Yes, you hate me. I know. I'm sorry! I'm just so freaking lazy and now the stupid state tests are coming up next week and like, woah! Okay, but listen, I'm going to know if I've gotten accepted to my schools in one week, so that's definitely got me psyched up! YAY! And today is a much needed snow day, so I'm taking this as an opportunity to finally update.

I know you guys must be getting frustrated with my updates but please don't stop reviewing. Please. I'm just…in a hectic stage right now, but like, the workload from school is going to be a lot less after the state test this coming week. My teachers all promised to give a lot less work. So, hopefully I'll start updating every week like I'm always trying to make myself do. Please don't forget to review!

Okay, now onto the awaited chapter!

Oh, BTW, VERY IMPORTANT! Okay, the detention is going to start out totally platonic and you're probably going to get upset and decide to just forget the story, but DON'T WORRY! It only starts that way to throw Harry off guard. Trust me, the detention will most definitely not end at all platonically.

I dedicate this, and every other chapter to one very special Miss Gabriella Potter-Malfoy!

Chapter: 5

The Detention

Harry slowly lifted his hand onto the doorknob and painstakingly commenced to open the door which could very well be the death of him. Harry quickly shook his head before pushing the door open. He had to stop being so bloody melodramatic.

For all the worries Harry had accumulated over the weekend, he only received a friendly smile from Draco and a quick, "Hello, Harry. Come sit."

Harry walked over to the wooden chair that had been propped up next to Draco's own rolling chair at his desk, and sat down with a frown.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Draco asked with a concerned look on his face.

Harry stayed silent for a moment. Was there honestly anything wrong? This was exactly what he'd wanted. He'd wanted Draco to act professionally toward him, and now he was.

So why did he feel so put out?

Had he actually wished for Draco to think of him as desirable? Had he really wanted Draco's attention and affection? Did he now, secretly wish that Draco would lean over at this very moment and kiss the breath out of him?

Quickly shaking his head clear of all these thoughts and earning a confused look from Draco, he put on a fake smile and answered, "No, nothing's wrong."

"All right, if you say so, Harry." Draco replied, growing a smile of his own.

"So, guess what I have planned for you to do for me on this lovely Monday afternoon?" Draco asked, clapping a hand onto Harry's shoulder as Ron had done many times before.

It was such a platonic action, but it sent inward shivers down Harry's spine. It was overwhelming, how he suddenly felt the urgent need for Draco's affection and overly friendly actions. He felt himself leaning into Draco's touch, just ever so slightly. If Draco noticed, he didn't show it, and for that, Harry was very grateful.

Harry simply looked up into Draco's eyes with a weak smile, not trusting his voice at that particular moment.

"You're going to help me grade some tests!" Draco said in the perkiest voice Harry had ever heard him use. Suddenly, Draco grimaced and added with a sad shake of his head, "Lord, no matter how happy I try to sound when I say it, it still seems just as boring in the end."

Harry forgot his infatuation with Draco's touch for just a moment and let out a small laugh. Draco really didn't seem like a teacher at all.

And besides, Harry added to himself. He's almost my age.

The last thought made him begin to wonder about all the possibilities if Harry were only two years older.

"Yoohoo, Earth to Harry." Draco called, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. "I knew this was going to be a bit boring, but honestly!"

Harry put on a lopsided smile and murmured a quiet, "Sorry."

"Oh, no need. Don't worry about it. Anyway, these are just some papers I gave to my third period class. I swear, that class is filled with the smartest people I've ever seen; they could definitely compete with Hermione. So, they all claimed that they had gone out and bought the book for themselves and read the entire thing that very same day I had told them about it. They then proceeded to demand that I give them a test on the novel in order to allow them the opportunity to raise their grades even higher than they already are." Shaking his head in what Harry could only interpret as slight disbelief, Draco looked over at Harry with a shrug and gave him a face that said, 'Oh well, what can you do?'

"I bet Hermione would have loved to take a test, too." Harry said, nodding to his own statement.

"I'm sure she would have. Well, maybe I'll give her the test separately as extra credit, although I don't see why she would need it. But anyway, Harry, the answer sheet is right there," Draco indicated, pointing over to a green-colored sheet of paper to his right, "and the test sheets are right here." At this, Draco lifted the sheets of papers he held in his hands. "Now, for the multiple choice, you'll be easily able to determine which answers are correct and which aren't. As for the open-ended questions, just read my answer and mark it correct just as long as you can tell that their answers tell, more or less, the same thing that mine does. I'm not marking this as a major test or anything, so if you're not sure, just give them the benefit of the doubt and mark it correct."

Harry nodded in understanding and accepted the test papers as Draco handed them to him.

"Now, some of them are already graded," Draco continued, "So just put them to the side. That's less work for you. As for me, I'm actually just going to be working on tomorrow's lesson plan. Are you all settled, then? You know everything that you have to do." Draco said the last sentence as more of a question than a statement.

"Mm-hmm. Yes."

"Fantastic! Let's get to work, then."

