Detention

Chapter: One

Harry fidgeted in his seat, Hermione sat across from him, writing furiously on the test that Professor Lockhart had just handed out. Ron sat next to him, scowling at the paper and insulting Lockhart under his breath. 

Harry didn't like it, he found he actually enjoyed Professor Lockhart's flamboyant personality and loud clothing - even if Harry preferred the blacks that Professor Snape wore - not that he'd say anything to anyone about it.

"Ahh, Harry Potter? Why are you not writing down the answers? Surely you've read the books I assigned and know the answers?" Lockhart was standing next to Harry and Ron, blessedly talking softly enough that no one could hear them except maybe Ron - who wasn't even paying attention.

"M'sorry Sir," Harry said quickly, blushing bright red under the bright eyes of Professor Lockhart. "I wasn't able to read anything." Harry blushed even darker after the admission, wringing his hands on his lap while he cast his eyes down in shame.

"Do not fret, Harry." Professor Lockhart lifted Harry's chin to face him - a few students suppressing their disgust at the sight, the word pedophile on the tips of their tongues - smiling warmly. "Detention tonight with me at six. I will help you." He ruffled Harry's hair before smiling brightly again, turning to walk to the front of the classroom before he collected all the tests.

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"What did you do wrong this time?!" Hermione asked in annoyance.

"I didn't know the answers...." Harry blushed in shame, disappointed that he didn't meet the teacher's standards.

"He's a shite teacher anyways Harry, it doesn't matter. Just don't go." Ron scratched his nose unattractively, jumping onto the couch haphazardly, knocking off Hermione's books.

"You're such a slob Ron!" Hermione screeched before stomping away, Ron just shrugged before leaving to find Dean and Seamus.

Harry just sat down on the couch, pulling out his Potion's books in an attempt to finish the three-foot essay Snape assigned. After a full thirty minutes with very little progress, Harry started to feel his determination diminish. Another ten minutes later and Harry was near tears because he didn't understand and he felt hopeless because his textbook was getting him nowhere.

A quick walk to the library later and Harry was sat at a secluded table out of sight. Three different textbooks lay out in front of him. There were four parchments on the table, three holding notes while the fourth was a draft of the essay. Two and a half feet later and Harry was shoving the books, the parchment and the quills in his bag before sprinting down the corridors, tears brimming his eyes when he realized he was three minutes late for his detention.

Hurrying through the door Harry was panting, tears streaming his cheeks as he stumbled up to the Professor's desk, cheeks alight with shame when Professor Lockhart looked at him with a frown. A flick of the wrist and the doors slammed shut, causing Harry to hunch in on himself.

"I'm very disappointed, Harry." Professor Lockhart stood and circled Harry, a hand behind his back while the other rubbed at his chin. A fake frown of disappointment on his face.

"M's-sorry!" Harry cried out quickly, shaking where he stood, tears still dripping from his chin, lower lip wobbling when he looked up at the Professor, pleading with his captivating green eyes.

"You're going to have to make it up to me, Harry, you know that, don't you?" Professor Lockhart leaned against his desk, ankles crossed, his hands gripping the desk edges on either side of his hips, an eyebrow raised while his eyes stared down at Harry who nodded quickly, accidentally dropping his bag - which effectively threw his books, parchment, inkwell, and quills flying.