Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter and if I did Draco and Harry would be together and Sirius would not be dead tear.
Story talk/Authoress Ramble: Onto chapter 2. It's like midnight so my brain isn't working to well. I'd give a very me-like ramble about this chapter but I'm half asleep. Solely because I'm a slash addict and I had to read some new chapters. There should be a group or something, like AA. Only it'd be SA or something. Hi my name is Sue and I am addicted to slash. (My name isn't really Sue, but that's okay) Here's chapter 2.
Chapter Two
Detention
"I am so tired of you two fighting all the time. Since the day you both arrived here I've constantly been having to break up fights, between the two of you. Six years of fighting" McGonagall scolded, after pulling the two aside, and shooing away any stragglers.
"But a whole week, Professor, what about Quidditch?" Harry asked knowing how much she loved having the cup in her office.
"I guess you'd better get over your problems quickly then. I can go a year without it being in my office. However, I don't know if I'll make it through another year of your constant fighting. Better yet, I don't know if you two will make if through another year, seeing as my patience is continually getting smaller. And the urge to hex you both to oblivion, keeps growing stronger." Harry could see that his head of house was losing her composure and decided to stay quiet.
Malfoy couldn't keep his mouth shut though, "Just wait til Snape hears about this." He mumbled.
"Snape won't save you now, for I am not the only one, whose nerves you are wearing. Professor Dumbledore, would be one of those other people. He has already agreed with this punishment, and will insure that Professor Snape does not intervene." At this Draco groaned, only for the professor to glower at him and then continue.
"I want you both in my classroom at, exactly six o'clock. There you will both write a report on yourself, which the other will eventually read. You will get more details on the matter tonight." Both boys stayed silent, the last thing they wanted was, one more night in which they would have to get to know one another. "By the end of this week, you will know each other better than your friends know you."
At this Draco thought. That wouldn't take much considering my friends don't know anymore about me than what they see. Although the blonde spent most of his time pretending like he didn't have feelings to hurt, he really wanted somebody to confide in. He needed acceptance and that was something he would never want, and would never get, from Harry.
"Even better than you know yourselves. Do I make myself clear boys?" Neither answered, instead they both glowered at the fuming teacher. "Wonderful, now that I see you two are going to be nearly insufferable, you can start by giving each other a hug. Now!" She demanded, when neither boy moved.
Reluctantly they both stepped into a hug. Harry twitched, fighting back the urge to hit Malfoy in his face. Draco was much more in control, however. He forced himself to appear indifferent, while the whole time plotting numerous ways to kill both Harry and McGonagall.
Being Draco, he had to get the last word. The blonde held the raven-haired boy longer than necessary. Harry was about to protest when he felt Malfoys' hand slip into the pocket of his cloak.
"You'll be needing that." Draco whispered in his ear before harshly pushing Harry away.
"Gods Potter, I know I'm irresistible, but can't you control yourself?" He said once the grey-haired professor walked away.
"Malfoy, you'd be lucky if I touched you with a ten-foot pole." Realizing that he had just held the boy in his arms, he added. "Willingly" With that he ran off after Ron and Hermione, ignoring the retorts that were being yelled at his back.
When he caught up with his two best friends, he found them arguing.
" You know that Harry attacked Malfoy first."
"No, he didn't." Hermione made to protest, but Ron cut her off before she could.
"Malfoy attacked Harry verbally, if McGonagall assumed that I meant with a wand it is not my fault."
"That's still lying, just not so directly."
"Either way, Malfoy didn't get away it. And I didn't lie, merely took advantage of common sense."
"You would probably make a pretty decent lawyer." Hermione said looking at Ron admiringly, taking his hand into hers.
"A what?" He asked, completely confused.
"Never mind. So, Harry, what did McGonagall say?" Harry had been hanging back a little, hoping that Ron and Hermione would not ask that question.
"Not only a week of detention, but a week of detention with Malfoy. It's bad enough that I have to deal with him during potions and DADA., now I have to put up with him every night for a week as well."
