With an ear piercing battle cry the fight began. Savage swings and rough nails drew bruises and blood. They broke away, stumbling backwards. Wands are drawn and eyes blazing like infernos.
"POTTER! MALFOY!" Professor McGonagal screeched as she stormed up to the raven haired Griffindor and the platinum blonde Slytherin, stepping in between them. Emerald burned into silver as they glared at one another. Both Harry and Draco were fairly injured. Harry received a black right eye, a bloody lip, and several bruises on his arms and ribs. Draco sneered at him even as blood from the gash on his forehead began to trickle into his eye. Not moving because he knew his bruised body and right knee (that Harry had kicked a few times in their brawl) would force him to limp, and he'd be damned if he let his enemy see that sight.
"This is the third time in less than two weeks! Though I say this is the most savage I've seen you two yet! You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Professor McGonagal scolded.
"He started it. He hit me first." Draco piped up, pointing at Harry over the professor's shoulder.
"You deserved it you slimy git!" Harry spat, "Don't go around insulting me and my friends and..."
"Well you need to shut up about putting my father in prison!" Draco cut in. "Well you shouldn't have said, "at least I have parents" Then I wouldn't of had to kick your ass" Harry snarled. "OH! You think you beat me?! That's it..." Draco bellowed as he struggled to plow thru the barrier (a.k.a. Professor M.) that shielded Harry from him.
"Boys! Boys!" she yelled, "That is quite enough!" They seemed to give up on their attempts to continue the fight, so Professor. M relaxed a bit, still breathing heavily in exasperation. "100 points, from both houses. Yes Mr. Potter, from Griffindor. Maybe that will teach you both a lesson... though I don't know how long that will last." She said, muttering the last part to herself. She paused for a moment as if in thought, then started again." AND, detention for both of you, to be served together." Both boys gaped at her in shock.
"Wha?!" Draco gasped. "For how long?!" Harry cut in.
"For as long as it takes for you two to at least treat each other civilly" She said in a final tone. Neither boy had the words to argue. "I expect you first thing Monday evening. Now both of you back to your dorms, and no more fighting!" The professor turned on her heel and stormed away. Harry turned to Draco with a violent glare, "this is all your fault Malfoy." "Takes two to tango, Potter" Draco snapped. He watched the Griffindor's fists ball up, and Draco silently challenged him with a cocky raise of his chin. Harry seemed to gain control of himself, and with nothing more than a frustrated growl he stormed away towards his common room. Draco watched him storm off for a moment, giving the back of the boys head an icy stare, then spun around and headed off towards his own dorm in the opposite direction.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as he came through the entrance to the common room."What the bloody hell happened to you?" Ron worriedly asked as he rushed over to his friend. "Just a tiff with Malfoy, that's all" Harry answered dryly. "Again?" Hermione groaned, "Are you trying to get expelled?!" "Of course not, but you just don't understand..." Harry brushed past them, took a few steps and stopped next to the nearest chair. The furious look came back to his face and with a swift kick the chair flew a few feet across the room. "God! He really gets under my skin!" Harry yelled over the clatter of the chair hitting the ground, and then added with a growl, "he messes with me one more time, and all the lost points and detention in the world won't stop me from killing him!"
"You got detention?" Hermione gasped. "We lost points?" Ron whined with a pained look on his face. "Yeah! McGonagal took away 100 points from both houses AND we have to serve detention together until we can "treat each other civilly"." Harry explained, mimicking the professor terribly at the end of his rant. "Don't worry Harry" Ron said sympathetically as he patted Harry on the back, "we'll get you through this. You'll go a couple rounds of detention, then just act like you two resolved everything." "Somehow I don't think it'll be that easy Ron." Harry sighed, running his fingers through his jet-black hair. "Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I'm gonna go take a shower. See you both at supper." "Alright" the other two said simultaneously. Harry ran up to his room for a change of clothes then headed out towards the boys' main lavatory.
Draco went directly to the main showers instead of the one near his common room. He knew if the rest of his house saw him in such a bloody state, they'd hunt down and take out whoever had done it to him, and he wanted to take care of Potter himself.
