Chapter 3: Detention (Now there's an original title. :P)
Disclaimer: Draco would be tied to my bed and Harry locked in my closet if I owned them. :P
A/N: Remember that I have changed some things in the story to improve it, so please reread previous chapters. On another note I think I actually have a whole plot thing figured out. Yay! Notice how it ends. It's a pattern that I'll repeat with every chapter. Well I hope you enjoy. Please review, I'll love you lots for it. -Kat
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"My mind says yes,
My heart says no,
My thoughts a mess,
Eyes ready for a show.
My blood races
And I get hot.
The laughing faces,
I hate the thought.
He touches me,
His hands are firm;
He just can't see
He needs to learn.
My cheeks are red,
Both eyes on him.
Few words said
His eyes are dim.
What does he think?
How long has it been,
Since I've had this feeling?
Does he know I like him?
(Crush, By Jessica)
What is it about you that makes my heart beat faster? "
Harry blushed. "Let me see that."
He took the parchment from Ron, who apparently found the whole thing corny because he was laughing hysterically. It was identical to the first one, just the poem was different.
"Who sent it?" Ginny asked trying to get a better look at it.
"Dunno." Harry replied. Was that all an act? Or was she really curious? Harry thought of the other letter stuffed at the bottom of his bag. He'd forgotten about it. Usually a Secret Admirer would only send one, confessing their love for Harry, saying they'd die without him, and ending with a p.s. where if Harry felt the same way he should tell them. Of course Harry had no idea who sent it to him, yet the girl population had not depleted.
Harry pulled on his now itch free robes and carefully placed the letter in his pocket so it wouldn't fall out during practice. He gave Ron a few more seconds to calm down before ordering the team outside. There was a collective groan from all of them as they followed Harry outside. He rolled his eyes, first they didn't want it delayed and now they didn't want to practice.
Harry flew around at his new team. He hadn't wanted to become the captain, but as the team senior he was automatically voted in. The new team consisted of him as seeker, Ron as keeper, Ginny, Cassie, and Mikial as chasers, with Fredrick and Dennis (Creevey, the little mouse boy.) as beaters. Harry was proud of them, they all had talent, not like those who had joined the team last year to replace Fred and George. They practiced play after play, Harry trying to keep an eye on them for any errors made but his mind kept wandering to the letters, then to whom he'd like the letters to be from.
He thought of Cho for a while then of one of her friends. Cho had barely started talking to him, but Harry could have sworn that one of her little groupies had smiled shyly at him when he tried to make peace between them. It had been the same one that had waved at him. Anyways Cho had refused his offer, and made an offer herself to just be friends again which stung, but Harry had gotten over it. As his mind swirled all the possibilities from Parvati to Millicent to Luna someone slightly unexpected came into his mind. Malfoy. Harry had refused to have the same thoughts he had a week ago but now they were intruding into his mind again. But the question was, was Malfoy civilized enough to actually write something worthwhile?
Finally after darkness had taken over the sky, Harry let the team go.
"How was practice?"
"Exhausting. I don't think I'll be able to do any homework tonight. I'm gonna take a shower and fall asleep."
"Ron! Look at the stack of homework you already have on hold. You're gonna be swamped and when you are don't come to me for help."
"Fine, whatever."
Hermione sighed, "I really don't get him."
"Me neither." Harry shrugged, then spotting Ginny alone for once Harry decided that now would be the best time to ask Ginny if it was her. He wanted to save her from any more embarrassment because he just didn't and he couldn't look at her in that way.
"Harry where are you going? You're not going to blow off your homework too are you?"
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll be right back." Harry smiled at her reassuringly, knowing she really wanted some company. He approached Ginny slowly, contemplating what he would say. Finally he stood next to her, she looked up annoyed.
"Hey! You're in my light!- Oh! Hi Harry, what's happening?''
"Uhh, It's just that I was, . . .you see it's just . . .er, I don't know how to-"
"I'm not sending you love notes."
Harry blinked surprised, then blushed lightly. "Oh. Was I that obvious?" Ginny smiled nodding.
"Actually I have a friend who does like you and I thought maybe it was her, she thought about it, but I asked her and she said it wasn't her."
