The Darkness Within

Best Nemesis

 Harry did not understand what was wrong with him, he knew he ought to feel angry and should want to tear Malfoy's limbs apart, he did feel angry, but more anger he could feel the disappointment and hurt spreading across his body and making it harder for him to walk as they made their way to the Prefect bathroom in silence. 

 When they were finally there, Filch grunted and asked them to hand over their wands Harry reluctantly obeyed and so did Malfoy. There was no point in arguing anymore. Harry just wanted to get this thing over with and go to bed.

"Clean it well boys, or I might ask Professor Mc Gonagall to appoint you as our official cleaners" Filch grunted as he walked away with Mrs Norris.

"No mops? No Buckets? How are we supposed to clean it?" Harry half screamed. 

"You seem to know a lot about cleaning, don't you Potter?" Malfoy smirked. Harry knew better than to fire back at him, one-day detention was enough. Harry knew the password, due to the fact that he was the Quidditch captain this year, which made him regret his actions even more. Without another word, both Draco and Harry entered the magnificent bathroom

They were greeted with two wooden buckets, and instead of mops, they had tiny brushes, the size of their fingers. "We're supposed to clean this entire place with these?" An agitated Harry asked no one in particular. "It is going to take years"

"Considering the entire place is cleaner than anything you have ever seen, Potter, I don't think there is much to do," Draco said. 

Harry looked up, and Malfoy was indeed right, the bathroom was clean and shining, He didn't know what had Professor Mc Gonagall meant when she asked them to clean the bathroom. Harry walked in and understood exactly what was happening. The moment he took a step, a cloud of dust appeared several inches ahead of him. Now what were they supposed to do? Clean an infinite amount of dust? Draco did not seem bothered by this whatsoever. Harry assumed that he was expecting Harry to do all the work while he just stood there at his place, examining his perfect fingernails, with his perfect grey eyes? 

Harry picked up a brush and his bucket and handed a brush to Draco, who looked at him with utter disbelief. "I am not doing anything, it was you who got us in Detention Potter"

"What?" Harry snapped "It was you who prevented me from going to bed when I wanted to, you who talked like nothing happened!" 

"Potter, look, this argument is not going to get us anywhere, so you better get to work and get us out," He said calmly. Harry had had enough at this point and was fuming with anger, he hated how Draco was so calm and collected, while Harry had no control over himself.  There was nothing Harry could say or do to make Draco listen to him, or was there?

Harry picked up his bucket of water and emptied it on Draco Malfoy's head.

"WHAT THE HELL, HARRY?" Draco screamed as Harry doubled over laughing, he had done it, done something to make the volcano inside to stop from erupting, and now, felt almost giddy.

In response, Draco also picked up another bucket and emptied it on Harry's head. They were both dripping wet now and had not done anything to clean the dusty bathroom. Harry walked over to the grand bathtub and filled his bucket with the faucet there. Draco did the same. They both had no intention of cleaning.

"Let us both just, drop this and walk out of this place, this fight is getting is nowhere," Draco said, struggling to hide a smile. 

too late Harry thought to himself as he splashed him with yet another bucket of water.  

"Very well, Potter," Draco said as he picked up his bucket, but Harry had already taken off running as far as he could get from Draco, and Draco couldn't possibly run with a bucket full of water. 

Draco seemed to register this too, for instead of running he bent down over the faucets and the tub started filling up rapidly.

Harry did not know what Draco was thinking, but he had a faint idea that he might try to drown him, but he could not believe it, because the Draco smiling in front of him was not the Draco who passed snide comment about him and his friends, was not the Draco who bullied kids, this was a different person, the person that intrigued Harry more than anyone else ever had. Harry was willing to see what was going to happen next.

Harry left his corner and walked closer to Draco, who's smile was growing larger and larger slowly, "You're not going to drown me, are you?" Harry joked.

"Well, who knows?" Draco smirked at Harry, whose heart skipped a beat. Harry walked closer still.

"Well, you know you were quite safe in that corner of yours," Draco told Harry, and before Harry could register what was happening Draco stood up and splashed Harry with his bucket of water, abandoning the bathtub completely.

Harry was caught in mid-motion and was now sure that his ears were full of water, Draco, however, was laughing.

Harry dashed after him and Draco ran for his life, both of them laughing like they weren't in detention at all, laughing like they had known each other long enough. 

Draco had never felt this light and carefree in his entire life, and he couldn't think of a better night to start his sixth year at Hogwarts, not that Hogwarts mattered to him anymore, Draco stopped laughing suddenly, as his thoughts trailed to his mission and in a swift motion his feet slipped on the wet floor and he was sure he was going to fall into the bathtub, when a hand closed around his on the very last moment.

"You look scared, Malfoy" Harry joked. 

"Saving my life, are we Potter?" Draco said as he pulled both of them into the tub and they both landed into the chilling water with a thud.

Something took over them and they both stopped laughing now and were both looking at each other intently, Draco watched Harry's wet hair and the way tiny droplets of water hung to it, his glasses were wet and foggy, Draco took them off his face and put them onto the bathroom floor beside him. Harry inched closer to him, his face slightly flushed. The emerald green of his eyes more beautiful than ever. Draco moved closer to Harry and put his hand on his cheek, Draco brought his face closer to Harry, expecting him to push Draco away any moment now, but Harry closed the distance between them and their lips brushed together. Draco felt his heart hammering in his chest, but he could not seem to stop, Harry's hands had made their way into Draco's wet hair.

Draco heard the sliding of the portrait, and he abruptly pulled away from Harry and made a fist as he clutched his collars,  as Professor Mc Gonagall walked in.