Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own the Harry Potter characters, I don't. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Pairings: Harry/Draco (seriously, if you cant deal then don't read), maybe Hermione/Ron?

Warnings: SLASH! Also, the rating will be high incase I decide to use some...very physical...contact! lol! Maybe not even very, but better safe then sorry right?

LustAintLove: Okay little ones, this chapter might leave you a bit…angry! No no, nothing really bad, but it will be my first real Cliffy. A big SORRY for the wait, but my mind was a blank. Still, I can't say this is the greatest chapter! I might take a little longer posting the next chap, since my most favorite uncle is visiting, and I am very sorry, but my dad wants to have 'family time'! Well, R&R please. Thanks and enjoy….don't be mad!

Don't Touch

by: LustAintLove

Chapter 5

Draco's POV

Blaise kept throwing questioning glances in my direction as we walked toward the dungeons while Pansy kept on about why I didn't just let her curse the damned mudblood.

"I highly doubt you care if either I or Blaise get detention!" she said after, once again, I tried to reason with the stubborn girl. Annoyingly, she was right. I really couldn't care less if the two idiots got detention, but even I couldn't answer exactly why I stopped her from hexing Granger. I, myself, wanted nothing more then to curse the girl dumb after her tirade.

"Really Pansy, you're my best friend, why wouldn't I care?" I gave her a sly, yet false, smile. Her responding scowl, mixed with the huge number of boils invading her face, made a very disturbing sight.

"Because, you have never cared!" She hissed angrily. I laughed at the truth in her statement and looked to Blaise.

"Weasel got you pretty good huh?" I asked showing no true interest. My thoughts were somewhere else, skimming over the stinging words of one very angry Gryffindor.

"Once." he spat. "That mudblood lover's going to be sore for days." with that, he smiled and stopped walking. "But it was so worth it." his voice was low and filled with amusement as his eyes fell on Pansy.

"Worth it? Look at me." Pansy shrieked while also halting.

"Oh come on Panz! You won. You made Potter cry!" Blaise said cheerily. "Though, if Weasley hadn't been there, there's no doubt I'd have won." he sneered at the thought. For a moment, I considered what he said and let a small frown grace my features.

"You were seeing who could make him cry?" I asked with disgust. They both smiled as if I should be pleased, and nodded. Exactly what they were so proud of, I had no clue. "I can't believe you." I shook my head and started to walk away.

"What do you mean?" Pansy asked sounding disappointed. I looked at her and frowned. "Well Draco? First you break the whole thing up and now you're acting like we did something wrong. I really don't understand you." Pansy looked thoroughly confused.

"I'm acting like you did something wrong because you did. What the hell do you want me to say? He's already fucked up. It's not like you did anything amazing or spectacular." I answered regretfully. The last thing I wanted them to think was that I had gone soft.

"You weren't saying that at lunch." Blaise interjected.

"Honestly, how slow can you get?" I rolled my eye at my, supposedly, best friends, and frowned. "I was being sarcastic. Do you really find beating up kids for their candy is entertaining?" I asked a little put off. Maybe I should have said 'That sounds as fun as picking flowers with Hufflepuffs.' Though, knowing Blaise, he'd probably interpret that I was just a great poof who enjoyed those types of things.

"Well, we used to do that." Blaise answered sheepishly. True, but that was when we, ourselves, were kids!

"For Merlin's sake, just forget it Blaise. Obviously Draco has a soft spot for the 'Boy Wonder'!" Pansy had become very serious and looked upset at even the idea of me caring for Potter. I tried to repress any unwanted emotions from showing as Blaise shot me a quizzical glance.

"Oh, how did you guess?" I snorted sarcastically and, guessing that they were both too stupid to understand the mockery in my statement, I explained. "That, my dear friends, was also sarcasm." I jeered, half angry that Pansy would think such a thing, and half shamed that it was true. I had lost a lot of rest thinking about the boy. Though, I kept those thoughts to the back of my mind and had no problem denying any feelings for him; until I had nothing else to keep my thoughts busy that is. This mainly meant spending long, silent nights pondering the raven haired boy whom I so dearly tried to avoid.