"Come on Harry, it won't be for that long, McGonagall wouldn't do that to you."
"Yes she would. When she pulled Malfoy and me to the side, she basically said that she was sick of us always causing commotion and she would end it even if it cost us the quidditch cup. Which probably means I won't be seeing much practice."
"Now that I definitely don't believe, McGonagall wouldn't give that trophy up for anything." Ron chimed in.
"Well obviously she would." At that Harry walked off.
- -
He entered his room to find it empty, thankfully. He was making his way, over to his bed, when he caught a glimpse of himself in Dean's mirror. Only then, did he remember the spots. He noticed that people had been staring at him, but that was normal for him. Considering who he was.
The sulking Gryffindor poked at his spots which seemed to be multiplying. Snape had told him that only time would get rid of them and by morning he would be spot free. He didn't seem too happy about that. At the time Harry just believed him and accepted the fact that he would be covered in spots for a day. Snape never said what morning and for all I know it could be thirty years from now. Or maybe they'll be gone in the morning, only because my skin will fall off or something. At this thought he darted out of his dorm and raced down the stairs. There he literally bumped into Ron, causing them to both fall down.
"Hey mate," Ron said, giving Harry a confused look. "I was just coming to get you. Why the rush?"
"I have to go see Pomfrey." Harry yelled over his shoulder. He was out the portrait hole before Ron could even ask why.
Harry ran all the way to the ward, only stopping after he had run into someone, that was standing in the doorway of the hospital wing. Harry looked up from his sitting position, in the middle of the doorway, about to apologize, when he saw the person he'd hit.
"Did your mother not teach you to look where your going, Potter? Oh yes, I forgot, she couldn't, could she?" Draco Malfoy stood in front of Harry, hands on his hips.
"I don't have time to put up with you right now." He said as he walked off. He found Madame Pomfrey giving a dark green substance, to a pale Ravenclaw. She turned to see a panting Harry, now red as well a spotted.
"Oh my, come sit." The nurse commanded. "Now what happened?" She examined the spots, that had now grown larger so that they started to grow together, creating even larger spots.
"Well" Harry started, having the grace to look embarrassed. " I mixed my ingredients wrong in potions, and my potion exploded all over me. When I wiped it off, I found that I was covered in spots."
"Classes ended an hour ago, why didn't you come to me right away?" As she spoke, she was mixing ingredients into a small cup.
"Sna . . . I mean, Professor Snape told me that only time would get rid of them and they would be gone in the morning."
"Of course they wouldn't be there, your whole face would be red. Although I guess it wouldn't really matter considering you would be unconscious. And yes only time would get rid of them, but that time would last for, about 3 weeks, during which you would be asleep." At this Harry heard, a certain blonde slytherin, sniggering in the corner.
"Mr. Malfoy, I fixed your broken finger nail, so you can leave now." Harry smiled, mockingly. Then receiving a threatening glare, from Malfoy.
"Okay, drink this and then lie down. This could cause you to fall asleep, standing up, if we're too late. I want you to stay in here for tonight. You may return to your classes in the morning, once I have made sure everything is fine."
"I was supposed to have detention with Malfoy." Harry said. He could already feel his eyes growing heavy.
"I know I will talk to Professor McGonagall later. Sleep now." The last was not needed, Harry had fallen asleep before she finished.
- -
When Harry woke, it was dark outside. He lifted his wrist to check the time, when someone next to him spoke.
"'Bout time you woke up, maybe I can leave now." Harry looked over to see Draco. He was sitting in a wooden chair, tipping it back on the back two legs. One arm was hanging over the backrest and his foot, which was helping him keep the chair balanced, was on the edge of Harrys' bed. He had taken off his outer robes and was now wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks, with his loosened, slytherin colored, tie hanging around his neck. "Did you know you snore?"
