Warning: Slash/Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Lemon in later chapters. PWP…I think.

Some OOC-ness.

Rating: R for graphic lemon, but just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I, psycho neko-chan, do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters.

A.N: Hello! This is the first time I've ever written a Harry Potter fic. I'm more into anime…I've never actually read any of the books through, but I have seen the movies.… My twin has and she said it's really good, so don't be discouraged with what I just wrote and please read and review!

Eventful Detention Chapter 1

The past few weeks at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been very hard for Harry to go through. His grades had become less than average from not doing his homework and so his teachers had been harping on him to do it. Snape gave him detention for missing three home works in a row. He had been assigned to clean cauldrons that were used in class for a whole week, without magic.

"But professor, I have Quidditch practice every night until the upcoming game." Harry tried to explain calmly through gritted teeth. The old potion master only smirked, taking great pleasure in making Mr. Potter's life hell. He thought of it as payback for what James Potter and his gang did to him when he was a student at Hogwarts. Of course it was in bad taste since James and his wife were dead, but he didn't really care. He was and always would be a cold-hearted man.

"Oh come now, Mr. Potter, do you really think I could care if you missed a week of practice? Maybe it would do you some good to get your head out of that game and think about your studies. You can't pass school by being a celebrity alone."

"But…"

"You will be here at six and clean those cauldrons for a week, starting today, no exceptions."

"…Yes, professor." Harry hung his head as he left Professor Snape's presence and returned to his house dormitory.

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"Really Harry, you should have just done your homework. Then none of this would have happened."

"You know, for once I agree with Hermione. Even I've been doing my homework every now and then." Harry sat with his friends by the hearth. He had thought they would cheer him up a bit, but they only made him feel angrier at himself. Why wasn't he concentrating on his studies?...He didn't know the answer. He was stuck in a lazy rut and he just couldn't focus on what was important. This was Harry's life, one misfortune after another.

"Okay, I get it. I should have been studying…Stop rubbing it in, please." Ron playfully punched his arm.

"Sorry, pal. We're just trying to help you see the error of your ways."

Harry looked up at the clock and noticed the time was later than he expected. He jumped out of his seat.

"I'm gonna be late!" He rushed to the dorm entrance, nearly knocking a couple upper classmen over in the process.

"Run, before he extends your detention for being late!"

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Harry ran as fast as he could down the stairs and into the dungeon area where the potion lessons were held. He stopped in front of the storage room, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. As he composed himself he slowly opened the door, expecting to come face to face with his potion's teacher. How wrong he was.

"Malfoy!" He gasped. The unexpected Slytherin smirked mischievously. "What are you doing here?"

Draco Malfoy was Harry's nemesis at school and undoubtedly one of Professor Snape's favorite pupils. Surely Malfoy was not in detention as well? Harry whipped out his wand defensively.

The Slytherin only laughed. "Come now, Potter. I'm not here to duel you…I'm here to oversee your detention." Malfoy laughed a bit harder as he caught the look of bewilderment on the Gryffindor's face.

"You don't understand, do you? Well, I might as well start from the beginning. You see, as I was walking back to my dormitory, I overheard Professor Snape talking with another teacher about your detention and that he had some…unforeseen business to attend to, so he wouldn't be able to look after you. When I heard this and, being such a good student, I stepped in and volunteered my precious time to supervise you." Malfoy took a few steps closer to Harry.

Harry could feel an odd tension in the room. He and Malfoy had been alone with one another on a few occasions, but something felt different. He dare not look away from the snake for fear he would strike at any moment.

"Isn't this perfect, Potter? I get to watch you humiliate yourself doing chores a lowly house elf would do… and there's nothing you can do about it." He laughed coldly once again and stepped even closer to Harry, a hand slowly reaching toward his wand. Malfoy grabbed the wand, staring right into Harry's eyes.

Harry was completely still, very confused with the way Malfoy was acting. He felt Malfoy's hand pry his fingers off the wand, and blushed at the unforeseen movement Malfoy's hand was making. Just before he pulled the wand out of Harry's grasp, his thumb caressed his palm, lingering for only a moment before retrieving the wand.

"I think I'll hold onto this since you're not allowed to use magic while scrubbing the cauldrons." He whispered quietly, almost as if he wanted to keep the mood he had created in the room. He left Harry and sat down at a nearby desk.

Eyes wide and confused, blushing madly, Harry did not move from his spot. Malfoy leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.

"Well don't just stand there gawking. Move, Potter!"

The sudden coldness in Malfoy's voice shook him back to reality and retorted with a "Shut up, Malfoy," before getting to work.

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Harry had been working on cleaning the muck out of the cauldrons for over two hours, and it felt as though he was getting nowhere. He was so angry with his professor and Malfoy that he felt he would explode. He could feel Malfoy watching him as the dirty water splashed all over himself. Harry growled and threw the cauldron into the giant basin of water, making an even bigger splash, spilling it all over the floor. That was it; he had to at least take a break before he lost it. He left the basin, walking toward a chair in the corner, when he slipped on something gooey and fell. 'Here it comes,' he thought. 'Malfoy's gonna burst out laughing.'

