An eventful detention

It was half past nine. Harry and Draco were currently in their Potions room, scrubbing the desks. Snape had left the two alone for some reason. It couldn't have been because he trusted them, because no one in their right mind would do that. Although Harry had been having doubts regarding the greasy-haired man's sanity.

Harry was really starting to get bored. Scrubbing desks became extremely monotonous after about the second one. He was looking for some way to start a conversation with Draco without the boy blowing up at him. Harry looked over across the room to where Draco was busy scrubbing. The flames lit up his blonde hair into a halo around his head. His hair was un-gelled for a change, allowing it to fall messily into his eyes. This made Harry want to brush it out of his face. Not because he was attracted to the boy or anything, but because it was just damn annoying him. Personally, Harry hated having his hair in his face.

Harry practiced a few one-liners in his head until Draco interrupted him.

"As amusing as it is, Potter, to watch you make a fool out of yourself, the whole thinking out loud thing is really starting to get to me." Harry was glad he hadn't been thinking about how hot Draco looked with his sleeves rolled up and a light blush on his face from exertion. He vaguely wondered how he'd look after a—different—kind of exertion.

When Draco started slowly walking towards him, it took Harry a bit to realise he'd once again been thinking out loud.

"So, you want me do you?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded. He was wondering which way he could end that sentence best. 'Yeah, want you to sod off' sounded pretty good to him, but he thought 'You wish' would also be a good choice. Harry, not being too bright, didn't realise that by him not saying anything at all, he had actually admitted that he wanted Draco Malfoy. By the time he came to the conclusion that he would have to say something to deny it he was further confused by the fact that he was now lying on the ground with Draco Malfoy of all people on top of him.

Draco pressed his lips down onto Harry's. Harry felt a range of emotions course through him. Disgust, horror and shock were foremost among them. Despite this, Harry felt it would just be best if he went along with it. He was just starting to get into the unwanted kiss when he felt Draco's hand reach into his pocket. Thinking Draco was getting a bit feisty, he spanked him. Draco pulled back looking disgusted.

"I cannot believe you just did that."

Harry was experiencing similar feelings of shock. He blamed his actions on lack of sleep.

"Well you put your hand in my pocket," he retorted, feeling childish even as he said it.

That feeling was amplified when Draco held up his hand with Harry's wand (the literal one) grasped in it.

"I never said you could touch my wand!" Harry yelled, unaware of the sexual innuendo. He tried to grab it back. Draco simply smirked and ran out of the room. Harry followed.

Draco led the way, twisting through the many corridors. They finally arrived in the Astronomy Tower all the way at the other end of the school. Harry dived towards Draco and managed to catch the collar of his robe and bring him down under him. Now on the ground, Harry pulled himself up Draco so their faces were aligned. The fight went out of Draco's eyes; he knew he had lost. All of a sudden both boys felt a strange pull towards each other. Neither knew who moved first, but all of a sudden their lips were joined again and they began tentatively exploring each other's mouths. Their touches were gentle and careful. Neither wanted the moment to end, because they weren't sure what would happen when it did.

In a reverse of normal snogging procedures, the boys suddenly found themselves standing up instead of lying down. They walked blindly to what they assumed was the door. Draco pulled back from Harry to study the other boy's face. Harry whimpered at the loss of sweet contact but still Draco remained distant.

"My dorm or yours?" he asked, smirking.

"Yours," Harry replied.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes so he wouldn't fall over, and pushed him backwards playfully. Harry stumbled and fell backwards over the waist high window ledge that both boys had thought was the door. Draco, now with Harry's arms about his waist, was pulled helplessly forward and thrown on top of Harry. Their mouths automatically found each other.

Both boys toppled out of the open window, still joined when they hit the ground.