Thank you everyone for all of your ideas for Harry Potter's detention! They really helped me get over my road block, and now I can have so much fun torturing the Famous Harry Potter. Wait, did I say torturing? I meant letting him find his beautiful romance with Draco Malfoy… heh, right…

Anyways, now that I am done with the bowing and scraping towards my readers, shall we continue?…

"10 points from Gryffindor."

Harry hated Snape. He hated him with the passion of a student who is bullied by a thoughtless teacher, who hates his father, and insults him and humilates him in front of everyone, all because he is rich and famous and might possibly be the Chosen one, and said teacher finds it entertaining. (A/N try saying that all in one breathe. Bet ya you can't) Harry desperately wanted to get his revenge on the man.

"Unless you want to continue on losing points I advise that you get here earlier, Mr. Potter, is that understood?" The light from the torches on the sides of the room shined off of Snape's over greased hair, as the teacher leveled the celebrity with an uninterested look. The teacher turned away from the 2nd year, his cloak-like robe rustling around him like black leaves all latched together. "Now, back to the subject of the properties of Dragon's blood." The potion's master continued not allowing Harry to argue the fact that he was helping out Professor Bins, teacher of the History of Magic, and was holding a pass to excuse his tardy.

"Uh… Professor," Harry began. He knew Snape wouldn't care, but he didn't want his house to lose points for something as trivial as this.

Professor Snape paused, slowly turning back around. "What else do you need, Mr. Potter?" Snape dragged out the name slowly adding a feeling of forboding.

Harry lifted up the pass mutely for Snape to see. To Snape's credit, he didn't even twitch.

"Ah… well then, you can take your seat." Snape moved to turn back around but was again paused by the 16 year old.

"Sir, what about the points?"

The question hung in the air, creating an interesting tension, as Snape realized that he was being talked to and Harry realized that bringing this up was not the best idea.

"Ah, of course. 10 point reinstated to Gryffindor." Harry relaxed. "And 15 points from Gryffindor," Harry's head jerked up at this, meeting his teacher's eyes. "for…talking…out…of turn." Snape gave a cold smile that would never reach his eyes in a million years, and turned around to continue his lecture.

Harry sighed in annoyance at the unfair treatment, but decided to go to his seat instead of risk making the situation worse. He shot Ron, who sat right next to him, a look. Ron shrugged at the glance of total anger and humilation. The shrug seemed to say, 'What are you going to do? He's a teacher.'

Harry sighed in agreement and pulled out a quill and some parchment to take the notes needed to pass the class. Snape actually collected the notes at the end of each class. It was totally bogus since he never looked at the notes unless he was trying to catch someone not paying, but it was better safe than sorry, especially today.

Snape continued to drone about how Dragon's blood gave different potions different characteristics and Harry decided it was best if he just copied down whatever Snape was saying instead of trying to decipher what was important from the speech.

Draco was three rows down and ten seats over. He was on the side that was curving against the wall so he had the perfect view of the entire classroom. Harry had seen the blond hair out of the corner of his eye when he was arguing with Snape. Harry couldn't help but pay attention to the exact location of the Slytherin boy was. The habit to search out the boy's location was now engrained into Harry's day-to-day procedure.

Nothing had changed at all, anyways. Draco still stared at Harry, and Harry pretended to be oblivious, all the while avoiding looking or coming into contact with the blond.

It was twenty minutes to the end of class when Snape sprung his surprise.

"You will have a project due in one week." The entire class suppressed a groan. Projects in themselves were bad, but projects assigned by Snape were even worse. "Each of you will study three different types of potions. You will study a life potion, a death potion and a miscellaneous potion. You will also have a three page overview paper of all three types of potions. Then, from each section you will choose a specific potion in which you will go into depth in a two page paper of each. Each student must turn in all 9 pages on Monday of next week." Harry felt like banging his head against his desk. "For this project each of you will get a partner."

