AN: just a quick drabble that popped into my mind. No big deal…
Just because I know it might be hard to follow, I've sorted it. Plain text is what's happening with Dumbledore.
Italics is a flashback.
Bold is Draco Malfoy speaking.
Underline is Hermione Granger speaking.
Absolutely Not
Albus Dumbledore loved it when his Head Boy and Girl fought. No, he didn't enjoy the tears and harsh words, he loved being proved right. And this was just another one of those instances.
Maybe it was wrong of him, to have placed listening spells in their quarters. But it could be justified with the idea that he wanted to be able to break up any potential fights, yes? No matter the case, these two particular students always managed to amuse him without fail.
"Listen here, Malfoy! I will not be spoken down to by you or any of your friends. Stop trying to undermine my authority with the first years!"
"Easy, Granger. I didn't undermine anything. I saved you from further embarrassing yourself, ungrateful twat."
Albus smiled knowingly, remembering the incident they were clearly referring to.
Annabelle Porter paced the hall outside of Transfiguration, waiting for her friends to appear.
Footsteps. Ah, finally. She looked up hopefully- and was disappointed. Instead of her friends, it was resident know it all, Head Girl Hermione Granger. She immediately stepped back, assuming the girl was going to pass her. "Excuse me! Why are you not in a class right now?"
Shocked, Annabelle looked up. "What? Oh… I, uh, I…"
Apparently, Granger didn't take well to playing the fool. "Ten points from Slytherin, Porter. Try to get to classes on time."
More footsteps. Was it finally her friends? No… of course not. "What's got your knickers in a twist, Granger? She's just having a bit of fun. Ten points to Slytherin, for not cursing the Head Girl." He smirked. Granger looked like she wanted to strangle him, but refrained. Darn, what a show that would've been.
"Malfoy! You cant give her back those points! She should've been in class, and she's not!"
Ah, yes. Albus Dumbledore was many things, but a fool was not one of them. Anybody who looked at the current Head students could see their obvious outward hatred for eachother, and many people did infact question the Headmaster's logic in choosing the enemies as the Heads.
"I was not embarrassing myself, you miserable git! Ten points from Slytherin for your language, too!"
Albus watched delightedly as ten shiny stones withdrew themselves from the large collection currently in the house points sorter labeled 'slytherin.'
"Ten points for Gryffindor for producing immature brats."
"Thirty points from Slytherin for being a self absorbed pansy!"
"I'll have you know, I'm nothing at all like Parkinson."
Silence. Well, that was odd. And then finally…
"Prove it." Albus shook his head. Sometimes the fiery little Gryffindor girl could walk herself into the most blatant of traps.
A few minutes later, only nine words would leave her mouth.
"Forty points to Slytherin for being an outstanding kisser."
And people questioned his sanity. Albus Dumbledore smiled. He might be getting old, but he had definitely not lost his touch.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being a suckup."
"HEY!"
Oh no, old he might be. Decrepit? Probably. Overly dramatic at times? Yes. Foolish? Absolutely not at all.