Eventful Detention chapter 2

Eventful Detention Chapter 2

The day went by slowly for Harry. He spent every extra moment looking for any sign of Malfoy, but it seemed as though Malfoy no longer existed. That is, until he left for the storage room for detention.

Seeing Malfoy standing there made his uneasiness rise.

“I-I thought you were just watching me yesterday because Professor Snape had something to do.”

Malfoy shrugged. “Professor Snape asked me to watch you for the rest of the week. He’s very busy, you know, and he said you were a waste of his time. But of course, that’s no reason to stop humiliating you.”

Malfoy opened the door to the storage room and bowed gracefully, a cold smile on his lips. “Your detention awaits.”

Harry gave a quiet sigh of regret. Malfoy was back to his usual attitude. Cold and mischievous. But, could he still ask why Malfoy acted the way he did yesterday?

Remembering that he wasn’t allowed to use his wand, he pulled it out of his pocket and held it out to Malfoy. The Slytherin smirked and grabbed…the hand clutching the wand, then slowly slid his hand over the wand, finally grabbing the tip and pulling it out of Harry’s grasp.

Harry gasped and blushed.

“Why…” The word accidentally fell from his lips. Malfoy cocked his head to the left, a smile of amusement showing elegantly on his face.

“Why what?” The snake hissed, moving closer to Harry.

Harry looked down, blushing furiously. “Why? Why are you acting like this? Why did you touch me like that?...Why did you kiss me?!” He yelled, infuriated. Maybe Malfoy didn’t like him. Was this just another way to humiliate him?

“Hmm…now why did I kiss you?” Malfoy pondered , tapping his chin in a showy fashion. Malfoy moved closer and Harry took a few steps back, his back touching the stone wall. Malfoy let out a few cold laughs and grabbed Harry’s wrist, but Harry pushed him away quickly.

“Don’t toy with me!” Harry shouted.

“Toy with you? ...No, I wouldn’t do that. Who do you think I am, Potter? ‘Toy’ is an understatement.” He leaned in, lightly blowing into Harry’s ear. “But now, it’s time for you to get to work. You don’t want to be here as long as you were yesterday, do you?”
Harry shuddered slightly. Malfoy let go of his wrist and stepped back, smirking slightly.

Harry was breathing heavily from how close he was to Malfoy…and how absolutely wonderful his breath felt against his ear. Moving slowly, Harry walked over to the used cauldrons and began washing.

It seemed as though a spell had been cast on them to stay dirty because no matter how hard or long Harry scrubbed, nothing would come off. He looked over his shoulder, catching Malfoy’s eyes on him. He must have been staring because he had been noticed.

“What is it, Potter?” Asked Malfoy, a neutral look on his face. Harry bent his head down and walked over to the Slytherin.

“I um… can I please use my wand?” he asked quietly. Malfoy closed his eyes and sighed.

“No.”

Harry looked up with wide eyes, clasping his hands together in a pleading fashion.

“I know I’m not allowed to use it, but if you don’t tell professor Snape, he’ll never know! I can’t stand this kind of torture, Malfoy. I won’t stay sane if I have to do this for another five days! Please, Malfoy!” It was degrading to beg the way he did, but Harry didn’t care.

“What would you do for me?”

“What?”

“I said, ‘what would you do for me?’”

“Anything!”

Malfoy took a step closer to Harry who moved back until he was once again against the wall. “Anything?”

Harry took in a shuddering breath. “Anything.”

Lustful eyes locked onto one another and warmth met Harry’s lips. It was a pleasantly soft kiss, becoming deeper as Malfoy’s hand cupped his cheek, tilting it slightly. Harry gasped for breath only to have it taken away just as quickly. Soon the two ran out of breath and the kiss was broken. Overcome with a dream-like almost lustful state, Harry leaned forward to capture Malfoy’s lips only to capture nothing. Malfoy had already taken a step away from him, panting softly.

“Here…your wand.” Malfoy shoved the wand into Harry’s hand and used a spell to sit a chair in the farthest corner away from him.

Harry slowly moved back to the disgusting cauldrons and whispered an incantation, one that would help him figure out if there was a spell on them. Sure enough, there was. He whispered another incantation and the spell was negated. One more spell, and all the cauldrons were clean. Harry turned around, looking in the direction where Malfoy was sitting and walked toward him.

“Why?” Harry asked calmly.

“Why what?” Malfoy smirked, but that changed quickly when Harry jumped into his lap. The collision sent the two falling to the floor, Harry on top of Malfoy. Shock plastered Malfoy’s face as he looked at the boy on top of him. Harry was blushing, his eyes half closed.

“Why? Why did you kiss me?” Harry whispered, his face inching closer to Malfoy’s.

“Why?...Why does it…feel so good?” Harry buried his face in Malfoy’s chest, pounding it with his fists gently.

“You’re cruel, Malfoy. This is the worst thing you could do to me.” Confusion hit Malfoy like a ton of bricks.

“What is?”

Harry looked up, fighting back tears. “Playing with my heart. My feelings…My sexuality. You really are my enemy.” He locked lips with Malfoy, a jolt of pain going through the Slytherin. Just as quickly, he let go and lifted himself off of Malfoy and headed for the door.

“My detention is done for today. I’m leaving.” Harry headed out the door and Malfoy struck the cold ground with his fist.

“Dammit! Harry…”