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Detention
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all purely J.K. Rowling’s brilliance.
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Chapter Five – Detention
Over the years, Harry had realized that dreading detention always seem to make time go faster. Take today for example. It was already 7:25, only thirty-five minutes away from hell. The victory from making Draco lose his composure had been sweet, but short-lived, and had certainly worn off by now. All the remained was annoyance at the fact that the detention was with Snape himself.
After a half hour of sulking, he reluctantly pulled himself out of his comfortable position in the Gryffindor common room and headed to the dungeons.
He arrived at Snape’s classroom with a minute to spare and knocked. Snape opened the door and stopped, clearly surprised that Potter had actually managed to be on time. He quickly recovered and snd “Wd “Well? Come in, do you think I gave you detention so that you could stand in my doorway?” Harry rolled his eyes and stepped into the room.
A great number of cauldron occupied the middle of the room, and the Gryffindor groaned inwardly. “No magic. I will be in my office, grading papers. Draco will stay with you to make sure you do what you’re supposed to, and I’ll be back to check on you soon”, Snape said, then swept from the room. The blonde stepped out of a corner of the room, smirking. Oh, great, Harry thought sarcastically.
:It is wonderful, isn’t it.: Draco said cheerfully.
Harry sighed, turned his back on the boy, and began cleaning cauldrons. Where does he get the right to mock me?? The last time I checked, I had one dream about him, and he jerked off thinking about me and dreamed about me. I’m the one who’s supposed to be bothering him. He scrubbed harder, suddenly furious.
The footsteps of the approaching blonde went unnoticed by the fuming raven-haired boy. Until, that is, he felt Malfoy’s hot, wet mouth on the back of his neck. He froze, closing his eyes involuntarily, moaning in his mind. “You know,” Malfoy reminded him, his hot breath making Harry shiver, “I can hear that you’re moaning in your head. “Really,” Harry breathed, too distracted to care. Malfoy’s tongue traveled up to his ear, tracing it, while slim hannakenaked around his waist. No longer caring what Draco might think, Harry turned around, placed his hands behind the blonde’s neck, and pulled the Slytherin’s mouth to his.
Draco responded immediately, moaning despite himself. :I never expected you to be the one to do that: Draco commented. :Shut up: was the growled response, and Potter deepened the kiss. :Gladly:. The blonde’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling Harry’s body flush against his, making the other moan at the contact. Harry ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Draco quickly granted him. He gasped at the feel of Harry’s velvety tongue exploring his mouth. Disappointment at the loss of contact flooded through Draco as the raven-haired boy tore his mouth from his, but he was soon pushed against a desk with Harry’s mouth on his neck, trailing a blazing path down Draco’s neck.
You’re supposed to be the dominating one, his sub-conscious reminded him. You’ve never let anybody else have control over you before. While Draco knew this was true, Harry’s tongue on his skin felt too perfect to push away. He closed his eyes in bliss and moaned, and the Gryffindor smirked. So this is what complete control feels like. Suddenly the hand running through his hair pulled his head up, and the Slytherin’s mouth claimed his once again. Slim, pale hands twined in raven hair, as strong tanned ones did the same to hair that was silver-blonde. Both lost themselves in the intensity of the kiss, ignoring the voices in their heads that told them they weren’t supposed to enjoy each other this much.
A door opened in the background, and Snape stood dumbfounded at the sight that greeted him. Onyx eyes closed and reopened incredulously, as if unable to comprehend. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were making out in his classroom. “Oh my God,” he breathed.
Sensing his godfather’s presence in the room, Draco broke from the kiss, and said calmly, “Hey Sev.” Harry whirled around, looking for Snape, who remained standing still as a statue. He immediately blushed bright red, burying his head in his hands. :I can’t believe Snape just caught us making out.:
The blonde rolled his eyes. :Honestly, Potter, don’t be such a prude.:
He proceeded to walk over to his godfather and wave his hand in front of Snape’s face. The professor snapped out of his stupor. “How is it,” he asked carefully, “that I left you on opposite sides of the room, believing you hated one another, and return to find you PRACTICALLY MAUILING EACH OTHER?”, voice rising with each word.
“Well, it would seem that we’re attracted to each other,” the blonde drawled,
Snape sent his godson a murderous glance. “Well, thank you so much for clearing that up for me, because there was no way I would have ever guessed.” Sarcasm aside, he asked curiously “How is it that you two put your differences aside long enough to discover the attraction? I thought you wouldn’t go one day without getting into a fight.”