"Draco?" I glanced at Pansy after realizing I had zoned out.

"Yes?" I asked trying not to cringe at the sight of her. Though, in my opinion, Pansy had never been a looker, her looks had never been so difficult to tolerate.

"I asked if we could just get this over with so I can go to the hospital wing." Pansy motioned toward a door. We were already outside the Potions classroom.

"Sure, whatever." I murmured walking forward. I opened the door and slide into the dank classroom, my companions at heel. Professor Snape, more commonly known as my godfather, which is another thought I liked to evade, was scribbling over a sheet of parchment placed neatly before him. He didn't look up or speak as acknowledgement to our presents, but continued, determinedly, writing.

"Professor?" Pansy spoke up, and for a moment I envied her courage. This, of course, lasted only that long before I titled her senseless. Anyone with a brain should know never to interrupt Severus Snape at such times. He was obviously very busy. This was a lesson she was seconds from learning.

Snape glanced up from his current business and shot an irate look at the three of us. He scowled at the awful image Pansy presented him with, and let a heavy sigh sound throughout the classroom.

"Can you not see that I am busy?" He didn't find Pansy's state worth while.

"Well Professor, you are our head of house, and if I am not mistaken, it is your job to handle such things as both I, Draco, and Blaise have just recently been faced with." Pansy was doing nothing for herself besides digging a hole. The look on Snape's face told her that.

"Well Miss Parkinson, I believe you have my attention." Don't let his reply confuse you, for his features said everything. He couldn't care less what Pansy had to say.

"It was just after leaving lunch that Weasley, Granger, and Potter cornered us in the hall. Weasley, for no spoken reason, began assaulting Blaise with, must I say, very weak punches." She motioned toward the barely damaged boy to my left. Snape merely glanced at Blaise before waiting for her to continue. "Granger went mad and began to hex me. As you can see." She didn't have to indicate exactly what she was talking about, seeing as though the damage was visible, but still pointed hopelessly at her face. "And Potter nearly hexed Draco. Though, in his state, he couldn't even remember the words." She looked very pleased with the added lie and her lips twitched into the slightest of grins. I, on the other hand, was completely caught off guard. Why did she have to throw me into the mix? And why couldn't she just leave Potter out of it? The worst he had done, was maybe get a tear or two on the stupid girl.

Snape quirked an eyebrow and looked to me.

"Potter tried to attack you?" he asked sounding very doubtful.

"Umm…well I hadn't really noticed if he had. I um…was to caught up with Granger's ranting to listen." Why I hadn't just told the truth, I can't say, but I went with the first thing that popped into mind. It was almost true.

"Ranting? What was she saying?" Snape asked Pansy this time.

"Honestly, I couldn't say. I was too absorbed with being hexed to give her words any care." Pansy answered throwing me a very nasty glance.

"Ah, I see. Well, all six of you will be receiving detention with me Friday night." He paused at the sudden uproar.

"That's not fair! What did we do?" Pansy asked looking dumbfound.

"You three for wasting my time," He answered sternly. "and them for attacking you." He added, still looking a bit doubtful. "Now, leave." He shooed us away with a wave of his hand and became, once again, absorbed in his work.


Some peculiarly livid words and a very undignified act was what followed once exiting the dungeons. It was, of course, me who put on the show. Pansy stated that she 'Just had to make sure Potter got detention too.' Though, no explanation would calm me. After all, I had done the decent thing, and ended the fighting, which consequently led to my own detention. I should have left everything be and walked away. Adding onto my anger, Blaise was being his usual unintelligent self. Being too intrigued by the idea of Snape actually giving his house detention, Blaise seemed to know punishment as well as he knew sarcasm. That was what led me to seclude myself from my fellow Slytherin friends. Sadly, classes would counter my attempts.

