"Fuck you, Draco," Harry muttered with a glower in the blonde's direction.
"Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Draco said in surprise, moving from his position against the wall to hover over Harry's form.
"What? I didn't call you anything," Harry answered, but he was panicking internally.
Draco pulled out a cigarette.
"Uh, do you mind? That's disgusting," Harry said as the blonde was about to light up.
Something indescribable flashed through Draco's expression, and for some reason, he put the cigarette back in its box.
Harry stood up, dusting off his jeans.
"That was the last one," he murmured. "Let's get out of here."
Draco didn't know whether he was relieved the detention was over, or disappointed that nothing had happened between himself and Harry.
"Dammit!" Harry cursed loudly, twisting the doorknob, pounding on the door, then turning around to look at Draco. "Snape's magically locked us in."
"What?" Draco said, pulling out his wand. "Alohamora."
Nothing.
"Why the hell would he do that!" Harry asked, kicking the door (then regretting it.)
"He probably wants us to 'work through our problems'," Draco scoffed.
"Haha, yeah, like on Oprah," Harry laughed.
Draco stopped laughing, confused.
"Oprah? What's an Oprah?" he asked.
"Ah...nothing," Harry answered. He sat down against the wall with his knees bent against his chest.
"I guess we might as well get comfortable," he said. "It looks like we'll be here awhile."
Draco nodded and sat down on the floor, several feet away from Harry.
"What should we do to pass the time?" Draco asked, glancing at the object of his affection.
"Hmm..." Harry loosened his Gryffindor tie. "Got any cards?"
Draco shook his head.
"Damn."
Both boys started searching the room for something to do.
"I found a book," Harry said, waving Draco over. "It's in some sort of native language, though...I can't read it."
"Let me see," the blonde said, grabbing the text away before Harry could hand it to him.
Draco studied it for a moment before saying, "Ahhh. Ohhhh. I seeeee."
"What?"
"I have no idea what language it is."
"Oh, fuck you," Harry said, whacking him with the book.
Both boys returned to their opposite corners, and a dead silence fell between them.
"Truth or dare?"
"What?"
"Truth or dare?" Harry repeated.
"Oh...uh...dare," Draco answered, sure he'd regret his decision.
"See that statue over there? The gargoyle?" Harry said mischieviously.
"Yes."
Harry pulled out a black, permanent marker from his cloak pocket.
"Draw on it."
Draco smirked, grabbing the marker from Harry. No big deal.
"And," the raven beauty said, continuing the dare, "it has to include a drawing of a penis."
Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, very mature, Potter."
Nonetheless, the blonde began to draw--little doodles, nothing in particular--ending with the crude
drawing of the reproductive organ he himself had attached to him.
"Okay, done. Your turn," Draco said slyly.
Harry thought for a moment before saying, "Truth."
Draco sat down, thinking of a question to ask. He smirked when he'd thought of a good one.
"Tell me, is the famous Boy Who Lived the sex God everyone says he is?" the blonde asked, leaning back against the wall, but keeping his grey eyes upon the now-blushing Harry.
"Um...no," the raven beauty said softly.
Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? So how many times have you done it?" he asked curiously.
Harry didn't answer.
"Sorry, but I believe you can only ask one question!" he said. "Your turn, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco sighed and mimicked Harry's last choice: "Truth."
Harry sat thoughtfully, thinking hard about the question he would ask. Then it hit him.
"Why do you hate me?" he asked hesitantly.
Draco didn't know how to answer. There were only two words he could think of saying at that precise moment:
"I don't."
Silence hung between them for several moments.
"You obviously don't like me," Harry muttered, clutching his knees close.
"Well...I'm a stupid person," Draco said. "I can't show people I like them. I don't make friends well."
"Ha! You've got that right," Harry sniggered. "What, do you have any friends, Malfoy? Any? Or do you just lay awake at night, all alone, so desperate, thinking about all the girlfriends you could have had, that you start to feel yourself up?"
Draco flushed with anger.
"Shut up, Potter," he said warningly.
"Ohhh, what? Do you masturbate at night? Do you?"
"I said, shut UP, Potter!"
Draco shoved Harry against the wall, his fist colliding with his jaw. Harry groaned slightly before knocking Draco back, landing on top of him on the floor.
"You little--"
"--such a bastard--"
Limbs were flailing everywhere, getting tangled up in each other, rather ugly names were yelled into an echoing room, until Harry realised he was quite turned on by the closeness of their bodies.
Draco had dragged Harry up by the collar and pressed him up against the wall.
Both boys were panting, slightly sweaty, and still trying to hit each other when the unthinkable happened.
Draco pressed his lips against Harry's in one unforgettable motion.
Their lips crushed together, Harry's hands running through Draco's soft hair.
There was the murmur of Snape's voice approaching, and they quickly pulled apart.
"Well?"
Harry cleared his throat, glancing at the floor.
"I see you two didn't manage to keep off of each other," Snape said. "I guess that means another detention. Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. Don't be tardy."
Suddenly, as Harry walked out the door, he couldn't wait to serve detention with Draco Malfoy.