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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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6,258
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Detention in the potions room
Ch 3 Detention in the potions room
8:15 pm
Draco stood outside the potions classroom, deciding weather or not to go in. Looking at his watch, he sighed “8:17, I’m late… I’ll get in trouble if I don’t go in right now.” He ran his left hand through his hair, messing it up, and took hold of the knob. Opening the door he stepped in and scanned the room with his cloudy gaze. Snape sat at his desk, grading the day’s work, and Harry sat at the desk right in front of Snape’s, a comic book in front of him. “Mr. Malfoy” Draco looked up from Harry to stare intently at Snape. “You’re late, I need both you and potter for your detention, not just an abnormally early potter.” At the mention of his name Harry had raised his head to watch the conversation.
“Potter, put your muggle book away and follow Mr. Malfoy and myself.” Harry put the comic away and followed the two “men” into a back room. Snape pointed to the back wall, opposite of them, and said, “I want you to organize every potion on that wall into chronological order or creation date. In other words, put the oldest in the front and the newest in the back. Once you’ve organized them, I want you to clean the room.” Snape waved his hand and two buckets filled with soapy water materialized next to him. “I’ll be back at 10 to see how you’re doing.” On that note Snape swept from the room, his robes fanning out around him. The door closed and locked with a click, and Harry and Draco got to work. Starting with taking all the potions from the shelves and dusting them off. While Draco re-labeled the potions, Harry identified them and put them in order.
70 min later 9:40
Harry and Draco had just finished the organization and had just begun cleaning when Draco spoke up. “Potter why the fuck do you insist on eating at my table?” Draco had taken his robes off and set them to the side, he was clad in black jeans and a white polo shirt. His tie had been discarded with his robes. He was currently washing a particularly nasty shelf on one of the vacant bookshelves. Harry was still fully clothed and was scrubbing the remains of a spilled potion off the floor. Harry turned to face Draco, setting the rag down on the stain as he did so. “Draco, I’ve already told you; I like your table better.” Draco threw his rag down and stood up. “That’s another thing, stop fucking calling me Draco. It’s Malfoy to you.” “Draco, I’ll still call you Draco; because that’s your name.” Harry smiled at Draco and went back to work. Draco was pissed; he began to stomp his way over to Harry, when the door clicked open, causing both boys to look at it.
Snape stepped in holding a box of potions. “I have more for you to organize. Oh, it’s a miracle; you’ve been in each others company for an hour and a half and still haven’t killed each other.” Snape placed the box next to Harry and took a look at the room. “Finish the areas you’re working on, and do those potions, then you can go.” Snape strode from the room again, the door closing behind him. “Well I’ll get started on those potions, you finish your shelf.” Harry said, picking up the box and walking to the back shelves. Draco fumed silently ruthlessly taking his anger out on the shelf. After 35 minuets Harry turned away from the newly completed task of organization, to finish his stain; only to find it already cleaned up. Draco was sitting on the floor next to his bucket, cleaning the dirt from his fingernails.
Harry turned to Draco and smiled “thank you for finishing my work Draco.” Draco sniffed and stood up, walked over to Harry; arms crossed, and began to scowl. “Don’t thank me” he spat. “And stop calling me Draco!” Harry merely smiled and rested one of his hands on Draco’s crossed arms. “Why don’t you want me calling you Draco? Is it you think that I’m violating your name, or you think that by me calling you Draco you may have to call me Harry? Or maybe, just maybe, you like me calling you Draco, but you don’t like that you like it.” Draco stood stunned, jaw hanging loose, eyes wide. “No, none of those, I just don’t want you to.” Draco replied, in almost a whisper. Harry smiled again, bringing his other hand up to toy with Draco’s hair. “Oh, I think it is.” Harry leaned forward, taking Draco by surprise and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
TBC
8:15 pm
Draco stood outside the potions classroom, deciding weather or not to go in. Looking at his watch, he sighed “8:17, I’m late… I’ll get in trouble if I don’t go in right now.” He ran his left hand through his hair, messing it up, and took hold of the knob. Opening the door he stepped in and scanned the room with his cloudy gaze. Snape sat at his desk, grading the day’s work, and Harry sat at the desk right in front of Snape’s, a comic book in front of him. “Mr. Malfoy” Draco looked up from Harry to stare intently at Snape. “You’re late, I need both you and potter for your detention, not just an abnormally early potter.” At the mention of his name Harry had raised his head to watch the conversation.
“Potter, put your muggle book away and follow Mr. Malfoy and myself.” Harry put the comic away and followed the two “men” into a back room. Snape pointed to the back wall, opposite of them, and said, “I want you to organize every potion on that wall into chronological order or creation date. In other words, put the oldest in the front and the newest in the back. Once you’ve organized them, I want you to clean the room.” Snape waved his hand and two buckets filled with soapy water materialized next to him. “I’ll be back at 10 to see how you’re doing.” On that note Snape swept from the room, his robes fanning out around him. The door closed and locked with a click, and Harry and Draco got to work. Starting with taking all the potions from the shelves and dusting them off. While Draco re-labeled the potions, Harry identified them and put them in order.
70 min later 9:40
Harry and Draco had just finished the organization and had just begun cleaning when Draco spoke up. “Potter why the fuck do you insist on eating at my table?” Draco had taken his robes off and set them to the side, he was clad in black jeans and a white polo shirt. His tie had been discarded with his robes. He was currently washing a particularly nasty shelf on one of the vacant bookshelves. Harry was still fully clothed and was scrubbing the remains of a spilled potion off the floor. Harry turned to face Draco, setting the rag down on the stain as he did so. “Draco, I’ve already told you; I like your table better.” Draco threw his rag down and stood up. “That’s another thing, stop fucking calling me Draco. It’s Malfoy to you.” “Draco, I’ll still call you Draco; because that’s your name.” Harry smiled at Draco and went back to work. Draco was pissed; he began to stomp his way over to Harry, when the door clicked open, causing both boys to look at it.
Snape stepped in holding a box of potions. “I have more for you to organize. Oh, it’s a miracle; you’ve been in each others company for an hour and a half and still haven’t killed each other.” Snape placed the box next to Harry and took a look at the room. “Finish the areas you’re working on, and do those potions, then you can go.” Snape strode from the room again, the door closing behind him. “Well I’ll get started on those potions, you finish your shelf.” Harry said, picking up the box and walking to the back shelves. Draco fumed silently ruthlessly taking his anger out on the shelf. After 35 minuets Harry turned away from the newly completed task of organization, to finish his stain; only to find it already cleaned up. Draco was sitting on the floor next to his bucket, cleaning the dirt from his fingernails.
Harry turned to Draco and smiled “thank you for finishing my work Draco.” Draco sniffed and stood up, walked over to Harry; arms crossed, and began to scowl. “Don’t thank me” he spat. “And stop calling me Draco!” Harry merely smiled and rested one of his hands on Draco’s crossed arms. “Why don’t you want me calling you Draco? Is it you think that I’m violating your name, or you think that by me calling you Draco you may have to call me Harry? Or maybe, just maybe, you like me calling you Draco, but you don’t like that you like it.” Draco stood stunned, jaw hanging loose, eyes wide. “No, none of those, I just don’t want you to.” Draco replied, in almost a whisper. Harry smiled again, bringing his other hand up to toy with Draco’s hair. “Oh, I think it is.” Harry leaned forward, taking Draco by surprise and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
TBC