Authors Note: This is my very first Harry Potter fan fiction. ^_^ Usually I write Fushigi Yugi, Sailor Moon, Slayers, Utena, Escaflowne, RayEarth, Dragon Ball Z, Gundam Wing, and origanal stories. ^_^;;
Anywho, this chappie is dedicated to...hm...to Meph-chan! ^_^ Even though he won't read this because he don't like Harry Potter much...U_U;;.
Brady
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"Malfoy, piss off." Harry grumbled, readjusting his glasses.
Draco looked as if he swallowd a lemon. "I wish I could, Potter. I really wish I could."
"How could Snape *do* this?" Harry fumed, pacing around the dungeon angerily.
"Because he hates you and knew Dumbledore would give him hell if he didn't punish both of us?" Draco retorted smoothly.
"Fuck you." The emerald eyed wizard snapped, turning to face Draco. "This is *your* fault, Malfoy."
"*My* fault? How is it *my* fault?" Now he sounded baffled. Or as baffled as he would allow himself to sound.
"You *are* the one who pushed over my cauldren, Malfoy!"
"That was an accident!" Draco protested, anger flaring. "I may hate your guts and want you dead, Potter, but I wouldn't do something that would put me in Azkaban!"
"Hn. Thanks." Harry snorted, but calming down. Malfoy had a point. "But, you're right. You would think about your own scrawny neck before anyone else's, wouldn't you?"
"Of course."
Harry snorted again. "I knew it."
"...detention blows..." Draco finally said after a heavy, uncomfortable silence.
"It's YOUR fault!" Harry exploded.
"IT IS NOT, YOU BLOODY GIT!" Draco bellowed, glaring at Harry. "I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!"
"Boys!" Snape from the hallway as his footsteps cluttered nearer. "Hush up or I will be forced to add a day onto your punishment!"
They glared at eachother, but stayed quiet. Neither of them liked agreeing and getting along with one another, but it was needed in order to pass this detention.
"Boys," Spane said coldly, walking into the classroom to glare at both of them, though his eyes grew smaller when they gazed at Potter, "I have consulted Dumbledore on this matter, due to your knack of seeming to get into trouble trying to get back at each other. So..." His cold black eyes grew colder and smaller, "You are both assigned to a separate tower, away from the other Houses, together. For two months. The only time you will interact with your fellow Houses is during classes and Quidditch games. You will eat together, do homework together, study together, talk together, and you _will_ get along."
Draco and harry looked at each other in shock, horror and the outmost disgust possible on these two young sixth years faces. "Wha-what?" Harry stuttered, his large emerald eyes widening under his thick black glasses.
"You will be in a separate House of your own, near the Quidditch feilds. So go pack your belongings, boys, and be back here in half an hour. Wands, school books, robes and such WILL be needed."
~*~*~
"..I hate this." Harry muttered to himself as he trudged up the stairs to their, 'their' being Draco and Harry's, new tower. Draco glanced at him and for once seemed to agree, nodding slightly.
Snape 'hmmph'ed and stood infront of a large portrait of two lovers entagled in one anothers arms, fully clothed of course. The masculine seeming one (for neither looked male or female) asked, in a husky voice, "Password?"
"Domininte per malum.." Draco muttered under his breath, and Harry snorted softly, trying not to laugh.
Snape cast Draco a cold look. "NO, Malfoy. The password is 'friend'."
At the word, the portriat swung open to reveal a commen room, as big as all the others, with a roaring fire, a few candles, large comfortable looking couches and tables to study at and such.
"You room together as well, Potter, Malfoy. Your rooms are upstairs, directly upstairs. Lights out are at normal time. And, Mr. Potter, Professer Dumbledore has asked me to tell you that your usually 'romping' will *not* be allowed."
Harry flushed red and nodded. Snape left with a flash of black cloak and the first thing the boys did was say, at the same time, "What a git!"
They stared at each other like they had the plauge and finally, Harry was the one who laughed. "Malfoy, you look like I bloody tolds you I loved you!"
Draco snickered and laughed along with the emerald eyed boy. "Oh, right, Potter."
Harry smirked faintly and picked up one of his heavier trunks, wincing slightly. "All right, then. Shall we go up?"
Draco shook his head, "I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh, *right*, Malfoy. If you think for a bloody second that I'm going to let you sleep down her, risk a chance of getting caught, and forcing us to spend more time together, then you're a bloody insane, boy!"
Draco scowled deeply at the darker haired boy and picked up a light bag filled with his quills and scrolls, along with a few books. "Allright, Potter. You win this one. But ONLY this one."