This brought life to the classroom. Projects weren't half as bad when you had someone to do it with! Each student turned to find their best friend and make sure they had a person designated as their partner. NO on wanted to be the person assigned a partner.

Harry instinctually turned towards Ron trying to make sure that his best friend didn't decide to go with Hermoine, who would undoubtably do all the work. Ron, however, was already turned and looking back at Harry, probably checking the same thing.

The soft shuffling was too much for Snape. "I will be assigning your partners!" He almost yelled, barely keeping his angry voice down. This time the class really did moan, unable to stop themselves. Snape smirked at all of the angry students.

'He's such a sadist!" Harry thought, watching Snape have the time of his life at the expense of the teenagers. 'He really just wants to take the fun out of everything!' Harry tried not to glower at the man, 'Well as long as I don't get paired up with Draco I'll be fine.'

5 minutes and a lot of groaning later, Harry stared in horror at the board at the front of the class. He should just give up he idea of ever having a fair life. Not only was Draco his partner, but Snape had inserted the stipulation that each partner had to have a minimum of five hours in the library, researching…together!

Ron patted Harry's back apologetically as he moved to sit next to a Ravenclaw boy. But Harry didn't feel it. All he felt was the dread of being together, with Draco…alone.

Or perhaps not alone…well not alone if Harry played his cards right. Maybe he could get either Ron or Hermoine on the same time slot at the library. That would destroy the awkwardness of being alone with the Slytherin!

As Harry began his battle plan, Draco calmly walked across the room, and sat in the now vacated seat next to Harry. Harry didn't even realize the boy was there until Draco dropped a book lazily onto the table.

Harry jerked out of his reverie to see the gray-eyed boy beside him. After seeing Draco's critical eye brow raise, Harry quickly grabbed his own potion's book, trying to do something to distract himself from the nearness of the other teen

'I swear that chair wasn't so close when Ron was sitting in it!' Harry thought, flipping through the pages of his book. 'Man I wish this day would just END!' Harry paused on a page pretending to be reading it.

"Durgegous." Draco murmured out of the blue.

Harry froze. "Wh-What?"

A pale hand reached out from his right, tapping the page Harry was pretending to read. The hand was so white compared to his own sun-tanned arm. It looked…fragile. And not only that, Draco had moved closer when he reached across to Harry's book. He had turned profile in the seat so his knees were brushing up against the edge of Harry's chair. Draco had also angled his body forward, taking up the space near Harry's right arm. Harry felt like he couldn't breathe! All the air seemed to float out of his mouth making him feel light headed, and making his mouth feel dry.

"Durgegous." Draco repeated, sounding bored. "It cures some stomach disease or other. That could be the life potion."

Harry focused on the page behind the pale hand. 'Oh…He was talking about the project!'

"Oh…uh, yeah, maybe. Um…"Harry didn't know what to say next. And the pale hand was still lazily put across his book, the elbow of it's owner resting on the table. "So that's our…um…life potion, uh, then… our death potions, right! We should look for one of those." Harry felt like his face was on fire. What the hell was wrong with him?

The pale hand left the book coming to support the blonde's head as the teen looked Harry over, watching his ever-reddening face. Draco studied the other boy, carefully.

Harry turned the page quickly, trying to focus but failing miserably. The intense scrutiny from the other boy was so much different then the usual staring. It was much more pointed and uncomfortable. Harry finally found a page that had an interesting title. He didn't really care what it said, he just wanted something for Draco to focus on other then himself.

"What about this?" Harry quickly glanced up at his partner to see what he thought.