Draco shot a glance at Harry, who had finally stopped blushing. :Should we tell him about the link?:
:I suppose. I mean, we haven’t told Dudoredore yet, and someone should know.:
:That’s true. And he is my godfather, so he deserves a truthful answer,:
:Snape’s your godfather??: Harry asked, surprised.
:Yes, do you think I would risk calling him Sev if he wasn’t?:
Harry snorted, obviously amused by this.
“I’m kind of waiting for an answer here,” Snape reminded them in an annoyed tone. Draco took a deep breath.
“Well, ever since my sixteenth birthday, I’ve been able to sort of tap into Potter’s mind, and his thoughts.”
“And the night I turned sixteen was the night when I gained the same ability,” Harry put in.
“So we kind of started taking to each other mentally through the link, and we found that we get along well, that we don’t hate each other, and we sort of appreciate each other now.” Draco finished.
:If only he knew just how much,: Harry grinned.
Draco smirked. :I think we should keep that to ourself for now, he already caught us kissing.:
:Good point.:
The elder Slytherin seemed stunned. “This link…” he murmured. “You say that it opened on the night of each of your sixteenth birthdays?”
“Yes,” Draco replied. “Why?”, he asked, noting the thoughtful look on Snape’s face.
“I’ll have to do some research,” was the reply, “but I have a feeling this link could mean a hell of a lot more than you two ever thought it did.” He looked up. “Were you planning on telling anyone about this?”
Harry answered this time, walking over to the two. “Yes, we were considering telling Dumbledore, but then tonight happened, and you found out first.” He pouted.
“Don’t pout like that,” complained Draco. It just makes me want to kiss you all over again.”
“So what stopping you?” replied Harry, and leaned over to kiss Draco, who responded immediately, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor’s neck.
“Oh, stop that!” Snape exclaimed annoyed, and they reluctantly pulled apart. “It’s bad enough that I had to witness it once.” He paused, turning his calculating eyes to his godson. “Draco, what are you going to tell Lucius?”
“I was thinking of something along the lines of not telling him,” the blonde drawled.
“Draco, if you have a mental link with Potter, there is a huge chance it means more. You two could be connected in Merlin knows how many ways. You might be connected magically. Lucius must not find out about this, or he will use you to get to our Golden Boy here.”
Draco didn’t question why Snape was looking to keep Harry safe, for he had known his godfather was a spy for quite some time now. He had even expressed his lack of support to Snape on various occasions. Harry, however, was unaware of Draco’s support for the opposite side.
He looked questioningly at Draco. “Why would you care if the link provided a quick way for your father to get to me?”
The Slytherin threw a quick glance to his professor, who nodded. “Well, I kind of…don’t support Voldemort.” A glance from Snape urged him to continue. “In fact, I support your side of this stupid war.”
Harry’s face broke out into a smile. “That’s great. I could kiss you right now, that’s so great!”
Draco’s heart swelled at this, while the black-haired professor ordered “Don’t,”.
“It’s not great,” commented the blonde after a minute, “seeing as if Father ever found out, you’d be searching for my body.’
“Which is why,” Snape added, “you musn’t telybodybody. Neither should you, Potter. I will have a talk with Dumbledore in the morning, and you two should leave now.”
They obeyed, exiting the room together. “Draco, I’m really glad you’re on my side…” Harry began. Draco shushed him with a finger on his full lips, then leaned in to replace his finger with his mouth. This quickly turned into Harry being pressed up against the wall. Finally pulling apart, panting, they went their separate ways.
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This was one hell of a night, Draco thought. I can’t believe Potter got to me that much. First he becomes the only person I have ever wanted to control me, and then I was deeply touched by how happy he was when he found out I was on his side. I want to play for the winning team, that’s the only reason I’m on his side to begin with, he told himself unconvincingly. Harry doesn’t really mean anything to me. But when we were kissing, it felt so much more than just physical. I felt…complete. Pushing this thought aside, Draco turned on his side to go to sleep.
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Who would have ever imagined that Draco Malfoy would be on the Light side? And why in the world did I feel so happy when I found out? He figured it was probably nothing, that he was just happy to have another person on the light side. Liar, his sub-conscious taunted him, but he ignored it. Making out with Draco was sooo great…I never thought I would ever think I wanted to be that close to a Malfoy, but I guess things change. But it was more than physical, I think. When we were together like that, I felt kind of…complete. He too shoved this thought aside, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to realize that the blonde was thinking the exact same thing.