But Malfoy didn't laugh.

The next thing Harry knew, Malfoy was picking his back off the floor, holding his head and resting it on the Slytherin's lap.

"Wha…"

"You okay, Harry?" Malfoy asked, voicing concern.

"Yeah…I think so." Harry tried to get himself up, feeling quite uncomfortable in his enemy's arms, but grabbed his head in pain.

"No you're not." Malfoy sighed. He helped Harry to his feet and led him to the chair he was sitting in.

"What's wrong?"

"Splitting…headache."

"I'll be right back." Malfoy left the storage room, leaving Harry to go over what had just happened.

'What the hell- ow! - did Malfoy just do? I thought- God! - for sure he'd just sit there and laugh at me.' Harry had never been this confused in his entire life. Not even when Hagrid found him and told him he was a wizard, and back then he was pretty confused. He had a weird tightening feeling in his chest, but could not understand why. He couldn't remember if he had ever experienced this before.

A few minutes later, Malfoy showed up with a medium sized vial filled with a colorless liquid. He pulled the rubber stopper out and handed it to Harry.

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better." Harry did as he was told, somewhat grateful for Malfoy's unusually amicable nature. He chugged the liquid down in one gulp, then grimaced.

"Ugh! This is vile!"

"I didn't say it tasted good, did I?" Malfoy chuckled good-naturedly and took the vial away from Harry.

"You should start feeling the effects almost instantly." Harry could feel a tingling sensation in his head, but once it stopped, he no longer had a headache.

"Wow, it worked…Thanks." Harry got up and stood. In fact, he felt completely rejuvenated. He went back to the cauldrons and scrubbed with what could almost be described as enthusiasm. He felt a presence behind him and turned around, only to meet Malfoy's lips.

Harry blushed hard and found himself immobilized from shock. Malfoy kissed him so softly, something Harry thought would not have been possible for the poisonous snake. Malfoy let go of Harry's lips, thrusting Harry's wand into his hands and turned around, heading for the door.

"You're done for the day. You may leave." Malfoy left the room and Harry took in a shuddering breath.

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'W-what the hell was that?!' Harry asked himself over and over as he made his way back to the Gryffindor dormitory. Draco Malfoy was his enemy! What in the hell would have possessed him to do that? Harry felt like he would have a permanent blush from his anger and embarrassment. He stormed into the Gryffindor living room and found his two best friends waiting for him.

"You've been gone for hours! How does Professor Snape expect you to get your work done at this time of night?!" Ron asked in anger towards the hated potions teacher and sympathy towards his best friend.

"…I don't know. But that's why I've got such awesome best friends, right?"

"Oh no, Harry. You are not going to copy our homework. But, if you'd like, I'll sit down and help you."

Harry sighed. "Thanks, Hermione." He looked up at Ron. "You wouldn't mind if I asked you to get my homework, would you?" Ron smiled and nodded his head.

"I'll be right back." Ron left for the boy's side of the dormitory and a warm, pleasant hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Harry…I waited to say anything because I don't think Ron caught onto it, but what's wrong? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?" Saying this, Harry thought of what happened in the storage room. He blushed even harder and looked away.

"N-no…I'm alright. I'm just tired, is all. I've never scrubbed so many pots in my life, not even when I was living with the Dursley's." He gave Hermione a fake, reassuring smile.

Hermione still didn't think Harry was telling the truth, but she pressed no further. Once Ron came back down with Harry's things, she helped him with his homework as best she could.

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"Man, I would've been up for hours if Hermione hadn't helped me." Harry admitted to himself as he plopped onto his bed. Since the evening's incident, Harry was able to relax a bit while in the company of his friends. But this was the time that he feared the most. He had time to think and replay in is mind what Malfoy did to him, even tough all he really wanted to do was sleep. Malfoy touching him, Malfoy kissing him…it all replayed in his mind as he lay in bed. It was just so weird. One moment Malfoy was normal, the next he was…almost seductive, and the next he was caring, actually giving him a potion that made him feel better. But why?

Could he…

Harry gasped out loud. 'Could he possibly…like me?' It couldn't have been for some reason like stealing his first kiss, since Malfoy didn't know if he kissed anyone before. And he couldn't see any other reason as to why… Harry blushed and hid under his covers, as if to hide his embarrassment from himself.

'But what should I do? It's not like I can forget this ever happened…Should I ask him?' Harry was scared to admit it, but he liked Malfoy's kiss. A lot. He knew it was wrong. Number one: he's a guy, and number two: he's his enemy. He repeated these two reasons in his head, trying to get the uneasy feeling in his stomach to die down, but it didn't. He knew he would have to accept the fact that he liked another guy kissing him, but he didn't want to.

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A.N: …I don't know if you Harry Potter writers bash Hermione in your stories like Yu- Gi-Oh! writers bash Tea (Anzu), but I don't see a reason for it, so I won't. Did you like it? I have the next chapter already written and I can post it, but I really want reviews. Is FIVE reviews too much to ask? Once I get those five, I'll post the next chapter. Promise.