While in Detention

Draco sat in detention again. All because of Potter, Saint bloody Potter. 'It's
all his fault I'm here,' Draco thought, 'Cleaning the,' he shuddered a bit when
his hand slid on something dark, and well, greasy, 'house elf way.' The blond
muttered aloud, "You just wait Potter, until my father hears about this.
Students doing manual labor. Ha! What was that crack job McGonagall thinking!"


Draco stopped for a moment, just realizing what he did. Swearing, he threw his
rag in the bucket in front of him, "Great now I'm talking to myself! Ugh!" The
Slytherin kicked his cleaning bucket across the room, splattering gross water
all over the shiny trophies along the walls. Draco stopped a moment, surveying
the mess he just created, "Damn it! Bloody Potter!" The boy walked over to where
his bucket had landed, sighed, and started to clean the additional mess.


Draco's mind, no longer needed to think about the task before it, soon started
to drift as his muscles started to get into the swing of cleaning. He thought
about the reason he was in this detention and well, the ones since the beginning
of the year. And, as always, the Chosen One Potter was at the center of it.


Draco's parents had accepted his preferences and had decided that if they
couldn't get him to settle down with a nice purebred witch, they would settle
him with a wizard. Draco was fine with this, really he was. He got to go out
with handsome boys to gay night clubs. That was until he came back to Hogwarts
for his eighth year, and happened to see Potter.


Bloody Potter with his raven colored birds nest of utterly graspable hair. His
deliciously quidditch – toned body. Potter even traded those hideous circle
framed glasses of his for modern frames eerily reminiscent of an old headmaster.
And what did Potter do with his clothes? Gone were the ill fitting rags,
replaced with form fitting stylish digs! Draco's mind, nor his body, really knew
how to react to this new visually appealing Potter.


Draco had to shake his head, images of Potter would lead his body towards
something that couldn't be taken care of during a detention, especially a
detention Potter caused!


Draco wrung out his rag and moved to another section of wall to clean. His mind
continuing its meandering. Oh yeah Potter said he wanted to let the past go and
to put an end to all their foolish fights. Ha! Draco wasn't dumb enough to fall
for that, not even when Har- No! Potter held out his hand to shake Draco's,
reminding Draco of so many years ago on a certain train. He didn't even believe
Potter when the Gryffindor smiled his drool worthy dimpled smile. Not that Draco
would ever drool over that smile (except he did every time it was flashed at
somebody other than the blond).


Draco shook his head and paused, hearing the sound of footsteps he looked
around. The Slytherin frowned when he didn't see anything but figured it was
some idiot out after curfew. He sincerely hoped they got a detention. Better yet
he was still a prefect, maybe he could catch them and give the sneaky kid a
detention himself! Now that sounded like fun to Draco.


He looked back at his work, he hadn't really made any progress. Damn McGonagall
and her no magic rule. Bloody Potter! Draco sighed again and shifted his bucket
another foot or so. He squeezed his rag and continued cleaning the room.


'This is all Potter's fault' his mind told him, 'I bet Potter knows what he's
doing to you and is doing it on purpose!' Draco almost agreed with his...
Conscience?... Minds voice? He would have if he didn't know Potter as well as he
did. It seems years of watching a rival tends to let one have a lot of insight
on said rival.


So, Draco knew things about Potter he was sure others didn't, like the fact he
only ate toast on days he had quidditch or potions, to begin the day. Or how he
took the time out of his day to help someone who needed it. He knew even though
Potter wore loads of red, the ravens favorite color was green. Draco also knew
Potter wasn't happy with the Weaselette.


Two days ago, Draco decided to go up to Potter and do what any friend?
Acquaintance? Ex-rival? Would do. He was going to tell Harr- Potter what he
thought of the Potter/Weaselette relationship. Just as Draco went to open his
mouth BAM! He was tackled by a Weaselette! She had scratched and punched him.
Him, Draco Malfoy! He really had know idea what brought on this random attack,
but how could he, a Malfoy, ever know what a Weasel was thinking? Let alone a
Weaselette?


What was Draco to do? His physical body was being attacked by a lower standard
of a witch. He hexed her, right in the face. She had then ran out of the room
crying. And when Draco turned to look at Potter, the boy was laughing at him!
Not just any laughter but that oaf Hagrid size laughter. Upon being laughed at,
Draco did the only thing he knew to do, he ran back to the safety of the
Slytherin dungeons.


