-1I must admit, maybe the last detention didn't go all that badly. Maybe if Snape just left us alone again today, then maybe we'd get a little further, maybe I could… I don't know. Wait… why am I bothered about Malfoy? Maybe it's his silvery-blonde hair, storm grey eyes, maybe it's the way he walks, or the way his voice could cut through glass. Maybe it's the way he could be my perfect master, or maybe it's the way he could control every move I made. Maybe it's my secret crush, maybe then again it's just a schoolboy fantasy.
Tonight, I thought it was time I made a slight effort… maybe if I actually done something then things might start happening. I hated myself for being attracted to someone, I hated myself for being attracted to a boy. I hated myself for being attracted to Malfoy, wait, not malfoy, Draco, that's what he'd asked me to call him after all, right? So I went to the boys shower-room, and I used the best soap and then used the best magic-gel to keep all of my hair laying flat and then I brushed my teeth and inspected my skin and moisturised my hands an- over all I made myself the best I could be and slowly made my way to Snapes dungeon. For the first time in my life, and no doubt for the last - I was early, for a detention with Snape.
"Well, well, if it isn't Potter, do go right on in" Snape sneered, and whether he knew it or not he had just banished my hopes and dreams for that night, although I was indeed quite sure that he knew exactly what he'd just done because that venomous smirk was playing dangerously over his lips. "I will not be joining you tonight Potter, I will instead be once again entrusting you and your nemesis to tell me each little thing the other does" Snape snickered and all I wanted to do was break his fucking jaw - lets see him laugh about it then. "Goodbye, Potter" and Snape left the classroom.
I must say by now I was anxious, very anxious. I kept glancing to the watch in my pocket, telling myself that I was not excited that I was going to spend the next hour with Malfoy, no, not Malfoy, Draco. I loved the way Draco ran off my tongue, like pure honey. Draco. Draco. I said it to myself over and over in my head, Draco.
The door eased open and there was his pale blonde head. Draco Malfoy had come here, and, he wasn't smirking, or looking like he was going to want to hurt me in any way. He strolled over to the desk where I was sitting and said simply "You don't suit your hair like that, Potter."
I stood up and walked around the table eyeing Draco suspiciously "What… what do you mean I don't suit my hair like this?"
"Well… Potter, what I mean, is you suit your hair better, like this" Draco pulled me closer and ran his fingers through my hair before messing it up completely, the beauty of magical hair gel is that it doesn't make your hair hard or anything like that muggle stuff, but it works 100 times better.
Instinctively, and laughing, I put my hands on Dracos hips, for the first time I seen a smile crease his lips… a real smile… a satisfied smile… a smile that made me feel weak at the knees and a smile that made me want to die there and then, die happy. "I'm… I'm sorry" I stumbled over my own words
Dracos smirk, damn that fucking smirk, shot over his lips and he moved… closer? He was whispering in my ear "I'm not sorry…" Draco however took a step back, perhaps from courtesy, perhaps just to tease me. Damnit, he knew I wanted him, why wouldn't he just let me have him!
So we sat down together, and after five minutes we fell into deathly silence. In my head a plan was forming. Instead of getting closer to Draco when the threat that Snape could enter at any given moment was always present, I decided to take it upon myself to have Draco alone, In my company, perhaps an hour would be long enough… but I decided I'd have to make it two. For my plan to form, I needed to be in a crowd of people, I couldn't do it alone… in here. And I'd need to use Ron, god, if he knew what I was doing he'd kill me, but I knew it would work, I just had to wait… the next five minutes were going to go slowly, I knew it.