Title: Playing with Emotions
Rating: M
Warnings: M/M Pairing/Slash
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters do not belong to me but to J.K. Rowling and co.
Chapter 1
Harry walked through the doors into Hogwarts. He was drenched from the rain that was still pouring outside, but it did not seem to bother him. Instead, he continued on his way up towards what appeared to be the Gryffindor common rooms, wand poking out from his pocket under his robes.
"Oi, Potter," he heard a voice say and he immediately saw the sneer that belonged to it. He sighed and turned around, his movements lagging and not feeling in the mood for a comeback.
"Been out on the grounds, I see," Draco said with a sneer as his eyes traveled over Harry and the drenched clothing that hung to him like a second skin.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry said, a scowl now on his face.
"Well, seeing as you're up and about after hours, I think that deserves a detention. After all, I can't exactly ignore my prefect duties, now can I?" Draco answered with a smug look on his face.
"Whatever, Malfoy, do whatever you want to do," Harry said, turning around and beginning to head up the stairs again.
"Don't turn your back on me, Potter," Harry heard Draco say behind him and immediately the sound of footsteps could be heard. Harry groaned as a hand shot out from before him, stopping him in his tracks.
"I don't have time for this," Harry said tiredly, eyebrows furrowing and staring straight at Draco who was now blocking his way. "Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Back talking now, Potter. I think that's going to earn you another detention," Draco said, ignoring the mumbling that Harry was doing under his breath. He stared at the boy and decided that he was, in fact, enjoying the night. After all, it was not every night that Hogwarts' Savior was caught out of bed at ungodly hours of the night, and Draco was beginning to get quite amused with the look on Harry's face.
Draco was about to open his mouth again when he suddenly found himself gasping for breath and groaning at the impact of cold, hard stone against his back. He looked up only to find Harry's bright, green eyes staring down at him. An arm was pushing his chest against the wall and a wand was being pushed against his neck. Draco looked at the menacing wand before staring back at Harry, who was looking at him with an intensity that sent shivers down Draco's back.
"I said leave me alone, you bloody prick. I'm too tired right now to fight back. All I want is sleep. For all I care, you can give me a hundred detentions, but right now… get… the fuck… away," Harry said through gritted teeth before shoving Draco aside and turning around, back on his way to his bed.
Draco stood up, dusting himself off and straightening out his robes before running a hand through his hair. He looked on with cold fury as Harry turned the corner and disappeared from sight. 'No one corners Draco Malfoy,' he thought as he made his way briskly back to his own common rooms. He entered, annoyed, and found no one up and awake. He changed into pajamas and lay down, though he didn't fall asleep immediately. One arm was draped across his forehead as he stared up at the ceiling, the curtains drawn on his bed. He could hear Crabbe and Goyle's snores and Blaise's even breathing. They were all fast asleep and he was wide-awake, the anger he felt towards Harry not in any way leaving. He glared at his own hangings, mumbling things against Harry and debating on what would be the best action to take.
Harry had gotten to his common room and without a second thought about what he had just done and the detentions he had just earned, he discarded his wet clothing, put on warm pajamas to calm his shivering body, and went straight to sleep.
0
Draco sat between Crabbe and Goyle, Blaise and Pansy right in front of him. He was facing towards the rest of the schools and was looking over the other tables. He let his eyes roam over the Gryffindor table and found that Harry was not there yet. "Lazy git," he mumbled before going back to eating, his eyes open for any sight of the boy. He wanted to tell Harry what lay in store already, wanted to see the expression that would overtake him once Draco told him. The only problem was Harry wasn't there yet and breakfast was soon going to be over. He noticed Hermione and Ron weren't at the table either and began wondering what had happened, feeling irksome that something had ruined his chance of getting to Potter.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Blaise suddenly, snapping Draco out of his thoughts. Draco turned to Blaise, a small scowl on his face at having been so suddenly interrupted from his thoughts.
"Nothing," huffed Draco, looking back over to the entrance doors, "it's just, Potter and his bloody gang aren't here yet and breakfast is almost over."