"Look Draco, it really isn't that bad." Blaise whispered during Transfiguration. There was no mistaking what he was on about. Snape's detention.

"Just leave it Blaise." I hissed trying to focus on my failing efforts to transform a small lizard into a quill. My eyes narrowed as the reptilian legged quill began walking away.

"Very good Mr. Malfoy, though you should leave the legs out next time." Professor McGonagall offered as if I had meant that to happen. Ignoring her and the number of giggles sounding around the class, I scaled the room with my eyes. Potter hadn't come to class. I guessed he was just brooding somewhere with Granger trying to soothe him, seeing as though even she hadn't come to class. The Weasel hadn't shown either, but he had needed medical attention just as badly as Pansy, who was also absent at the moment.

"Detention with the 'Golden Trio'! That will be interesting." Blaise said with a thoughtful expression.

"Not really." I added gravely.

Harry's POV

I sat in the common room. Legs folded, head hurting, and cushioned comfortably into an armchair. Hermione was sitting silently on the couch, back hunched and a grim expression on her face. She gave me a worried glance and frowned.

"You okay?" She asked softly. I gave a slight nod and looked away. It was too hard to look at her. Every time I let my mind wander, images of everyone I lost and might lose would flash before my eyes. Hermione and Ron were the most reoccurring images. Nothing gruesome, but dead. Just lying there, pale and lifeless. I couldn't stand it. I hated being who I was. I hated knowing that eventually someone else would meet a lethal end all because of me. My heart ached.

"You're not actually letting what they said get to you, are you?" She asked lightly. To tend her worry, I shook my head 'no', and tried for a smile but that was just a little too much.

"Good!" She exclaimed with narrowed eyes. "Now, why don't we…" she stopped at the sound of a tapping on the window. Standing, she heaved it open and stepped back as an owl, unknown to either of us, fluttered in. The owl revealed three identical letters when holding out it's leg. Hermione untied them and closed the window after the owl withdrew and flew off.

"There's one for you, me, and Ron." I excepted the envelope from her hand and inspected the large green letters that read 'Harry Potter' I then proceeded to read it's contents.

Potter,

After having been informed of an incident occurring earlier this day with one Draco Malfoy, you have been assigned detention for this coming Friday night. If you fail to show, consequences will be placed.

Severus Snape

I ignored the infuriated sound from Hermione as she read her own letter, and thought, confusedly, on what my own said. Draco Malfoy? What did I do? Is this about Potions class? Well even so, I didn't do anything. At least I don't think I did. I sighed audibly as a new thought came to me. God, now I'm doing things I don't even realize. My memory is fading. Just another thing to screw me up. With a deep breath, I buried my face into my hands.

"It's not like I hadn't expected it." Hermione murmured. I looked up and frowned. At least she knew what she did wrong. With that thought, she glanced at me. "What does yours say?" I handed the paper to her and watched as her face distorted with anger. She shook her head and looked at me sadly. "We'll talk to Snape about this."

"No!" I almost jumped out of the chair. Of course she didn't understand, but I definitely didn't want anyone to think I had gone crazy if Snape informed me that I had done something horrible to Draco. Especially since I didn't remember. At first she looked surprised, but that was quickly covered with a stern glare.

"You did not do a thing to Malfoy. Why should you have to serve a detention?" She asked pointedly.

"How do you know?" I interjected.

"Well, did you?" Her disappointment showed clearly.

"I think I'm going to lay down for a bit." was my only answer as I stood to leave. How could I answer that? 'Not that I remember, but you can't forget my fading sanity.' That was the last thing she'd want to hear.

"Obviously it's just another way that Malfoy can get to you." She called after me reassuringly. Yet, it did nothing.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. Once again thrown into a world of fearful thoughts, nightmares, memories, and sweat. Everything on the edge of my mind played out in my sleep.

