Ten Days

Ten Days

Chapter Two: Heaven's Race

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor
But was a race of heaven.

Harry didn't feel he had a choice of whether or not to go to the prefect's bathroom that night, so at ten forty-five he left his common room. He wasn't even sure why he was going; he had this feeling that Draco actually wanted to see him, maybe. Feelings could always be proved to be wrong.

He arrived to an empty bathroom, but that wasn't that bad; he was ten minutes early. Harry didn't feel like sitting so he leaned against the wall by a sink.

Well, here he was, late at night, waiting to see Draco Malfoy. Why did he want to see him anyway, exactly? Was it to tell him off, or did he want to relive the night them two had shared? Harry hoped it was somewhere in between. Okay, he wanted the second one a lot more.

He was never alone with the boy, ever. The only time Harry could actually remember being alone with Draco was that night. Everyone other time Harry thought of that night, Harry would usually try to shut it out. Right now he let himself relive the moment in his mind.

***

It was the night of the Yule Ball, although it was usually held only during the Triwizard tournament, Dumbledore figured they'd hold it anyway. It didn't have the same special feeling as it did two years ago, but it wasn't as bad as Harry thought it was going to be.

Harry heard rumours that Dumbledore was thinking about giving it some kind of a theme, he didn't however, and Harry was relieved. He wasn't looking forward to the ball at all. Harry didn't even bother trying to find a date. Ron went with Hermione and Harry just sort of tagged along with the couple.

Harry spent a very large portion of the night by the punch bowl. That was the problem; somebody had spiked it before anyone had gotten there.

The night went on and Harry started to act even more and more stupid by the minute. He couldn't help but notice how great Draco looked that night, even though he was his enemy. Their eyes met.

Draco seemed to have gone alone as well; he was standing by a punch bowl at the opposite side of the room and was acting quite drunk himself. The smile in Harry's direction gave it away.

Harry didn't know if the smile was directed at him, he looked around and then worded a "me?" to Draco. The other boy laughed and nodded as if to say, "Yes you." Feeling rather drunk, Harry decided he was going to go say hi. It was worth a shot.

***

Harry's memories were interrupted by a loud bang, coming from outside the room. He checked his watch; it was two to eleven. He made his way to the door, opened it, and checked the hallway. No one was in sight.

So it wasn't Draco. That's Hogwarts for you, Harry thought to himself as he decided he would take a seat at bench. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but Harry shouldn't be waiting much longer. He let himself go back to his memory.

***

"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said to the blond. Harry could easily tell that Draco was drunk now that he was closer. He wasn't only able to tell by the look on Draco's face, he was able to smell it off him.

"Potter," Draco acknowledged.

Why was Harry feeling this way? He suddenly felt this. . Lust for the other boy. The closer he was, the worse it got. Harry took a step back. "What was that for, Potter? I don't bite." Draco grinned and then added, "Hard."

"What's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" Was that a pick-up line? Harry didn't know. He hoped not. Well, actually, he did. What was he thinking? Draco Malfoy is his enemy! No, he was a boy and his enemy. Snap out of it, Harry told himself.

"I'm just having fun with you," Draco admitted.

Harry was relieved, in a way, he was half hoping Draco was hitting on him or something. Then maybe he'd get some action. What the hell is wrong with me? "Oh...Okay." That was all Harry managed to get out.

Draco smirked. "Why? Hoping I was hitting on you or something?" Harry looked at Draco with a blank expression and didn't say anything at all. The blond laughed and said, "Please I have pick-up lines that are a lot better than.. Wait, what the hell am I saying? God I am so drunk. What is in this punch?"

"Heh, yeah, I didn't... I don't know. Somebody spiked it, I think."

"Well, obviously, Potter," Draco said, "I mean what kind of alcohol is it? I'm not exactly a lightweight, you know. Honestly, I am so drunk that I think I'm going to shag the next person I see." He was looking straight at Harry.

"What? Me?" Harry was completely shocked.

Again, Draco laughed. "I'm only joking, Potter! You're too easy."

Every joke has its truth. "Yeah... Well every truth has its joke."

Draco laughed loudly, "You mean 'Every joke has its truth'? Yeah, what about it?" He grinned.

This made Harry extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was intrigued. "I was just saying." He began to sway uncomfortably.

"Hmmm, if you say so, Potter." He stopped almost as if to consider something, and then said, "But really, I'm really horny."

Luckily, Harry put his drink down before he even walked over to Draco in the first place. If he hadn't, he would have dropped it right then and there. The truth was, Harry was feeling the same way, more towards Draco than anyone else in that room. He took another step back.