"Didn't know you cared," Blaise said, raising an eyebrow in confusion and Draco looked at him before he realized how that must have sounded.
"No, you bloody idiot, it's just…I had something planned that I was sure was going to quirk Potter up a bit, but without Potter here, it's not exactly going to work, now is it? I could care less about what happened to Potter," Draco said, making a disgusted face at the idea of him caring at all for the well-being of Harry and making his point.
"Oh," Blaise said. "Can I ask you another question?"
"What is it?" Draco asked annoyed.
"Why do you get off so much on getting Potter annoyed? I mean, sure, there's rivalry between the houses and everything, but you and Potter both take it to the next level," Blaise said, looking nonchalantly at his plate of food before turning back to Draco, waiting for an answer.
"What kind of question is that? He's a bloody saint, that's why. I don't get why so many people fucking praise that bastard. They're the ones who take it out of hand, not me. I'm keeping some realism and I'm just returning the animosity that's expressed towards me," Draco said rather loudly, turning the heads of those few that were still there to look at them in curiosity. "Come on, let's go," Draco snarled, getting up and heading towards their first class. Pansy stood up and followed him out, standing close beside him while Blaise stood a bit further off, shaking his head in amusement at Draco. Crabbe and Goyle looked down at their food and, with regret, stood up and followed, promising themselves a feast in the kitchens later on that day.
All five made their way towards Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, much to Draco's disgust. He had been utterly devastated that they had given him that class, but he hadn't been able to change it. And worst of all was that he shared that class with Gryffindors.
"Bloody Gryffindors," he muttered as he made his way onto the grounds and towards the crowd of people already gathered there. He shook Pansy away, not feeling at all in the mood for her clinginess and leaned on one of the nearby trees. He surveyed the class and saw that Harry, once again, was not present. He muttered in disgust and fury when Hagrid suddenly appeared, a rattling box in his hand.
Draco narrowed his eyes with suspicion as he saw the half-giant make his way over to them, a smile on his face and his eyes surveying the class. Draco scoffed as he saw the oaf's worried look as he placed the box down and called Neville over to him, obviously asking about the trio that wasn't already there.
Neville was about to answer when Hermione and Ron became visible, panting at the run they had to take and both speaking unintelligibly.
"Sorry we're late…Hagrid," Hermione said, taking in air.
"Yeah... ran into… a bit of trouble," Ron said before placing both book bags he had been carrying down and falling to the floor. "Bloody hell, Hermione, what do you carry in there," he said, rubbing his shoulder once he had gotten his breath back.
"Books," Hermione answered, giving him a mock-glare.
"And where's Harry?" Hagrid said, "Don't tell me he's going to miss today, of all days?"
Hermione slowly nodded and Ron stood up. "It seems he was out… late last night and well… caught a bit of a nasty cold. According to Madame Pomfrey, nothing that can't be cured. She gave him a tonic and told him to rest for the day if he wanted to get better, and he well…"
"He very willingly agreed," Ron said as Hermione cast him another glare.
"He did tell us to say he was sorry though, that he had to miss your class," Hermione added and Hagrid just shook his head, a little sadly.
"Well, he'll get to see them next time as well. At least you two are here. Now class, gather around, I have enough of these for everyone," Hagrid said, going back to the box.
"Now, you have to be very careful with these. They usually choose the owner they want and… well, sometimes fights break out over who wants whom. You're not going to get to keep them, but we will be studying them for the next few weeks to learn about their feeding patterns and intricate ways. They usually pick a person who's very similar to them, or whom they see has a very similar aura to theirs. Sometimes, they can't exactly find that person, though, and pick the one closest to their own, which is how fights can begin. Now, you lot, come over here, and you spread out. We want to have some room so they don't all bunch up and create chaos. They can be… nasty when they want to, but it's nothing anyone has to worry about.
"Ready?" Hagrid said and before he got any answers, he had opened the box and what appeared to be balls of fur with wings popped out.
"Pigmy puffs," Ron said in disbelief and disgust.
