Drarry One Shots

Detention in the Great Hall (Part Two/End)

Revised: 8/2021
Tags/Warnings: Hogwarts, detention, cleaning
Summary: A little time together serving detention begins a path to a new relationship between our boys. 

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Harry was diligently cleaning this end of the Ravenclaw table. Draco however stood still, feeling frustrated and longing. He wanted Harry's attention on him, but he no longer wanted to rile up or annoy the Gryffindor. He wanted positive attention, though Draco wasn't sure how to go about that. Draco then had an absolutely brilliant idea.

Draco had discarded his robes before he finished the Slytherin table, but now he began to unbutton his shirt. If Harry asked, he would use the same excuse the Gryffindor had used. It's hot in here. As casually as possible, and trying to pretend like he wasn't watching avidly for Harry's reaction, he shucked his shirt into the pile his robes were in. He saw Harry look up and stare at him for a moment. Draco tried to flex while he cleaned, wondering how forced it looked. He gave up on that quickly. The cleaning itself was rigorous, he didn't need to add extra strain to himself.

Harry didn't say anything. Draco wanted to deflate; the man wasn't even looking at him anymore. He thought he was attractive enough. He wasn't terribly bulky but he was muscular from Quidditch and had been told he was hot by a few Slytherin girls.

Draco focused back on cleaning, as disappointed as he was. But then he caught Harry looking at him, and it put a new pep in his step. He scrubbed with as much effort as he dared, wanting to build a similar 'strained, sweaty, manly' vibe Harry was giving off. Draco did understand that he might be pining for straws here. Nothing had really given him an indication that Harry might find him attractive except for those few glances. There was also quite a bit of history between them, and Draco wasn't sure how Harry might receive any suggestion of a more...positive relationship between them.

Draco and Harry stayed silent while they cleaned. Though Draco never caught Harry looking again he was fairly sure Harry must've looked more than he realized. He hoped so, at least. Draco was certainly sneaking glances as he worked.

Eventually they met somewhere in the middle-ish of the table. Draco's half wasn't quite as sparkling as Harry's, but he was still proud of it and thought he had done well.

For the last minute or so of cleaning their hands or arms would bump together. Draco tried to pretend like the contact didn't effect him, but it made him jump a little at first. He couldn't tell how Harry was feeling.

Draco crossed a particularly stubborn stain. He put his knees on the bench and bent over the table, getting more leverage to scrub furiously at the annoying spot. But Draco was putting to much pressure on the small bench; it flew out from under him, skidding a foot or so away. Draco fell onto the table with an 'oof!' sound, barely avoiding crushing his own arm.

Harry snickered at him. The man stood on the other side of the table, arms crossed and watching him. Draco glared pushing himself up and off. The spot remained, and Draco changed to glaring at it.

"Need help?" Harry offered mockingly. Draco huffed, and gestured for Harry to get the stain. He did, and once he was bent over Draco knocked out the arm that had been supporting him. It wasn't as nearly as satisfying as Draco's own fall, but Harry did collapse against the table. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. He finished cleaning off the spot while keeping an eye on Draco to make sure he didn't knock him over again. But Draco just stood with an easy smile, arms crossed as Harry had stood.

"Wanker," Harry muttered as he walked away towards his clothes. Draco watched him ago, his mirth dissipating. He didn't enjoy cleaning the tables, but he didn't want Harry to go.

"Uhm, Potter?" Draco blurted, not sure what he was going to say but wanting to stall. Harry had made it to his clothes and was buttoning his shirt. Draco felt self conscious about his own bare chest now that Harry was covered. Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a signal for him to continue. "The spell work to get all our robes pink was pretty impressive. Well done on that. Would you teach me the spell sometime?"

Harry was obviously taken aback by Draco's words. His eyebrows had shot into his hairline, his hands stopping where they hovered over the last button to his collar. "Err, thanks, I guess. I suppose I could show it to you, but I'm not sure anything good for me would come out of it," Harry said, smiling a bit. Draco felt the words were more teasing than anything else. "You did well on the hair charm as well. Did you do that by yourself?"

"Blaise and Theo helped, we found the charm in a library book. Had a lot of fun spells in there, I've been looking forward to trying more out."

Harry groaned with a laugh. "Not a book on joke spells? Gryffindor will be all the colors of the rainbow before the year is out."

Draco scoffed. "Please, not all the colors. I'm quite tired of pink now."

Harry laughed, and Draco's stomach fluttered a bit. "The last Hogsmead weekend is soon," Draco blurted, turned away from Harry and donning his own shirt.

"Yep."

Draco sighed noiselessly. Was this hopeless? He grabbed his robe and turned. Harry was fully dressed but leaned against a table, facing him.

"Any plans?"

Harry just shook his head. He was smiling, looking amused. Draco wondered what he could be finding funny. Draco took a deep breath, holding his robe close to him for comfort while he built up his courage.

"D'wanna go to the Three Broomsticks with me?" Draco rushed out, then immediately busied himself with putting his cloak on so he wouldn't have to look at Harry.

"'Mione and Ron would think you poisoned me or something," Harry said, though Draco had no idea what he looked like. Draco just nodded, taking the response for rejection and wanting to flee from the hurt.

"Well then, have a good day, Potter, I'll see you around." Draco flapped the edges of his robe as he turned on his heel and speed walked out of the Great Hall. He got to the doors before he heard the sound of running feet and turned to see Harry coming towards him rapidly.

"Wait! I wasn't saying no. Just that 'Mione and Ron would be suspicious. They'd want to tag along and make sure you weren't going to curse me. That's all. You could bring Zabini and Nott as well. Make it a group event," Harry suggested. Draco thought he looked particularly hopeful, and it made the sting of rejection dissipate.

Draco nodded, smiling a little. "Let's do that then. Meet you there around 3?"

Harry nodded back at him, his own smile stretching his face. "See you then....Draco." Then Harry pushed past him a little hurriedly. Draco could see a flush rising on Harry's neck.

"Bye, Harry." But the Gryffindor was out of hearing range. Still, Draco went back to the dungeons with a large smile, looking forward to a cool shower and for his Hogsmead...date?

That sounded right. His date.