Behind The Cloak

The Detention

Last part of Well Well Potter: 

And i think you can guess who said what and what. Harry just smiled and take all of it to himself. Far across his table he saw Draco eating by himself. Grimacing at Pancy for a second and continue with his food. He looked tired and pale. Harry only watched him and get into his conversation with Hermione and Ron.

But he didn't notice the a pair of icy grey eyes staring at his direction.

Now:

  After a whole day of tiring his brain out. He walked back to his dorm. Ignoring Ron and Hermione squabbles in the common room. He dodged Fred attempt to hug him and skipped over some of the twin pranks. This truly is a very boring day. He sighed. Could this day goes more boring no more? He went into the bath and take a quick bath. When he got out of the bath he saw Ron.

  "Well mate? You didn't tell me your 'lovely occasion' last night." Harry rolled his eyes and walked past Ron to put on a shirt. "Oh, come on mate~ tell me... did u have a good time?"

  "Ron, i don't have time for thi-" But Ron cut him off and patted loudly on his back.

  "Oh,mate, did her said something to you? Or maybe did something?" he wiggled his eyebrows. I sighed. I will never defeat him when he in his dirty-minded mode. So he grab my blanket and went straight down into bed. "Wait, Harry! Aren't going to tell me anything?! Don't be so cheeky would ya! Oy! Harry, ya hear me?" Seeing Harry didn't even budge, he shook his head and muttered "Tsk, amateur" and grinned to himself.  Harry was really asleep when he lay on the bed. The second his head met with the pillow, he went deep inside his dreamland.

---TONG,TONG,TONG---

  Harry opened his eyes and opened his eyes slowly.  He looked around and cast 'Tempus'. And the time that was hovering in the air made him fall down his bed. It was way past his detention time and Snape is gonna kill him. "Merlin!" Harry quickly snatched up his wand and cloak and stride down the stairs that seems to be eternity. Ron, who was still up in munching on some Honeydukes sweets, could only watched Harry run past him before he could even talk. As for Harry, he was skipping down another sets of stairs with his cloak billowing behind him. By the time he reached Snape's office, he was drenched in sweats. He took a deep breath and knocked on door. Expecting it to blow up and all. But unfortunately, there were only one thing happened.

  "Enter." a cold voice came out from behind the old door. That was it? Harry thought. He was sure that Snape was going to slam the door open and skin him alive there and then. But he was safe. And intact. He sighed in relief and muster up his courage and push open the door. There he was, the potion master. Sitting behind his desk with stacks of papers on it. he seemed to be grading some of it which obviously, as Harry can see, was marked with many flaws and all those low marks. 

  "Well, well, Mr. Potter." Harry jumped at the sudden voice. He gulped. "Mind sharing your adventure with me on getting late for detention," he cast a quick Tempus and looked back at Harry. "...for 2 hours?" He drawled.

  "I-I'm sorry, professor. I was-" before he could finish, he was cut off by Snape. 

  "You what, Mister Potter? Got caught up in your own fame? Signing autographs while you're on your way here?" Harry tried to speak, but yet again, was stopped by Snape. "Or maybe you were attacked by some imaginative enemies that were trying to assassinate you for you complete lack of punctuality and knowledge?" Snape looked up at Harry with the same old scowl. Harry ignored his scowl and looked down at his shoes. Apparently, his worn out sneakers looked quite amusing that time.

  "I'm sorry, sir. I fell asleep and forgot the time." Harry stuttered. Snape rolled his yes dramatically and stood up. 

  "Oh, spare me from your excuses, Mister Potter." He spatted out his name. "You can't live a day without seeking attention do you? Always the same 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' you are." Snape walked forward slowly while talking. circling Harry like a vulture waiting for its next meal. "Tell me, Mister Potter. Could you even live for one day without following that prat of a father of yours?" Harry glared back at Snape. "Oh, I guess you seemed to be protective over your father. Like father like son. Exact example of a useless person." Snape strode back to his seat and picked up his quill.

  "You know what to do, Mister Potter. Pick up the cauldrons," he pointed to the desks full of dirty, squeamish cauldron "and scrub it all clean." Harry slumped.

  He nodded. "Yes, sir." He walked towards the desks.

  "And don't even think of using any magic,Mister Potter. Unless you want to stuck cleaning the storeroom for your entire school year." He said without looking up. Harry nodded. He picked up the cauldrons and started doing his work.

  By the time he's finished, it was nearly past midnight. His arms were sore and he was sleepy. Harry stood up and walked back to the reading professor. "Sir? I'm done." Snape hummed and putted down his book.

  "You may go now, Mister Potter." Harry sighed inwardly. "I expect you to be here again for tomorrow night at the promised time. Am i clear?" Harry nodded. Snape waved his hand and Harry walked out of the office as fast as he could. He want to sleep and nothing going to stop him. But something caught his attention. And yet again, the same person he saw the other night. Draco Malfoy, sneaking around the hall after curfew. Unable to stop his instinct, he called out to him. Which is a very, very terrible idea.  Draco spun back around, wand in hand, aiming at Harry. Fortunately he didn't cursed him. 

  "What are you doing out here, Potter?" Said the silver haired Slytherin.

##Hi, I'm sorry for the very, very, very, late update. I kinda got into some difficulties of some personal problems so i accidentally neglect my stories so far. But i hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Thank you so much for reading. i hope you guys will still continue reading my next updates.