"No, although they do resemble those creatures your brothers created. No, these are only found in the desert of Australia, very hard to find too. There's not many of them left but we were able to scrounge up a few. These are Winged-Puffs, and…well, we'll discuss their magical attributes once they've all settled," Hagrid said, not wanting to reveal any of their further studies and watching as the balls flew towards people, looking at them carefully before zooming off to another or settling beside them.
'Awe's' could be heard as the Winged-Puffs flew out when there was suddenly a scream.
"They're pulling my hair!" a girl said where she was, in fact, having a blue and violet puff pulling at her hair.
"Tell them to let go!" another girl said before another scream was heard. Several of the boys could be seen trying to swat off the puffs that held onto them, but to no avail.
A few were beginning to settle down though, and soon the screams were dying down, though there were a few people with bruises and a few of the girls had ruffled hair and tears streaming down their faces. Hermione was running her hands through a royal blue puff with light blue, feathery wings while Ron appeared to be having a staring contest with his own, a brown puff with brown and white feathers on its wings.
Hagrid looked around, making sure no one was struggling now when he saw Draco off to the edge, apparently on the ground and trying to get away from two puffs who would glare at each other before trying to declare Draco their own.
"Get them away from me!" Draco yelled as he backed up against the tree, hands waving around frantically as he desperately tried to rid himself of the two puffs. Hagrid came over with the box in hand and closed it on the first one that was near enough, leaving one for Draco. "There you are then, forgot Harry wasn't here," Hagrid said before walking back to the rest of the class, leaving a very ruffled and angry Draco behind.
0
"I swear, that lout is out after me. He saw I was struggling long before he came over and helped me, but no. He let me get knocked up a bit, bet he was amusing himself, the stupid oaf," Draco said. This day was not going his way, not at all. His robes were dirty after having rolled on the grass for a great amount of the class period with two fur balls after him that he couldn't get rid off and he had a few scratches on his arms and one on his cheek. "Bloody damned puffs," he said again.
"At least they're not blast-ended skrewts," Blaise said.
"Or any of those other nasty creatures he's given us before. At least these are cute," Pansy said, who didn't seem at all unruffled since her own puff had picked her and no other one had. Draco had been quite amused when he saw it, a very hot pink color with tiny wings that could barely hold it up.
Both, Crabbe and Goyle's had been about the same. Crabbe's had been green with a rather dazed look and wings like a butterfly's, much to Draco's amusement, and Goyle's had been the same, except a lighter shade of green of with some brown.
The one that had come over to Blaise had been a rich violet color and had wings with feathers that looked like silk. He had ended up getting jealous looks from most of the girls but had ignored them and had instead turned to study the puff.
Draco growled a bit as he thought of his own puff. He was ok with its appearance, but he didn't want it in the first place. It had practically torn his robes to pieces. "We're the owners… right," Draco thought ironically, as he made his way over to his dorms to change. He had ended up with a black puff with bat wings. What had disturbed him, though, were the green eyes it had. 'Great, black with green eyes,' he thought angrily, knowing exactly who it reminded him off. This was definitely not his day.
He changed quickly and then walked out, followed by the regular gang as he made his way back to the next class. "I'll be right back," Draco said quickly, an idea entering into his mind as he walked away from his friends.
Blaise raised an eyebrow while Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle only walked on after shrugging nonchalantly and following Blaise. Draco walked on, his mind set on one thing.
0
Harry had woken up feeling extremely cold and shivering. He felt like he couldn't get warm enough and whimpered at the unavailability of warmth. He felt the sweat and felt his pajamas sticking to him, then shut his eyes quickly as light entered. He saw a mop of red hair peeking in and hysterical voices following it before he slowly crept back to a comfortable unconsciousness.
Harry woke a while later, only to find both Hermione and Ron looking down at him, concern over their faces and feeling another shadow looming by, turned and saw Madame Pomfrey overhead. He tried to sit up, but could not and stopped trying.
"Am I in the infirmary? What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse and strained.
"We should ask you the same thing," Madame Pomfrey said. "How is it that you managed to get this sick? One would think you had been outside in the rain," she said, not noticing the guilty look that crossed over Harry's' face.