The next few minutes went on silently while Harry struggled to keep his mind on grading the papers and not on Draco. He refused to even talk to Draco, for fear of embarrassing himself in front of his teacher who sat only mere inches away from him.

Harry just couldn't understand himself. He wanted Draco to stop acting so seductively toward him so that he could stop having such weird feelings toward Draco. Now, however, Draco had finally done as he'd wanted, and Harry felt himself wanting Draco more than ever!

Harry could remember the first day they'd met, when he'd gotten his first good look into Draco's eyes….those beautiful grey eyes. Harry nearly let out a sigh before he quickly caught himself and shook his head- he'd been doing that a lot, lately.

Harry's brows furrowed as he resisted the urge to look over at Draco and just grade these damn papers that refused to bloody end! The people who took these tests had the most annoying never-ending responses to each and everyone single one of the open-ended questions on the test.

No wonder Draco decided to have me help him grade these. I would have just burned them and given everyone an A to get it bloody over with! Harry thought to himself.

"Harry," Draco called suddenly.

"Yes?" The raven-haired teen asked, taking this as an opportunity to look into Draco's eyes, reasoning that he wasn't staring at Draco. He was simply being polite by looking at the blond teacher while he was being spoken to.

"I meant to apologize to you for my sudden outburst in class today. I think that perhaps that's why you've been behaving differently toward me this afternoon; more distant. I honestly didn't mean to lash out so furiously."

Harry felt a sudden pang of guilt as he heard Draco's apology.

I was so busy worrying about my own stupid teenage hormones that I made Draco feel bad. And for what? For defending me against that snotty Parkinson? God, I am such an idiot. Harry thought to himself, quickly looking down at the test papers and away from Draco's grey eyes; this time willingly.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize for that." Harry mumbled quietly. "It's fine."

Draco let out a heavy sigh, apparently unsatisfied with Harry's response.

Feeling as though he should further explain himself, Draco continued. "You know, it's just that, as a teacher, I work very hard to get all my students to strive for their full potential, but some students, inevitably, decide not to work at all. Pansy, as you must know, is one of those students, and I am fine with that, as it will only ruin things for her. However, when she tries to bring down a student as brilliant and talented as yourself as well, Harry, I just get extremely upset. Why should she make you feel bad for working hard simply because she's too lazy to do the work herself?"

"I understand, Draco. I know why you got angry, and I should actually thank you for defending me. I'm not upset about that at all." Harry looked up into Draco's eyes and, seeing that the blond didn't believe him entirely, quickly added, "Honest."

"Then why have you been behaving so…awkward around me, Harry? It's as though you afraid to be near me."

I am…but it's because of something entirely different. Harry thought to himself with a nervous gulp.

"It's nothing. I just…I…" Harry began, already stumbling over his words.

"What is it?" Draco asked, getting more curious by the second. He leaned in closer to Harry, so that their faces were mere inches apart. "You can tell me, Harry."

Harry was promptly forgetting how to breathe. Every single one of Draco's features was absolutely perfect. His nose was perfectly straight with the slightest of curves just at the very end. His skin, a flawless sheet of creamy silk. Harry could smell Draco's heavenly scent of … water. Draco smelled like a divine waterfall; like the morning dew; like water cascading out from a showerhead; like water in its purest form.

Breathing in, Harry became intoxicated by this diving and entirely unique scent. No one had ever smelled so wonderfully blissful.

The teen's eyes quickly began to flutter closed, and Harry felt himself, as if in slow motion, leaning forward.

Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind, Harry could vaguely hear sirens going off in his head, warning him that this was wrong. Hesitantly, Harry stopped his journey forward and pulled back just ever so slightly, and looked into Draco's eyes in question.

Harry was soon answered as Draco leaned forward the rest of the way and delicately placed his lips onto Harry's.

Harry leaned into the kiss further, wanting more. He could feel Draco's tender lips part as his tongue lightly caressed Harry's lips, coaxing the willing teen to allow the blonde's slick tongue entrance.

Harry could feel his mind clouding, as the kiss deepened. He couldn't think; he couldn't concentrate; he couldn't make sense of what was happening. All he could do was feel himself drown in a pool of pure ecstasy.

As Draco cupped Harry's cheek with his hand, to pull Harry's face closer, the boy's eyes abruptly snapped open and the sirens from before came back, blasting in his head.

Harry pulled back with a gasp and opened his mouth to say something…anything! But nothing came out. He just stared at Draco, scared and at a loss of what to do.

"Harry….I….perhaps you should…perhaps you should go. I think you've served your full 'detention'."

Nodding emphatically, Harry stood up and quickly rushed out the door.

DHDHDH

Draco sat at his desk, deep in thought.

He had obviously gone too far. He had to learn how to better control himself.

Harry had just looked so adorably vulnerable, Draco couldn't help but lean in to taste those perfectly succulent lips. But he had deepened the kiss far too much. Harry was most definitely more than a little frightened.

Draco's grey eyes clouded with confusion.

It had appeared to him that Harry had wanted the kiss just as much as Draco. He could tell that the brunette was undeniably attracted to him. But why, then, had he pulled back with so much fear?