Draco's POV

The morning after having unjustly earned myself a detention, I sat at our house table, trying my hardest to stay awake. Pansy still hadn't shown, but Blaise sat to my left eating some eggs and sausage. Though, I hardly called it eating, more like scarfing down what he could in the given amount of breakfast time. He managed a few jokes about Potter, who sat staring pointlessly at his plate. It seemed that Weasley didn't need much fixing up since he wasn't in the infirmary. Minus a few bruises, he still looked like shit.

The only thought that seemed to improve my mood was knowing that Potions was not my first class of the day. Although, second was not much better. Many would wonder why I so detested Potions. Okay, not detested, but disliked. Mainly because of a specific Gryffindor that I wished not to see. The same person I could blame for my current drowsiness. And to tell you the truth, a sleep deprived Malfoy was not a very welcome sight. But, as much as I cherished the limited time in Arithmacy, Potions came, and it seemed my godfather was out to get me. Okay, so partnering me with a near defenseless Harry Potter didn't exactly read 'Malfoy, I'm out to get you.', but I still had no desire to work with him.

"Since neither of you completed your potion yesterday, and you are both behind, you will, once again, be working together. Maybe even as a permanent arrangement." I stared, horror struck by his words, but chose it best not to argue. Snape saw Weasley's hand shoot up, and sneered. "Put your hand down Mr. Weasley." He did as told and shot an apologetic look toward Potter who looked to be taking it much worse then I.

As if it were an indication to get partnered, everyone began to swarm around the room as Snape took his seat.

"Malfoy." I glanced up to see the Weasel watching me closely. His eyes narrowed and he looked ready to jump me. Although, I guessed he only intended on threatening me for Potter's sake.

"Weasley." I quirked an eyebrow and saw that Potter was standing right behind him. He looked nervous and shifted from foot to foot.

"Ron." Potter whispered near inaudibly. This caught the other boys attention and he turned to him. "It's fine. Just…go." He winced at the harshness of his own words and gave Weasley a rueful look. The red head only nodded before walking away.

"I'll get the ingredients." he muttered turning away. I watched him make a slow trip over to the cabinets and sighed. Standing up, I followed. He looked lost as he waited for the area to clear up.

"You can't get it all by yourself." I said as he shot me a confused glance.

After getting all the supplies, I gave him simple, direct orders and left everything else to silence. Though, it was difficult to ignore his piercing eyes as they continued staring at me. Finally, I glanced up and gave him a questioning look. He frowned, but did not drop his gaze. He looked to be considering something and opened his mouth. As soon as I thought he would speak, his mouth closed again. Shaking my head, I returned to the task at hand.

"…I do?" I frowned at his senseless words before looking at him once again.

"Excuse me?" I tried not to sound annoyed. Obviously he didn't want to say whatever he was thinking. His voice dropped even lower as he spoke again.

"What did I do?" He questioned looking as if he wanted so much to hear the answer. But I had no answer. What in the world was he talking about.

"What do you mean?" I found myself sounding rather gentle. Quickly, I pulled myself together and aimed an icy stare at the boy. He averted his eyes and frowned.

"To you. Yesterday." It was not difficult to see he regretted every word. And I found myself confused and irritated.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." Again he looked lost.

"Oh." he whispered more to himself then me.

"Well, Potter? Mind explaining yourself?" I asked after spending more then enough time watching him zone out. He blinked a few times and gave a solemn nod.

"I have a detention for doing something to you." He answered with a sigh. "Mione was right then. Just a way to get to me." Though not all of it made sense, I understood now. He had received the detention from Snape for having tried to hex me, though it never happened, and I couldn't help but feel for the boy. He actually believed he'd done something. That was probably the reasoning behind all his sorrowful glances.

"Well Potter, don't feel bad. You're not the only ones with detention." I said bitterly. This caught his attention and he waited for me to continue. "Blaise, Pansy, and I will also be serving detention with you." With that, I forced my concentration back to our, nowhere near done, potion.

