Chapter 8: The detention

Friday afternoon arrived just too soon. No matter how much you wished you could go down to the Quidditch pitch with Harry, it was time to visit Snape's office.

Not only were you curious about the others' performance, you missed practise too. You loved flying and always have considered it as one of the greatest things of the wizarding world.

Though you reached the dungeons a bit early, Pansy was already waiting there.

"Hey Pansy."

"Ah, Sparks." She looked at you with great dislike in her eyes.

"Heard you got detention with Malfoy too."

"Yeah. It was all Drakie's fault actually."

"Why?"

She eyed you suspiciously for a moment then decided she'd got nothing to lose and said:

"Well, he wanted to do it in front of that stupid office. He said it was way more exciting."

So Draco was actually playing with fire. Did he want to get detention? But it just doesn't make sense!

Before you could interrogate her further, Snape opened his door and silently invited you in with a motion of his hand. You followed Pansy in.

Draco was late. You both sat in the chairs in front of Snape's desk waiting in silence for him.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and Malfoy's head appeared finally.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy at last. Take a seat."

He didn't take points away from Slytherin as you were sure he would have done if Draco were from a different house.

"I think we all know why you are here: you can't control your emotions. Miss Sparks by attacking a teacher; Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson can't keep their desires for each other until they find their Common Room."

Snape looked at you with cold eyes but you could have sworn he winked at Malfoy.

"Now, now. I'd better keep the lovebirds away from each other. Miss Parkinson will follow Mr. Filch to the girl's bathroom on the second floor. Miss Myrtle has successfully made one of the toilets explode again, flooding the whole corridor. You will help him take care of the mess."

Pansy started to grin evilly at you when Snape added:

"Of course without using your wand. I'm sure Mr. Filch will be more than delighted to give you the necessary equipment." Her smile faded at once.

There was another knock on the door and Filch's ugly head came into view.

"Professor, we're ready." He said probably referring to Mrs. Norris.

"Miss Parkinson, would you please follow Mr. Filch?"

"Yes, sir."

She blew one last kiss to Draco, which he didn't react to. He seemed to care very little about Pansy, which surprised you.

He gave her a completely bored look, then turned his attention back to Snape.

Meanwhile, you were stealing glances at the window trying to catch a glimpse of Harry or the others but the pitch was nowhere to be seen from there, so you gave up.

"Miss Sparks, Mr. Malfoy, you will meet me in front of the Great Hall at midnight."

"At midnight?" You interrupted taken aback.

"Yes, at midnight. I hope your hearing is not failing you already at such a young age, Miss Sparks."

"I only found it strange, sir, that we are allowed to wander around at late night."

"A student should not question a teacher's decision. Certainly I have my reasons for the choice of time.

I suppose you know what a mooncalf is?"

He looked at the pair of you questioningly. When you both remained silent he continued.

"I would have thought you paid more attention during Care of Magical creatures, especially you, Miss Sparks."

You held his black coal gaze with matching intensity. Snape let out a sigh then continued.

"Mooncalves are shy creatures, only showing themselves at full moon. Professor Sprout had kindly requested some help in collecting their excrement. She was delighted when she heard that the two of you will happily give her a hand."

Snape seemed to greatly enjoy the disgusted expression appear on both your and Malfoy's face.

"The process must be done before the sun rises. Mooncalf dung is a quite useful fertilizer, making plants grow faster and bigger. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity to store some.

Oh, and before I forget you will not be allowed to use your wands either. Protective gloves are on the other hand permitted."

Snape stood up and so did the two of you.

"Now you may leave. I will be waiting for you at the decided time and place."

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At 12 p.m. you descended to the Great Hall, where Snape and Malfoy were already waiting for you.

On the way to the castle grounds not much was said. Draco and you quietly followed the dark figure of Snape. It was a clear night, but naturally you needed the soft light of your wands not to stumble over something.

Occasionally Draco's arm bumped into yours, but as he didn't seem to notice it, these were probably accidental.

Finally, you arrived to an area near Hagrid's Hut where Snape stopped.

You didn't need to ask why: the whole place was littered with the silvery 'remains' of the mooncalves.

