A/N: Wow. This is my looongggesstt chapter ever! I had a lot of insentive…I think it may absolutely my strangest one ever too. But it was very fun to write. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWS! THEY MAKE ME VERY HAPPY!

(Crick118: Would you mind terribly if I put your jell-o quote in my fanfiction, it could be very funny lol-it made me laugh, I spent like ten minutes trying to decipher it lol…I'm still confused to be quite honest, but I like it!)

Chapter Eight: Enlightening Detentions

Harry skipped into the common room that night, YES. He skipped. He was the fucking Boy-Who-Lived; he could skip if he wanted to, god damnit! Anyway, SKIPPING, he found Hermione and Ron in a single armchair by the fire.

"I know something you don't-WOAH! You guys look cozy!" said Harry, breaking off from his sing-song voice.

Ron and Hermione snapped out of their love gazing to look at Harry.

Hermione blushed, "Sorry, what did you say, Harry?"

"I said, I know something you don't know. Draco has a crush…oh la la!"

"Really?" questioned Ron, "that's surprising; I thought he wouldn't want to get involved with anyone."

"Well, I guess he does. Jeez, Ron you really got over him relatively quickly, didn't you?"

"Yes, Ron and I were just talking about that before you came in. We figured Ron was just infatuated; he gets very big-headed and doesn't think very clearly when people show affections towards him." stated Hermione, sounding like a book, but that was nothing new.

"Oh. Well, gee, that's spectacular, Ron. But back to my story, Draco has a crush!"

"Do tell, Harry!" said Hermione, looking interested.

"You."

"WHAT?"

"Yep. He practically told me so!"

"No!" shouted Ron, grabbing Hermione and bringing her into an embrace. "Mine!"

"Oh, Ronald please, of course Draco doesn't like me, Harry is just making that up to upset us."

"Hey! No I'm not!"

"Well, I won't take your word for it Harry. It's just too weird. And besides, I'm quite content here with Ron."

"Yeah, I can tell" muttered Harry.

"What did you say, mate?" questioned Ron.

"Um…nothing."

"Oh yeah, I have some Draco news too, Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Well, apparently" Ron glanced around for dramatic effect, or to see if anyone was listening in, either way it made Harry suspenseful, "Draco has this disease…its called… raids."

"What? That's not even a disease, Ron!" snapped Hermione.

"Huh? Yes it is! He told me so, that's why he broke up with me!"

"Ron, are you sure he didn't said, AIDS?"

"Ohhh….right. Yes that's what he said. So, either of you know what it is?"

"No. I haven't a clue." said Hermione, looking ashamed for not having an answer for once.

"Nope. Well, I'm going to sleep. I'll need rest for my detention tomorrow. Night."

Neither Ron nor Hermione paid him much attention as he left; they were pretty immersed with each other.

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Harry climbed the stairs to his dormitory and got into pajama bottoms, he pulled off his glasses as he sunk his head into his pillows thinking. Alright, he had lied. He knew exactly what AIDS was; this had just taken him as a shock. He didn't expect Draco to have a muggle disease. Wasn't he too snobby to associate with muggles, anyway? Well, I'm going to be having detention with him tomorrow, maybe I should ask him about it then.

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Draco stared at the ceiling, laying on his bed, not even bothering to get ready for sleep. He didn't plan on it. He had laughed, laughed on the ground with Potter. He had touched him; pulled him around by his arm…he loved that feeling of control, even if it was brief. He even told Potter he had sexy arse. That had been a mistake; he couldn't slip up like that again. Potter had shouted something back at him. He figured that he had misunderstood, and that Harry hadn't put arsenic in his pumpkin juice. That was just very un-Potterish. Oh well, he'd ask him at detention later that evening. Smiling to himself, Draco did fall asleep eventually, with a certain ebony haired Gryffindor entering his dreams…

Fuck. Draco had woken up that morning, his pants feeling a bit too tight for comfort. He went to the bathroom to take care of his not-so-little problem, once again, muttering about sexy, bloody Gryffindors…

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Later that evening, Harry was waiting outside the Potion Master's office, leaning against the wall. He wasn't looking forward to the dreadful effects that detention had on him, but he was looking forward to spending his evening, with his new…friend…Draco. Malfoy. Wow. He still couldn't get over it. Speaking of the devil, Draco suddenly turned the corner. He, too, leaned on the wall next to Harry, nodding.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"…"

"…"

Harry sighed. "So."

"So."

"Ready for detention?"

"No. You?"

"Nope."

"You didn't put arsenic in my juice."

Harry laughed. "No, I didn't."

"Then what did you say?"

"…I forget."

"No you don't, you bloody wanker."

"Oh shut up, Malfoy."

"Draco."

"What?"

"It's Draco. Not Malfoy."

"Oh. Right. Sorry."

"It's alright…Potter."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding, Harry."

"…"

"Stop tapping your foot."

"Sorry."

"…"

"This is awkward."

