Harry Potter and the Odd Relationship

A/N: Thank you for the fabulous reviews Stef, thrnbrooke, paigeey07, smokey, BEE, lolo313, and Night The Storyteller. Night, I'm sure your questions will be answered in this chapter. I hope it's up to your expectations. And I would like to thank my wonderful beta who helped me with this chapter. (Last night I was totally going to scrap this chapter and begin anew.) She is always on call for my questions, ideas, and support. mistressmanage. LoveLove. :)

Harry walked briskly down the corridor to the Potions classroom. He knew better than to be late to a detention with Snape. Some would assume that Snape liked to make Harry’s life a living hell because of an old feud between the Marauders and himself. That was only half the reason. It was mostly Harry’s fault for his detentions. If he had listened to McGonagall about constantly controlling his temper, he wouldn’t have insulted Snape at the Order meeting in the beginning of the school year.

Well, I guess I shouldn’t have told him to go fuck someone to get the stick out of his arse. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Harry knocked on the door to the classroom, knowing to wait until Snape opened the door for him.

He was shocked to see none other than Draco Malfoy on the other side of the door as it opened. He noticed the blonde had a black eye. What the bloody-

“One word, Scarhead and I’ll jinx you,” Draco whispered fiercely at the raven haired boy.

Harry gulped. Draco stepped aside so he could enter the room, but Harry just stood there. Please don’t let me have detention with Draco too. Please don’t. Please. Ple-

Snape appeared at the door. “Potter, perhaps you would like to enter the classroom before I am keen to elongate your detention for tonight?”

Harry nodded and entered the classroom. He placed his hands in his pockets of his jeans and stood, waiting for directions. Draco stood a yard away from him. Vanilla and freshly cut grass entered his nose. He sniffed deeply and assumed it was from Malfoy.

“Tonight you will be cleaning out the three cupboards by hand. I want you to wipe down all the potion vials and the shelves. I will be able to detect any magic, Potter, so don’t think I won’t notice.” Snape looked directly at Draco and frowned. “Draco, Potter will not being doing all the work tonight. You are to help him. I don’t want arguments. I will be in my private quarters and will return in two hours. ”

The boys nodded.

Snape pointed to a cauldron that sat on a lonely table by the cupboards. An enchanted spoon stirred the potion. Harry noticed the steam rising from it in spirals. “Do not touch that cauldron or its contents. Do not taste it. Do not even smell it. Do you two understand me?”

“What? Is it dangerous?” Harry asked him warily.

“No. It takes a while to brew and I would rather not repeat the process. So keep your clumsiness to a minimum and there will be no problems.”

As soon as Snape exited the classroom, Harry pulled up his sleeves. Why did Snape leave? Usually he watches me like a hawk. Harry shrugged to himself and assumed that it was because the professor’s pet was here. He grabbed the cleaning supplies that were left on the desk and set to work. He started at the first cupboard and took the vials off the top shelf. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at Draco.

“Malfoys do not clean,” was the only reply from the blonde before he sat down at a desk.

Twit. “Look, Malfoy, have you ever had detention with Snape before?”

Draco sneered, “Of course not! I’m not some insolent prat. Unlike you.”

“Malfoy. What we have to do tonight isn’t half as bad as what I used to have to do. Sometimes he makes me scrub all the cauldrons clean. Or bottle potions for the infirmary. And sometimes he makes me copy shite from the thousands of Potions books he has. It’s bloody boring. But it is way better than the shite I had to do with Umbridge.” He rubbed his hand that used to have the ugly scars on it.

“Well maybe you deserved it, Potter. You should try being more like me instead of your savage friends. I’ve never had detention.”

“Except for tonight.” Harry snickered. His eyes widened as he realized that he said that aloud. “Um, what I meant was…”

“See here, Potter. I will not hesitate to send you to Pomfrey. But that may be doing you a favor since she’s the closest thing you have to a mum.”

