Harry walked into the detention room that day and found the faint smell of strawberries in the air. Thinking for the briefest moment that Ron had somehow managed to land himself in detention with him and Draco Harry glanced around the room. However, instead of looking eyes with his strawberry lover Harry's gaze fell on Draco sitting in his usual seat doing schoolwork. Harry stared at him a moment completely unaware that someone else was looking at him
"You may be seated Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall's sharp voice informed him. "Let the detention begin, you may not leave until I return and I'll be taking both your wands. Mr. Malfoy I trust there will be no urgent bowel movements to take you racing away from detention this evening?" McGonagall asked expectantly.
Draco flushed brilliantly, "No, professor." Draco muttered miserably.
McGonagall accioed their wands with a flick of her own and closed the door with a resonant bang.
Draco was furious, "You told her I had some kind of bowel disorder!"
Harry looked up quite pleased with himself, "I do believe the exact words I used were 'explosive diarrhea,' " Harry laughed at Draco's purpling face.
"Your exact wording is hardly the issue here Potter" Draco spat enraged. "How dare you embarrass me like that, if I had my wand I would curse you into a thousand pieces" Draco huffed.
"Such ingratitude! And here I was trying to save you added punishments for skipping out on detention and this is the thanks I get!" Harry feigned offense. "Why next time I should rather leave you in a bind and see how well you fair then."
"I'd rather you had, I don't need your help Potter!" Draco said, hoping, no doubt, to end the conversation there and continue on with his schoolwork. "Now if you don't mind I've rather a lot of schoolwork to be getting on with at the moment so leave me be"
"You see I thought we'd hit that little snag," Harry paused looking at Draco's souring face
"Snag? There is no snag! You will, kindly, shut your trap and let me finish this essay" Draco sneered at him and returned to his studies.
"Yes well I do see a snag. You see professor McGonagall has informed us that we must become friends in order to escape this confinement, and as much as I do enjoy your company I have better things to do on a Saturday night than to hang about in a musty old classroom." Harry said getting up from his chair and moving over towards Draco.
Draco, not being as stupid as Harry would've liked, was immediately on the defensive, having learned something from his last encounter with Harry. Draco got up from his chair and edged around the desk, countering every approaching step Harry took with a retreating one. Draco's eyes darted towards the door, "Not more of this friends nonsense." His eyes darted once more towards the door and then changed tact slightly, "You know what, thanks for the kind offer but I have quite enough 'friends' to be getting on with at the moment, perhaps later in the year if something opens up." Draco was edging nearer the door and running out of room between Harry and the wall behind him. "I'll let you know if I have an opening" with that Draco made a mad dash towards the door.
Harry caught the look of fear in Draco's eyes from the very mention of being friends from him. Really, Harry thought, the boy could do with more friends like him he looks as if he hasn't been properly shagged in months, years even. Harry was on the hunt carefully calculating each step closing in on his prey. Harry saw Draco's eyes dart one too many times towards the exit and knew the other boy was about to make a run for it. Just as Draco dashed forwards Harry lunged at him knocking them both off balance.
Barely missing clipping Draco's head off the chalkboard ledge Harry and Draco fell to the ground landing nowhere near the exit. Harry of course landed on top of the poor winded Draco who struggled to catch his breath. In no hurry to remove himself from such a firmly toned and deliciously soft body Harry leant forward to whisper something embarrassingly intimate in Draco's ear. The only problem was that Draco smelt so strongly of that special mixture of strawberries and something else that Harry associated so closely with Ron that Harry completely lost his train of thoughts.
Ron had gotten to him first, Harry thought, it was the only way to explain the unique scent on the other boy's body. Harry scowled into the silken blonde hair his face was embedded in, all he needed now was confirmation from Draco, and to that point Harry whispered in Draco's ear "My, my don't we smell nice today, tell me Draco been picking strawberries lately?"
Draco, having had enough of the suffocating weight of Harry, and not wanting to answer the assumptions of Harry's question pushed the other boy off of him with a huff. "Merlin, Potter, you weigh a ton, perhaps you'd best think of starting a diet." Draco said, not because the boy was in any way fat, but because he knew it would eat at his vanity.
"Shut up, Malfoy" Harry pouted
"Back to Malfoy then, are we? Shame, I was just getting used to you calling me Draco" Draco said in a sarcastic mocking voice.
