s e r p e n t {a drarry fic}

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Just a heads up, I apologize for my god awful attempts to write Hagrid's accent or whatever you want to call it. I've always been bad at writing stuff like that, but I had to write it regardless. So, once again, my apologies.

Song: poker face - Lady Gaga (slowed)

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"Malfoy, Potter. I assume you boys already understand why you're here with me tonight?" McGonagall asked sternly.

"Yes ma'am." Both boys softly spoke in unison.

"Very well. You will be spending the next 7 school nights with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest from 7:00 - 11:00."

Harry and Draco shared uneasy glances. "Uh, Professor, our wands aren't-" Harry started, before Minerva interrupted him.

"Yes, I am aware of your wand situation. Your magic will not be necessary for your detention."

The two boys stood there awkwardly, unknowing if they should leave or stay until she tells them to go. Observing their discomfort, McGonagall smiled reassuringly before shooing them out of the room.

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"Ah, I've been waiting for ye' boys. 'ave a seat." Hagrid called joyfully.

Harry and Malfoy sat on two opposing armchairs.

"Now, since ye' can't use yer magic, you will simply being cleanin the forest of trash 'n all." He explained.

'Could be worse' Draco thought.

"I'll lead ye' out to the forest, from there you'll be on yer own. It's not al' that dangerous."

Potter and Malfoy shared an uneasy glance.

Hagrid grinned. "Well, what're ye' waiting for?"

Harry and Malfoy followed reluctantly, their lanterns in hand as Hagrid led them to the entrance of the forest.

"This reminds me of first year." Draco mumbled.

Harry snorted. "I know, right?"

"Well, good luck. I'll see yer at 11." Hagrid spun on his heel to head back to his cabin.

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"So, erm. Now what?" Harry asked awkwardly.

Draco shrugged. "I don't even remember what we are supposed to be doing."

The raven haired kicked at the dirt awkwardly. "Well, I guess we will figure it out. Something about cleaning up."

"Oh joy." Draco replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes, Malfoy. Maybe you'll find a brain back there." Harry smirked playfully.

"Oh sod of Potter." Draco sneered, a teasing glare in his silver eyes.

"Well? After you, Malfoy. In the Muggle world, they always say 'ladies first'." The emerald eyed boy snickered.

Draco shot him a glare, before retorting. "Well then, perhaps it's your call, Ms. Potter." He smirked.

Though, his smirk faded when he saw Harry's face had fallen.

'Ms. Potter..' Harry's mind drifted. 'I've heard that term numerous times in flashbacks that I had been "blessed" with. My mother, Ms. Potter. Well technically it would be Mrs. Potter.'

Harry snapped out of his trance when he felt an uneasy hand on his shoulder, and a certain blonde softly speaking his name.

"Potter, you alright? You spaced out for like 5 minutes. Sorry for whatever I might've said." Draco trailed off.

"It's fine. Just got lost for a moment. Let's go, shall we Princess Malfoy?" Harry grinned, noticing Draco had slightly gone red.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "You act an awful lot like a Slytherin for a Gryffindor." Draco pointed out.

"Well, I am technically a Slytherin. I begged to be put in a different house, and the sorting hat listened, putting me in Gryffindor instead. Gryffindor would basically be my 2nd house, not my first." Harry explained.

"Really? Nobody has ever gotten to choose their house before." The blonde frowned. "Not that I know of at least."

"Well, I'm special." Harry smirked, finally walking into the forest.

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About two hours later, Harry glanced down at his watch. 9:48.

Not attentive to where he was going, the raven found himself tumbling face first to the ground after tripping over a root.

Draco broke out in laughter, before walking over to Harry.

"You okay?" He giggled, offering a hand to help him up. Harry grabbed it, pulling himself from the ground.

"Just peachy." He groaned, wiping the dirt from his robes and gently tracing the bleeding gash on his face.

"Did you get hurt anywhere else? Or just your face?" Malfoy asked, glancing down at the boys wrist that was peeking out of his sleeves.

"Uh, just this one cut. Not the end of the world."

"Oh. Your wrists are all bruised as well for some reason." The silver eyed boy said casually.

Harry glanced down in agitation, his eyes meeting a bruise that circled his wrist like a bracelet.

Shit, my glamours are fading off. I need my magic!

He swiftly pulled his sleeve back down, and continued walking. Malfoy shot him a confused glance, but Harry seemed to have ignored him.