Detention

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Draco, sadly. Or anything HP, so don't sue me.
“Potter! Hey Potter! How come you’re late to Potions? Busy crying over your dead boyfriend Cedric? Or maybe crying over your dead, mudblood mum,” Draco called to Harry who was trying to sneak into the dungeon unnoticed. Harry’s eyes flashed with anger.
“I’m surprised you’re here, Malfoy,” Harry said, clutching his wand that was now emitting red sparks, “I thought you’d be off giving Voldemort a blow job right now…” Draco turned a pale shade of pink as he took out his wand, muttering. Snape whipped around, his eyes flickering between the two wizards. The rest of the class sat silently, watching.
“Detention for both of you, tonight. Twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, because you seem to think you are above the rules of being on time,” Snape drawled. Harry opened his mouth to retort but Snape silenced him with a wave of his hand. Draco and Harry scowled at each other from across the room.
“Can we get started now that you two are finished fighting?” Snape asked. Sensing danger ahead were they to continue fighting, both boys sat down, disgruntled.
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“Now that Potter has finally chosen to grace us with his presence,” Snape said as Harry walked into the dungeon, “I can give you two the directions.” Draco and Harry exchanged glares, “You are to scrub the tables and floor of this dungeon with no magic,” (Draco gave a look of outrage), “If you are not finished by 11 PM tonight you will be doing it tomorrow and any days following. That is all.” He swept out of the dungeon and Draco and Harry were left alone. Harry kicked the bucket moodily.
“This is a bloody waste of time. Just because you couldn’t keep your stupid, fat mouth shut I have to waste my evening muggle cleaning with you,” Harry said irritably.
“Because you know this is my secret fantasy, doing house elf work with you,” Draco said sarcastically.
“Here,” Harry said, tossing a brush at Draco’s chest with more force than necessary, “Just start cleaning so I don’t have to waste any more evenings down here.” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Right away, Lord Potter,” Draco drawled. He rolled up one of the sleeves of his white button down shirt to the elbow and began scrubbing the floor. Harry noticed Draco’s tan, muscular forearm and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Since when can albinos get tan?” Harry asked. Draco glanced at Harry then looked at his forearms. He laughed.
“You honestly thought I was albino? Man, I thought only Hufflepuffs were that thick.” Harry blushed and suddenly became very interested in scrubbing a table. As he bent over to get the farther edge of the table Draco found himself thinking how good Harry’s ass looked. Realizing what he was fantasizing about Draco shook himself roughly. They worked in silence for a while until Harry spoke.
“Hey Malfoy, can you take care of the rest of the tables over there if I do over here?”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I’m not a bloody house elf, that’s why the hell not.”
“You’re such a spoiled prick,” Harry said irritably. Draco snorted.
“And you’re not?”
“What do you mean by that?” Harry asked.
“Oh sorry oh Chosen one, the Boy Who Lived, have I offended you? Please. You have people eating out of the palm of your hand for something that happened when you were hardly a year old. Your greatest accomplishment is getting a stupid cut on your stupid head.” Draco ranted.
“You’re such a fucking douche bag,” Harry said, throwing down his brush, “Does having that Dark Mark make you feel like a big man, Malfoy? Following in your father’s footsteps and becoming a servant to the Dark Lord? Killing innocent people because you pride yourself in having sex with your cousins?”
“Are you challenging me? Do you actually want to fight, and not run away, back to Dumbledore, cradling your dead boyfriend?” Draco asked, smirking. Harry flushed with anger. He swiftly crossed the room and slammed Draco into the cold stone wall, holding the blonde up against it. Flushed and breathing heavy the pair glared at each other. Harry’s bright green orbs stared deeply into Draco’s pale gray, his breath hot on Draco’s cheek. Both leaning forward they kissed, sparks flying. They broke apart after a minute, panting heavier. Harry became immersed in staring at a spot at the floor, trying to sort out his thoughts. He looked up at Draco. Draco was staring at Harry, licking his bottom lip.
Their lips met again and Harry moaned as Draco took control of the situation, pushing Harry up against a table. The table screeched in protest against the still dirty stone floor but neither boy noticed. Their lips not yet parting Draco tore open Harry’s shirt, buttons flying. Draco’s green and silver silk tie was soon thrown across the room, landing in a bucket full of soapy water. Harry’s dark hair was soon even more a mess, standing straight up as Draco’s fingers combed through it. Harry’s hands yanked Draco’s head back as he kissed Draco’s neck.
When the clock struck eleven both boys jumped, breaking apart awkwardly.
“Well then,” Draco said, rubbing the back of his neck. He walked over to the bucket and took out his dripping tie. He tapped it with his wand, drying it instantly.
“I didn’t know you were gay,” Harry said.
“I’m not,” Draco answered, buttoning up his shirt, “But when the opportunity arises, I don’t see why not,” Draco said, smirking.
“So we didn’t really finish…” Harry began, looking at the dirt still on the floor.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night,” Draco said, winking.

The end.
Probably.

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