"Well, you know your job. Collect the excrement in the buckets over there. When you are finished you are to bring it to the greenhouses. And don't think about getting only half of the job done. I have my ways of checking if you did as you were told or not."

He turned without saying goodbye, his black cloak billowing after him. His dark figure soon disappeared in the night, leaving you alone with Draco.

"Oh, I hate you so much, Malfoy! I can't believe I'm stuck here because of you, jerk!"

"My, my. I wouldn't use that voice if I were you." He said with his I'm-so-irresistible smirk on his face.

"Don't tell me how to behave. I could be sleeping in my bed right now."

"Stop whining Sparks. It's annoying."

"I'm not 'whining'. Anyway, let's get to work. I want to finish this fast."

Although still smirking, astonishingly he listened to you and started to collect the dung.

For a long time you worked next to each other in silence, now and then instructing the other where to go and such.

You were almost finished when suddenly Malfoy slipped on a slightly larger portion of dung and landed on his bottom.

You got into such a fit of laughter that your stomach began to hurt.

"Don't you dare laughing at me, Sparks!"

"Ha ha- I'm sorry- ha ha – It's just so damn funny."

You struggled with the words laughing so hard.

"If you think that's funny than what do you think of this?"

He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down, so you landed right next to him.

"Hey that hurt!"

With that you grabbed the nearest dung and smeared it all over Draco's shoe.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Just a little payback." You grinned at him, but after seeing the look in his eyes you decided it was best to get away from him as fast as you could.

You staggered up; took off the gloves you were wearing, and started to run.

"Sparks! You'll die for this!" He shouted at you in terrible anger.

"Only if you catch me!" You accelerated more.

You couldn't get far though. Soon you lost your momentary lead and he caught you.

He knocked you over and you both fell with Draco landing on top of you.

He quickly sat on you pinning your arms above your head.

"Let me go, Malfoy!"

"Now that's likely. I caught you, so I can do whatever I'd like to-"

"No, I've never said-"

He silenced you with a kiss. There was so much passion in it you were glad you were lying on the ground.

The bad thing was that you enjoyed it. Very much. You tried to convince yourself that it was Malfoy kissing you. C'mon, the Malfoy who irritates the hell out of you.

You finally pulled away.

"Draco, stop..."

"Why? It seems to me that you greatly enjoy what I'm doing…" He was softly kissing your neck.

"This is wrong. Really, really wrong. Blaise is…"

"Forget him for now."

He looked straight in your eyes. There was something different about him. His eyes were not as cold as always, instead he was gazing at you in a way you couldn't describe in one word. Desire certainly. But there was something more, some kind of deeper affection.

You had never seen him look at anybody else like this.

He kissed you again. Before you could fully give yourself to it though, you pulled away once again.

"Please let me go. It's not right. Even if I could forget Blaise, which I can't, - You emphasized that last part– I won't be just one of the girls who can't resist you..."

He opened his mouth to react to your words, when suddenly you heard faint shouts. Draco's body tensed as he tried to make out who the owner of the voice is.

As the person got closer, you understood what she was bellowing to the darkness.

"Drakie! Drakie, where are you?"

"Pansy." You both declared at the same time.

"I can't believe it! Be quiet, I don't want her to find us!" Draco whispered to you.

Your next move was a desperate one, but the only way to get yourself out of this situation was if Pansy found you.

"Pansy we are over here!" Your voice rang clear in the late night.

Draco stared at you in disbelief. He seemed like he truly couldn't understand why you did so.

Pansy heard your shout and was already running in your direction. Soon she found the pair of you still in the same position.

"Oh, Drakie! What are you doing on her?!" She asked pointing at Draco sitting on you.

"Get off her! You're just mine!" She started to pull Draco up.

"Stop dragging me, woman!" Malfoy stood up with an angry face. He turned to your now also standing form.

"Why did you do that?" He asked with an effort of keeping his voice cool and quiet.

You remained silent as you held eye contact with him. His eyes were not telling you anything anymore. Their coldness returned as if there was never

a change to begin with.

Without another word he tore his gaze away, turned, and left you with the open-mouthed Pansy.

"Wait, Drakie!"

She sprinted after him leaving you in the dark alone.

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