Drarry Drabbles

Detention

{I wrote this for _sans_the_skeleton__ , I hope you all enjoy}

It started off as a normal day between Harry and Draco. They were in detention due to fighting once again. Neither man even remembered who started it, but they clung to the feelings of elation that were left in the wake of leaving the other man frustrated and angry.

The detention was to last three hours, supervised by McGonagall. She had been popping in every 15 minutes or so, and that seemed to be the only time Draco would actually thoroughly clean. When she was gone he seemed to push dust around a specific spot instead of cleaning it.

As fate would have it, McGonagall left in a rush to attend to a student in the hospital wing as for once, something bigger than a fight between the men before her had occurred. Harsh words were exchanged before she was off, promising to be back within the hour.

If the classroom was clean enough upon her return, they could leave early. Harry was excited about that prospect, until that is, Draco refused to finish cleaning the classroom with Harry causing yet another argument.

The fight quickly changed from verbal to physical. Harry was quickly reaching his limit, but it was surpassed once Draco pushed him so hard they both fell to the ground. They were in a very compromising position that Draco was quickly making worse as he wiggled his hips against Harry's, trying to pin his arms above his head so he would stop pushing against Draco's chest.

Harry smirked, a feat all of the Slytherins would have been impressed by, Draco Malfoy included, and let his arms go limp. This caused Draco to fall forward when he was met with no resistance. Harry caught him around the hips so that their faces didn't smash together.

"I love when you're dominant you know", Harry said innocently, looking up at Draco.

"I... what?"

This is not where Draco thought this was going at all, and he was now all too aware of how close their bodies really were.

"I have to say Malfoy, you look much better on top of me than I have ever imagined."

"You've imagined this?", Draco asked with a squeak, all of the fight leaving his body.

"Oh yes. Many times actually. Haven't you?"

"I... umm."

Draco couldn't come up with anything convincing to say, and Potter was starting to turn him on with the manner in which he was speaking.

"I'd always imagined we would be in a bedroom, maybe the room of requirement. But lately, this is exactly where my imagination has taken me."

"I'm the one imagining things again. This isn't real."

"Again? So you think about it too", Harry challenged, squeezing Draco's hips tighter.

Draco, who still thought this was a dream, answered honestly.

"I do. But usually you're... never mind."

It took Harry a minute to pick up on what Draco meant, but when he did, a feral grin overtook his face. Swiftly, he flipped them over so that he was straddling Draco.

"Usually I'm on top?", he offered innocently.

Draco hissed at the change in pressure, and all he was aware of was the connection of his crotch with Harry's. Experimentally, he rolled his hips, and gasped at the low moan that left Harry's mouth.

"I... you... we... not a dream?"

"I say we continue to test your theory that this is a dream. It's more fun this way."