"Oh." Harry smiled. "It's just that I was thinking of 'his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toads.'"
Ginny groaned. "Yeah that's why I kinda knew. Don't remind me, Dean loves to tease me about it, asking why I never write him poetry." (Yes, they're going out)
Harry smiled. "Thanks, I'll see you later."
"No problem, feel free to talk to me anytime." Ginny said waving him away, so she could return to her book.
Harry went back to Hermione and pulled out his 1,000 Magical Herbs and Fungi to start another potions essay. He worked diligently, finishing his essay along with one for Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Finally he pulled out paints from his bag and a thicker piece of parchment than usual. Hermione having just finished her work looked at him in askance.
"It's for Divination. We have to paint and it's suppose to reveal 'feelings within'." Hermione snorted. Harry sighed, this was dumb. He found the brush that came along and dipped it in some black paint. As Harry painted Hermione happily talked to him, gossiping away, as once again they were the only ones in the common room.
"...and I think it's great that you're finally working hard on your homework. So...how was your day?"
"Pretty boring, the usual, you know? Well, the Slytherins did trash the team room and I did get another poem from that secret admirer, that was kinda different."
"Whoa, back up. You have a secret admirer?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you?"
"No."
"Oh, well then here." Harry put down his paintbrush deciding that he had painted enough. He took out the first letter from his book bag and the second from his pocket. Hermione read them quickly. She giggled as she handed them back to Harry.
"That's sooo sweet! Do you know who's sending them? Whoever she is she must really like you."
"But what if it turns out to be some lovesick first year. I wouldn't want to go out with someone that young. And besides what if they don't really like me for who I am?" Harry asked Hermione softly, his gut twisting at the thought of it being yet another air headed, fame seeking, gold digger.
Hermione gasped in slight surprise. "I was just pointing out the obvious, but you're starting to like this person back, aren't you?"
"No! For all I know it could be someone like Malfoy trying to make a fool out of me!" Harry said stubbornly. "No." He repeated, for emphasis.
"Liar."
Harry kept denying his feelings for the secret admirer, until he realized that he did have feelings and he was trying to convince himself more than Hermione. He sighed in defeat, Hermione was right. "Okay, maybe just a little. It's just 'cause I've never had someone write such deep poetry to me and well I do think it's kind of sweet."
Hermione squealed happily. "Harry's in love. Harry's in love." She sang. Harry blushed slightly. Had a crush? Yes. In love? No. At least not yet.
Harry rubbed his nose irritated, something had tickled it. Next he rubbed his ear, groaning. He had been having such a nice dream too. "Harry wake up." The thing tickled his nose again. Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron with a quill in his hand. He smiled and brushed the feathered end against his nose a third time. "Wakey, wakey." (A/N: I hate being tickled by feathers, don't you:P)
Harry rolled out of bed and dressed in plain light blue jeans and a tight white shirt before pulling on his school robes. Harry had taken the liberty of exchanging some of his wizarding money so he could have clothes that actually fit over the summer. He smiled remembering his Aunt and Uncle's reaction when he had donated all of Dudley's old clothes back.
The fact that his body would no longer be hidden with excessive cloth had driven the wizard to work out, toning his muscles even more, plus Dudley couldn't threaten to beat him up any more, even if he did box. Harry was in a good mood as he headed down with his two friends for breakfast.
Harry enjoyed his breakfast until the mail came. Hedwig dropped off a letter from Hagrid, but before Harry could open it Malfoy snatched it and started to open it.
"Hey that's mine!" Harry said angrily.
'My he's pretty cute even when he's angry. Wonder if he likes to be rough while shagging? . . . No, he seems more of the innocent, gentle type.' Malfoy smirked at Harry glad that he couldn't read his thoughts. "I'm sorry Potter, I was just itching to know who'd write to you." 'Come on get it through that thick skull of yours and take the bait.' He watched as realization dawned on Harry's face. 'Yes I put itching powder on your robes now come touch-I mean attack me.'
