Chapter Three

Another day and you've had your fill of sinking

"Detention? Should I really be surprised?" Ginny asked as she healed the minor cuts on Draco's face. Hermione stood not too far off, performing the same maneuver on Harry.

"It was a very productive fight," Draco sniffed.

"What were you trying to accomplish?" Hermione asked, amused.

"Establishing that I'm not fond of him," Harry said. He winced as Hermione did something complicated but his black eye began fading.

"What exactly is my position in this grand plan of yours?" Ginny asked. Her voice was quiet and anyone who knew her could tell she was a little annoyed.

"Oh, you're my girlfriend."

"And is that what the Slytherins think?"


"I certainly hope Draco knows he won't get points for honesty," Harry muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What about your parents?" she asked.

"Wait, you don't care what the Slytherins think?"

"I'll care if any of those bitches make a move on you. I'll tear their asses out through their noses."

"My kinda girl," he purred, drawing her close and into his lap. They spent a few moments kissing before Harry cleared his throat.

"But seriously, Draco, what about your parents?"

"No worries," he said, tracing circles on her knee. "Father hates you but Mum thinks you walk on water. She couldn't be happier that we're together. And believe me, she knows we're together. I daresay the others might start to get suspicious soon though. She hasn't tried to hook me up with Pansy or Astoria or Daphne since you and I got together. They're bound to figure it out eventually."

"You won't date anyone?" she asked.

"I'm dating you," he replied. "Does that count?"

"I mean, will it become necessary for you date someone in Slytherin to prevent them from getting too suspicious?"

"Let them," he said. "They're going to figure it out eventually. I'm just hoping it's after we're out of school, after this damned war is over."

"So what do you think is going to happen at detention tonight?" Harry asked as Ginny leaned down to kiss Draco again.

"Valid question," Draco said, giving Ginny a quick peck on the cheek. "It's not going to be pretty."


"Potter? What are you doing here?"

Harry, who had been focusing more on the floor than his surroundings, looked up and blinked in surprise to see Draco standing before Umbridge's door.

"This can't be good," Harry said.

Draco didn't say anything but his lips became a white line across his face.

Harry steeled himself and walked over to knock on Umbridge's door.

"Enter," came the sugary voice from within.

Harry caught Draco rolling his eyes and he smiled.

"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy," Umbridge said as they came in. "Mr. Potter, have a seat."

Harry did so, warily. There was a quill and a parchment at the table. He didn't touch them.

"You need to learn a lesson about telling lies, Mr. Potter."

"I haven't told any lies," Harry said, starting to rise. Draco shook his head, the movement minute.

"You should also learn to not talk back to your teachers. But one thing at a time. I want you to write 'I must not tell lies', a hundred times."

Harry scowled. It seemed too simple a punishment. He sat down again and snatched up the quill. Halfway through the second word, he realized exactly what he was in for.

He looked at the blood pooling on his hand and then he flicked his eyes up at Draco. He thought he was being clever about it but Umbridge must have seen it.

"Mr. Malfoy, your punishment is to stay and make sure Mr. Potter finishes his assignment."

"I don't think so," Draco said. "As much as I enjoy watching Potter get maimed, I have better things to be doing."

"You should learn not to tell lies, Mr. Malfoy," Umbridge snapped. "I know you aren't working with us. And if you think your efforts are going to do anything to change what's happening or what's going to happen to that little Gryffindor girl you're so fond of-"

Draco moved quickly, with speed born of rage, Harry assumed. He had Umbridge against the wall, his forearm across her throat. His face was filled with an animal expression as if he were a werewolf after all.

When he spoke however, his tone was calm and even. "Now listen to me, Umbitch. I have my own plans for that little Gryffindor girl as you call her. If you touch her, if you even think of looking at her in the wrong way, you will answer to me. Not to Voldemort. Not to my father. Not to her brothers. To me. And I will burn your world to the ground. She is more important than you can ever imagine."

Draco released her. She looked terrified. She scurried from the room. The moment the door shut behind her, Harry exploded to his feet.

"You son of a bitch! I knew it! You're an asshole. How dare you use Ginny like this?"


Harry suddenly registered the expression on the other boy's face. It was a dangerous look, even more than the animalistic look from before.

"Malfoy, shut up," Harry hissed. He pulled out his wand and flicked it at the door with a silencing spell. He grinned at Draco.

Draco looked like he'd been thrown for a loop.

"Gotta say, Malfoy. Looks like Ginny really picked a winner." Harry paused and couldn't resist. "I mean, she is in love with me."

"You're an ass," Draco said but he was grinning. Just like that, the damn broke. Both boys burst out laughing.

A/N: Bet you didn't see this coming. I'm working on regular stories again!