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Chapter Five – Detention
Over the years, Harry had realized that dreading detention always seem to make time go faster. Take today for example. It was already 7:25, only thirty-five minutes away from hell. The victory from making Draco lose his composure had been sweet, but short-lived, and had certainly worn off by now. All the remained was annoyance at the fact that the detention was with Snape himself.
After a half hour of sulking, he reluctantly pulled himself out of his comfortable position in the Gryffindor common room and headed to the dungeons.
He arrived at Snape’s classroom with a minute to spare and knocked. Snape opened the door and stopped, clearly surprised that Potter had actually managed to be on time. He quickly recovered and snd “Wd “Well? Come in, do you think I gave you detention so that you could stand in my doorway?” Harry rolled his eyes and stepped into the room.
A great number of cauldron occupied the middle of the room, and the Gryffindor groaned inwardly. “No magic. I will be in my office, grading papers. Draco will stay with you to make sure you do what you’re supposed to, and I’ll be back to check on you soon”, Snape said, then swept from the room. The blonde stepped out of a corner of the room, smirking. Oh, great, Harry thought sarcastically.
:It is wonderful, isn’t it.: Draco said cheerfully.
Harry sighed, turned his back on the boy, and began cleaning cauldrons. Where does he get the right to mock me?? The last time I checked, I had one dream about him, and he jerked off thinking about me and dreamed about me. I’m the one who’s supposed to be bothering him. He scrubbed harder, suddenly furious.
The footsteps of the approaching blonde went unnoticed by the fuming raven-haired boy. Until, that is, he felt Malfoy’s hot, wet mouth on the back of his neck. He froze, closing his eyes involuntarily, moaning in his mind. “You know,” Malfoy reminded him, his hot breath making Harry shiver, “I can hear that you’re moaning in your head. “Really,” Harry breathed, too distracted to care. Malfoy’s tongue traveled up to his ear, tracing it, while slim hannakenaked around his waist. No longer caring what Draco might think, Harry turned around, placed his hands behind the blonde’s neck, and pulled the Slytherin’s mouth to his.
Draco responded immediately, moaning despite himself. :I never expected you to be the one to do that: Draco commented. :Shut up: was the growled response, and Potter deepened the kiss. :Gladly:. The blonde’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling Harry’s body flush against his, making the other moan at the contact. Harry ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Draco quickly granted him. He gasped at the feel of Harry’s velvety tongue exploring his mouth. Disappointment at the loss of contact flooded through Draco as the raven-haired boy tore his mouth from his, but he was soon pushed against a desk with Harry’s mouth on his neck, trailing a blazing path down Draco’s neck.
You’re supposed to be the dominating one, his sub-conscious reminded him. You’ve never let anybody else have control over you before. While Draco knew this was true, Harry’s tongue on his skin felt too perfect to push away. He closed his eyes in bliss and moaned, and the Gryffindor smirked. So this is what complete control feels like. Suddenly the hand running through his hair pulled his head up, and the Slytherin’s mouth claimed his once again. Slim, pale hands twined in raven hair, as strong tanned ones did the same to hair that was silver-blonde. Both lost themselves in the intensity of the kiss, ignoring the voices in their heads that told them they weren’t supposed to enjoy each other this much.
A door opened in the background, and Snape stood dumbfounded at the sight that greeted him. Onyx eyes closed and reopened incredulously, as if unable to comprehend. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were making out in his classroom. “Oh my God,” he breathed.
Sensing his godfather’s presence in the room, Draco broke from the kiss, and said calmly, “Hey Sev.” Harry whirled around, looking for Snape, who remained standing still as a statue. He immediately blushed bright red, burying his head in his hands. :I can’t believe Snape just caught us making out.:
The blonde rolled his eyes. :Honestly, Potter, don’t be such a prude.:
He proceeded to walk over to his godfather and wave his hand in front of Snape’s face. The professor snapped out of his stupor. “How is it,” he asked carefully, “that I left you on opposite sides of the room, believing you hated one another, and return to find you PRACTICALLY MAUILING EACH OTHER?”, voice rising with each word.
“Well, it would seem that we’re attracted to each other,” the blonde drawled,
Snape sent his godson a murderous glance. “Well, thank you so much for clearing that up for me, because there was no way I would have ever guessed.” Sarcasm aside, he asked curiously “How is it that you two put your differences aside long enough to discover the attraction? I thought you wouldn’t go one day without getting into a fight.”