Harry then rolled his eyes and pushed the blondes' foot upward, sending him crashing to the hard tile floor. The startled look Malfoy made, sent his spotted peer into a side-splitting laughter. Malfoy sat up, grabbed the mattress, and tipped it, so that the raven-haired boy spilled onto the floor. Much to his surprise the laughter did not halt. The Slytherin then pushed the mattress onto his, still laughing, peer. He then sat back in his chair and waited for the Gryffindor's laughter to cease.
Finally Harry stopped laughing. He straightened up his bed then laid back down, only then risking a glance at Malfoy. Thankfully he did not start laughing again. He didn't think Malfoy would be so kind the second time around.
"So why are you here? Worried about me?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Ha! No. I think those spots have gone to your head. We have detention remember. McGonagall said I was to take care of you while you were asleep."
"What!" Harry exclaimed. "What did you do to me?"
"Nothing, she took my wand away and cast a spell on all the medicines, so I couldn't poison you. It's a shame really, this could have been fun."
Harry suddenly felt the need to hold his wand. To him it was a kind of comfort object. Draco saw Harry reaching for his pocket.
"Don't bother; She took yours too. Okay I guess I should do this before you pass out again." Malfoy pulled out a piece of parchment, and handed it to Harry, who unrolled it. There appeared to be three separate pieces. "That is my paper on me."
Should have figured. Leave it to Malfoy to write that much on himself. Harry thought.
"You're supposed to read it, then write your own, to give to me during tomorrow's detention. McGonagall said she put a spell on it so that I couldn't lie, but I wrote 'my name is asparagus' and it didn't change."
At that comment Harry raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Asparagus?"
"I just ate dinner. Anyway, there is also a charm so that we are the only two that can read it. But if that works as well as her anti-lying charm, then you'll be able to show it to anyone. Although it doesn't really matter, considering people will think it's written by a vegetable." At that the blonde thought he heard his peer mutter something along the lines of, 'they'd be right'. Seeing as the nurse had reentered the room, Draco let it go and continued. "She also said, she'd give us more details regarding this week, tomorrow."
Harry glanced over the parchment, only taking the time to notice that there were letters on it, then rolled it back up and put it on the small stand, next to his bed. "I'll read it later." He then turned his back to Malfoy, and made to go back to sleep, when McGonagall walked in.
"Good you're awake. Are you already tired again?" She asked.
"No, but it beats talking to him."
"I think a nice story would put you to sleep.'
"You read your students bed time stories?" Draco laughed.
"No, of course not, but now you do."
"What!" The two boys exclaimed in unison. Malfoy sounding appalled, Harry nearly laughing.
"You heard me, Mr. Malfoy. I want you to tell Mr. Potter a bedtime story, to help him sleep. And Harry, I suggest you stop laughing, because you may end up doing the same thing one day."
"That, I doubt." Harry answered.
"I would not be so sure. Anyway, Mr. Malfoy, I want the story to be a pleasant one, with a happy ending. I will know if it is not. And you will get another week of detention if the story is not told at all. I suggest you get started." At that the greying professor walked out the door.
"I am not telling you a bedtime story." Malfoy said once the door closed.
"And I'm not spending another whole week with you, so start telling."
Draco huffed and then started to tell his story. It was about a beetle who got stuck in a puddle and was rescued by a spider.
". . . and the beetle never went near the puddle again. The end." He finished in the same monotone voice he had held throughout the story.
"No, 'And they lived happily ever after.'?" Harry asked between yawns.
"There's no such thing as happily ever after, now go to sleep." Draco answered sharply.
"Good-night Malfoy." Harry said then he fell asleep.
"Yeah, Good-night." Draco whispered. He turned off the lamp, that was sitting next to his report, and found a bed of his own.
All done. I think the hug thing was kinda weird, but one Harry had to get the "flag" back, two, that friend I'd showed it to didn't suggest to take it out and three, they are touching. Anyway, please review. Hoped you enjoyed it and I promise there will be snogging by chapter 7 maybe before.