"So, you wanna?"

This is the part where Harry would've screamed and ran, if he was sober. He just sort of sat there for a moment, with a blank shocked expression on his face, until Draco spoke again. "I'm kidding, Potter," he said, "You're too easy."

"Oh, oh yeah, of course." Harry kicked himself mentally. He actually thought Draco was coming onto him? How silly of Harry! Must have been the alcohol.

"But really, what do you say?" There was something in his voice this time that made Harry think that Draco really wasn't playing around this time.

"Come on, Malfoy! Quit playing around!" Harry shouted. He might have thought that Draco wasn't kidding, but he wasn't going to give in too easily and make himself look like a fool. Draco's lustful expression didn't change.

"I'm not kidding this time, Potter," he said coolly. There was definitely something about Draco tonight that seemed different, he was drunk, but maybe there was something else. Something about Draco that drew Harry to him. Then Harry remembered he was drunk too.

"Maybe next time, Malfoy," Harry said. He wasn't going to go have sex with Draco. End of story. He turned around and began to walk off.

A hand that was firmly placed on his shoulder when he turned stopped him from going any further. The blond grabbed Harry by his other shoulder and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. "Meet me in the prefect's bathroom in ten minutes. Don't ask questions," Draco whispered.

With that urgent whisper, Draco was out of the Great Hall like a bat out of hell.

***

"Where the hell is he?" Harry asked himself. How late was Draco? Harry checked his watch again. It was now a quarter after eleven. If he said "eleven pm sharp" then why the hell is he not here?

It reminded Harry of his first year, when he didn't like Draco the slightest bit, and he was challenged to a wizarding duel by Draco. It dawned on Harry that maybe this was a set-up; maybe Draco just tricked him out of his room again. But then again, maybe Draco was just caught up with something.

Harry decided to give Draco fifteen more minutes.

***

So, Harry was going to meet Draco in the prefect's bathroom. He had no choice, he wanted to in a way, but he still had no choice. Truth was, he was nervous. He was also drunk, so he wasn't all that nervous. A couple of minutes after Draco left, to make things look not so obvious, Harry made his own way to the prefect's bathroom.

Draco was already waiting there, with his shirt off and thrown over back of the chair his was sitting on. So Draco wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to shag, Harry thought. Well what did he expect was to happen?

"Harry," Draco said calmly. Did Draco just say my first name? Harry was shocked, he never heard Draco say his name before, well, not like that. Usually it went hand in hand with a slide remark or insult. But not this time, this time it sounded far different. It didn't sound like Malfoy.

"Draco." Harry managed to say it, Draco's full name. It felt weird, but at the same time, it gave Harry a weird, but good feeling in saying it. He took his robes off and dropped them on a nearby chair. And then, once again, Harry was frozen there not knowing what to do with himself.

"You're nervous," Draco said quietly, as he made his way slowly over to Harry. He cautiously went to wrap his arms around Harry's waste and Harry didn't give any resistance. He pulled Harry closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't be."

There seemed to be a complete transformation from the Draco that was at the ball and the Draco Harry was so willingly in the arms of now. This Draco didn't seem so...drunk. This Draco was also not wearing a shirt.

Harry looked up at Draco. It wasn't meant to be, but Draco took this as an open invitation and kissed Harry. It wasn't a rough kiss, but it wasn't a gentle one either. It was just a kiss, and a very good one at that. Harry didn't refuse; he just gave in to the moment.

Draco brought his hands up from Harry's waist and lightly placed them along Harry's collar. "Let's get this uncomfortable shirt off, shall we?" Draco grinned and brought his hands along Harry's tie and loosened it. He looked at Harry and smiled, while Harry stood there dumbfounded, but he wasn't protesting any of this.

Draco brushed his lips up against Harry's; surprisingly Harry kissed back straight away. Draco blindly guided his hands down to unbutton Harry's shirt. When the shirt was unbuttoned completely, all Draco had to do was pull it down over Harry's shoulders slightly and then the boy shook it off himself, lips still locked with Draco's.

The kissing intensified as Draco started with Harry's belt buckle. It seemed that within seconds Harry's pants were down and off. Draco made a move to get his own off, but Harry stopped him. "Allow me," he said as he went to undo Draco's buckle.

Two seconds later, they were just two boys kissing each other in their underwear. Which was soon about to change. Draco broke the kiss and walked over the water faucet by the bathtub. "Might as well get use of this bathroom while we're here, eh?"

