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Trials, Tribulation & Love	By : Manhattan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Persons and Places (aka subjects) belong to JK. Rowling. The only thing I am proud to claim is the dang plot.

Warning: Slash! Draco/Harry. If it bothers you, do not continue beyond this line! Angst and Romance.

CHAPTER ONE

Harry had never felt happier in his life. He felt as if he wanted to savor this day forever so that he’d never forget it.

The Gryffindors had just crushed the Slytherins in their first Quidditch match of the season. It had been a spculacular game- or at least the end had been.

Up until the last minute of the match, in which Harry had caught the Golden Snitch, the Slytherins were one hundred and twenty points in the lead.

Malfoy had been taunting him horribly and with every Slytherin goal, Harry had felt more and more sure that they were going to lose this game, as Harry had seen neither hide or hair of the SnitBR> BR>

But miraculously, when Harry thought all hope was gone, he’d capturee Sne Snitch right in front of Malfoy’s very nose. Malfoy had been busy throwing snide comments at Harry about the Gryffindors doom and was nearly knocked off his broom by surprise when Harry had lunged out his arm toward Malfoy’s face, looking triumphant. He had been even more shocked when he realized that Harry was clutching the Snitch.

Harry could still picture clearly Malfoy’s expression from that moment. A grin spread across his face just remembering it.

“That was bloody brilliant Harry!” Ron cheered enthusiastically as they struggled to make their way back up to the castle. They had to struggle because a huge throng of students were following Harry all the way, thumping him on the back and chanting, ‘Victory for Gryffindor!”. They were so sure that the Slytherins were going to win.

The match, which had lasted for four hou hours (the longest match Harry had ever played) had caused all remaining classes to be canceled that day.

The students, were all in very good moods (except the Slytherins, who were sulking and throwing murderous looks at the Gryffindors) and were permitted to roam the halls freely until dinner time.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had decided to spend their remaining hour in the school courtyard.

As they were heading there, their happy chatting about the game was interrupted by none other then Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkison.

“What do you want Malfoy?” Ron said. “Come to finally acknowledge your sparkling defeat?”

“You shut up Weasel!” Pansy screeched menacingly. “You’re not even worth half of Draco-”

Ron scoffed and drew himself up. “Not worth half of him am I? I’ll show you half of him-” he began pushing up his sleeves but Hermione grabbed his arm warningly.

“You think you’re so clever and heroic all the time Potter.” Malfoy whispered, his gray eyes were flashing as if he wanted nothing more than to kill.

“Clever and heroic am I?” Harry laughed. “Well I’d rather that then being white and furry and squirmy- you know a ferre-”

“Shut the fuck up Potter!” There wasn’t even a sl sha shadow of a smirk on Malfoy’s pale face anymore. He had flung his hands into the pockets of his robes and pulled out his wand.

Harry didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed his wand and pointed at Malfoy.

“What if I don’t want to?” he spat.

“Well then, I’ll just have to make you.” Malfoy raised his wand and opened his mouth.

But before he could get a word out of it, a loud voice boomed over their heads.

“Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter! What in the name of Merilin is going on here?”

“Pro-Professor McGonagall!” Hermione squeaked.

Harry and Malfoy had their heads turned to look at Professor McGonagall but their arms were still frozen in the air.

“Absolutely immature! Seventh year here and you still cannot get over your silly fights! Detention! Both of you!” her nostrils were flared and her eyes were bulging.

“But- Professor!” Ron said angrily. “It was Malfoy! He started-”

“Mr. Weasley! You will keep your mouth closed!” Professor McGonagall snapped. She then turned back to Harry and Malfoy and pointed her finger at them. “You two will come with me.”

Harry was too angry to object. He lowered his wand and without looking at Malfoy, followed Professor McGonagall away from the gathered spectators. He could hear Malfoy’s footsteps behind him.

No one uttered a word as she led them down three corridors, up a flight

of steps, down another corridor and then into the empty Transfiguration classroom.

“Sit.” she pointed at two chairs with her wand and made them magically draw themselves forward. y any and Malfoy slumped down into them.

Professor McGonagoll looked very sternly at them through her spectacles.

“I won’t even ask why this scuffle started- you two should know well by now tfighfighting is clearly unacceptable in the halls! A detention should teach your two thick skulls a good lesson!”

“Professor? I won’t complain about the detention, as long as it’s not with him.” Malfoy said, jabbing his thumb in Harry’s direction.

Harry had to muster up all his self-control to no sno snort.

“Like I want to spend a detention with you either.” he muttered.

A grim smile appeared on Professor McGonagoll’s face.

“You will both serve detention tonight, out on the castle grounds. Together.”

“But Professor!” Harry shot up. “He’ll take any chance to hex me when I’m not looking!”

“Then no wands then.” she said simply.

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “No wands?”

“No wands Mr. Malfoy.” she repeated. “You two will weed the the lawns by hand. Your dtiontion will start at precisely eleven o’clock. I will expect you here in this classroom fifteen minutes before.” she got up out of her chair and swept out of the classroom.

Without a word or glance in Harry’s direction, Malfoy exited too.

Harry rolled his eyes and groaned. Detention with Malfoy. Great. Just what he needed. And if Professor McGonagoll thought that forbidding wands would do any good, she was wrong because he knew that Draco would probably just throw him a nasty punch instead.

Sighing, he got up too and decided that he’d go down to the Great Hall for dinner.
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