Summary: Harry agreed to meet Draco in one of the many abandoned classrooms along the dungeon corridors. Maybe if he hadn't been late, maybe if they hadn't made too much noise, maybe they wouldn't have been caught in such a compromising position.
Detention Prompt 1: Your first Detention will be served with Filch - You must write or draw Drarry + Hogwarts Detention - either 1) Receiving the detention -OR- 2) Serving the detention.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
The classroom was dark, abandoned, and riddled with forgotten furniture. Harry had agreed to meet him here over an hour ago, and still he hadn't showed. Desperate for me to get detention. Draco grumbled to himself, straightening in the seat he had been waiting in. Heaving a sigh, he stood, just as the door to the room gave a squeak.
"Where in Merlin's sake have you been, Potter?" Malfoy chastised, catching the glint of light off Harry's glasses. "We agreed to meet at eight, or had you forgotten?" Again.
"Shut your yap, Malfoy. It's after curfew. You're lucky I'm here at all." He slipped inside, shutting the heavy door behind him.
"I'm lucky? I'm lucky?" He felt the timbre of his voice rise dangerously, threatening to seep beneath the crack of the door and alert Filch to their presence. "I was about to leave when your sorry ass showed up."
Harry crossed the room towards him in several large footsteps. 'I'm sorry, alright?" He kissed Draco's resistant lips, getting nothing in return. "Ron's nervous about the upcoming game, he dragged practice out. I told him I was behind on homework and was able to escape."
Draco softened, even if the mention of Weasley irked him. It was a valid excuse. "You better do your homework then." He loosened the emerald green tie around his neck, tossing it to the ground. "Uranus is in retrograde, I believe it needs studying." His lips quirked into a coy smile, earning him nothing but a stare in return.
"Was that supposed to be a pick-up line? Because it was truly, quite awful." Harry smiled back, but one that was meant to hide laughter, not the implications of sex.
Draco felt his pale skin flush and looked away, wishing he hadn't lit a lantern. They knew by now which pegs fit in which holes and how to get them there. Light was no longer a necessity. Too focused on the chair beside him, the one he had previously occupied, he hadn't noticed Harry. He hadn't heard the other boy shift closer toward him, or the way Harry stared at him, no longer in hilarity. Instead, a thumb came up, gently brushing the blonde stubble on Draco's chin. Draco turned.
There was a softness in Harry's eyes, a warmth. Staring at them was like falling into a hot summer's evening, like basking beneath the sun. Draco had the desire to be the subject of the gaze forever. Harry pressed closer still, removing all distance between them. His soft lips were on Draco's who suddenly found himself self-conscious of his own – had he used Chapstick? He focused instead on the taste of chocolate frogs drifting from Harry's mouth as he snogged him.
He felt the length of Harry – his chest, his abdomen, his pelvis, press into him and all other thoughts dissipated. His blood pumped with a singular need, a need for Harry, and he returned the gesture, allowing his lips to part. His fingers fumbled in practiced movement, slowly sliding each white button from its hole while Harry did the same, both of them undressing the other.
Harry's tongue slipped inside his mouth then, drawing circles against Draco's tongue and pulling a groan from deep within his throat. He began working on Harry's belt buckle, undoing the clasp. He could feel the bulge in Harry's pants press against him and he allowed his hand to wander along the hem of Harry's pants, feeling the short hair that lay beneath. He smiled beneath Harry's lips, knowing how much he hated to be teased.
Harry's hands slid beneath Draco's unbuttoned shirt, his fingernails dragging against the smooth skin until they reached his sides. "Draco." He murmured, barely comprehensible between kisses. Draco stepped back, Harry following suit, as they searched for a desk, a wall, anywhere to take this further, and leaving their clothes behind.
Draco felt his hip brush against a piece of furniture, and he pushed against it harder, meaning to pull Harry on top of him. A clatter filled the room as what had been a chair, rather than a desk, toppled to the ground. The two of them collided painfully with the stone, still intertwined with one another. Harry swore, separating himself from Draco in an attempt to stand when the door was flung open.
Light from the corridor illuminated everything, their near naked bodies wrapped up with one another, the puddle of clothes a meter away, and the silhouette of Professor Snape in the doorway glaring down at them.
Harry looked away, scrambling off the other boy. He stood, hand covering his still lingering erection. Draco remained put, ignoring the gaze of fury coming from his Godfather, his head of house, and wishing for death instead.
Professor Snape took purposeful yet silent strides toward them, reaching the bundle of clothing and tossing it towards them. "Dress yourselves, now." His words were slow, voice far lower than its usual baritone. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin, each." He glared at them in turn, his eyes careful not to stray lower than their throats. "Keep it in your pants, or a spell will do just that."
As his trousers were pulled up, Draco glanced down at the wand that his Professor had brandished. Seventeen years spent in the presence of this man had ensured that Draco knew one thing. Snape didn't joke around when it came to threats.
He turned, black cape billowing after him as he moved again towards the corridor. "Detention, both of you." He barked over his shoulder. "Separately."