Detention Drama
Title: Detention Drama
Rating: R (for suggestion)
Word Count: 814
Warnings: Mentions of cross dressing if you squint.
Summary: The boys pass notes in Charms Class
Author's notes: Written for hd_writers' Welcome Back to Hogwarts Challenge. Assignment 7: Make a drabble with a list of given prompts. I picked passing notes, potions partners, new surprise, late for class and first class. Also Assignment 15: Write a fic which takes place in one of the given locations. I picked The Charms Classroom.
Disclaimer: I do now own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
“Stupid Potter…can’t even…detention in the bloody first class…of all the…stupid idiot being so stupid…”
Harry winced as his boyfriend’s mutterings grew more vicious with every passing second. It was a wonder that no-one else in the Charms Classroom had noticed Draco’s snit yet. The grumbling and teeth grinding had been underway since Potions when Harry had gamely secured a detention for coming late to class. It was a severe blow, considering that he had been planning to spend some ‘quality time’ in Draco’s bed that evening.
However, Draco had certainly taken it worse. He had proceeded to react in an exceedingly mature fashion- by glaring daggers at Harry and acquiring a bewildered Zabini as his new potions partner. Harry had ended up spending the entire class casting pleading looks in Draco’s general direction but to no avail. The blond had done nothing but sneer and pout at him ever since and Harry was getting rather tired of the whole thing.
Merlin, talk about holding a grudge…
Well, he certainly didn’t want detention and Draco mad at him. That was just overkill. He would simply have to reason with the prickly blond and convince him to talk to him again.
Harry glanced discreetly at Flitwick, pleased to note that he was still droning on about cheering charms.
Perfect.
Harry picked up his quill and scribbled a quick note.
Come on, Draco. Please talk to me. I miss you.
He folded the scrap of parchment and poked at Pansy Parkinson- the only person right in front of him, who was not too far from Draco.
“What?” she hissed.
“Pass this on to Draco.”
“Um, how about no.”
Harry scowled at his fellow Eighth Year. “If you don’t, I’ll tell Hermione you didn’t finish your Transfiguration essay,” he threatened. Who would have guessed that Hermione’s nagging would have its upsides?
“Potter, that is dastardly ” Pansy protested. “Consider me impressed.” She swiped up the note and tipped it over discreetly to Draco. Harry’s lips twitched as his boyfriend’s eyes widened a fraction before a dark scowl took over again. Draco turned to him, lifted his chin defiantly and cast a rather painful looking shredding hex on Harry’s note.
Ouch.
Not one to give in without a fight, Harry scribbled another note.
I’m sorry, love. This is bad enough without you mad at me. Please?
“Again,” he whispered to Parkinson.
“Potter, I swear to Merlin…”
“Essay. Mione. Do it.”
Parkinson snatched the note up with a scowl and tossed it over. This time, Draco obliged with a reply and Harry swiped up the note eagerly from a grumbling Parkinson.
Sod off. And quit passing notes to me in class. I don’t want a detention too.
Harry groaned. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Draco, please. Be reasonable. I didn’t plan it, you know.
You never plan it. These things just happen to you. Stupid, disaster prone git.
Your stupid, disaster prone git?
No.
Ouch.
Stop sending me redundant notes, Potter. This is pathetic.
You’re the one who won’t accept my apology, Harry scribbled angrily. You’re being so unreasonable!
I’m unreasonable?! You’re the one who got detention on the one day we planned to spend time together, you inconsiderate arsehole!
Wanker.
Tosser.
Git.
Prick.
“Seriously?” Parkinson hissed, scowling at both of them. “I’m risking detention so you two can snipe at each other through bloody notes?”
“He started it,” Draco muttered sulkily.
Harry suppressed a vicious snicker as Parkinson reached over and smacked him. “Ouch!” Draco yelped, rubbing his abused head.
“I don’t care who started it,” she hissed. “He’s trying to apologise, you git! Now write back and tell him you forgive him or I’ll tell Granger you forgot to do your essay!”
Draco looked absolutely horrified. “No! Anything but that!”
“Then write back!”
Harry was still smirking when she passed over Draco’s latest note.
Harry. After consulting with Pansy, I have concluded that I may have been overly harsh to you. I have therefore decided to magnanimously accept your apology.
Harry chuckled fondly. How very generous of you. And maybe when I get back from detention, we can spend some real time together. I may have a new surprise for you.
Oh? Tell me more, Potter.
Draco raised an inquiring eyebrow as Harry read his reply. Harry offered him a salacious grin before wielding his quill again.
Let’s just say I’ve been meaning to see you in Gryffindor red for a very long time. Mm, I can see it now. You tied up and writhing on my bed wearing nothing but tight red silk…
“What do you have there, Mr Potter?”
Professor Flitwick frowned disapprovingly as he plucked the note from a horrified Harry’s hand. His squawk of outrage was nearly drowned out by Draco’s mortified whimper and Pansy’s shrill cackle. Nevertheless, Harry most certainly heard the words:
“Mr Potter! Detention for a month!”