Harry had been dragging a wet rag across a dusty chalkboard for a good ten minutes when the person he'd been waiting for came bursting through the door. A panting Draco looked at Professor McGonagal's empty desk, then at Harry.
"Has she been in here yet?"
"Just went looking for your tardy ass." Harry smirked.
"Great." Draco groaned.
Harry looked the boy up and down, with good reason since it was apparent that the blonde had fixed himself up a bit nicer since he'd seen him last. As Draco walked towards him, the smell of soap and lavender shampoo filled his nostrils. He'd fixed his hair so soft golden tendrils fell gently about his face, which still had the scar from their last fight. He'd changed out of his robes into carpenter jeans and a forest green t-shirt. There was no denying that Draco looked pretty damn good.
What a priss. He just has to look perfect. Even for detention. Or maybe it's because he's serving it with me. Ugh, don't be ridiculous...
Harry looked down at his rugged old jeans and tatty black knitted sweater, and suddenly felt inadequate.
"What were you so preoccupied with to make you over fifteen minutes late?"
"I got held up back at the dorm." Draco answered vaguely. He looked at the chalkboards and scrunched his nose up. "That's not what we're doing is it?"
Harry reached into the metal bucket beside him, pulled out a dripping wet rag, and tossed it to Draco saying, "'Afraid so."
The blonde glared at the rag in his hand with distaste and looked up to give Harry a face of protest, but the boy had already gone back to work, standing on a small wooden stool to scrub the top. With a sigh, Draco began on the other half of the board.
Silently, they quickly completed the task. Draco smiled with relief and tossed his rag back into the bucket. From atop the stool Harry looked down at Draco with a questioning look.
"What?" Draco asked.
With out a word Harry rested a hand on the top corner of the chalkboard and pulled it down forward, revealing the other side, which was another dirty slate.
"You've got to be joking!" Draco whined
"Nope, and we've got five more like this one to go so you'd better suck it up. This side is all yours, cause I finished a whole chalkboard before you got here so-"
"Absolutely not." Draco said defiantly, crossing his arms, "This is muggle work. Why clean this way, when we can just use our wands and finish in seconds?"
"Because the professor said so, otherwise it wouldn't be punishment now would it?"
"Well she's not here, is she?" Draco posed mischievously, already pulling his wand from his pocket.
"Draco, for once act like the rules apply to you and just follow orders."
The blonde reluctantly put his wand back muttering, "You're one to talk..."
Harry just smiled at the remark, because it was true that both of them got away with a lot more than other students.
Draco flopped down at a desk, propped his feet up and leaned back in his chair. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes. "Fine, you do it the hard way, and wake me when you come to your senses."
Harry gave him a slightly annoyed look, then quietly stepped down from the stool. He retrieved Draco's rag from the bucket of soapy water, and after firmly ringing it out, aimed for the blondes face.
Draco toppled out of his chair with surprise when the wet cloth smacked his forehead. He scowled at the snickering Gryffindor, picked himself up off the floor, and threw the rag back at Harry with all his might. The boy dodge it with a small step to the left and laughed, "You throw like a girl."
"Oh yeah? Well you fight like one." Draco retorted.
Harry moved towards him with raised eyebrows. "That sounds like a challenge." He said, smacking Draco lightly across the cheek with his rag like an old Frenchman challenging someone to a duel.
Draco grabbed the rag from him and returned the gesture. "You bet."
The boys circled each other with eager looks. Harry faked a leap towards Draco, and the blonde reacted by ducking and grabbing him around the middle. For someone who was slightly smaller than him, Draco was strong, and Harry was knocked to the ground. He kicked Draco off of him and hurried to stand back up, only to feel Draco grab his ankle, making him fall forward. The blonde crawled up him and straddled his lower back. Harry squirmed and tried to twist around but Draco pulled his arms down to his sides and kept a firm grip. Knowing it was useless, Harry stopped struggling, trying to figure out how to escape.
Draco leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Beg for mercy Potter." The blonde felt Harry take in a deep breath with a tougher drive, and suddenly he was bucked up in the air by a few inches. Harry's sudden movement took him so off guard he was knocked aside.
The boy jumped up and gave Draco a victorious smirk, "I don't beg for anything."
"Really? That's not what you said last night."
Harry opened his mouth with an O of surprise then made a move to smack at the pretentious blonde. Draco grabbed his wrist, and soon grabbed the other with Harry's second attempt to swing. He pulled him close to his face and grinned triumphantly. The more Harry struggled, the tighter he made his grip. Finally he gave up and the boys just stood there.