For many minutes he stood under the hot rushing water, watching the faintly red water swirl around and disappear into the drain between his feet. When the water started to run clear he started washing his hair, and ignored the stinging of his cuts as the bar of soap glided over them. He turned the faucets off and stepped out of the stall. No one else was about so he didn't bother dressing. Instead he wrapped a fluffy green towel around his waist and sauntered up to a large mirror with his favorite comb in hand. As he dragged it carefully over his light golden strands, he suddenly stopped and frowned at the scar that had formed above his right eye. How dare Potter mark such a gorgeous face? He leaned in closer to the mirror and ran his finger repetitively over the fresh mark. Absorbed in this he didn't notice the bathroom door open and hear someone come in.
"Looks like I got you pretty bad this time Malfoy" Harry sneered. Draco snapped his head up, and then after seeing the boy in the mirror, spun to face him. "You wish Potter." He spat as he slammed his comb down on the sink ledge below the mirror, and stormed past the boy towards his things. Harry shrugged and continued into the shower stall, lazily pulling the curtain behind him. Draco flopped down on a bench to start putting his same clothes back on, when he noticed a large tear in his dark green button up shirt. "Damn" He muttered quietly. He pulled out a pocket sized sewing kit from his pocket, quickly glancing around to make sure no one would see what he was about to do. Malfoys', as you know, weren't supposed to do something so common as sewing, but Draco found it rather relaxing, and he was quite skilled at it. Plus he couldn't go back to the dorms with torn clothes.
Harry stepped out of the shower in the same fashion as Draco, with a red towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced into the mirror and wondered if he should even make an attempt to tame his wild hair. After a quick run of his fingers through his tresses and deciding not to bother, it was then he noticed through the mirrors reflection, the blonde Slytherin sat on the floor a few feet behind him. The boy seemed engrossed with his shirt. Harry slowly walked towards him and, when he realized what the boy was doing, doubled over in laughter.
"Are you sewing?" he jeered.
"So what if I am Potter? This is one of my favorite shirts you ruined."
"Oh, poor widdle Drakie. Got one of the millions of awful shirts in his wardrobe ruined. How sad." Harry mocked.
"This is custom I'll have you know" Draco growled, then balling up the shirt, he threw it in Harry's face, "I can't fix it either, the stitches keep messing up."
A red-faced Draco angrily began to pick up his things. Harry wondered if the boy was actually planning on returning to the dorms shirtless.
Not that he couldn't get away with it, with that athletically toned body and those powerful arms... UGH! Gross Harry! The boy scolded himself.
As Draco started to storm past him, Harry noticed something very important that was missing from the boy's body.
The dark mark.
The mark given to the followers of Lord Voldemort, the evil man that had killed his parents, was no where to be found on the boy's bare torso.
Confused, but deciding against saying something about it at the moment. Harry took a few strides and stepped in front of Draco. He noticed the silver-eyed boy tense his muscles, the gleam in his eye showing he was ready for another row if provoked.
Harry bent down and picked up his clean gray t-shirt. "Here." He said simply, with an almost piteous look on his face. Draco stared at the shirt for a moment then looked up at Harry. Those emerald eyes almost seemed to be laughing at him. His temper flared again.
"Oh sod off Potter!" he snapped, smacking the shirt out of the other boys hands, then moving in close to his face and pointed his finger at him. "Don't act like you're above me, because you're not... you pompous twit!"
"Me? Oh, that's a laugh, coming from the prince of arrogance himself." Harry snapped back, smacking Malfoy's hand away from his face. "I was trying to be civil to you." he spat, adding sarcastically, "Don't know what could've come over me."
Harry snatched up his clothing and stormed back over to the mirror. Without any hesitation, he whipped off the towel around his waist and began to change into his clothes, mumbling all the while, things like "stupid git" and "rotten little prat".
Draco watched this display, because he simply couldn't force himself not to. His silver eyes wandered up the Griffindor's sleek calves, thighs, surprisingly nice and firm behind, his smooth back, and strong shoulders. In Harry's tirade, he seemed to forget Draco was there, and Draco took this time to let the boy unknowingly entertain him. When Harry pulled his jeans on, and had almost succeeded in pulling the gray shirt over his head, Draco sauntered up to him. As Harry's head poked through the neck hole, he came face to face with him.
Draco watched the boy's emerald eyes burn into his with a million questions. Slowly he leaned in slightly, then stretched his left arm out to reach in between Harry's side and right arm. The two were so close their body heat frictioned together, and Draco heard Harry's deep breathing slightly stammer. He paused for another second. Then Draco pulled away some, locking eyes with the Griffindor.