Harry looked up to see the blonde haughtily shaking back his hair, a slight frown on his lips. Harry decided to seize his opportunity in case Ron had been bluffing, "Well, you know there are other things I could call you." Harry said, raising eyebrows at Draco. Crawling on all fours to where Draco lay propped up on his elbows Harry started listing pet names "Let's see there's sweetie, sugar, blondie bear, sunshine, which do you prefer?" Harry said leaning over Draco slightly
"E, none of the above!" Draco said repulsed, trying to squirm away from Harry.
"Come now, everyone must have a nickname. Let's find yours, shall we?" Harry placed a firm hand on the opposite side of Draco keeping him in place.
"Everyone? What's yours then?" Draco sneered, "The-boy-who-lived? Gryffindor's golden boy? Dumbledore's pet? You know I've been meaning to ask you, how is the old crone in bed? Does he still have stamina, can he even get it up?" Draco laughed meanly at his own perverted humor.
Harry frowned at him then answered back, "Actually no, come to think of it I don't like any of those pet names. I rather think we should come up with something get rid of those awful names. But first to the task of naming you?" Harry said hoping that the idea of coming up with pet names would entice the other boy.
It did not, Draco growled at him.
This, unfortunately, gave Harry the perfect idea for a pet name for Draco, "Eureka, I've got it! I'll call you snuffle-luff-o-gus!" Harry proclaimed.
Draco lunged at him wrestling him into submission, this was remarkably easy given that Harry had collapsed into a state of hysterics at his own joke. Draco pinned Harry's arms to his sides and looked down on him menacingly, "You will under no terms call me snuffle-luff-o-gus!"
Harry took several minutes to calm down enough to answer back, "Fine, I was only joking. Actually I was thinking maybe Dragon. It's fierce, untouchable, unbreakable, everything you embody." Harry said trying not to sound too flattering so as not to let on that he was manipulating the boy.
"You know, you might just have something there, Potter." Draco smiled smugly to himself. "You know I rather like it. I'll spread it around the next Quidditch match and they can chant it from the stadium when I whip you"
"Well, before you enter fantasy land, Dragon, perhaps you might address the issue of my nickname?" Harry said expectantly. "And no more of this the-boy-who- 'insert comment here' nonsense. It has to be original and fitting."
"Hmmm, let me think a moment. I know! Harry the fairy! It's perfect cause you're such fucking fairy!" Draco started chanting Harry the fairy over and over in euphoria at finding the perfect nickname.
Harry had had enough of being taunted and decided to end it by shutting Draco's mouth with a kiss, using all his stomach muscles to sit up and lock lips while Draco still had his hands pinned to the floor. For the second time in two detentions Harry had forced himself on an un-expecting Draco. This time however, perhaps because he was caught entirely off guard, Draco responded to Harry's kiss. Harry parted his lips and darted his tongue out to taste the forbidden fruit of Draco's lush lips. Draco responded by opening his own mouth to Harry's and meeting Harry's tongue for one electrifying moment before deepening the kiss.
Draco found himself leaning forwards in order to better access the sweet depths of Harry's mouth. Releasing Harry's hands Draco ran his fingers through Harry's long, messy, raven tresses. Tracing the other hands ringer nails down the sensitive skin of Harry's neckline. Draco wondered where Harry had learnt to kiss so expertly.
Harry congratulated himself on an excellent maneuver. This might be easier than he had previously thought. Harry, feeling that he had already one and had best claim his prize, allowed his hands to roam under Draco's robes feeling the delicate flesh and traveling further down to where the first wisps of hair appeared.
This started Draco out of his euphoria of kissing and made him pull back. Draco flushed the deepest shade of purple and climbed off of Harry. Draco backed right into the desk he had been studying at while Harry climbed to his feet licking the taste of Draco off his lips.
The door creaked and opened and McGonagall, appeared in the doorway, laden up to her eyeballs with books. "Potter, Malfoy, help me with these books." Her voice was somewhat muffled by several volumes of wizarding encyclopedia.
Harry and Draco did as they were told and in return they were given their wands back and dismissed from detention that night. As they both left the classroom Draco called back to Harry one word, "Raven".
Draco returned to his dormitory feeling confident and superior. Harry returned to his dormitory with a smug smile on his face knowing that Draco was putty in his hands.