Harrys smirked widened and he began pulling his trunks upstairs.
~*~*~
This is all for now. Please reveiw. ^^;
Anywho, this chappie is dedicated to...hm...to Meph-chan! ^_^ Even though he won't read this because he don't like Harry Potter much...U_U;;.
Brady
~*~*~
"Malfoy, piss off." Harry grumbled, readjusting his glasses.
Draco looked as if he swallowd a lemon. "I wish I could, Potter. I really wish I could."
"How could Snape *do* this?" Harry fumed, pacing around the dungeon angerily.
"Because he hates you and knew Dumbledore would give him hell if he didn't punish both of us?" Draco retorted smoothly.
"Fuck you." The emerald eyed wizard snapped, turning to face Draco. "This is *your* fault, Malfoy."
"*My* fault? How is it *my* fault?" Now he sounded baffled. Or as baffled as he would allow himself to sound.
"You *are* the one who pushed over my cauldren, Malfoy!"
"That was an accident!" Draco protested, anger flaring. "I may hate your guts and want you dead, Potter, but I wouldn't do something that would put me in Azkaban!"
"Hn. Thanks." Harry snorted, but calming down. Malfoy had a point. "But, you're right. You would think about your own scrawny neck before anyone else's, wouldn't you?"
"Of course."
Harry snorted again. "I knew it."
"...detention blows..." Draco finally said after a heavy, uncomfortable silence.
"It's YOUR fault!" Harry exploded.
"IT IS NOT, YOU BLOODY GIT!" Draco bellowed, glaring at Harry. "I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!"
"Boys!" Snape from the hallway as his footsteps cluttered nearer. "Hush up or I will be forced to add a day onto your punishment!"
They glared at eachother, but stayed quiet. Neither of them liked agreeing and getting along with one another, but it was needed in order to pass this detention.
"Boys," Spane said coldly, walking into the classroom to glare at both of them, though his eyes grew smaller when they gazed at Potter, "I have consulted Dumbledore on this matter, due to your knack of seeming to get into trouble trying to get back at each other. So..." His cold black eyes grew colder and smaller, "You are both assigned to a separate tower, away from the other Houses, together. For two months. The only time you will interact with your fellow Houses is during classes and Quidditch games. You will eat together, do homework together, study together, talk together, and you _will_ get along."
Draco and harry looked at each other in shock, horror and the outmost disgust possible on these two young sixth years faces. "Wha-what?" Harry stuttered, his large emerald eyes widening under his thick black glasses.
"You will be in a separate House of your own, near the Quidditch feilds. So go pack your belongings, boys, and be back here in half an hour. Wands, school books, robes and such WILL be needed."
~*~*~
"..I hate this." Harry muttered to himself as he trudged up the stairs to their, 'their' being Draco and Harry's, new tower. Draco glanced at him and for once seemed to agree, nodding slightly.
Snape 'hmmph'ed and stood infront of a large portrait of two lovers entagled in one anothers arms, fully clothed of course. The masculine seeming one (for neither looked male or female) asked, in a husky voice, "Password?"
"Domininte per malum.." Draco muttered under his breath, and Harry snorted softly, trying not to laugh.
Snape cast Draco a cold look. "NO, Malfoy. The password is 'friend'."
At the word, the portriat swung open to reveal a commen room, as big as all the others, with a roaring fire, a few candles, large comfortable looking couches and tables to study at and such.
"You room together as well, Potter, Malfoy. Your rooms are upstairs, directly upstairs. Lights out are at normal time. And, Mr. Potter, Professer Dumbledore has asked me to tell you that your usually 'romping' will *not* be allowed."
Harry flushed red and nodded. Snape left with a flash of black cloak and the first thing the boys did was say, at the same time, "What a git!"
They stared at each other like they had the plauge and finally, Harry was the one who laughed. "Malfoy, you look like I bloody tolds you I loved you!"
Draco snickered and laughed along with the emerald eyed boy. "Oh, right, Potter."
Harry smirked faintly and picked up one of his heavier trunks, wincing slightly. "All right, then. Shall we go up?"
Draco shook his head, "I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh, *right*, Malfoy. If you think for a bloody second that I'm going to let you sleep down her, risk a chance of getting caught, and forcing us to spend more time together, then you're a bloody insane, boy!"
Draco scowled deeply at the darker haired boy and picked up a light bag filled with his quills and scrolls, along with a few books. "Allright, Potter. You win this one. But ONLY this one."
Harrys smirked widened and he began pulling his trunks upstairs.
~*~*~
This is all for now. Please reveiw. ^^;