6th year explorations

*****Detention – Part 1****


It was 6:55pm on Friday and from her office Professor Durang heard the students enter her classroom below. She smiled to herself acknowledging her guilty pleasure at having five boys to entertain her tonight.

At exactly seven she entered the classroom from her office at the back. To one side stood Harry and Ron, they shot malicious glares across the room at Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. The all straightened, looking up at her as she entered the room. The desks were still gone and the mat remained on the floor.

“You are all here serving detention because of your inability to control your anger. This evening you will be channeling that anger, that energy, into other activities.” said Durang as she made her way down from the office to stand at her desk.

Harry swallowed, his mind racing at all the possibilities to that statement.

“What you are wearing, though, will not do for these activities.” She flicked her wand and the boys’ uniforms and robes were replaced with loose fitting sweat pants, no shirts or shoes. “I took the liberty of asking Madame Hooch the sizes of your quidditch uniforms. I think these will suffice.”

“Hey!” yelped Ron crossing his arms over his chest. The others followed his actions, shivering slightly from the chill in the room.

“Little cold in here? Yes, I agree.” said Durang, smiling at her little charade. It always worked. A spell passed her lips, the door shut and the temperature in the room began to rise quickly.

*****

Draco didn’t like this – not one bit. He couldn’t believe he had detention in the first place and then points taken away.

*It’s all Potters fault! Fucking git can’t control his temper, always taking it out on me!…Not that I don’t know how to push Potters buttons. I like watching him get all riled up, red in the face, muscles tense. Oh yeah – he didn’t realize how hot he looked when he got pissed! *

Draco forced his thoughts away from Harry, which was difficult considering he was mere feet away and top-less.


*****

“Your first activity of tonight is 30 push-ups.” Stated Durang sitting on top of her desk, facing them.

“What!?” Draco couldn’t believe what he just heard. “You can’t be serious Professor! That’s muggle crap!” He couldn’t believe he just snapped at teacher but dam if he was going to do something as ridiculous as muggle exercises.

“Does it sound like I am joking Mr. Malfoy? Now it will be 40.” She had hopped off her desk and was now standing to face him. He glared down at her, her gaze didn’t falter in the slightest.

“Make that 50… now drop….” her voice full of challenge. He broke the stare-down and went to the mat. “…and count off, all of you.”

The other boys had long ago dropped and started their push ups. Each one personally wanting to strangle Draco for the added 20 sets they needed to do. Crabbe and Goyles bellies could be heard slapping to the mat, amid the quietness of the room.

Durang went back to her desk, pulled her chair around to the side. She sat putting her bare feet on top, watching them.

Harry’s arms began to twitch from the repetitions. He wasn’t used to doing push-ups, all his muscle came from quidditch, well and a little bit from doing yard work at the Dursley’s.

“45… 46… 47…” Harry pushed the words out of his mouth as he exhaled, his glasses slipping down his nose. He finished first and stood panting, his stomach tightening with each breath, pushing the air out of his lungs. Several beads of sweat escaped his hairline, running down his forehead and along his c. He. He swept them away with the back of his hand.

Ron finished next followed by Draco; they stood gathering their breath. Draco was pissed for finishing after Harry and Ron. He knew if he hadn’t argued with Durang that he would have beaten them. Crabbe and Goyle were still at 15 and currently flat on their faces gulping for air.

From her desk Durang called to them. “That’s a good start boys…are you ready for more?” They nodded not wanting to look weak. She waved her wand; a bar materialized hanging a foot above their heads.

“Now Potter, you here,” she pointed to the mat, “then you, Malfoy and next Weasley.”

They lined up under the bar, shaking their arms to loosen their tight muscles. The moisture on their skin was not evaporating in the warm, humid room, causing it to bead up and give them a slick glow.

“30 chin-ups please. Hands together palms facing you.” She demonstrated by placing her fists together, knuckles towards her face, elbows in.

Ron looked up at the bar skeptically.

“I assure you it will hold all of your weight. Begin.”

Draco jumped up and grabbed the bar first. Harry and Ron came after. The bar held sturdy as the boys swayed back and forth getting a good grip.

She watched the three boys sweat and grunt as they hurriedly pumped through their chin-ups. Harry’s physique, thou not as tall as the other two, is well toned and tanned from his summer quidditch practices. Beads of perspiration ran freely down his torso and over his six pack abs, which tightened with each exertion. Draco, next to Harry at the bar, matched him with each chin up. His own skin began to tinge pink and perspire with the physical activity. And Draco hated this – hated sweating; it was below him. Ron the last of the three at the chin-up bar steadily kept his own pace. Professor Durang watched him closely. He wasn’t huffind pud puffing like the other two in obvious competition to be the first to finish. He had his own rhythm that kept him strong through to the end.

She let a smile come across her face while watching him * I wonder if his stamina is equaled in other areas as well. *

* Oh Gods! She’s smiling at me! * Ron closed his eyes trying to think of anything but his profes He He quickly brought up an image of his mother, this helped cool the growing warmth in his crotch.

Harry and Draco were grunting loudly now; their muscles bulging in their arms, tendons and veins now visible with each pull.

Sweat trickled freely down Draco’s pale back and soaked into his waistband, a stream of moisture passed over his shoulder, past his bicep and dripped from his elbow. Man it was getting hot in there. Harry made a throaty growl next to him, his face contorted in concentration, nose flared and jaw clenched.

*Gods don’t let him make any more sounds like that!! * thought Draco pulling himself up again, exhaling loudly, though not as audible as Harry.

