A/N: This is my first FanFiction, so don't be too harsh. The story gets a lot better. This is more like an intro...
Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J K Rowling. I only own the plot.
Draco needed to get to the owlery before Transfiguration. If he didn't hurry, he'd get to class late, and he couldn't afford to be late again. As he hurried toward the door, Weasley stuck his foot out and tripped him. Draco fell against the cold stone floor and his bag flew across the room. Some of its contents spilled out because he hastily forgot to fully close it.
Draco stuffed his books and things back into the bag, then ran off to the owlery. He attached his letter to his eagle owl, let it fly off, and ran back down to Transfiguration.
"Thank you for finally joining us, Mr. Malfoy," came McGonagall's stern voice when he entered the room, panting. "You were five minutes late, so how about we deduct five points from Slytherin?"
"Draco walked to his seat between Crabbe and Goyle, and for the remainder of class doodled pictures of Weasley in unpleasant situations. Hit by lightning… thrown off a cliff… squashed by raging elephants… mud pouring out his mouth instead of words… being taken as food for a baby dragon by its mother.
Draco distantly heard McGonagall say class was dismissed, then shot up to leave. "Mr. Malfoy, a word, if you please?"
As he heard snickers throughout the classroom, Draco trudged down to McGonagall's desk. "What is it, Professor?"
"This is the third time in two weeks that you have been late. I think a detention will be your punishment the next time you are not in your seat by the time class begins.
"Yes, Professor."
"That is all. Now go."
Draco didn't need a second telling. He just about ran from the room while maintaining a dignified gait.
A/N: This chapter is very boring. It gets better, so please read and review! If not, I might not post anything else.