Summary: In a detention with Hagrid, Draco is to help the 'big oaf' with his even bigger oaf of a brother, Grawp. When Hagrid is called away to the castle for an emergency meeting, what else were two beings to do to pass the time? Draco x Grawp
Warning: Draco x Grawp! And for smuttiness.
Prologue-It's your fault anyway
'This is all that stupid scar-heads fault anyway. Just because he happens to be the Golden Boy doesn't mean that he cannot receive any punishment. Father was right; Dumbledore does dote too much on that Potter.
If only he knew what these idiot teachers were going to have me do. I'm sure he would bring down the whole school board and ministry, but I can handle this on my own. I don't need my Fathers protection forever. I'm a Malfoy, and a Slytherin. Some would go was far as to call me the 'Prince of Slytherin'. If that isn't an honor then I don't know what is,' thought Draco as he lay spread out on his black and silver bed coverings.
I had just come out of Care of Magical Creatures (CoMC), said a scathing, and should I say, truthful and rather witty, remark to that oaf Hagrid where out of nowhere Potty comes out and begins shouting at me about being nice to that half-human. Saying things like, 'He's way better than you, Malfoy!' and other such nonsense. Pfft! Like anyone can be better than a Malfoy. I don't know what kind of lies that Weasel filled his empty head with, but with the way he refused my hand of friendship, one that I had never offered to anyone else, the lies might have been very great indeed.
It's not like I care what Potty thinks. If anything, I couldn't care less. Why I keep thinking about it, I don't know, but it is really bothering me right now. I think I'll stop.
Anyway, back to the problem at hand. So because of this truthful remark about that oaf, and I admit I wasn't be completely Slytherin at this point (which I'm blaming that Scar-head); I got caught expressing my right of freedom of speech. (or is that only in America?) Despite my best effort to slither out of trouble, said oaf just happened to appear on the scene.
Matters grew worse from there. Just because I had my wand trained steadily on the ebony-haired teen superstar, didn't mean that I was going to curse him or anything. Such drivel, I swear. If anything, I was defending myself. Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be seen and three others were opposing me was completely unfair.
The Mudblood, despite her worthless existence, is very verse in the art of cursing; I'll admit to that, rather and unwillingly I might add. The Weasel, on the other hand, is a disgrace to purebloods. He may have the blood, but skill and finesse he lacks. His towering frame and hot headedness however are a somewhat formidable opponent. And lastly was Potter, Potty, Scar head, Golden Boy, Savior…whatever you wish to call him, he was there. Even I would be a fool to turn my back on him, and one thing us Malfoys' aren't, is a fool. There is reason as to why he is hailed as a Savior to the Wizarding World, reason why even Dumbledore himself dotes on the boy.
My point is, it was three against one, and even with all the Dark curses at my disposal, I knew that I wouldn't be able to defeat them. Call it a Slytherin intuition if you will. So I just slowly lowered my wand, but never pocketed it. That would have been a foolish move, and I said us Malfoys' were no fools.
So the lout appeared and bellowed my name in that monstrous voice of his. Actually, everything about him is rather monstrous. He blocked my vision of the three troublesome teens and glared at me with disdain. I merely responded by looking at him like something that belonged on the bottom of my shoe. 'Detention, Malfoy!' he yelled to me, 'Tonight, meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest near my home, from there I'll need your help gathering some things for Professor Sprout and Professor Snape.'
I know that at that moment I looked like a fish out of water. I clearly remember my last encounter with that Forest and helping this beast at that time too, no less. That despicable 'golden trio' was laughing at the look of my face; I just know they were. I, of course, tried to wiggle my way out of trouble again, claiming that it was Potter that had taken his wand out first, but to no avail. I don't even know why I even bothered to try.
I sigh as I finally decide to get off of my bed in the Slytherin house. I make my way down the grainy stone staircase and swagger my way out of the common room. News about my detention has spread throughout the house, some wishing that a werewolf eats me, others angered at the injustice of this. Such were things in this 'eat or get eaten' house. I spared no one a glance as I made my outside.
I passed moving pictures, pass the Great Hall and made my way to Hagrid's 'home'. The grass was damp beneath my black shoes, the air crisp and fragrant with freshness. The sun was just about to set any moment now, allowing wisps of color to taint the night sky. Purples and deep oranges and reds mixed in the sky above, bathing the grounds with an impeccable beauty. Even I had to admit that.
The glowing moon was soon peaking out of the clouds, using its own reflected light to illuminate the grounds. I walked faster to that shabby old hut, ready to get this detention over with. I wanted to go to sleep already. The day is already long enough without having to serve a detention at night as well.
I let out a deep sigh. The darkness soon enveloped everything. The sun had set a while ago, and its beautiful light and color had drowned. I take out my wand and whisper a quick lumos in order to see where I'm going. I finally make it to the smoking hut, the dark smoke escaping through the small chimney. That creature is waiting outside, along with his dog. A pink umbrella in one hand and a crossbow in the other, while a basket lies at his feet. His eyes narrow at me in distrust, while mine narrow back at him in disgust.
'Here Malfoy' he says, signaling to the basket at his feet. I sneer as I reach down to pick it up with the hand not holding my wand. He then continues to talk in that incomprehensible accent of his. Drivel no doubt. I gather the gist of it though.
We are to look for some Bella Donna and other herbs. I'm not sure what Professor Snape needs these for, but I intend to find out. Especially since I'm out here because he couldn't overrule the detention. I hold in a sigh as I creep closer to the towering giant, careful to avoid getting near that horrid dog, and him for that matter. I mean, seriously, does he even bathe? I don't believe he has ever heard of soap in his life. I don't say anything though, I just try to breathe with my mouth as best as I could.
The forest looks as eerie as ever, more so now than during the day. The shadows cling to the brown branches and the sounds of twigs breaking and some crickets chirping fill the air. Maybe the smell of the forest will overpower the smell manifesting from Hagrid. We creep closer to the edge, and the trees look large and over powering. I'm somewhat afraid at the moment, not that I'd admit it. And with that we begin to enter.
A/N: That's it for this prologue. Again, email, message, or review if you like this, want to continue it, or whatever. Just let me know what you think. Remember this is Draco x Grawp. Grawp, as in Hagrid's giant brother, Grawp. So just keep that in mind when contacting me about this story. Till later!