"Yeah, mate, how are you? You gave us quite a scare back in the common room…had to carry you here myself," Ron said, looking at Harry and trying to see if he was ok.
"I'm feeling better, a bit cold, but better," Harry said.
"You still have a bit of a fever, Harry, but Madame Pomfrey said you'll get better. She's gone to get you a potion and said that you'll have to stay here for today to regain your strength," Hermione said, now occupying Harry's other side and the place Madame Pomfrey had stood in seconds before.
Harry only nodded, sleep beginning to overtake him again.
"Ron, we're late! Harry, we'll come visit you later on today during lunch. Come on, Ron, we're going to be late!" Hermione said, already beginning to walk out after giving Harry a hug goodbye.
"Really, Hermione, its Hagrid. I think he'll let us off. After all, it is Harry we're looking after," Ron said, earning himself a glare from Hermione.
"Ron, you shouldn't take advantage like that. Harry, see you later," Hermione said before beginning to walk out, pulling a reluctant Ron behind her.
"See you later, mate," Ron said, looking a bit glum before following Hermione out.
Harry looked after them with an amused gaze and was getting comfortable when Madame Pomfrey appeared.
"Hold on, Mr. Potter, take this first. It's a tonic that should get your fever down. You're lucky, Mr. Potter, that's all I'm going to say. And you should be more careful when you go out," she said before pouring down a hot, rancid liquid down Harry's throat and shuffling away. "Make sure you get plenty of sleep," she said before going back into her own office.
Harry looked around and noticed he was the only one in the infirmary. 'Who else is put in here their second week?' he thought before quickly drifting off to an uneasy slumber.
0
Draco was walking rather quickly up the steps when he suddenly heard his name being called behind him.
"Mr. Malfoy, shouldn't you be getting to class?" he heard a drawl say behind him and he knew full well who it was.
"Professor Larson," Draco said, matching the drawl.
A rather young, slender man with light brown hair that hung in curls down to his shoulders and hazel eyes stood staring at him, a book in one hand and glasses in the other. Draco gulped as he saw Professor Larson standing there, the true reincarnation of a roman god of some sorts. He immediately shook himself though. He hated Professor Larson and had hated him since the first day of school, and he was going to be true to his instinct and continue on hating Professor Larson. There was just something about him that Draco didn't like.
"Shouldn't you be getting to class?" Professor Larson asked again, glaring intensely at Draco and looking a bit bored.
"I am," Draco said.
"The last time I looked, potions was down in the dungeons, not up in the towers," Professor Larson said, eyeing Draco suspiciously.
"I left some things up there," Draco muttered angrily before turning around and, ignoring Professor Larson's calls, continuing on his way. "Bloody prick," he muttered. He was feeling nasty. After all, the day had only started and he had felt nothing but anger throughout the day.
He walked up to the infirmary and opened the door. He saw no one around and heard scribbling noises coming from an office. 'So she's in her office,' he thought before stepping fully in and closing the door softly behind him. He turned his silver eyes onto the beds and began scanning them until he found the one he wanted. His frown immediately turned into a smirk as he made his way over to the lump on the bed.
He drew up to Harry's side and saw Harry's eyes closed, his body curled up and hands clutching at the sheets around him. He noticed sweat forming on Harry's forehead and couldn't help but feel a clench in his stomach. Draco discarded it as disgust and moved forward, poking Harry to wake him.
"Potter… Potter," Draco said loudly, moving Harry around until green eyes were slowly beginning to show.
Harry groaned as he slowly began to stir but ended up with his eyes closed again and snuggling ever closer to the bed.
"Potter," someone hissed, their lips brushing against his ear and he immediately opened his eyes, realizing who it was and not liking the unearthly shivers that were traveling down his back.
He opened his eyes and sure enough, there stood Draco, his trademark smirk plastered on his face. Harry groaned once again, not because of sleepiness, but because he was fully remembering what he had done to Draco the night before and knew he was going to pay for it.