"With us?" He decided the conversation was not finished and went on to sound a bit frightened. Maybe telling him that he would serve detention with the Slytherins who made him cry wasn't exactly the smartest thing.

"Yes, but Granger with a wand is more then enough to keep anyone from bothering you." I tried my hand at a small joke and watched as the corners of his mouth curved only slightly. "Now, if you don't want to stay after, we should finish this potion." I added. He took that as a hint and did as requested.


Later that night, I got the laugh I so badly needed. Pansy had been released from the infirmary, but not without Madam Pomfrey adding a little extra medicine to the, still present, boils. She didn't even try to hide her humiliation and began to cry as soon as she entered the common room. Face covered in a purple paste, and eyes blotchy, she explained that the boils wouldn't go away until after three days. Blaise tried to comfort her, but when your friend says 'It's going to be okay." in between laughs, it's hardly soothing.

"I swear, she is going to have it so bad!" Pansy screeched while sobbing. It was difficult to take the, usually very threatening Slytherin, serious with a purple face.

"Yeah Panz. You go get her." Blaise chuckled earning himself a very offended glare.

"I will." She assured and stormed up to her dorm. Those who had been watching the ordeal suddenly broke out in hysterics. Obviously they didn't have courage enough to laugh in her face.

Harry's POV

After having been verbally attacked, I began to think more and more on how getting too close to people was not good. Either for myself or them. So, it wasn't exactly a surprise when I began to distance myself from both Ron and Hermione. They had a very precise idea as to what was wrong with me, and though I tried my hardest, they would not let me be. And as badly as I felt, I began to lessen the amount of words spoken to them. Of course this put me right back at the beginning, plus a few minor additions such as insomnia. But the inexistent sleep in my life was of my own choice. It had been for quite awhile. A small rest every now and then kept me conscious, but I avoided going to sleep. My dreams had become so realistic that I, all together, feared it. Oh what great shape I was in.

The day of our detention seemed to pass by in slow motion. None of my Friday classes were shared with Slytherins so I was very grateful. Ron continued sulking since it was the first day of quidditch practice and neither I nor Ron were going to make it. Of course it bothered me very little, but I hated seeing Ron so miserable. That only reminded me that I was at fault. Hermione didn't seem to mind, seeing as though she was already serving daily detentions with Filtch. She even seemed a bit relieved with the idea of getting a day off from all the hard labor Filtch put her through. I highly doubted Snape would make things any less difficult.

Finally, or upsettingly, the end of the day did come, and we were on our way to the dungeons. I had tried to mentally prepare myself for taunting of any sort and forced myself to continue in the direction of Snape's class. The only thing that kept me from turning back was the said 'consequences' to be faced if I did not show. After the first few 'Don't worry Harry.' comments I received from my caring companions, I began to block them out. I did not wish to be spoken to as a child and I hated that they could tell I was afraid.

One minute I was walking down a darkened hall and the next, I stood before a very bored looking professor. It was no revelation to find the other three students already there.

"Now that you are all here, I will be taking your wands." Snape drawled as he stood from behind his desk. This surprised everyone. Maybe because we all felt protection was much needed in the presence of one another. All were hesitant, but in the end, we stood wandless.

"I have some business to attend to so you will all remain here for as long as it takes. When I return, my shelves will be restocked, the older ingredients and potions will have been relabeled, and all cauldrons will be spotless. Understand?"

"How are we to get the cauldrons clean if we don't have our wands." The raven haired, Slytherin pouted. She still had evidence of Hermione's wrath.

"Oh yes, I forgot that. Buckets and sponges have been placed right over there." Snape pointed toward a group of sud filled buckets and hurriedly made way to leave.

"We have to clean them by hand?" The girl's face wrinkled with disgust.

"What else would he be insinuating?" Hermione asked the naïve girl earning herself a cold glare.