"I don't know how you got the password, but don't you dare break in there again." Harry said his voice dangerously low. Malfoy smirked. He had to thank Blaise for that. She had her methods, which unfortunately included seducing Gryffindors. He could only think of one he wouldn't mind shagging, and Blaise had obviously stayed away from him.
"Or what you'll cry to your muggle loving parents. Oh wait," Malfoy said sarcastically. "They're not your parents, their Weasel's. You don't have any." Malfoy almost grinned as the blow jerked his head to the side. Fighting meant detention. And detention meant quality time with Harry. He retaliated, but made sure that if his blow landed it wouldn't hit that beautiful face, he wanted to be able to gaze into both of his amazing green eyes during their detention.
"What is this? Detention! And Thirty House Points each! You're both should be old enough to stop such childish squabbles. Malfoy, you can join me tonight, and Harry Madam Pomfrey needs someone to-" Professor McGonagall ranted. She always had a detention prepared for them, they fought so often.
Malfoy's heart sank, this was not how it was suppose to turn out. They needed to get detention together.
"Actually I've given Miss Brown and Patil the privilege of helping Madam Pomfrey. And I know that you don't really need any help, but I do. I need to replenish several supplies for tomorrow's lesson." Snape said, sliding up beside the raving Professor.
Malfoy could've kissed Snape. He smirked, as Harry looked horrified at Professor McGonagall, who was nodding her agreement. "Fine."
"Your detention's in the dungeons, it begins at eight o' clock sharp. I don't want to have to dock points if you're late Potter." With that the Potions Teacher swept out of the hall. Malfoy swaggered back to his seat, and batted his eyes at a thoroughly disgruntled Harry. Suddenly he smiled at Draco then turned back to his friends. Malfoy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but that was just for show. Inside his heart had skipped a beat and began to pound wildly. Why would Potter smile at him? Then . . .
"Drrraaaaccceyyyyyyyy! Are you okay? Did that evil filth touch you?" Pansy screamed when she saw the bruise that had formed on his left cheek. "Oh my poor wittle Dracey poo. What have they done?" She threw herself onto Draco before continuing her ranting. Draco looked over at Harry and saw that he was laughing. So he saw Pansy coming, that's why he smiled. Draco felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. It was a dangerous business liking the Golden boy.
Harry sat stiffly as he waited for Malfoy to show up. Snape was busying grading papers on his desk and seemed not to care that Malfoy was already seven minutes late. Finally the door clanged open and Malfoy entered.
"Sorry I'm late Sever- I mean Professor Snape."
"No problem, now follow me. You too Potter." Snape lead them to two barrels. "You are to grind the dried newt livers into powder, and disembowel the batfish. They're both very important ingredients and have several magical properties, I advise you not to waste any. I'll be back in four hours. That should give you plenty of time." Snape gathered his papers and left the classroom.
"Which one do you want to do first? Or do you want to do one barrel and I do the other?"
Harry stared at Malfoy shocked. Malfoy was actually being civil! Next thing he'd see would probably be a vegan vampire. "I would have thought you wouldn't want to get your hands dirtied from the fish or something." Harry said warily.
Malfoy just sighed. "Not in Potions. Not all of us hate it. I like to think of Potions as more of an art and a talent than a burden."
"Fine, I'll grind then." Harry walked to the barrel and scooped some of the livers into a bowl and began to grind them with a stone. To his surprise Malfoy had made no objection to this and was carefully cutting the fish. They worked across from each other silently steeling glances at each other, hoping the other wouldn't notice (who was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't) for a few minutes. The silence was only broken when Malfoy cursed.
"Shit! Oh bugger it." He had narrowly escaped being hit with some sort of fluid that had splurted out. He started to remove his robes. Harry felt his heart begin to speed up. He had tried to keep his mind off Malfoy, and his nice body, and his lips. And now he was stripping for him, well, sort of. Harry couldn't wait until he got his next letter. Then he could worry about his mystery crush and get his mind off the pale cutie.
"I'd say for you to take your robes off as well if you don't want to get them dirty. This won't be the only juicy fish." Malfoy said. Harry nodded trying to check him out discretely. He was wearing a sleeveless black shirt that had 'Blood Suckers' written in dripping red letters that showed his nice muscles and black jeans. Harry supposed that the logo was some wizard band like the 'Weird Sisters'. He pulled off his robes secretly hoping that his normal clothes wouldn't get some non-removable stain either.
