Sing for Me, Cry for Me

1. Detention. What could go wrong?

Disclaimer: not mine; all the characters belong to jkrowling


Harry could hardly imagine that a detention could so drastically change his life. Turn it upside down, lose him one if his best friends and bind him to his enemies.

He said good-bye to Hermione who was as usually hardly seen above books of not so average size and innumerous scrolls tightly filled with her close neat handwriting.

“Harry, please try not to enrage him further.” she almost pleaded looking up at him with hope in her brown eyes.

“I’ll try, Mione, I promise. But it’s always he who enrages me further.”

“Harry –“

“I know, I know. He’s a teacher blah blah blah… I already promised that I’ll behave…” he said tiredly waving away her forthcoming comments with his hand. He felt sudden surge of anger at one of his best friends. Who was insane enough to study on a Friday night? And he had to serve this stupid detention! But then he turned around and saw her sad eyes, his heart clenched and he couldn’t help turning back hugging her tightly and kissing her on the forehead. She smiled warmly and shooed him away. Harry chuckled.

He said good-bye to Ron who was playing chess with Seamus. Who as usually managed to flirt with half of the room not caring one bit about losing spectacularly to Ron. But that wasn’t surprising in the least, because the only thing Seamus could care about was the fact of seeing and touching as much flesh at the same time as he possibly could.

Harry sighed. “Lucky they” he thought. Ron waved him good-bye with his usual “Good luck mate” and Seamus accompanied his farewell with a smart blow on his ass. It was becoming sort of a habit for most of the people in the castle to smack him on the ass and nothing he said would ever stop them. So when words failed Harry resorted to more drastic means such as hexes leaving those who attempted to assault him with very nasty results from his not so friendly curses. And that was the reason why he was going to serve his detention. Actually there were three main reasons. The first reason was Malfoy’s hands in all inappropriate places in the corridor near the Potions classroom. The second reason was Harry’s wand threatening Malfoy right between his eyes. And finally the third but not the least was Snape who decided to reappear just at that unlucky (for Harry) moment to conveniently give him the blasted detention while letting Malfoy go with a sickeningly gleeful expression on his pale ferret-like face.

Harry could still see the scene that led him to detention vividly displaying in front of his eyes. He could still feel the burning anger and frustration of being humiliated by his least favorite professor in front of his nemesis and his goons. Harry stepped out of the potion’s classroom and was immediately forcefully pushed towards the wall. In a few moments that the commotion took place he was pinned to the wall with Malfoy’s hands on both sides of him with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him from behind. He could hear more than see Hermione’s attempts to break through their fence (Harry and Hermione were the only Gryffindors who took Potions so now that left them in a very uncomfortable minority). Finally Crabbe and Goyle got tired of Hermione’s attempts to make her way through their barrier or maybe deciding (that is if they could) that she would more appreciate the front row sit they took pity on her by shoving her hands behind her back and pushed her in front of them so that she could see for herself what plans their Slytherin Prince had for her friend.

Pressing his body to Harry’s so that Harry had no chance of moving away Malfoy freed one of his hands and started slowly pushing it under Harry’s robes. Harry gritted his teeth. Out of all the people in the school Malfoy was by far the most persistent and audacious. It wasn’t the first time that he accosted Harry after class in the corridor. But there were always fellow students or teachers in the vicinity, which made Malfoy back away rather quickly. But judging by that superior smirk that Malfoy was now sporting he knew only too well that Harry knew as well that this time their encounter wouldn’t end so fast. Snape didn’t have any more classes that day so no students were hovering near and apart from Slytherins who would rather join and enjoy the show than help a Gryffindor especially if a Gryffindor in question was no other than the Boy-Who-Lived there was no one to make Malfoy stop. So he continued his ministrations down Harry’s bare chest to his trousers.

“Malfoy, get your hands away from me!” snarled Harry.

“I don’t think so Potter. You’re quite delicious like that and I need to have some satisfying memories to keep me through the History of Magic.” He smirked and added with lascivious grin “My…you’ve got quite a package here.”

Harry’s temper flared though he knew that it wouldn’t do to enrage Malfoy he couldn’t help himself but remark:

“What’s wrong Malfoy can’t get any without forcing people in the halls?” Harry stared straight into his malicious grey eyes, which instantly darkened with rage followed by a resounding slap across Harry’s face which was quite painful making Harry hiss and lower his face to his shoulder. But Malfoy wouldn’t have that so he grabbed Harry’s jaw and forced him to look up.

“I can get all that I want Potter and you and your dear mudblood friend will witness it right now” he hissed dangerously and leeched himself on Harry’s lips with no warning and murderous glare.

But that’s where Harry’s patience ended. That was too much. Harry resisted the urge to punch or hex or do anything equally painful to Malfoy for a long time not to lose points or not to get expelled if the things became too nasty but today was quite enough. It was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Harry was sick and tired of being shoved to the wall or groped from the rear by Malfoy who always seemed to lurk in every corner leering at him and then striking. And so mastering all his strength and taking Malfoy by surprise Harry pushed him away and in one swift movement pulled his wand straight into Malfoy’s face roaring: “Back off Malfoy or I’ll –“

“Or you’ll what Mr. Potter?”