Harry caught Draco’s glance. *He’s lookin’ for me to wimp out! Well that’s not gonna happen! * This fueled him and he quickened his pace, catching Draco off guard. He finished two sets before Draco, let go of the bar and landed on his back with a thud, holding his sore arms to his chest. Draco landed next to him not very gracefully, gasping for air.

The room was now about sauna hot but Draco could still feel the heat coming from the body next to him.

Durang came over to make sure they were okay. She smiled at them as if she knew something they didn’t.

“You two…are gonna explode…” shaking her head, she left them there to catch their breath and went watch Ron’s progress.

Harry pulled himself into a sitting position watching Ron finish his last few sets. Without moving he slid his eyes to look over at Draco next to him. Draco’s eyes were closed, mouth open sucking in slow deep breaths, calming his pulse. His awerewere across his chest, hands rubbing his sore arms. Harry’s eyes traveled down Draco’s chest, over his arms to his ‘outy’ belly button. Now, Harry had seen guys’ bodies before, in the locker room, at the burrow, heck he roomed with a bunch of guys! But Harry had never let his eyes rove over anyone’s body like he was doing now to Draco’s. He muscles are lean and graceful and his skin was pale like porcelain, not a blemish or mole to be seen.

*Does he use a ‘perfect’ potion on himself or something? * Harry realized what he just thought and shut his eyes tight. Scolding himself firstly, for even thinking about Malfoy and secondly for thinking he was perfect.

Ron finished and stood, hands on his knees, catching his breath, beads of perspiration trickled down his cheek to drip off his jaw. He licked his lips and parted them to gather more air.

“How are you doing?” Durang asked coming up beside him, eyeing his muscled back.

“Fine….just need…to catch my breath…”

The professor returned to where Draco and Harry sat at the mat.

“Since you two have had a chance to rest I want you to pair up and practice some of the moves I showed in class.” They looked at each other with revolt. “This is a perfect time to learn through practice.”

She left them to scold Crabbe and Goyle for not finishing their push-ups; disgusted at their lack of progress she sent them packing. She didn’t have time to waste on their hopelphysphysiques.

*****

“So, Potter I finally get to kick your ass and not get expelled for it.” Draco got to his feet and stretched, arching his back and twisting from side to side, in an attempt to loosen up.

“Your henchmen aren’t here to protect you now, pretty boy, your ass is grass.” Harry glared, rolling his head around, which creaked and popped.

They sidestepped in a slow circle, facing each other, sizing the other up for weaknesses.

Draco faked a lunge forward, then pulled back smirking at the flinched reaction from Harry. But Harry didn’t wait for him to settle back, he sprang at Draco reaching for his upper arms. Their bodies were so slick with sweat that Harry’s hand slid up Draco’s arms to his shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the white skin at the collarbone trying to get a good grip.

Draco, too, tried to get a firm hold on Harry but instead found his hands sliding over his muscled chest and arms, unable to secure a grip. Fingers digging in at the base of Harry’s neck nearly cutting off his air.

Feet planted, bodies straining against the other, their arms trying to gain some sort of leverage against their opponent, foreheads nearly touching,s pis piercing deadly at the other. Livid green vs. icy blue.

Then it happened Draco’s grip slipped off over Harry’s shoulder sending him, full force, chest to chest, into the golden boy. He slammed against Harry who took the impact of the extra weight with ease. Harry felt the warm slick, skin against his chest, his stomach clenched. He ceased the moment and kicked Draco’s legs out from under him sending him flat on to his stomach. Harry straddled his back holding Draco’s arm behind him for the pin. Harry gave it a little extra twist abl able to help himself.

“Get the Hell Off ME Potter!” yelled Draco, underneath the smiling Harry. He didn’t move, not yet. He felt the Slytherin below him, the small of Draco’s back under his buttocks, Draco’s well-built frame between his thighs. Harry flushed and told himself it was from the heat in the room. He quickly got up and faced a very pissed Draco, whose white skin was now red streaked from Harry’s racking fingers.

Professor Durang came over to speak to them, having just watched them with amusement but it didn’t show on her face.

“That maneuver is not something I showed in class, gentleman. I suggest that you practice the exercise that Weasley and I demonstrated the 1st day. Potter you in front.”

Draco gave Harry a ‘your in for it now’ glare, as he came up behind the Gryffindor, leaving barely an inch between them.

Durang orchestrated the initial positioning of the exercise. With her hand on Harry’s chest she pushed him back against Draco, the boys’ skin creating a slick friction. She placed Draco’s arm at Harry’s waist, flattening his palm against the muscled abs. Harry sucked in at the touch like it burned. Durang caught his reaction but said nothing, continuing with Draco’s other arm across Harry’s chest.

Draco’s arms were already beginning to squeeze him like an anaconda to its prey, arms slithering over moist flesh, bring Harry to his body.

Knowing he was never going to be this close to the golden boy again Draco sniffed his hair and neck, taking in his scent

* Woodsy and spicy, yet a touch of something sweet too…perfect. *

“What are you doing?” barked Harry pulling his head to the side.

“You reek Potter! Ever heard of soap?”

“OK…OK…” Durang cut in. She stood back from them as if examining their stance.

*They are dead sexy together… and don’t even realize it…too bad. *

“Now once you’ve made a pin reverse this position and continue. I am going to pair up with Weasley so don’t kill each other.”

Ron was watching from a few feet away, his mouth slack at what he saw. His best friend and his worst enemy standing…well so close together.

*Now that’s the second hottest thing I’ve ever seen! * The thought slipped out of before he could stop it. *No, I did not think that. I DID NOT just think that! * He blinked several times unable to extinguish the image of them from his mind.

Then Ron heard the professor say she was going to practice with him, he gulped.

She came over to him. “…lets try something new…” she led Ron a little further to the side away from Harry and Draco……

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