I have no idea what this story is, I'm just making this shit up as I go

*Recap*

"Mr Potter, there you are, come with me." Came Mrs McGonagall's stern voice from behind them.

Harry turned around and felt he good mood slowly deteriorate.

***

Every curse word Harry knew both from the muggle and wizard world was flying through his head at that very moment, there could be hundreds of reasons why Mrs McGonagall would want to speak to him but all he could think about was all the rules he had broken today.

"Sit," Said McGonagall gesturing to the worn red arm chair facing her desk. Harry slowly walked over to it and sunk into the soft velvet material all while Mrs McGonagall's firm gaze lay on him.

"Do you know why you're here Mister Potter?"

Harry shook his head. McGonagall gave a heavy sigh and stared at one of the many moving paintings hung on the wall.

"You are here Potter because today after lunch Mr Filch saw you trailing mud on the floor that according to him had just been swept, that alone would have resulting in points lost from Gryffindor."

Harry couldn't help but give out a relieved sigh, he had been expecting that McGonagall had found out about something much worse than a bit of mud.

"However," Said McGonagall louder seeing how relieved Harry looked, "Since when Mr Filch called you over you ran away I am forced to give you a detention as well. Mr Filch also said you were accompanied by two other friends, now one will assume that those two friends were Mister Weasley and Miss Granger but since Mr Filch said he didn't know for sure who those friends are it would be unfair to punish them so you can tell Miss Granger and Mr Weasley they are safe, for now."

Harry swore that he saw a small smile appear on her thin lips.

"Off you hop now, I'll send the date for your detention tomorrow."

"Good night Professor" He said walking rather quickly out her office where he met Ron wringing his hands anxiously.

Ron's eyes lit up when he caught sight of Harry, "What happened?"

"Filch told McGonagall about the mud but its fine, he didn't recognise you or Hermione."

Harry felt an enormous rush of affection towards Ron when he saw that hearing he wasn't in trouble didn't make his expression any less concerned.

"But what about you, Harry?"

"Only a detention, after last year I'm use to them."

"Still I can't believe Filch, what a git"

Harry and Ron went on a full rant about Filch that involved words that would make Mrs McGonagall faint. Harry had been so engrossed with the conversation he didn't realise that they had already arrived at the fat ladies painting who was looking very tired. Ron said the password (candlesticks) and they went into the common room where about ten people were up, one of them Hermione who, like usual, was reading.

"That was an awfully long Quidditch practice"

Ron yawned "That's because McGonagall made Harry go to her office, Filch told her about the mud and Harry got a detention but Filch didn't recognize us."

"Oh I feel bad now, I was the one who suggested we visit Hagrid"

"Don't worry about it Hermione, it's only a detention."

"I'm going to bed, care to join me?" Said Ron after a few moments of silence. (Not in that way you dirty fucks)

"Yeah, alright."

"Maybe later," Said Hermione opening her book back up.

Harry yawned "Suit yourself."

***

Harry didn't know how long he had been awake, it felt like years.  The soft snores of Neville were the only noise that filled the dorm and it seemed like everyone in Gryffindor was asleep, except Harry. No matter how hard Harry tried he couldn't feel the least bit tired, the sleepy mood he had a few hours ago had completely and utterly disappeared. Now Harry could only think of one thing or person, Draco. Harry dec9iided that he needed to stop denying that he had a crush on him, it was now obvious, even to himself. The only time he felt anything like this was when he had a brief crush on Cho Chang, maybe Harry had forgotten but he couldn't remember ever being remotely as attracted to Cho as he did to Draco.

Harry punched his pillow repeatedly, why Draco? Why couldn't it be anyone but Draco, who was one of the only people who had no chance of being attracted to him? Harry gave a defeated sigh, he would just have put up with his feelings until they go away, and that was the only solution.

***

The next Morning Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered around in one of the many corridors in Hogwarts castle talking about the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade on Saturday.

"I think we shouldn't spend too long there, you two both have so much work to catch up on." Hermione interrupted when Ron was telling of all the sweets he would buy.

"We have plenty of time Hermione, stop stressing," sighed Ron.

Hermione laughed, "stop stressing, I think that's impossible with all the work we get, and now that Voldemort is back." She added in a hushed voice.

"Still, I haven't had any chocolate is so long," Ron whined.

Harry noticed three figures at the end of the corridor, they were unmistakably Crabbe, Goyle and Draco.

In a flash Harry whipped his hands in his pocket and pulled out a small box of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans.

"Why do you have those?" Asked Ron Puzzled.

"Um...you...err....said you hadn't had sweets so..." Muttered Harry while his face flushed. The real reason he kept a box in his pocket was so whenever Draco came he could eat the spearmint flavoured ones since that was apparently one of Draco's favourite smell, but of course Harry wouldn't admit that to Ron in a million years.

Harry shook the box towards Ron and Hermione and grabbed a couple of mint ones for himself.

"Thanks Harry" said Hermione pulling out a pink and white one Harry recognised as strawberry cheese cake.

Ron picked out a couple himself, one of them was an odd green one. "Thanks mate"

Ron observed the green one, "what do you think this one is, looks like slime to me."

"It's not slime, I've had one before it's Lemon and lime," said Hermione eating her own one.

Ron shrugged and popped it in his mouth before spitting it out after a few seconds.

"Ew grass clippings!" he choked.

Harry and Hermione roared with laughter.

"Oi Potter, I want a word with you"

In all the excitement Harry forgot Draco was there. He forced a scowl mirroring Draco's own face
"What do you want?"

"Apparently you were going around jinxing my friends."

"So?" Said Ron in a bored voice.

"If you do it again then you'll be sorry." 

Harry opened his mouth to retort but a small, squeaky voice got there first.

"Er.. Harry I have a letter to you, from Mrs McGonagall" Said Colin Creevy Nervously.

"Oh look, more mudbloods come to join the party," Draco sneered.

Harry ignored Draco and took the letter from Colin it read:

"Mister Potter,

Your detention will take place on Saturday at 2 pm in Mr Filches office, don't be late.

Mrs McGonagall"

"Thanks Colin," muttered Harry drearily, now he would have to miss out on the Hogsmeade trip as well.

"I also have one for you Draco," Colin held out the letter avoiding Draco's eyes. Draco snatched it roughly out colin's hands and made a point by only holding it by his fingertips, as if he didn't want to touch anything he had. Draco began to read it and frowned.

"What is it Draco?" asked Crabbe.

Draco groaned, "I have a detention at Mr Filches office on Saturday, for breaking that window yesterday"

Wowza that chapter made me want to die