boy. He was mortified to find that he was blushing profusely and was even more mortified at the fact that Draco Malfoy was causing it.

"You really are endearing for a Gryffindor, Potter." Draco said, evident amusement in his voice. "You're quite handsome. It's a pity that we run in such different circles."

"Why are you talking like this Malfoy?" Harry asked, relieved that his voice had returned.

Draco sighed. "Isn't obvious Potter? I've had a mad crush on you for a year now. I caused the little tiff in potions today so I could get this time with you. A genius plan, I think."

Harry stared as the blonde Slytherin started to walk toward him. His heart was racing at an alarming amount. What on earth was happening here? The famous Draco Malfoy . . . having a crush on the boy, who lived?

"You're lying." He said. "This is all a big prank."

"I assure you. It isn't. If it was, a prank would I do this?"

And with that, Draco stepped forward and seized Harry's waist. Pulling the astonished Gryffindor closer to his body, he pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. Harry stiffened, but then found himself gently opening his own mouth so Draco could explore further. Draco moaned softly into Harry's lips and Harry wondered vaguely how the Slytherin could drive him to feel such things. After a few minutes the two broke apart. Draco looked breathless, his pale face tinted with a rosy blush.

"Well, Potter," He breathed, shoving a stray hair off of his forehead, "Do you believe me now?"

Harry simply stared at him. "Can you imagine what Ron is going to say?"

The End