"No shit."

Thankfully, there awkwardness was stopped when Snape opened his door and sneered at the two boys. "You two will be having a fun-filled detention of waxing the floors in the teacher's lounge bowling alley."

"We have a bowling alley?"

"There's a teacher's lounge?"

Snape rolled his yes, "Yes. Now follow me." Snape led the boys down a few corridors, two flights of stairs and finally stopped at the end of a particularly long corridor near a picture of an elderly man sitting in a chair. He looked at them expectedly, "Password?" he asked looking at the three intruders. Snape gritted his teeth. "Huffle my Puffle."

Harry snorted and quickly shoved his fist in his mouth to stifle his laughing. Draco looked as though he was trying to suck his entire face in his mouth and turned away from both Harry and Snape so they didn't see him loose control of his perfectly masked expressions.

The three walked down the flight of stairs following the entrance, passed a room full of couches by a fire for lounging and indeed, into a bowling alley. There was a 'magical', not to be confused with electronic, floor buffer, and some buckets of sudsy water and rags. Draco eyed them with much distaste and Harry looked at Snape for further instruction.

Snape glared at them both. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work, I shall be back in two hours time." with those last words of encouragement, he swept for the room leaving Harry and Draco to be once again, in an awkward silence.

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Harry sighed. This wasn't going to be much fun. Uncomfortable silences, made him, well, uncomfortable. He glanced at Draco. Draco still hadn't moved, and was looking at the rags, mops, and buckets, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Well, I suppose we better get started."

"Are you kidding me, Harry? This is slaves' work!"

"Yes, well I'm pretty much used to it, so I don't really care. You on the other hand…pretty-boy….might have a bit trouble with…cleaning." Harry smirked.

"Stop bloody smirking! You're stealing my trademark!"

"Well, I'd rather you smile than smirk, it's much more attractive."

"What did you say?"

"My, um…shoes. They have good traction."

Draco grinned at Harry and then looked around sadly at the four lanes they were expected to wax. "Well, where do we start? I trust you know more about cleaning than I do."

"Well… Hmm…" Harry grabbed a bottle labeled 'Mr. Renegade's Best Floor Waxing Solution.

A slow smirk crept on Harry's lips. He turned slowly to Draco. "I think I have an idea to make this much more fun." Harry swaggered down the first lane like a model tipping some of the solution over the ground. Then he walked back to wear Draco was standing and kicked off his shoes. "Do you know any clothes cleaning spells?"

"No, what do I look like, a house elf?"

"Nah, you're much too cute. Oh well, it's a shame…I did like these pants."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Watch." Harry backed up to the wall, opposite the lane. Then, without warning, he sprinted forward and jumped into the puddle of solution, sliding down the lane, screaming on the top of his lungs in pure joy, and then he very ungracefully smashed into the wall.

"Woohoo! Draco that was great! You've got to give it a try!"

"Are you out of your mind, Harry? You have got to be fucking kidding me if you think I'm getting floor polish all over my clothes."

"Suit yourself." Harry then proceeded then to slide the length of the lane a few more times, clearly enjoying himself. Draco continued to stand watching Harry, still shocked that Harry had called his smile attractive, and himself cute. He must have been really out of it because he became suddenly aware that Harry was just inches from his face, obnoxiously waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

Draco snapped out of it and he looked swiftly at Harry. "Sorry, what?"

"Alright, since I've so nicely spread out the solution, we've got to actually wax the lanes now. Go grab a rag."

Harry then ensued to start cleaning the floor with rag in hand for a few minutes. He sighed dramatically and looked up at Draco. "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?"

Draco glared at him.

Harry got up and walked up to Draco, staring at him, eye to eye. Gradually, he took Draco's hand and led him over to the first lane. Harry was surprised how willingly Draco was following him, even more surprised that he let Harry hold his hand. Then, without warning, Harry plunged both of their hands into the first bucket full of murky water.

"EWWWWWW! POTTER YOU FUCKWIT! THAT'S DISGUSTING! EW! EW! EW!"

Harry started cracking up and pelted Draco with a few rags for laughs. This just made the blonde even more aggravated. Draco then jumped on to the buffer and turned it on full speed, and chased after Harry. At this time, Harry had to stop laughing and instead run from his life in fear of being waxed to death.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN HERE?" In the doorway, stood a very angry looking Snape. Of course. He had to walk in at this precise time.

Draco stopped his evil cackling and turned off the buffer, benevolently jumping back to his feet. Harry stood up out of the fetal position he was previously in and both looked at Snape with extremely apprehensive faces.

Snape closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he felt he was able to speak, he opened his mouth. "I have no idea what I just walked in on. Though, I think I'll wager a guess. Potter, you provoked Malfoy, causing him to attack you with the floor buffer. Fifty points from Gryffindor. Now, you will have to clean up this mess and I don't care if that means your detention goes on longer. And for safety reasons, I will have to remove this buffer." Snape snatched it from Draco's hands and walked to the door and stopped. "Do try not to kill each other, won't you?"