He was cut off by an icy cold voice from behind. Harry’s heart sank, he blanched and instinctively lowered his wand. Snape walked around and stood now in front of him his black eyes shining with undisguised loathing and triumph that made Harry instantly realize that he was in trouble.

“I don’t think that there are any rules suggesting that a student from one house can attack or threat a student from the other house, Mr. Potter. No matter what differences they might have. But we know only too well that you consider yourself above rules Mr. Potter.“ he sneered.

“That’s not true sir! I only –” tried to protest Harry.

“I don’t recall allowing you to back talk to me Mr. Potter.” Snape continued in a dangerously smooth voice of his “You’ll serve a detention tonight. I’ll be expecting you here”, he indicated the Potion’s classroom door “at 8 o’clock sharp. And for once try to be competent enough and come on time or it will be a month worth of detentions.”

He leveled Harry with another look of utmost hate and contempt and asked:

“Is that clear Mr. Potter?”

“Yes sir” grounded out Harry barely restraining himself from lunging onto his professor with his bare hands and ripping his insides out.

Snape turned to leave his black long robes swirling behind him when he stopped abruptly and added with utter malice:

“Yes and 50 points from Gryffindor for your disregard for rules and …just for existing” and he marched away calling Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle after him who meanwhile were having the time of their lives watching Harry being bullied by their Head of House.

So they walked away leaving behind a disheveled and compassionate Hermione and absolutely furious Harry. He started pummeling the wall with his fists trying to get rid of all the pent-up rage that was boiling inside of him. Hermione tried to calm him down by putting her hand on his shoulder but he just pushed her away completely forgetting that she was there. She was on the verge of tears when through his veiled anger he heard her soft whisper:

“Please, Harry calm down. You’ll hurt yourself! They aren’t worth it!” and with the last “Harry please” she burst into tears.

That seemed to snap Harry out of his daze and he turned around just in time to see her sliding down the wall. He caught her inches away from the ground and hugged her tightly trying to fight back the tears of his own. He was sexually harassed by Malfoy again, he was humiliated and given a detention again. Life wasn’t fair. But he had enough strength to whisper:

“Shh, Mione, it’s alright. They haven’t hurt you, have they?” she shook her head which was now resting on his chest with his robes still open.

“Good” he sighed while thinking about the injustice of it all. Snape knew only too well what his prized student was trying to do. The evidence was all over starting from Harry’s face down to his opened robes. But Snape vehemently looked through his fingers at Malfoy’s action granting him his own way with Harry or anybody else while Harry remained broken and tired.

They were extremely late for Transfiguration and professor McGonagall wasn’t impressed.

“I am very disappointed in you Mr. Potter and you Ms. Granger” she eyed them disapprovingly. “I would have expected a bit more discipline and respect from the students of my own house. Take your seats and 15 points from Gryffindor.” Harry and Hermione mentally flinched counting how many points they lost today. “And next time it will be a detention.” She added strictly. Harry cringed.

They didn’t tell Ron about what happened. Knowing his temper and their luck they would lose all the points by the end of the day if Ron got wind of the “near potion’s classroom” incident. So they told him that there were problems in Potions and that Harry got himself a detention which was never a rarity. Ron swore under his breath calling their Potions Master some rather colorful names and in general was in blissful ignorance thanking his rational mind for dropping the subject after he took his OWLs.

Hermione spent the rest of the class earning back their lost points with much success and Harry imagined that the cup he was repeatedly transforming into a cockroach was Malfoy and thought of thousands of painful things he would more than gladly do to him including all three Unforgivables.

So here he was now serving another detention for Snape. The bastard told him to scrub hundreds of filthy looking ugly cauldrons without magic. After sneering at Harry for half an hour and hitting him with his usual remarks concerning his father and his abysmal Potion\'s knowledge and all of his faults Snape left taking along Harry\'s wand and locking him in the cold dungeon till midnight. That was the worst thing to happen on Friday. While everybody else had a merry time enjoying themselves, Harry had to work like a house-elf to get his way through detention. It\'s not like he deserved it but when Malfoy, Potions and Snape were concerned Harry was always at fault and so resigning himself to his fate he started scrubbing diligently. The only thing that kept Harry sane and helped him through the bore and monotony of the task was singing. He was always fond of singing especially while doing all sorts of chores for his relatives. It was the only thing that distracted him filling his insides with warmth and happiness and making him feel unexplainably free. It was as if he was breathing in the air of liberty. He sang every song he knew pouring them out in a beautiful melodious voice of his which spread all through the dungeon filling it with the most wonderful sounds Harry was sure were never heard there before. He had beautiful strong but soft tender voice and if there was one good thing about this room it was the sound it provided with his voice vibrating in every corner. And so sitting on his knees singing and scrubbing with all his might a stubbornly nasty spots which sprang as if out of nowhere (which made Harry wonder if Snape hadn’t bewitched the cauldrons so that the stains would reappear as soon as they were cleaned. Which if to think about it wouldn’t be too unsurprising and Harry would never put it past Snape to make his life still more miserable), he was so engrossed in it that he completely failed to notice another presence in the room.

Leaning against the door stood a tall figure attired in black and silver with long blond hair hungrily watching Harry through lust filled grey eyes while Harry’s voice and enticing rear view was alluring him into action.