Draco groaned as he walked out of his room. Detention. With Potter!
He'd spent all of the previous evening and that day keeping his mouth absolutely shut. The last thing he needed now was for his father to hear of this double disgrace. As he envisioned the possibility of the news ever reaching Lucius, Draco felt like the draught in the corridor was freezing him from the inside out. Shaking his head, he stopped outside Potter's door. He would have skipped this humiliation if he knew what the consequences would be. But all that had been announced about this new rule that morning was- well, the rule. No one had bothered to tell them what would happen if the Head Boy or Girl's detentions were ignored. And until he knew, Draco wasn't going to risk finding out the hard way.
He waited till the school clock struck 9 then knocked. He heard a low 'Enter' and opened the door.
"So you're on time, Malfoy. A good beginning." Harry drawled from the sofa where was lounging. "Shut the door and come in."
Seething, Draco slammed the door shut and stomped over to the sofa.
Harry sighed, "I'll let that pass for now." He lay back and slowly let his gaze travel over the other boy.
"Do you have any specific work for me, Potter? Or are you going to spend the night admiring me?" Draco began sneeringly, and then stopped. Harry had smiled. And the smile suggested things that Draco's words hadn't meant.
"Oh yes, Malfoy." Harry's voice was soft, "That would be an enjoyable way to spend the night now, wouldn't it?" As he spoke, he got off the sofa and stood before Draco.
In sudden panic Draco stepped back, "Stay away from me, Potter. The Weasleys are good enough for you." Harry raised an eyebrow and moved forward and it suddenly struck Draco that they were the same height. If anything, Harry was taller.
When he was at eyelash length from Draco, Harry spoke, "Do not ever talk about them in that tone again, do you understand, Malfoy?"
Draco sneered but made no reply. In one, swift move, Harry grabbed his face and tilted it upwards, his green eyes flashing into the gray ones, "Do you understand, Malfoy?" he snarled. And was going to elaborate when the silver in front of him distracted him. It was the first time he had ever looked into Draco's eyes. And there was something so strangely appealing about the slightly panicky look in the silver and his flushed face.
Draco on the other hand, was trying to control his thoughts. Thankfully, living with Lucius Malfoy, trained you to hide your thoughts. And what he was trying desperately to control was what he felt about Harry's touch.
"I'm not supposed to feel this way. I hate him! I hate him. What the f is happening?"
And then there was one second of complete silence. Where even his mind went blank.
And then Harry leaned in and kissed him.
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