"So glad you remember," Draco said, sneering at Harry.
"How could I forget…" mumbled Harry.
"Well, you'll be serving detention for the next three weeks with Professor Snape and Filch, alternating between them. Neither of them wants to endure you and so they decided an exchange would be good…"
"What! But quidditch practice starts…"
"I know, but we've decided discipline is more important at the time. Make sure that tomorrow you report to Professor Snape's room. You'll start off detention with him," Draco said, the same smirk plastered on his face and glee evident in his features.
"Why me, Malfoy? Couldn't you pick on someone else?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco stood still, the smirk falling off his features. 'Why was it that it was always Potter… and come to think of it, only Potter…' he thought as he tried to come up with an answer. "I could ask you the same question, Potter," Draco answered and saw a knowing look pass over Harry.
Harry looked at Draco for a while before turning around, deciding to go back to sleep. Draco, who had expected anger and fury stood there looking down at the sheets that covered Harry.
"Tomorrow, after dinner, Snape's classroom," Draco said before walking out of the room, not noticing as a pair of green eyes stared at him harshly as he walked out.
'I won't show my anger anymore. It's gotten me nowhere and frankly, I'm too tired right now to show it,' Harry thought as he settled down to sleep. Tomorrow, once he regained his strength, he was going back to his normal attitude towards Draco. Right now, he needed sleep.
0
Harry went to classes the next day and was reminded of his detention that day by a very smug looking Draco who continuously brought it up at every interval he could, reminding him that it would be, for three weeks, cutting into quidditch training. Harry tried as best as he could to control the anger that swelled up but most of the time he ended up shouting insults back at Draco.
On Wednesday he met his own winged-puff and immediately loved the white hair and silvery wings that met him, although he was a little wierded out by the red eyes it had. He stroked it and had taken the day to learn about it and what it liked, as had the others. He attended his other classes and later met up with Filch.
The week ended up passing by, unusually normal, for Harry at least. He attended another Snape and later a Filch detention and couldn't believe his ears when Draco told him he wasn't allowed to go to Hogsmeade that weekend.
"Bloody git."
"I heard that, Potter. I would really think you'd be more careful right now."
"You're taking advantage of your power, Malfoy."
"I'm only enforcing it."
"Right. What's your bloody problem, Malfoy? Go pounce some other lost soul that needs redemption, seeing the angel that you are."
"I'm so flattered, Potter, but I've decided to make you my special case."
"Great, now I'm the one that's flattered."
"You should be, Potter. It's a great honor, having me steer you in the right direction."
"Ha, don't make me laugh, Malfoy. You, steer me. Like you could."
"Oh, I could easily steer you, Potter. I just don't think I want to. Now get out of my way. Unlike other punished souls, I have the privilege of going to Hogsmeade."
And with that Draco turned on his heels, closely followed by a proud looking Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and an apologetic Blaise. Harry sighed and turned around, heading back up to his dorms.
"We'll stay with you, mate," Ron said.
"No, it's ok. Both of you go and buy me something good. After all, I can always sneak over there," Harry said, laughing, although Hermione only looked sternly at him.
"No more sneaking for you, Harry. And we'd rather stay here with you," Hermione said.
"Seriously, guys, I'll be ok. I'll just go to the library and look up stuff, get ahead on that Potions essay and that transfiguration homework. Maybe fly on my broom for a bit afterwards. I'll see you guys later," Harry said, continuing up to the dorms.
"Well, if you're sure…but you should tell someone about Malfoy, though. He's being a real prick and unfair, and you know it," Ron said.
Harry nodded at this suggestion. It had crossed his mind, but it would just have blown things out of proportion and made Malfoy do something worse. "No, its not too bad. Just detention, and it's almost over. Two more weeks," Harry said, more to himself than for his friends.
"Just be careful, Harry. Malfoy seems… worse than ever, or at least to you. We're not sure what his problem is, but be careful," Hermione said before following Ron slowly back down and out towards Hogsmeade.