Harry clenched his fist. Even though he knew he’d probably have detention until he was Dumbledore’s age, he wanted so badly to blacken the other eye on that evil bastard’s face. “If you don’t help me clean, I will tell all of Gryffindor that you’re a bloody ponce.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed. “Threatening, Scarehead?”

Harry shook his head. “Promising.”

Draco walked up to Harry and looked him eye to eye. “You fucking piece of shite.” His arm swung back and Harry flinched. Draco sneered as he reached around Harry to get the supplies. “Aw is Potty afraid of the big, bad Death Eater?”

Harry snorted. “Death Eater, my arse. You would have already hexed me you, prat.”

“Who says I won’t?” Draco raised his eyebrow and stepped around Harry to work on the cupboard furthest away from him.

Harry ignored him and transfigured a cauldron into more cleaning supplies. Fucking arse. I hope Snape doesn’t notice this one. If he does, I’ll just tell him that his fucking precious Slytherin git took the other cleaning shite.

The two worked in silence for the next hour. Harry could not take silence because it caused him to think too much. When he did attempt conversation with his rival, Draco said nothing to him. Harry took the hint and stopped talking. He made his way to the last cupboard before Malfoy had a chance. He had finished the first shelf when Draco made his way over to him.

“Shove over, Potter,” Draco muttered to him. His cheeks were pink and his face was blotched with sweat. His hair hung in his face instead of the usual slicked back gracefulness.

Harry licked his lips. Well, shite. He looks so…wow. He moved over. Draco transfigured a cleaning bottle into a plush pillow. He lowered himself on the pillow, crossed his legs as he sat, and tossed his wand on the table with the cauldron.

Harry gulped air into his lungs, knowing that Draco was so close to his crotch without realizing it. Visions that would cause Voldemort to blush battered his mind. He saw Draco teasing his cock with a warm suction. Stroking Harry to fullness. Letting Harry spread his seed all over his face. He licked his lips again. His hand itched to caress his half hard cock. He only knew one way to get rid of erections. Ramble.

“Er, why are you in detention? Because seriously Snape loves you. You’re like his favorite student. I used to think you were like his pet or something. But now you don’t seem so bad. Like we stopped arguing a lot until today. And um…yeah?” The last sentence was croaked out.

“Potter?”

“Uh, Yeah?”

“Just shut the hell up. Obviously I’m in no mood to converse. And definitely not with you.”

Ouch. Harry frowned. He swiped at the dust on the second shelf. He rubbed harder, trying to figure out why Draco had to be such a bastard to him. Ron said he can’t be anything but a bastard. But lately he’s left me alone. And when he’s not insulting me, he can be sort of cute. But definitely not in a “I totally fancy you, Ferret. Take me to bed!” Well maybe I wouldn’t mind the bed part. But he treats me like a git. Maybe he really does hate me? But why would he? It makes no sense. It never made sense!

“Why?”

Draco sighed and stopped cleaning. “Why what?”

“Why do you hate me?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Lately, I hate everyone.”

“But you don’t hate Blaise.”

“Shut up!” He snapped, looking at Harry sharply. “You don’t know shite about Blaise and me.”

“Well, are you guys like…together?”

“No.” His face darkened.

Harry's eyebrows scrunched together. “But I thought that…”

“Blaise is a fucking cheater like his whore of a mother. He cheated on me with a filthy fucking mudblood! He left me for a mudblood!” Draco sat up quickly and got in Harry’s face. His chest was rising and falling quickly in anger.

Harry stumbled back, bumping into the table. Some of the contents spilled from the cauldron. Harry swiped at liquid with a cloth. “Shite, Draco!”

Draco ignored him and continued ranting. “A fucking mudblood stole my boyfriend! I hexed him until boils were covering every inch of his skin. And Blaise takes his arse to the infirmary and the arse punches me in the eye! Fucking muggles!”

“Blaise hit you?”

“No, you dimwitted fool! Carlos! The fucking mudblood. He tried sending curses my way and I blocked every one of them,” he looked smug. “So he gave up and punched me.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Wasn’t used to the muggle ways, Malfoy?”

