Detention

“So how was detention?” Ron asked Harry as he walked into the common room. Harry’s mind flashed back to the torch lit dungeon with Draco and he smiled briefly.
“Harry?” Ron asked. Harry came down to earth with an unpleasant thump and faked a scowl.
“It was with Malfoy, how good could it be? I’m really tired though, I think I’m just going to go to bed…” Harry trailed off, heading towards the dormitories. Ron stretched and yawned.
“That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea,” he said, getting up and following Harry.
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“Whoa, Harry, where’d you get the hickies?” Ron asked as they were changing the next morning. Harry was buttoning up his shirt and looked in the mirror near his bed. Sure enough, he had several purple hickies traveling down his neck and collarbone.
“Oh, I, ah, had a date of sorts last night,” Harry lied.
“Last night? But weren’t you in detention with Malfoy?” Ron asked.
“Er, after,” Harry said, starting to blush.
“Who were you with?” Ron asked.
“Just some person… it’s nothing, really,” Harry said. He hurriedly put on his robes and went down to breakfast before Ron could say anymore.
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Harry walked into the Great Hall scanning the Slytherin table for Draco. His eyes found a blond head and he tried to catch Draco’s eye. Draco looked up and smiled briefly before turning his attention to Crabbe. Feeling particularly giddy, Harry went and sat next to Hermione, grinning.
“Why are you in such a good mood? Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
“No reason, really,” he said, reaching for the plate of bacon.
“So how was detention anyway? Ron said you just went to bed when you got back.”
“Snape made us do muggle cleaning. I’ve got to go back again tonight, we didn’t finish,” Harry said, trying to fake a disappointed voice.
“I’m surprised Malfoy didn’t just make one of his many house elves do it,” Hermione said dryly. Harry shrugged.
“It wasn’t that bad, actually,” Harry said, unconsciously rubbing at the hicky on his neck.
“Hiya Harry,” Ginny said perkily, batting her eyelashes.
“Hullo Ginny,” Harry said distractedly, trying to scan the Slytherin table for a glance of Draco again.
“Do you want to get together tonight and, ah, study?” Ginny asked him, gently pressing her leg up against his. If Harry noticed her advances he didn’t mention anything.
“Can’t. I’ve got detention again,” he said before getting up and leaving the table.
“See you later, Hermione,” he said. Ginny sighed deeply.
“Bye Harry,” she muttered under her breath, “He doesn’t even notice me,” Ginny said sadly to Hermione.
“Don’t take it personally, Gin,” Hermione said, “I don’t think he likes girls at all.”
“What?!” Ginny sputtered. Several people looked over, interested.
“Will you be quiet? I don’t want any rumors to start,” Hermione said.
“Sorry,” Ginny said, lowering her voice, “You really think he’s gay though?”
“I’m almost positive,” Hermione whispered, “I mean, I’ve always suspected it, but more recently it has just been more and more obvious.
“Do you think he has a, well, boyfriend?” Ginny asked.
“Well I did see a hicky on his neck… and he seems rather eager to go to detention…” Hermione trailed off.
“You think he’s with Malfoy?” Ginny asked, her mouth hanging open, “I thought Malfoy was with that ugly cow Pansy!” Hermione shrugged.
“I get the feeling he isn’t entirely straight either.” Ginny ran a hand through her hair, her eyes wide.
“Still, Malfoy? They’ve always hated each other,” Ginny said. Hermione shrugged again.
“I can imagine them having some twisted love-hate relationship…”
“Do you think Ron knows?” Ginny asked. Hermione snorted.
“Are you kidding me? He has the emotional range of a teaspoon, of course he doesn’t.”
“Bit of a nasty shock for him then,” Ginny said and the pair giggled.

A/N - I know it's a bit short but next chapter shall be Draco/Harry it'll work out, don't worry.