Harry sighed and walked back up. He hadn't been feeling his usual self and he couldn't help but wonder why. Normally, he would've said more things, probably would have even used his wand towards Malfoy, but things were changing. Sure, Malfoy was being an even greater annoying prick than he had been the past years, but Harry no longer felt that ill will towards Malfoy. Other things were too important at the moment, other sorrows and emotions had to be dealt with and he didn't feel that anger and annoyance should be added.
Harry managed to finish his homework, his mind unusually blank and taking in most of what he was doing. He went out for a quick fly on his broom to ease himself before stepping back inside and taking a nap. Then it was dinner, exploding snaps and chess in the common room, Sunday, and soon the week was upon him once again.
0
It was Friday and Harry cursed at his luck. Detention with Snape again and throughout the week, somehow another week had been added to his punishment. He still wasn't sure which was worse, cleaning for Filch or organizing for Snape. All he knew was that he hated them both and as his spirits returned, he found his hatred for Malfoy growing too.
"Potter," he heard a voice say near him as he waited outside the DADA classroom for Ron, who was picking up the mess he had made during class due to 'boredom'. Harry had sniggered as Ron had told this excuse to their Professor. He knew why Ron wasn't paying attention to the Professor, and it ran more along the lines of jealousy.
The first week of school, he remembered, both Ron and he had stared at their Professor in shock, as had the rest of the classroom. A man who looked very young and healthy "and handsome" Harry had thought unconsciously before realizing it and pushing it away, stood before them as the new teacher for this cursed class. He had begun talking and everyone had listened attentively as he introduced himself and asked them to introduce themselves. Harry remembered the look and praising words from the young teacher that had made him blush and there hadn't been a day in that class where he hadn't blushed yet. He had made up his mind that he liked Professor Larson; he was a very good teacher although he was young and plus, he seemed to dislike the slytherins. 'Especially Malfoy,' Harry had thought with a smirk that first week when Professor Larson had looked over at Draco, who had been causing a distraction, and had given him a glare that had been so far only used and was apparently only saved for Malfoy. Not only did Harry like the class, but he had a likeable professor.
Although Harry had immediately begun liking the teacher, and possibly having a short infatuation with him, most of the other boys in that class had taken to hating him and had decided that there was, in fact, nothing they could learn from this man. Ron's own dislike had become evident with the glares he would throw at the professor and the growing insults in the common room. All girls, and some boys, who liked Professor Larson listened and chastised anyone who didn't while the others had let jealousy overtake them and had taken to disliking him, although that was lessening. Ron himself was softening up to the teacher, however slowly, and no longer muttered insults under his breath at the so-said professor.
"Potter," he heard a voice say, much harsher this time and cutting his thoughts abruptly. Harry turned, his eyes angry and ready at anything Draco would start.
"What, Malfoy?" Harry spat out, uncontrollable fury beginning to make him tingle down to the very bone.
"You're loitering. I think that deserves another detention, don't you?" Draco said nonchalantly, eyeing the boy in front of him with triumph and obvious amusement.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I have every right to be here, there's no rule against waiting, is there? Go fulfill your prefect duties elsewhere, Malfoy," Harry said, knowing his voice was on the verge of shouting insults at the blonde in front of him and trying very much to fight back the rage at the tip of his tongue.
"That won't save you from detention, Potter. I'm starting to wonder when you'll have time for practice. Saturdays will have to be your only quidditch practice, seeing the way you're going…" Draco said, making sure to rub in that fact and managing, to his delight, to further infuriate the boy before him.
"What gives you the right to punish me so much, huh? If I went to Dumbledore, he'd probably strip you off your prefect duties once he found out how you're taking advantage of –," Harry began when he was cut off by Draco.
"Oh, please. Run off to Dumbledore, yes. Don't you think I have a good argument ready at my disposal? On how you've been hassling me these weeks and deserved them," Draco said, a smirk on his face as he looked down at the boy in front of him. He was surprised to see that the other boy was a few inches shorter than him, though it didn't lessen the appearance of a threat in him.
"Do you really think Dumbledore will believe you?"