'One of those Gryffindorks must have told McGonagall' Draco's inner-monologue
told him, 'otherwise I wouldn't be cleaning. I bet it was Potter. Avenging his
precious Weaselette. Even if they aren't happy.' Draco heard something behind
him. He turned swiftly around... to see nothing. He could have sworn he heard
something. "I must be going insane, hearing things that aren't there" Draco
muttered to himself.


The Slytherin raised his rag to clean the next section of wall. He paused when
he felt a breeze on his neck, almost like a...breath. The fine hairs on the back
of his neck stood and a shiver went down his spine. Draco shifted his shoulders.
He looked around the room again, "This is all Bloody Potter's fault! Damn it!
Malfoy's don't do paranoid!"


The blond went to continue cleaning when he felt it again, the ghost of a
breath, on his cheek. He blushed when his mind conjured Potter's image to the
forefront. Draco couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if it was
Potter's breath on him. He shook his head.


Laughter, Draco heard it. He quickly stood up, kicking the bucket again in his
haste, and panicky glanced around the room. He was alone, only trophies for past
deeds were in the room with the Slytherin. Something across the room seemed to
gleam at Draco, though. He slowly made his way to the other side of the room. It
was a house cup from years ago. He raised his rag and wiped the gunk off. Simply
to be mocked by none other than a Potter. There on the cup was James Potter:
Chaser.


There it was again, that feeling of a breath on Draco's cheek. Only this time he
could hear it. Draco swiftly turned around and grabbed the air behind him. His
hand met... something vaguely like a cloak. The Slytherin snatched the cloak
like thing and came face to face with Harry bloody Potter. But not just any
Harry bloody Potter, no a smirking Harry bloody Potter.


Potter leaned towards Draco, "Hello Malfoy. I thought you were supposed to clean
the trophy room, not make a bigger mess of it." Draco gulped and looked around
the room, "Malfoy's do not do manual labor. How the hell am I supposed to know
how to do it?" Potter easily took Draco's rag from the blond's hand, "Well I
will just have to show you won't I?" The hero angled himself so his chest was
barely touching Draco's and could still run the rag against the wall.


Draco couldn't breathe. Here was the boy who got him into this bloody detention,
brushing his chest against Draco's own and effectively doing the blond's work.
Potter smirked, his lips inches from Draco's, "I found that hex you did on Ginny
to be bloody hilarious. And I'm sorry she attacked you." Draco nodded a little,
"So you weren't laughing at me?" Harry smiled and moved his lips closer to the
other boy's, "Nope, I was," he paused a moment, looking into Draco's silver
eyes, "laughing with. I was sad when you ran away."


Draco's pupils grew, "I didn't run away, I simpl.." He never finished his
statement because Harry silenced the Slytherin with his lips. The raven-haired
boy smiled when he came up for air, "So that's how you silence a snake." Draco
gaped, looking like a fish. Harry kissed him again. He whispered in Draco's ear,
"How about we take this to my room?" Draco's eyes widened, pupils dilating as
prospects of whats could be done in Harry's room. He ducked his head, "But
Potter I have to clean all of this room. Without magic."


Draco heard Harry chuckle. When he looked up he saw Harry pull out his wand. The
Gryffindor took a step away from the blond, making Draco whimper at the loss of
warmth. Harry muttered a spell and the room was clean.


Draco learned around the room, "DAMN IT POTTER! I had to clean this room WITHOUT
magic! Didn't you hear me just say that? Great! Now I'm going to get another
detention!" His rant was stopped by Harry kissing him again. Harry stroked
Draco's check, "McGonagall said you couldn't use magic. Nothing about me doing
magic. I don't want my boyfriend to spend to much time in detention. Not when he
could be spending that time with me."


Draco was confused, "Boyfriend?" Harry smiled at him, "Yes boyfriend silly.
Unless you don't want to be my boyfriend?" Harry looked unsure of himself, a
first for the entire encounter. Draco searched Harry's eyes and finding what he
was looking for, kissed him, "Yes boyfriend."


Harry smiled big and pulled Draco towards the door, throwing his invisibility
cloak over the two of them.


Draco had a feeling he wouldn't be having any more detentions, and if he did, at
least none of his detentions would be spent alone.