Harry resumed his job of grinding the livers but he could feel that Malfoy was staring at him. Sighing he looked up.
"What else do you want?" He asked.
Malfoy jumped and blushed. "Oh it's just that- that you're grinding all wrong. Yeah. . . "
"What's wrong with the way I'm grinding them?"
"Here, let me show you." Malfoy went to Harry's side of the table and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around Harry and rested his head on his shoulder. "Look you move your wrist like this."
Malfoy placed his hands over Harry's and began to move them in a circular motion. Harry's heart was thumping so loudly he was sure Malfoy would hear it. His breath grew labored and he closed his eyes enjoying the moment. He could feel Malfoy's breath on his neck. All this contact was making him flush and grow slightly hard. His thoughts were so wrapped up he never thought twice about how odd the way was that Malfoy had decided to help him.
"Got it?" Harry snapped his eyes open and nodded. "Yeah."
They stood there for a moment neither moving, and both not wanting the other to move as well. Finally Harry pulled himself out of Draco's half embrace.
"Why are you being so nice?" He asked curiously.
Draco shrugged. "Dunno."
"It's not like you to be like this. What are you planning?"
"Is it impossible for me to be nice?" Draco asked getting slightly angry.
"For you, yes. Unless you're planning something evil." Harry thought of all the horrid things Malfoy had done to him and his friends. Despite his feelings for the Slytherin, he still thought that his personality was rotten to the core.
"Fine!" Draco snapped. "I don't need this!" He stormed back to his side and kept to a moody silence for the rest of the detention, Harry remained just as quiet.
They finished just as Snape entered the classroom. "Good now put them in the student cupboard and you're free to go." He left the class again.
Malfoy shoved his way past Harry and after putting his vials of fish guts in the cupboard, he quickly gathered his robes and left, slamming the door behind him.
Harry sighed and picked up his robes. He immediately looked down at them. There was something wrong about them, they were too soft and silky. . . He groaned as he realized that Malfoy had taken the wrong robes. 'Damn it, now I'll have to face him again.'
'Who does that bastard think he is? I try to be nice once, just once and he practically slapped me in my face, I'm not the one who keeps us enemies, he does with his I'm Too Good For You attitude, doesn't believe in second chances, in changes of heart, although I'm not changing my heart I'm just following it for once. It's not my fault I'm a Malfoy, I'd like to see how he'd act being expected to become a Death eater once he graduated from school, or being beat half to death every time he made a mistake.' Of course his father had done more than just beat him he knew charms and curses as well as verbal abuse. Above all else Draco hated the verbal abuse the most.
And sadly it was the verbal abuse that Draco was able to do the best above all the other things he had learned from his father. Draco sighed. 'I guess I can't really blame Potter for acting the way he did. I never gave him a reason to give me a second chance. He's better off without me.'
Draco entered the empty common room and turned left down a corridor. Salazar Slytherin, believing that his students were superior decided that they needed their own space, so instead of five to six people in a room there were two. It made the Slytherins sharing the room close to each other while keeping them isolated enough so they wouldn't go crazy. Draco had his own room, because there were an odd number of boys in his year, and his father had made sure that he was privileged above the others. Draco had even bullied a seventh year into transfiguring the extra bed into a small desk and had him conjure up a comfortable chair, which he loved to curl up in with a good book.
Draco entered his room and reached into the pocket of his bundled robes to pull out his wand. He stiffened as he felt the unfamiliar wood. This wand was slightly longer than his and it was stiff. Malfoy's wand was 10 1/4 inches, made out of bendy willow wood, and had a unicorn tail hair. Now that he thought about it the robes felt rough, they were made out of the regular material not his special custom velvet and silk. Malfoy stared down at the robes in horror, he had taken Harry's robes. In his anger he had not paid attention to which he had grabbed.
Suddenly he smiled. This meant he'd have to talk to him tomorrow. He could take the wand back, but they'd have to set aside a special time to get their robes back. It would look way to awkward for them to be exchanging clothing in front of the school.