Emerald burning into silver.
"Has she been in here yet?"
"Just went looking for your tardy ass." Harry smirked.
"Great." Draco groaned.
Harry looked the boy up and down, with good reason since it was apparent that the blonde had fixed himself up a bit nicer since he'd seen him last. As Draco walked towards him, the smell of soap and lavender shampoo filled his nostrils. He'd fixed his hair so soft golden tendrils fell gently about his face, which still had the scar from their last fight. He'd changed out of his robes into carpenter jeans and a forest green t-shirt. There was no denying that Draco looked pretty damn good.
What a priss. He just has to look perfect. Even for detention. Or maybe it's because he's serving it with me. Ugh, don't be ridiculous...
Harry looked down at his rugged old jeans and tatty black knitted sweater, and suddenly felt inadequate.
"What were you so preoccupied with to make you over fifteen minutes late?"
"I got held up back at the dorm." Draco answered vaguely. He looked at the chalkboards and scrunched his nose up. "That's not what we're doing is it?"
Harry reached into the metal bucket beside him, pulled out a dripping wet rag, and tossed it to Draco saying, "'Afraid so."
The blonde glared at the rag in his hand with distaste and looked up to give Harry a face of protest, but the boy had already gone back to work, standing on a small wooden stool to scrub the top. With a sigh, Draco began on the other half of the board.
Silently, they quickly completed the task. Draco smiled with relief and tossed his rag back into the bucket. From atop the stool Harry looked down at Draco with a questioning look.
"What?" Draco asked.
With out a word Harry rested a hand on the top corner of the chalkboard and pulled it down forward, revealing the other side, which was another dirty slate.
"You've got to be joking!" Draco whined
"Nope, and we've got five more like this one to go so you'd better suck it up. This side is all yours, cause I finished a whole chalkboard before you got here so-"
"Absolutely not." Draco said defiantly, crossing his arms, "This is muggle work. Why clean this way, when we can just use our wands and finish in seconds?"
"Because the professor said so, otherwise it wouldn't be punishment now would it?"
"Well she's not here, is she?" Draco posed mischievously, already pulling his wand from his pocket.
"Draco, for once act like the rules apply to you and just follow orders."
The blonde reluctantly put his wand back muttering, "You're one to talk..."
Harry just smiled at the remark, because it was true that both of them got away with a lot more than other students.
Draco flopped down at a desk, propped his feet up and leaned back in his chair. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes. "Fine, you do it the hard way, and wake me when you come to your senses."
Harry gave him a slightly annoyed look, then quietly stepped down from the stool. He retrieved Draco's rag from the bucket of soapy water, and after firmly ringing it out, aimed for the blondes face.
Draco toppled out of his chair with surprise when the wet cloth smacked his forehead. He scowled at the snickering Gryffindor, picked himself up off the floor, and threw the rag back at Harry with all his might. The boy dodge it with a small step to the left and laughed, "You throw like a girl."
"Oh yeah? Well you fight like one." Draco retorted.
Harry moved towards him with raised eyebrows. "That sounds like a challenge." He said, smacking Draco lightly across the cheek with his rag like an old Frenchman challenging someone to a duel.
Draco grabbed the rag from him and returned the gesture. "You bet."
The boys circled each other with eager looks. Harry faked a leap towards Draco, and the blonde reacted by ducking and grabbing him around the middle. For someone who was slightly smaller than him, Draco was strong, and Harry was knocked to the ground. He kicked Draco off of him and hurried to stand back up, only to feel Draco grab his ankle, making him fall forward. The blonde crawled up him and straddled his lower back. Harry squirmed and tried to twist around but Draco pulled his arms down to his sides and kept a firm grip. Knowing it was useless, Harry stopped struggling, trying to figure out how to escape.
Draco leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Beg for mercy Potter." The blonde felt Harry take in a deep breath with a tougher drive, and suddenly he was bucked up in the air by a few inches. Harry's sudden movement took him so off guard he was knocked aside.
The boy jumped up and gave Draco a victorious smirk, "I don't beg for anything."
"Really? That's not what you said last night."
Harry opened his mouth with an O of surprise then made a move to smack at the pretentious blonde. Draco grabbed his wrist, and soon grabbed the other with Harry's second attempt to swing. He pulled him close to his face and grinned triumphantly. The more Harry struggled, the tighter he made his grip. Finally he gave up and the boys just stood there.
Emerald burning into silver.