Draco was staring sidelong at the book, his face more turned towards Harry then anything else. While they sat there, in their dome of silence, Harry started to look at Draco, really look at him. He stared at Draco's eyes first. The gray irises were compelling, even when they weren't looking straight at the other boy. Harry was surprised at how long the lashes were, even as pale as they were. Slowly Harry's green eyes slipped past a straight nose and came to Draco's lips. They weren't flat like he expected to be, but they weren't full like a girl's mouth. They were, at the moment, slightly open, as the Slytherin was lost in thought. Harry continued his gaze down to Draco's neck, which was smooth, conjoining the jaw with the shoulder. It was so exposed right now, with Draco leaning against his hand. Harry traced his eyes back up to look at Draco's eyes again. Which were looking straight back at him…

Harry froze. Draco didn't look disturbed, not in the least. He just kept Harry's gaze, his eyes commanding Harry to not look away.

"Getting distracted?" Draco asked his voice creating innuendos where there shouldn't be any. "Maybe I could help you focus, Harry." Harry's stomach flip-flopped at the use of his first name. It seemed to slide down his spine, making Harry swallow and shiver.

"RIGHT!" Harry ripped his eyes away from the Malfoy, snapping the tension that had woven around them. "So we are using Durgegous as our life potion and the Tarry poison as our death potion. So all we have left is a miscellaneous potion."

Draco looked dazed from the conversation whiplash. Harry grabbed his quill and paper and started writing hurriedly, hoping his hand could keep up with his beating heart.

"This is…" Harry couldn't find bad enough words for the situation he found himself in. "ARGH!" He let lose his anger in a yell of frustration.

Ron, Neville, and Seamus shared a look. They were in their joined bedrooms after dinner. Neville was sitting on the floor as Seamus lounged on his bed on Harry's right.

"It could be worse, you know," Seamus put in.

Harry shot him a glare. "Worse how?"

"Well, you could be put with a guy who doesn't know a thing he's talking about."

"Or a girl who only cares about her looks," Neville spoke up.

"Hey," Ron interrupted. "That's not that bad! I mean that girl's hot!"

"Sure, but she doesn't do anything!" Neville argued.

"Oh what, and you think that Luna would be better?" Ron taunted.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the look on Neville's face.

"Hey, enough talk about girls," Seamus cut in.

"What, you want to talk about guys?" Ron asked quirking an eyebrow, but his smile said he was just joking.

Neville joined Harry in his laughter at that one.

Seamus rolled his eyes. "You would know." Harry and Neville laughed harder as Ron blushed at how the tables had turned.

"Anyways," Seamus continued, "I was thinking of setting up a prank."

The other boys turned in anticipation.

"We could play one on either Professor Snape or Professor Flitwick who gave us the 5 page report due tomorrow."

The group went silent.

"If we do it on Snape, he'll skin us alive…" Neville muttered. The other boys nodded quietly, each thinking of the many detentions that Snape could make for them.

"Then Flitwick it is." Ron decided.

They left quietly through the painting and started their way down the corridor, keeping as silent as they could.

"We're going to need a guard," Seamus whispered over his shoulder.

Harry rose his hand slightly to let them know that he was volunteering. After a confirming nod, Harry took his position outside of Flitwick's study, as Seamus, Ron, and Neville slipped inside to see how they could start a prank.

Harry stood attentively for five minutes, but after no sound was made, he let his mind start to wander. He watched a painting of a sleeping man, wondering to himself if Draco was awake at this hour.

Harry shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. 'What do I care if a Slytherin boy is awake or not? I mean sure he stares at me, and all. And he is kinda sexy. I mean when he talked to me today he had such an imposing figure. I mean if he pushed me down, I wouldn't mind at all.' Harry floated off into dream world, not noticing his approaching doom. 'Ugh, what am I thinking! I'm not gay! How could I even think that Draco Malfoy could possibly be dreamy, and handsome, and oh so sexy. I wonder how toned his chest is. Well, being on the Quidditch team has got to do something to it…right?'

"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter." A voice proclaimed. Harry froze, then turned uncertainly to face the man who had just caught him.

To be continued…

Wow, each chapter just keeps getting longer and longer! (sigh)

Well R&R, oh and could you tell me if my writing is going down? Sometimes I feel like I am getting worse with each chapter…