Malfoy in a much better mood lit the room's lamps, wrote in his Journal about the night's events, and finally fell asleep hugging the stolen robes to his body, all of his previous anger ebbed away.
Dear Journal,
Today seems like it's going to be a good day. This morning I woke up to the beautiful and yummy smell of chocolate mint. (A/N: good enough to eat::wink, wink: ) I wonder if Harry has some sort of cologne that he wears or if that's just his natural scent. Either way I love it. I just can't stop staring at his wand, it's been through so much with him. He's faced the Dark Lord with it four times. It's unimaginable how he has escaped again and again from him. I think it's a bit ironic how he teaches his Death Eaters the greatness of being pureblooded, how we are above everyone else because of it and yet he's a mudblood himself.
I mean if we're so superior then how is it that Granger can do anything. Her parents must be so proud, although I'd bet they'd be prouder if they knew what the wizarding world is really like. It must be fun being of mixed blood. Or at least 'disgraced' like Weasley. Not having to think about who's going to be the first person you murder or fear failure, because failure brings pain. God, I hate myself. At least I have my dreams.
And speaking of dreams I had a nice one with Harry in it in the few hours I actually slept. I didn't fall asleep till three and now I'm up at five thirty in the morning writing in here again. Well anyways it wasn't a wet one or anything. I woke up before it became too explicit. Thank goodness too, I don't feel like wanking off today. Maybe later after I see him, although he'll be wearing his robes. I was literally drooling when he took them off last night. I'm just glad I was able to get rid of it before he noticed.
Great now I'm getting all hard again just thinking about it. And his muscles, and how the clothing would look great on the floor by my bed . . . Guess I'll have to wank off anyways. -Draco
Harry grabbed the foreign wand and stuck it in his pocket. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione about last night yet and didn't quite know how to bring it up. He was however saved from telling his story by Ron who was complaining loudly about how hungry he was.
"Come on Hermione your hair's fine!"
"Alright I'm coming. And for your information I was just double checking that I had all my homework."
"A likely story" Ron snorted. Harry smiled at Ron's comment, it made no sense because she would actually do that.
"Too likely." He said and Hermione blushed as she came down the stairs. He smiled at her, he knew how much she disliked her hair.
They entered the Great Hall together and started to eat their breakfast. Harry was enjoying his cereal when he noticed Malfoy entering the Hall. He looked tired yet happy about something. 'Please don't tell he broke my wand. I'll kill him if he did.'
Harry watched as he snapped at Pansy who ran off to the Slytherin table looking confused. He headed straight for Harry who stood up.
"What's up with Malfoy mate?' Ron asked confused as he approached.
"Harry don't fight again, this time you'll lose more points!" Hermione hissed.
"Don't worry he's just here to-"
"Here." Malfoy pulled out Harry's wand from his robes, Harry did the same and they took their own wands at the same time. 'Yay! My baby's back!' Harry caressed his wand ever so slightly.
"Thank you." Harry said before returning to his seat. Malfoy just grunted and left to his house table.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked, while a shocked Ron tried to close his mouth. His jaw had dropped upon seeing them civil towards each other.
"Well at detention we prepared some of the ingredients that students can use for potions. I only had to grind newt livers, but Malfoy got stuck with disemboweling batfish. (Ron cackled in evil amusement) We ended up taking off our school robes to keep them from getting stained and we confused them." Harry tried to shrug it off as no big deal, but Hermione could tell there was more to the story.
"What else happened? You couldn't be that tired."
Harry sighed. "Well he kind of stormed off, so I'm guessing that's why he didn't notice that he had gotten my robes."
"But why did he storm off."
"I made him mad."
"How?"
"What is this, twenty questions?" Harry asked angrily. "If you must know he was actually being nice and I accused him of being up to something and he got real pissed. Now is there anything else you want to know?"
"Umm, yeah one thing. Can I read that after you?"
"What?" Harry asked taken by surprise. He followed Hermione's finger and saw a neatly folded piece of parchment that was a light shade of blue sitting innocently in his eggs.
A penny for your thoughts.