"No, but Snape will, and Dumbledore will surely believe Snape…"
"You git. You obnoxious, intolerable, detestable, revolting, vile, pugnacious -,"
"Hmm… a day of detention for these insults…"
"REPULSIVE, HORRENDOUS, ATROCIOUS, LOATHSOME -,"
"Didn't know you had such a good vocabulary," mumbled Draco, looking with obvious mirth at the boy in front of him as the obscenities continued going.
"HATEFUL INSUFFERABLE GIT! TWO MORE WEEKS OF DETENTION! YOU CAN'T… YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO ASSIGN FOUR WEEKS IN A ROW, AND THIS EARLY! I'M PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE SERVING DETENTION AT THIS POINT AND HERE YOU ARE, SMIRKING AND OBVIOUSLY TAKING DELIGHT IN MY BREAKDOWN! ARGH, FUCK OFF DRACO AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry yelled, panting and looking through tiny slits at Draco with a murderous gleam in his eye.
Draco stared at him, fear rising at the look in Harry and knowing he had full well pushed Harry past the limit. He stumbled back, unsure of what to do now or say when he saw Harry leap towards him. He tried to evade it, but he was soon pinned down and struggling to get the other boy off of him when he suddenly felt the weight lift. Opening his eyes, he saw Professor Larson and Ron both holding Harry back, who was throwing a venomous glare towards him. Draco felt like shrinking back but instead stood up and dusted himself, placing his smirk once again on his face as he eyed the three warily.
"What's going on here?" Professor Larson demanded, his hazel eyes cold and emotionless as he stared at Draco with that same piercing glance he had given him ever since the beginning of the term.
"Nothing, except that Golden Boy over there decided to jump at me and seemed more than ready to kill me," Draco muttered, gazing coldly back at the Professor.
"Harry?" Professor Larson asked, turning to look at Harry and letting his grip on Harry go slightly.
"He was provoking me, Professor," Harry said, venom etching his words as he looked straight at Draco. "He's been giving me detention for every little thing and has added a full week. Two more weeks of detention for me."
"Draco, is this really necessary?" Professor Larson asked, his cruel gaze returning.
Draco nodded slightly, sneering at Harry. "Disciplinary problems must be dealt with," he said, stepping back quickly as Harry tried to pry himself off Ron and Professor Larson.
"Well… who is he serving detention with?" asked Professor Larson curiously, his eyes twinkling and a look on his face that Draco didn't trust, but he couldn't do anything but answer.
"Snape and Filch. They're alternating, seeing as neither one wants him," Draco mumbled, and was about to add to that comment when he was suddenly interrupted by Professor Larson.
"I'll take him then. He can serve detention with me. I have things that need to be done…and I haven't settled in properly yet, so the extra help of hands will help me," he said, letting his hold on Harry go. "What do you say?" he asked, turning to Harry.
Before Harry could answer, though, Draco was coming nearer and answering. "What? He can't serve detention with you…"
"And why not, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Larson asked, giving Draco a challenging look.
"Well… because…" Draco started, then stopped. There was no reason he could give to withhold Harry from having detention with Professor Larson. He dropped his gaze in anger and confusion before stepping away and turning around. He heard Professor Larson ask Harry the question again and heard Harry murmur a 'yes'. Draco knew… he felt Harry blushing and at that moment he felt a newfound rage growing inside him towards Professor Larson. He hated that man. Why more than ever now, he couldn't answer. All he knew was that detentions for Harry had ceased to be a sense of amusement and he'd have to find a new way to get under the Gryffindor's skin.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed my first chapter! I'm really not sure of the plot, actually, though I do have an idea of what I could add… So did everyone like Professor Larson? Draco's jealous, he just doesn't know it yet. He'll soon find out though : ) heh. Well, please review! I'm sure they'll help spur me on into updating as quickly as possible! I'm not adding anything about Voldemort in this story, I think, unless it somehow slinks itself into the story somehow and makes itself part of the plot, which isn't totally fixed as to yet. Technically, it is going to be on how emotions are played out. How fun! Thank you for reading and please review!