When the tub was close to full and bubbles were nearly poring over, Draco dropped his boxers. Draco Malfoy is standing in front of you naked, Harry reminded himself. Once again, he was dumbfounded and lost for words, and was only able to manage to say one thing: "Wow."

***

"I can't believe he isn't here yet!" Harry said to himself. Harry got up to leave; he couldn't believe he actually thought Draco would meet him there again. He had just enough memories for the night.

Without much more thought on leaving, Harry opened the door to the prefect's bathroom and shut it behind him. Head hung low, feeling like he was tricked; he walked back up to his dorm.

Did he actually think that Draco was going to meet him there? Or was he just hoping that Draco would? Even though Harry felt that Draco would meet him there, he should have known better than that. When did Draco ever keep his promise? He never did and Harry knew this. So why did he let Draco trick him like this?

It was back to trying to forget about that night with Draco again.

Harry arrived to a cold and quiet dorm room, he took of the shoes he wore to the ever-so-pointless bathroom trip and jumped into bed. He couldn't believe he let Draco get the best of him. He pulled the sheets up and over his head.

***

Hedwig awaked him in the middle of the night. She had another note for him... and something else. It was dark, but Harry was able to tell by the feel that it was some sort of cloth. He rubbed his eyes, opened a light and unfolded the note.

Better yet, just take them. Sorry if it's too late...No, actually I'm not sorry. Just take these things.

-Malfoy.

Harry took a closer look at the "cloth" Hedwig brought with her. They were Harry's boxers. Harry didn't even remember leaving them behind. So this why Malfoy wanted to meet up with him? To return a pair of boxers? Harry didn't buy it. Second thought, here was a better question:

Draco kept my boxers?

***

Draco knew he made a mistake by returning Harry's boxers. But what was he supposed to do? Maybe he should have included in the letter that he didn't remember that he had them until they came up in the laundry just a few days ago. Now that he thought of it, Draco started to think that Harry might have thought that Draco might have stolen the boxers, or something.

Draco didn't want Harry to remember that night, but there was something that made Draco think that Harry might have. This did not please him, at all. He barely remembered the night, but what he could remember he wished that he didn't.

He walked into Defence Against the Dark Arts class, late for the fourth time that week. "Malfoy, this is the fourth time this week," Professor Lupin said, "What am I going to do to you? Give you detention?" Draco shrugged. "Real good attitude you have there. Sit down, we were just getting started."

For a split second Draco's eyes met Harry's, for just a split second Draco thought he saw something different in Potter. He couldn't put his finger on it, and he didn't really care.

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Lupin said, "since you have been paying such good attention to the lesson, why don't you come up here and demonstrate?" Yeah, now Draco's really done it, he had no clue what was going on, obviously. Maybe he was paying more attention to Potter than he thought. "Well?"

"Yes... Yes sir," slowly testing the water, Draco started to get up.

"Sit down," the professor said, "That will teach you to pay attention, and there was no demonstration. Now, if we can go on with our lesson, with everybody paying attention..."

But Draco didn't pay attention; he just wanted the period to be over with. This was definitely not his favourite school subject and he let it show. Why did he even need this subject? A roaring of laughter then interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey what happened?" he whispered to his friend, Goyle who was sitting next to him. Goyle was too busy laughing to answer. Lupin turned around to face the class; he wasn't a very happy camper.

"Who was that?" he asked. He looked around the classroom for a guilty face. He stopped at Draco, and mistook Draco's confused face for a guilty one. "Was it you?"

"Yes, sir," Seamus Finnigan intruded, "I saw him slip his wand by his book and whisper!" Well, obviously he was lying, Draco wasn't even paying attention. But Draco couldn't actually admit that.

Draco jumped up from his seat. "I did not do any such thing!" He didn't know what made him do it, but there he was, shouting at a professor. He could tell by the look on Lupin's face that he was in deep trouble. He kept his mouth shut.

"What was that, Malfoy? You want detention? Okay, one day's detention coming right up."

"I didn't even do anything!" Draco shouted.

"Two days."

"Profess --"

"Make that three?" Lupin seemed to be having a really bad day, he wasn't a mean teacher, and he usually wasn't like this at all.

"Would --"

Draco wasn't even given a chance. "Okay, five."

He wasn't going to argue anymore, Draco took his seat quietly and looked down as a bunch of Gryffindors laughed at him. Five days detention, for something that he didn't have a clue about.

Today didn't seem to have such a bright outlook.

***

Harry had a feeling who was responsible to getting Draco into trouble. He turned around to face Seamus and whispered, "Was that you Seamus?"

