It was five stories up, Harry Potter thought - five stories to hatch a plan. Having shut the secret door to the dungeons, and taken the moment to make sure he wouldn't be blind enough to stumble over his own feet, Harry took off at a run. The long way, naturally.
Because if there was one thing that Harry Potter knew quite intimately, it was There is never only one.
Not that he expected to see another bully today, per se. Bullies were herd beasts, liked to congregate together. So Harry knew that he had...
Until Tomorrow.
Dammit. Harry thought crossly. I've another detention tomorrow. Well, slow-in-the-head fools won't catch me napping. Harry continued up the stairs, only slowing as he reached the fifth floor, wanting to arrive not out of breath. He had the inklings of a plan, and the time was growing near to execute it.
But first...
Harry Potter entered the Gryffindor common room, only to hear Percy Weasley ask officiously, "I thought you had detention with Snape, young man?"
"I did," Harry Potter responded with a warm smile he didn't feel, "Only I've finished the pots, so he let me go early. Seems he doesn't want me sitting down there with nothing to do."
Percy eyed Harry skeptically, before nodding, with a look in his eye which seemed to suggest that he'd confirm this with Snape Himself if there was any plausible way to do it.
Meanwhile, Harry glanced at the room, settling in beside Ron and Neville to cheer on the game of chess. Harry hadn't half learned the rules yet, so he wouldn't let himself even pretend to play, as he might accidentally beat Ron (who, for all his faults, wasn't much of a cheater).
Later that night, after the other first years had gone to bed, Harry Potter snuck down stairs, only to get an Education. You see, before this, Harry hadn't any real idea what that meant. Certainly his aunt and uncle weren't intimate often, and never in children's view. So it came as much of a shock to see the Common Room with half-drunken third years (and a few fourth years) busy undoing each other's clothes, and snogging each other's daylights out. Harry just stood there, watching, until it looked like some of them were about to move - then, with quiet feet, he snuck himself back up to his room, to think on what he'd seen. Well, that was the clean version, anyway, his groin it appeared had other ideas...
[a/n: Boys. Young boys. Also, as you can see, there are plenty of distractions for our young hero. Write a review?]