Chapter 3: Why Do You Hate Me?

'This is all your fault, Potter.'

'My fault, why is this my fault?'

The two boys were sitting in the Headmaster's office waiting for Dumbledore to arrive. They sat in two very uncomfortable wooden chairs, they were both dirty with mud caked to their clothes and hair from their little wrestling match in the forbidden forest.

'If you had been watching where you were going, we wouldn't be in this mess.' Draco stated with annoyance in his voice but inside he was very satisfied with himself and the situation.

Harry looked at him with his mouth open, not able to say a thing to his enemy's stupid way of looking at the event. How could it be his fault, he had apologized to the spoiled prat.

After a few minutes of looking down Potter's throat Malfoy snapped, 'Close your mouth Potter, you'll catch flies.'

Harry shook his head, shocked at his ability to zone out in the presents of his rival. The boy he was looking at was no longer a boy but slowly turning into a man, what kind of man he would turn out to be was a mystery. Why was it that every time you looked into the eyes of Malfoy, you saw… Well that's just it, you saw nothing at all.

In the eyes of Malfoy was nothing. He never showed emotion and that was something Harry hated and envied about him. Why couldn't he do it? No, he wore his emotions right on his sleeves, so that who ever wanted could see.

At the moment Harry felt so, so, … there wasn't a word for what he felt. Losing someone you love is the most, what is the word, well I guess there is no word for it either. But just for names sake we'll say it makes you feel sad and yet it is so much more than sadness. It could be explained, perhaps by the word angry, but not even that explains it enough.

At that point the Headmaster walked in with McGonagall and Snape at his side. The teachers didn't look happy at the present situation. Snape looked as if he were about to hex Potter where he sat and McGonagall had her disappointed face on. Dumbledore on the other hand looked as pleased as ever. Nothing could put that man in a bad mood, except for maybe Voldemort himself.

The teachers entered and sat by their students, as Dumbledore sat at his desk. 'And what brings you two young gentlemen here today?'

The boys looked at each other and rolled their eyes. How could it be that someone so brilliant could be so crazy, he knew exactly why they were there. Yet he wanted them to voice the problem themselves, probably so they could hear for themselves the silliness of it all. Yes the reason they were there is what you can call stupid.

'Well Professor, I can explain, Potter here was being his normal stupid abnormal clumsy self and fell on me. Then he had the nerve to say it was my fault.' Draco shot at the Headmaster. He took a deep breath and looked to Potter to deny it, but the denial never came. All he got were shocked and then angry looks from his teachers. But Dumbledore still looked unfazed.

'Is that all?' asked the Headmaster.

'Yes,'

'Okay, so your punishments will be a week of detention for both of you, starting tonight.' said Dumbledore. There was an instant call of outrage but they were all excused. 'Oh, yes, and I think you should serve your detentions together, since you two seem to love to be in the presents of one another.'

Potter's hands went to his face and he rubbed his temples. What else could go wrong this day for him. First he was late for his morning class, missed breakfast and now he had to spend a week with Malfoy. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to do anything, all he wanted was to go to his room and lay down and forget that there was anything for him to do.

Draco on the other hand had thoughts of triumph in his head. This is what he planned to happen, this is what he wanted. This was all going to plan.

That night after dinner Harry made is way down to the dungeons. He reluctantly stopped at the Potions Masters door and knocked. He was thinking of all the places he would rather be then than there: at school with Dudley, in the kitchen with Aunt Petunia, or riding in the car with Uncle Vernon. There were the simple one that consisted of home and then there were the ones he would do if he got desperate: fight Voldemort, visit Gwaup, or go on another date with Cho. But none of them came as he walked into the room to see the two people he hated worst at the school.

Draco sat in a chair on the right side of Snape's desk, writing fiercely on a piece of parchment, Snape was doing the same. Harry stood at the door, watching the scene before him. The two men looked as twins, but with different color hair.

'Are you going to stand there all night Mr. Potter or come in and make yourself useful?' barked the Professor.

Harry looked down at the floor but walked the rest of the way into the room and closed the door behind him. When Harry looked up, Malfoy was looking at him. In a moment of craziness Harry thought he saw him lick his lips, but he knew it couldn't have happened because no soon that he had seen the incident had the boy looked away.

Snape waited for Potter to come around the room and sit in desk far from he and Malfoy. 'For your detention tonight, you will be helping me package, store and label all of my new ingredients. Which I am sorry to saw I will not be apart of for I have many papers to correct.' He gesture to a door at the far wall, 'Every things in there I will check on you in an hour.'

Draco got up from his seat and headed to the door pointed out, with Potter following closely behind. When he opened to the door, the room inside was a nothing but a large closet filled with empty shelves and boxes filled with things in jars. He set his bag on the floor and sat on one of the boxes, as Potter entered and closed the door behind them.

Harry rubbed his eyes with his hands and gave a heavy sigh. By the looks of all the boxes, this was going to take hours. And most likely he wouldn't get any help from Malfoy. He sat on the floor and started sorting thought the boxes and strangle enough so was Malfoy, helping him.

Malfoy sat opposite Harry dragging things from the same box out. Potter stopped out of shock, what was he doing, he was to close for comfort.

'Um… Malfoy can you scoot back?' Draco looked around as if lost, that was the first in Potter has ever seen anything in the much familiar gray eyes other than anger. And that scared Potter.

Malfoy scooted away and continued working. Potter continued working also and kept an untrusting eyes on the other boy. Malfoy smirked at this, he stopped his working and watched as the boy eyed him.

'Why do you hate me?' the question came out of Malfoy like a shape knife. It wasn't filled with sarcasm, or hate, or even spite. All it was, was a simple question that needed a simple answer. Malfoy was sincere in every word he said.

(sorry people I must finish with there, I just wanted to finish this chapter. I promise I will have the next out as soon as I can. With school it is really hard. Please keep reading. I promise it gets much better after this. He he he)