Draco shot a glance at Harry, who had finally stopped blushing. :Should we tell him about the link?:
:I suppose. I mean, we haven’t told Dudoredore yet, and someone should know.:
:That’s true. And he is my godfather, so he deserves a truthful answer,:
:Snape’s your godfather??: Harry asked, surprised.
:Yes, do you think I would risk calling him Sev if he wasn’t?:
Harry snorted, obviously amused by this.
“I’m kind of waiting for an answer here,” Snape reminded them in an annoyed tone. Draco took a deep breath.
“Well, ever since my sixteenth birthday, I’ve been able to sort of tap into Potter’s mind, and his thoughts.”
“And the night I turned sixteen was the night when I gained the same ability,” Harry put in.
“So we kind of started taking to each other mentally through the link, and we found that we get along well, that we don’t hate each other, and we sort of appreciate each other now.” Draco finished.
:If only he knew just how much,: Harry grinned.
Draco smirked. :I think we should keep that to ourself for now, he already caught us kissing.:
:Good point.:
The elder Slytherin seemed stunned. “This link…” he murmured. “You say that it opened on the night of each of your sixteenth birthdays?”
“Yes,” Draco replied. “Why?”, he asked, noting the thoughtful look on Snape’s face.
“I’ll have to do some research,” was the reply, “but I have a feeling this link could mean a hell of a lot more than you two ever thought it did.” He looked up. “Were you planning on telling anyone about this?”
Harry answered this time, walking over to the two. “Yes, we were considering telling Dumbledore, but then tonight happened, and you found out first.” He pouted.
“Don’t pout like that,” complained Draco. It just makes me want to kiss you all over again.”
“So what stopping you?” replied Harry, and leaned over to kiss Draco, who responded immediately, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor’s neck.
“Oh, stop that!” Snape exclaimed annoyed, and they reluctantly pulled apart. “It’s bad enough that I had to witness it once.” He paused, turning his calculating eyes to his godson. “Draco, what are you going to tell Lucius?”
“I was thinking of something along the lines of not telling him,” the blonde drawled.
“Draco, if you have a mental link with Potter, there is a huge chance it means more. You two could be connected in Merlin knows how many ways. You might be connected magically. Lucius must not find out about this, or he will use you to get to our Golden Boy here.”
Draco didn’t question why Snape was looking to keep Harry safe, for he had known his godfather was a spy for quite some time now. He had even expressed his lack of support to Snape on various occasions. Harry, however, was unaware of Draco’s support for the opposite side.
He looked questioningly at Draco. “Why would you care if the link provided a quick way for your father to get to me?”
The Slytherin threw a quick glance to his professor, who nodded. “Well, I kind of…don’t support Voldemort.” A glance from Snape urged him to continue. “In fact, I support your side of this stupid war.”
Harry’s face broke out into a smile. “That’s great. I could kiss you right now, that’s so great!”
Draco’s heart swelled at this, while the black-haired professor ordered “Don’t,”.
“It’s not great,” commented the blonde after a minute, “seeing as if Father ever found out, you’d be searching for my body.’
“Which is why,” Snape added, “you musn’t telybodybody. Neither should you, Potter. I will have a talk with Dumbledore in the morning, and you two should leave now.”
They obeyed, exiting the room together. “Draco, I’m really glad you’re on my side…” Harry began. Draco shushed him with a finger on his full lips, then leaned in to replace his finger with his mouth. This quickly turned into Harry being pressed up against the wall. Finally pulling apart, panting, they went their separate ways.
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This was one hell of a night, Draco thought. I can’t believe Potter got to me that much. First he becomes the only person I have ever wanted to control me, and then I was deeply touched by how happy he was when he found out I was on his side. I want to play for the winning team, that’s the only reason I’m on his side to begin with, he told himself unconvincingly. Harry doesn’t really mean anything to me. But when we were kissing, it felt so much more than just physical. I felt…complete. Pushing this thought aside, Draco turned on his side to go to sleep.
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Who would have ever imagined that Draco Malfoy would be on the Light side? And why in the world did I feel so happy when I found out? He figured it was probably nothing, that he was just happy to have another person on the light side. Liar, his sub-conscious taunted him, but he ignored it. Making out with Draco was sooo great…I never thought I would ever think I wanted to be that close to a Malfoy, but I guess things change. But it was more than physical, I think. When we were together like that, I felt kind of…complete. He too shoved this thought aside, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to realize that the blonde was thinking the exact same thing.