Draco reached back for a punch. The other boy was still laughing until a fist connected with his shoulder. Although Malfoy had terrible aim, his arm stung. He pushed Draco and the light haired boy snarled. He shoved Harry with so much vigor that he fell and hit his head on the leg of the table.

Harry scrunched up his face and blinked back tears as his hand raced to feel the damage of his head. He felt some blood coat his fingers.

“Shite!” Draco scrambled to the floor when he realized that Harry was bleeding. “Lie still! Accio wand!” Draco placed his wand between his teeth and moved Harry so that his head was in Draco’s lap. He took the wand from between his teeth and muttered a spell at Harry’s head.

He moved his head to dodge the spell and it hit the floor in between Draco’s legs. He kicked out and hit the table, trying to get away from Draco and his wand. Harry was entitled to be weary of a wand being pointed at his head. He continued to thrash when Draco tried his best to hold Harry’s shoulder’s down. Harry kicked at the table and the mother-of-pearl potion spilled on both of them. Vanilla and fresh grass hit Harry’s noise full force. Draco flung his hair back out of his own eyes.

“Stop being an arse! I’m trying to heal you!”

Wow. Definitely not what I assumed. Harry blushed and looked at the boy’s concentration. Merlin’s Beard! Harry you will not fancy Draco. He’s a git. He’s a ferret. Er, what else did Ron say about him? He’s evil. He’s Slytherin. His father is constantly trying to spew your guts on the ground when he’s not in prison. But Draco’s not his father. Yes, he’s Slytherin. But you always knew you were attracted to him. Those gray eyes are so intriguing. You always wanted to run your hand through that golden hair. It will probably feel silky between your fingers. Harry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Fuck.

A spell was muttered and suddenly the intense pain stopped attacking his head. “Er, thanks.” He tried sitting up, but Draco held him down.

“You have to lie down or the spell will make you nauseous.” He wiped the wetness from his face.

“Why are you being so nice?”

Draco scowled. “Malfoys are never nice.”

“Malfoy.”

“We aren’t.”

“Well Lucius certainly isn’t. And I don’t know your mother well enough. But Bellatrix is just plain nuts. If it’s genetic, then your mum probably is too.”

Draco gripped black locks and spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t talk about my family.” He tugged his hair once and let go.

Harry said nothing but rubbed his sore scalp. “How can you go from being such a prat to being concerned and …somewhat nice and then back to a total bastard? I don’t understand you, Malfoy.”

“I’m not a bastard. I just don’t want to hear about my family from you.”

“You talk about mine.”

“Or the lack thereof.”

Harry sat up and turned to face him. The other boy stared blankly at him. “You really are a bastard. Before, this shite used to bother me. Now I just think you’re pathetic.”

Draco reached out and cupped his face. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

What the fuck? “What the fuck?”

Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s. “You’re right. I am a prat a lot. But I’m just doing it because I get insecure and I desperately want your attention.”

Harry looked at Draco and noticed the boy’s eyes were glazed. “Er, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m in love with you.”

The spiral steam from the cauldron. The mother-of-pearl sheen. The different smells of vanilla and grass. Harry groaned. “Fuck!” Snape was making a love potion?! What the bloody hell! Fuck! Well, will it be so bad? You want to fancy him. But it won’t be real! You want real love. But you can’t focus on love if you need to save the world. Think of the prophet, Harry. But what’s the worse that can happen? You can’t really fight it, Harry. You can try…but what’s the point? Just sod it all.

Harry felt hot trickle up his spine to his head. It wasn’t a pain, but a pressure. He felt his breathing pick up. Giddiness ran through his mind. Bloody hell, the love potion was working on him also.

“Draco, I want to be with you forever.” Harry scooted closer to him even though the conscious part of his mind screamed in protest. That was quickly stamped out as Draco’s lips crashed against his own.

Sorry. I'm searching for a job this week so I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Maybe sometime this week or next week. Hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, loves.