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At Snape's departure, both boys finally lost it and started cracking up, falling onto the ground in laughter, holding their sides. A full fifteen minutes of nonstop laughter. Wow, how concerning. Gasping for air, Harry finally contained himself enough to speak.

"Holy shit, I thought we were done for!"

"As did I."

"Wow that was great. Well, erm…sorry I dunked your hand in the water…and threw sponges at you."

"Sorry I attacked you with a floor buffer."

And again, both boys collapsed into fits of laughter.

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And again, both boys had reached an awkward silence. Harry was scrubbing lane four, Draco lane two. Harry was downright bored of their 'conversation' and decided to break the ice.

"Draco, why did you agree to be my friend?"

"…"

"Draco?"

"I'm thinking, Potter."

"Oh."

"…"

"Done thinking, yet?"

"No."

"Psh, and I thought you were smart."

"Shut up!"

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. What a multitasker.

"I don't know."

"You brood on that for five minutes and you come up with 'I don't know'?"

"Yes. Well, it's hard to explain…I don't really know how to put it in words."

"Oh, it's alright Draco I understand. With the circumstances…"

"What circumstances?"

"Well, you know…that…thing…"

"No, I do not know. What thing?"

"Come on Draco, you know what I'm talking about…your…problem."

"My problem?"

"Yeah. That…disease."

"What?"

"You know…you're…AIDS. That's why you wanted me to be your friend, you wanted to sort out your affairs before…well, you know."

Draco stared blankly at Harry.

"It's okay you know, I'll still be your friend. Well, Ron told me and I figured that was the reason why. We don't have to talk about it if you-" Harry stopped mid sentenced for Draco had just fallen onto the floor again, laughing so much that he was crying. Harry stared at Draco, completely confused. This certainly wasn't something he would find funny.

"Draco, are, are you alright?"

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Do you need to be taken to the hospital wing?"

Draco stopped laughing and looked at Harry still smiling. Oh god that smile…

"Potter you douche-bag, I do not need to be taken to the hospital wing. I'm fine. I don't have AIDS. I just told Roonil that because I wanted him to dump me."

"You, you don't have AIDS?"

"No!"

"Oh, wow that makes me feel so much better! I was really worried." Harry suddenly jumped up and smacked Draco upside the head.

"Ow!"

"Don't scare me like that!"

"Well, sorry. I didn't expect your friend to blab though."

"Wow. You really wanted to break things off with him didn't you?"

"Yeah…well. I guess."

The door slammed open and Snape barged into the room. "Good to see that you've finished." he sneered, "though it did take you quite a lot of time. You're free to go. But be warned, it is after hours, and I have no intention of giving you an excuse. Good night."

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"Harry you're breathing in my ear again."

"Sorry."

In truth, Draco didn't mind that Harry was breathing in his ear. Being under an invisibility cloak nice and cozy with Potter wasn't something to complain about. Though, it was causing some slightly embarrassing effects.

"Watch where you put your sodding feet, Potter!"

"Sorry! It is kind of difficult to move under here, especially with you practically welded to my body!"

"I am not welded to you! Sorry if we have to be close, god why did this thing have to be so damn small!"

"It's not exactly made for two, Draco!"

"Well maybe if you didn't bloody well-" Draco was cut off when Harry pressed his hand against Draco's mouth. Harry roughly shoved him against the wall and was very, very close to him.

"Shhh!"

Professors McGonagall and Sinistra had just swept by chatting animatedly.

"Phew, that was close…With you practically screaming I was sure we were going to be caught. OW! You bit me!"

"Well, you wouldn't move you're hand. Potter…" Draco's voice seemed to be a couple of octaves higher than usual. "Would you please move your knee, it's kind of…well…"

"Oh." said Harry gruffly, backing away. "Sorry. Wow, I seem to be apologizing a lot tonight."

"Just a bit."

Abruptly Draco grabbed Harry's wrists and pushed him forcefully against the wall. Before Harry could even figure out what was going on, Draco's lips crashed down vigorously on his own. The kiss was absolutely perfect. Instead of feeling passion, desire, want and all those joyful feelings…it was a strong sentiment of six years of pent up sexual tension. And that worked out just fine for each boy. When air became a dire need, Draco unwillingly broke the kiss. Harry opened his eyes and they became wide in shock, almost matching Draco's bulging orb-like ones.

"Holy fucking shit!"

Draco burst out from under the invisibility cloak and flew down the corridor and down to the dungeons, not even caring if he were to be caught, leaving Harry standing alone, completely, utterly, frozen in shock in his midst.

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Hint…hint…Reviews make me happy! Which inspire me to write more! And I have stuff in my head for the next chapter…I don't think it will be as odd as this, but it should be a laugh- yay their first kiss!

(To stop any confusion-Draco was the one to scream at the end…just in case no one caught that).