Draco buried his face into his hands in frustration and then pulled his hands up, combing through his hair, only to come back around and allow him to rest his chin on both palms.

He didn't know what his next move should be. He knew he was playing with fire. His actions were very dangerous, and most definitely risky. But his ever-growing desire for the emerald-eyed teen was far too strong to ignore.

He would continue to pursue Harry.

He would just have to make sure to be more careful about it next time.

DHDHDH

Gasping furiously, Harry threw himself into his bed.

He had run all the way home, too panicked to think. His legs had quickly carried him home, setting an all new record, in his opinion.

Face thoroughly smothered by his pillow, Harry breathed in heavily and began to think.

What had just happened? Had he really just kissed his own teacher? His own male teacher?

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Not only have I just committed a federal crime by kissing my literature teacher, but I'm also bloody gay?

Desperately needing more oxygen, Harry pulled his face away from his pillow and tried to calm himself down before he began to seriously hyperventilate.

How can I just suddenly turn gay at the age of sixteen? It's not possible! It just isn't! I'm not gay. I can't be! I've been friends with Ron for years and I never, ever felt any attraction towards him. So there you go. I'm not gay!

Harry stopped for a second and retraced his thoughts to go over what he had just thought.

That is great! This is just bloody great! Now I'm being a stereo-type, assuming that if I don't like every single guy I see, I'm automatically not gay. But wait. What point am I actually trying to make, here? Am I bloody gay or not?

Harry involuntarily let out a desperate whimper before glaring at his bedroom wall and muttering aloud to himself, "I am not gay."

DHDHDH

"I'm going to ask Luna out."

"WHAT!"

"Oh, Harry, I'm so happy for you!"

Harry had announced his decision the next morning, as the three met up in front of the school.

After much thought and consideration the night before, Harry had decided that the only way to prove he was straight and stay away from Draco was to get a girlfriend. He had thought about just who to ask out, when Luna's name just suddenly popped into his head.

She wasn't by any means, an ugly girl. She was slim, had nice, straight blonde hair, and had an… interesting personality. Most importantly, though, she liked Harry.

This would make it much easier to ensure that he did not embarrass himself further than he already had in the past few day. Harry was in no mood to be turned down for a date.

"Why, Harry? WHY! Why are you going to do this to yourself?" Ron asked, desperate to cure his best friend of his temporary insanity.

"Oh hush up, Ron! Harry, I think it's a marvelous idea! I always knew you were going to make a girl very happy some day." Hermione said, beaming happily.

"Gah," Harry looked over to Ron who was, apparently, trying to gag himself with his right index finger.

Harry rolled his eyes with a slight smile. "Ron, calm down. I just think that it's about time I started looking for a girlfriend, you know? I'm sixteen and I think it's only right that I allow myself this privilege."

"Privilege? You think dating Luna Lovegood is a privilege! Harry, you must be out of your mind! It's a bloody punishment! It's a- ow!"

"Hermione, quit smacking him over the head." Ron grinned broadly at hearing Harry defend him. "After all, we can't afford to have him get dumber than he already is." Ron's grin quickly disappeared as his friends' laughter filled his ears.

"Hey, that's mean, Harry! You're supposed to defend me!" Ron exclaimed with a pout.

"Alright, alright. Hermione, please hold back on your impulse to smack Ron over the head every time he says something stupid."

"I'll try."

"Thank you." Ron said, satisfied.

Harry chuckled and the two boys separated from Hermione as they headed to their lockers, which were closer together.

"Listen, Harry. I've been trying to do something nice for Hermione like you said, but I can never find the right time or anything. I have no idea what I should do. I want to make her happy, and I really, really want to get her to stop smacking me over the head."

"Well-" Harry stopped suddenly, as he saw Luna walking a bit ahead of him. "Listen, Ron. I'll get back to you later, alright. Then, I promise to help you with Hermione, alright."

"Sure think mate. See you."

"See you."

DHDHDH

"Luna!" Harry called out as he caught up to her and soon fell into step with her.

"Yes, Harry?" Luna asked, a dreamy, slightly lost look in her eyes.

"Er…well, I was wondering. Would you…would you like to go out with me?" Although Harry was sure she'd say yes, he was still a bit nervous.

Luna, however, stopped walking and smiled vibrantly. She answered in a distant, yet excited voice, "Of course!"

"Great, well…I'll see you around, then."

Harry walked away, feeling as though he'd forgotten something. And as he turned the corner he slapped his palm against his forehead.

I forgot to actually schedule our bloody date!

AN: YAY! I updated! Now, Luna and Harry…yikes! I totally don't like that, but, unfortunately, it's a necessity to this story. Also, I've never written an actual kissing scene or anything of the sort on my own. I've always had a beta to help me. So, since this was my first time, please don't hate me too much for sucking at it. I plan to have many more kissing scenes and such later on in the story, so any comments or helpful advice would be greatly appreciated. It is 3:30 am and I am so very, very tired. I wanted to go to sleep earlier but I said, "No, I am going to finish this chapter, and I am not going to stop until I finish!" I just had to update for you guys! So please, please, review, review, review!

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