"If you can think of any other way, Miss Parkinson, be my guest." Snape ignored Hermione's comment and left.

A very uncomfortable silence swept throughout the room and both rival houses seemed content with staring each other down for the rest of the night. But, realizing that this would get us nowhere, I took action. This being very unexpected of me, all eyes followed my movements toward one of the buckets. All would ask why I chose to clean cauldrons, and the answer would be that…..I hadn't really thought about it. A little reluctant now, I lifted the, surprisingly heavy, bucket and made way toward the, oh so conveniently placed, crowd of caldrons. Sitting before what I dubbed the filthiest of all cauldrons, I let my gaze fall to the group of students still standing around.

"Right, if we plan on getting out of here, we should get this over with." Hermione cleared her throat and moved toward the boxes full of new potion ingredients. Seeming to finally snap out of their rival instincts, everyone started unenthusiastically toward one of the three separate tasks before them.

That left Hermione and Ron handling the ingredients, Pansy and Blaise relabeling potions, and, surprisingly, me and Draco Malfoy, laboring over cauldrons. Of course this caught a few very uneasy glances from my fellow Gryffindors, but in the end, since Draco had actually began to work, they let it slide. I had high doubts that the whole session would end peacefully though. And, oh how right I was.


LustAintLove: Okay, for any questions on why I had Snape give the Troublesome Trio detention with our fav Gryffs, I have only one explanation: Drama sweets, drama. Anyways, I hate myself for leaving a cliffy, but I have kept you all waiting long enough and the fact that my mind wasn't working adds to that. Plotting is definitely a weakness with me! Though I do have an idea as to where the next chap is going, I'm sure you can guess too. ONTO the reviews.

Review reply:

Chaeli.meep.: LOL, thanks a bunch for the review….you've even got me excited.

Drays girl: Good thing you don't find them funny, but I adore their characters. They are probably my most fav to play with. Though, if I do another fic, they will definitely not be the evil ones. Thanks for the review!

Lilcrazedgurl91: Yeah, I felt a little bad making them so….cruel, but I just had to. Updates are coming as quickly as I can manage without boring all to death. Worry not, I am planning on making it less sad in the future. Anyways, thanks for the review.

Kaiya002love: I plan for it to end happily so don't worry. Thanks for the review. Hope ya enjoyed this chap.

Pink-flame-kit: I'm seriously hoping that by your review, you were not saying that anything similar has happened to you! If so, I feel for you and wish you well. Now you got me all sad! Thanks for the review! IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT LITTLE ONE! (okay, being over dramatic and thinking the worst! Calm yourself.)

Fifespice: No, no one knew about Draco and Harry, Pansy and Blaise are evil, and yes, Draco feels guilt! Thanks to Hermione. Thanks for the review and questions. I think I answers them all. Hope you enjoyed, though, there's not much to enjoy…well the next chap should be much more interesting.

Ceremonially-unclean: Harry was very appreciative to your loving up (hehe) and thanks you immensely. Anyway, thanks for the review (and saying I rock 'YES!'), hope you enjoyed the read.

Hp4ever: Again, another review that saddens me….I made you cry! Though it is sad, I must say I am also a teensy bit pleased. Not that you cried, just for the review. Draco will gain heart….Harry will get better….I think all your demand wil be accomplished, just give it time. Yes, and I added a tiny bit of progress….Harry smiled at Draco, okay, so he barely smiled, but he smiled. Anyways, thanks bunches for the review and PLEASE stop crying. Thanks.

Allyson Valley: I seriously laughed when reading your review. Sorry you almost cried…just remember, Harry WILL be fixed. No matter what, my fingers will magic his future SANE….unless I should die tomorrow and not finish this fic, but I am hoping that should not happen. Okay, now I'm thinking on my death and that's not good. Thanks for the review. (Will definitely consider asking to join you on your voyage…..or mission, to overtake the world.) (No, seriously.) LOL. Hope you enjoyed.