Before Seamus even answered, Harry knew it was him, he had that patented up-to-no-good smirk on his face. "That was a good one, wasn't it, Harry?" Seamus seemed to be quite proud of himself, getting Malfoy in trouble like that.

Harry then remembered that he wasn't supposed to like Draco, so he decided to play along. "Yeah it was, good --"

"Harry! Pay attention." Professor Lupin's eyes were now fixed on the back of Harry's head. "Unless of course you would like to join Malfoy."

Harry turned around as soon as the professor began to speak. "No, no sir."

"Good, now back to our lesson." As soon as Lupin turned around again, he ripped a big one. The class laughed in response. "Now who was that? Was that you again, Malfoy?"

Draco, this time, was laughing. "No, sir, it wasn't. I think it came from over there." He pointed in Harry's direction.

Well, it wasn't like Lupin to yell at Harry like he just did to Malfoy, so Harry was in the clear. He wouldn't believe Draco and would probably give Draco another few days of detention and that would be the end of it. But Harry was wrong, Lupin actually turned to Harry to question him.

"Is this true, Harry? Would you like to join Mr. Malfoy in detention for the next five days?"

What? This wasn't fair. Harry didn't do anything and he was now going to get five days detention? With Malfoy? "No, sir, it wasn't me."

"Well, in that case, I will just sit here all day until someone comes up to me and confesses about this whole situation." Lupin went and took a seat at his desk. The class began to get up as if he dismissed them. He put up his hand, stopping them. "No, you are all staying until I find out who is behind all of this."

Harry turned around and looked at Seamus. Seamus was pretending to be whistling innocently. "Seamus, just confess so we can all get out of here eventually," he whispered.

"But it wasn't me, Harry, honest."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned around, he wasn't going to take the blame for this one. Or could he? He could spend five days of detention with Draco. Five whole days, with Draco. Would he actually be spending them with Draco? Considering they would usually separate friends, and Draco and Harry were definitely not friends, he thought they might make them spend the time together. Almost as a punishment.

Suddenly taking the blame didn't sound like such a bad idea.

***

Five days of detention. That's what Draco got, for something he didn't do. He wasn't even sure what happened. He was pretty sure that Lupin wasn't coincidentally staring him down, either, he knew that Lupin thought he just cast that spell. Well, Draco didn't and he wasn't taking the blame for it.

"Professor," Harry Potter raised his hand.

"Yes, Harry?"

"It was me, just then, the one who made you... You know."

"Is this true?" Lupin looked at Harry with a certain disbelieving expression. Harry nodded in return.

So it was Harry. Harry was the reason why Draco was in so much trouble. He must have done the same thing twice, and the second time, he had gotten himself caught. Maybe Lupin will let Draco off the hook now and give Harry the five days detention. "Yes sir," Harry replied.

There was a long pause, as if the professor was trying to think of what to do. "Well, I guess you'll have to join Malfoy in detention, it's only fair," Lupin said.

"Yes sir," Harry replied. He didn't even look disappointed. Wait a minute, Draco thought, I still had to go to detention? It was clear that Harry was the one who got Draco in trouble. Didn't Lupin see it?

Draco raised his hand. "Yes, Malfoy?" asked Lupin.

"Well, since it's obvious that Potter was the one who... did whatever to you first, why do I still have detention?"

"He only confessed to the second time." Lupin turned to Harry. "Didn't you?" Harry nodded. "See? Now, not another word out of neither of you for the rest of the class, which is only a couple of minutes. Understood?" The boys nodded simultaneously.

Great, now Draco had to spend time with the boy he wanted to see the least. Well, they usually didn't make students serve detention with others. Well, at least Draco thought so.

But he obviously was going to have to spend the time with Potter, since Professor Lupin said that Harry was going to "join him" in detention.

He didn't want to spend time with Potter; he didn't even get any enjoyment out of being in the same bloody room with the boy. Now he had to spend five days with him. Today was not his lucky day.

Draco was royally screwed.

***

Harry looked down at the cover of his books. Did he actually confess to something he certainly did not do just to spend time with his worst enemy? What the hell was he thinking? If he felt like explaining things, Harry might have went back up to Professor Lupin and told him why he confessed, but he would rather not.

He just decided to suck it up and go with the detention. He really didn't want to, for multiple reasons, but at this point, he had no choice. Being in the same classroom was enough for him, now he had to spend five detentions with Draco. He knew the other boy despised him, so what did he think he was getting himself into?

There was nothing he could do but to wait till the class was over. Besides...

How bad could detention with Draco be?