Spending your Saturday morning in detention with Draco Malfoy isn’t exactly an ideal way to start off your weekend. For Harry at least.
See, all of this was Malfoy’s fault really. If he didn’t run his mouth constantly, Harry wouldn’t have purposely poured an unfinished potion on his hand. Turns out it burnt people. Y’know Snape should’ve put that in the list of side effects!
Anyway, as you can assume Draco freaked out and began to swat his hand in all different directions causing the entire cauldron to fall over. As you can tell, Snape was NOT pleased with these actions. The smell was rotten and the frantic noises coming from both boys was disturbing to say the least. So of course the only reasonable thing to do was to put both in detention! Together! People always did say Snape was the smartest out of the teachers.
“Harry, if you don’t survive this, we’ll bury you next to your parents,” Ron gave Harry a reassuring nod, frowning lopsidedly. The second Snape had put together the punishment, Harry thinks Ron was more shocked than he was. Harry chuckled and nodded, giving Ron a thumbs up. The Gryffindor common room was always quiet during the weekends, it had a dark atmosphere to it, much unlike the actual week.
“Thanks for the reassurance, Ron, definitely needed it. I’ll be back within an hour and a half,” Harry swiftly left the room, waving goodbye to the Fat Lady who was already practicing her very awful singing. Bloody hell, someone should tell her to shut her trap already!
Harry took notice of the castle more when he was alone. He noticed how Peeves would set up the equipment for his usual mischief plans to perform later in the day, and how the people in the portraits would moan and groan about the early hours of the morning.
If Harry remembered correctly, the detention was supposed to take place in the Potions lab. Yes that was it! He and Malfoy had to help clean up the mess they had made, which was definitely not going to be enjoyable. “Harry! Why up so early?” Harry jumped back at the sight of Nearly-Headless Nick suddenly floating out from the walls, placing a transparent hand on the scarred boy’s shoulder. “Uh.. I’ve got detention, sir,” Harry smiles softly, continuing his way to the lab. St Nick let out a shudder and immediately backed off.
Harry knew Nick was usually very interactive but he avoided educational discussions as much as possible. Luckily, Harry was able to resume his journey to the, oh so loved, potions lab without any trouble. He cautiously peeked through the cracked open door, and that’s when he saw Malfoy.. talking to himself? No, it looked more like frantic muttering.
“Saint Potter.. bloody burning me.. my father will hear about this!” Draco stammered, pacing around the room, seemingly looking for something. Harry was hesitant about walking in, careful not to set Malfoy off but the knowledge of Snaps potentially walking over to see Harry just lurking outside quickly resolved his doubts.
Harry sighed and stepped slowly into the room, catching the smokey whiff of the potions the pair had spilt yesterday. Draco looked up from the floor and immediately scowled at the sight of the glassed boy. “I can’t believe you got us into this. This is servant stuff!” Draco complained, making childish hand gestures. Harry noticed he did that quite often when he was pissed. “Me?! You’re the one who wouldn’t stop running your mouth!” Harry yelled, grabbing a broom which was lazily leaning against the wall next to him.
Draco grumbled something under his breath before he started pacing again. This went on for about ten minutes, constant whispering and no helping. “Malfoy, I’m not being funny but can you actually start helping? I’ve been doing half the work while you’ve been yapping the entire time!” Harry spoke up, causing Draco to knit his brow and frown. He slung his arms across his chest and looked Harry up and down as if he was a peasant.
“Why would I do any of that work when it’s your mess?! If you didn’t burn my hand, I would’ve never knocked all of that over!” Draco nodded down to the mess of the floor, resting his weight onto the right side of his hip. Harry rolled his eyes and looked back at the platinum haired boy, who looked irritated by just the fact Harry was breathing.
“So you admit you did knock it over! So doesn’t that mean you should be contributing to cleaning it?” Harry arches an eyebrow, and chucks the broom over to Malfoy, who catches it just in time before it whacks him in the forehead. He brings his face up into an all too familiar scowl and stubbornly walks over to the mess he previously made, using a swish of his finger, making it disappear. “Not smart enough to think of that, Potter?” Draco grins, shoving the broom back into Harry’s grip. The green eyed boy groans and sits onto a stool placed near the closest table.
Then the muttering started again.
To Harry, it seemed like Draco was just mumbling insults but too tired to start an actual argument. That was until he looked like he was having a real conversation with himself. “Malfoy, you realise people are going to start thinking you’re insane if you keep doing that?” Harry deadpanned, resting his head on his palm. Draco looked up again, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He replied nonchalantly, shrugging carelessly. Harry sighed and buried his head into his arms. Thirteen year old boys deserve to get a good nights rest!
But it was awfully hard to go back to sleep when a certain blonde consistently yapped for another 5 minutes. “Ok, Malfoy. I’m only doing this to get you to shut up. What’s going on?” Harry looked up and nodded towards the stool opposite him. Draco looked flabbergasted at Harry’s remark but complied to his request much to the brunette’s surprise. He sat down and stared annoyingly into the scarred boys eyes.
“I just don’t get how you so easily get away with everything! Like I don’t understand why or how you are so perfect? You’re not even that remotely fun to be around with. And your presence makes my mind go all fuzzy to the point I become sick when I look at you! Speaking of looking, stop staring at me with those stupid green eyes of yours and dumb pretty freckled face! I need you dead, desperately,”
There are two things Harry learnt from that odd interaction.
1: Malfoy is a surprisingly fast talker
2: He was undeniably head over heels for Harry
Harry felt goosebumps crawl on his arms as he felt a pile of heat rise in his stomach. Malfoy wasn’t even finished.
“I honestly don’t get how you are not 6ft underground yet! I mean, how many times have you almost died within your thirteen years of life? Merlin, if I had it my way I would just kill you right now! I’d put my hands around your bony neck and strangle you until your strangely soft skin is rigid and cold as ice! Why are your eyes so bloody green too? Every time I look at you my heart skips a beat at how unbelievably ugly you are! Who gave you free will to walk around?!” Draco eventually started to stammer as he spoke so quickly, he barely let Harry get a word in. Draco was panting by the time he finished his rant. He looked up at Harry, stubbornness presented in his eyes.
“Is this a love confession?” Harry grinned, tapping a finger against his cheek. Draco’s mouth gaped open, immediately sputtering out gibberish in attempt to defend himself, which failed miserably considering he wasn’t actually saying anything intelligible. Harry laughed and slouched backwards, almost falling over but saving himself the last second. “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid!” Harry wiggled his eyebrows up and down, a shit eating grin on his face. Draco settled with a moody pout, shoving himself backwards and walking away from the conversation. Harry found himself laughing even more, not noticing the voices from outside the lab.
“Is this really happening right now?” Ron asked, his eyes widened, torn between laughing or crying. Hermione scoffed and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the situation. “It’s about time, honestly. You would’ve thought they’d notice how obsessed they are with each other after 3 years,” The girl said, rolling her eyes, neglecting Ron’s protests “Like hell! Malfoy is bloody obsessed with Harry!”
“Who isn’t, Ron?”