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Title: Astronauts
Author: Sayan
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never mine, never will be and no money earned. Don't sue me I know that they don't belong to me, I just play with them.
A/N: It is not beta read because I don't have a beta. My mother tongue is not English so there will be mistakes galore. I've done my best. This was originally thought as an answer to a challenge on the SSFF, an unusual usage of Wingardium Leviosa. I missed the deadline but it didn't stop spooking through my mind, here's the outcome.

Astronauts 1/3

A dark haired boy was walking down a hallway, not very fast and with the air of indignation around him. His shoulders were hanging and a package was dangling from his right hand. Now and then a disgusted look would be thrown in its direction.
Detention was something far down on every students like-to-do list. Maybe one or two places above exams but not by much. Detention with a certain Potions Master was clearly ranked under exams, though.
Harry Potter was no exception from this unwritten rule. With proud sixteen, nearly an adult, you shouldn't be forced to bite down every remark and accept such degrading work like scrubbing cauldrons all night long, especially if you have done nothing wrong.
Green eyes glittered with suppressed anger and the innocent package was glared at again. As if the powdered dandelion roots were responsible for the stupid humans actions.
The Gryffindor snorted.
How was he to blame when somebody forgot to add the SMB (special magical breed) label on the bottle, to mark them as extra potent ingredients? And really, how should he have known that these special bottles are dark green and not dark blue?
Every sane person would have seen reason that he wasn't responsible for the botched potion. Harry had everything measured perfectly and he had added Vesuv-ant-wings exactly after the infusion of water, salamander eyes and the powdered roots simmered for ten minutes. Unfortunately the extra potency had altered the simple warmth potion into a lava potion.
The boys 'surprise potion' had blubbered and spilled some drops over the edge of the cauldron on his workstation, nearly setting it on fire. Next thing Harry remembered was a very irate Potions Master, 50 points from Gryffindor, a biting remark about his intelligence and the order to replace the wasted roots.
And detention.
Harry hadn't talked back, knowing from experience that it wouldn't do any good
"For sheer incompetence and endangering your classmates who have the bad luck to be in his self absorbed and stupid company." Snape's voice still rang in his ears.
Now the Gryffindor was sweaty, with dirt under his nails and a ruined robe after digging out long and strong roots. They had to be removed out unscratched.
Harry was now standing in front of the potions classroom to deliver his bounty.
The door was halfway open.
Trying to make his eyes void of every emotion, Harry knocked on the doorframe and entered.
No nasty, temperamental teacher in sight. The room was empty. On his workstation the cauldron still blubbered merrily. He would stay this for some hours until it used up its own energy. It was a good thing that it was Friday afternoon.
After ten minutes and still no teacher, the pupil was getting impatient.
Where was Snape?
Maybe he should take this as an omen, store the roots away in storeroom (after labelling the package SMB, of course) and be gone.
But curious.
Since when was the storeroom unlocked when Snape wasn't present?
Ah well, whatever.
Presents from the Gods shouldn't be questioned.
He entered the adjourning room, looking for an appropriate bottle and-
Gasped.
Someone was in there already and it wasn't the Potions Master. A nearly-as-unpleasant substitute, namely Mister Draco Malfoy presented his derriere to his audience while rummaging through one of the boxes on the floor. A box with rare and very dangerous ingredients, if Harry wasn't mistaken.
The blond was searching something urgently wriggling his arse in a way that made Harry giggle.
"Hey, ferret boy, have you lost something?"
Bang.
"Ouch!!!!"
Rubbing his head the Slytherin was diving out of the cupboard, rubbing his hurting head.
"Potter!"
"Oh, I see. You practise a special, eh presentation of certain body-areas for Snape. And I thought you are already a master in this art. Tut tut."
The Slytherin blushed furiously and launched himself at his rival, magic and aristocratic behaviour forgotten in favour of good old blood spilling.
Both boys crashed into the wall.
After five years and some months of anger it was really refreshing to let off some steam. What a pity that there wasn't more space.
A punch in the face sent Harry spread-eagled to the floor. He gasped, trying to get some air back into his lungs and readied himself for the next attack. Which didn't come. Malfoy wasn't enough sportsman to let him stand up again, so what was going on? He huried to get on his feet again.
"Malf- hmmmpf?!?"
A palm was firmly placed over his mouth and a furious but quiet "Shhhhh!" was whispered against his ear.
"There is someone in the main room." The hand was removed.
"And I care because?"
"Use whatever cell still functions in this brain of yours. If we are caught we would be both in trouble."
Harry pressed his hanky to his bleading upper lip. Uh. Fighting in his storeroom would not go well with Snape. It was unlikely that Malfoy would get punished. So why would Malfoy—?
The Slyth must have attempted to steal something and didn't want to be caught.
And it could be someone else catching them too.
Steps could be heard.
The blonde had nearly shut the door and was peaking trough the crack.
"Who is it?"
The Gryffindor pressed himself against the other boy and tried to get a look himself. He had grown a little bit the last year and was now taller than the other boy.
First they couldn't see anything.
But then-
"Lupin and-"
"Snape."
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