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Chapter Two – Detention
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"I can't believe this!" I thought to myself, as I sat in the room, facing Mcgonogall along with Weasley, Potter and Alessia. "How could you let yourself blow up like that Scorpius!" I asked myself. "That annoying Potter git. I'm so fed up of their superior attitude!" I clenched my fists, trying to calm myself down. My father was going to be extremely dissapointed in me. This was the first time I got into so much trouble. And that damn Alessia just made things worse! Professor Mcgonogall was giving us a mouthful when Professor Longbottom walked in.
"Oh, sorry Professor. I didn't know that you were talking to the students," he said, standing awkwardly at the door. Dismissing his apology, Professor Mcgonogall asked Professor Longbottom to take care of punishing us himself, as she apparently had something important she needed to attend to.
"Good," I thought to myself, "With Potter and Weasley here, we'll surely get off easy. Anyway, everyone know Longbottom's a right softy." Itching to get out of the room, I turned to face Professor Longbottom, who in turn, started lecturing us aswell, and he finally said, "I believe you each should get five detentions, and they will be joint with both Gryffindor and Slytherin members. You will have to complete your tasks by helping each other and by means teamwork. As a matter of fact….Rose, you're a prefect for Gryffindor, right?" I saw Rose nod, and the expression on her face matched what I was feeling. Where is he going with this?
"And you, Scorpius and Alessia for Slytherin?" We both nodded, and a feeling of dread started to creep up. "Why don't you all do your rounds together, the Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects?" For a moment, the world stopped spinning. Is this guy for real? These people hold grudges for mistakes they made in the past, not even made by me; they make my life HELL with their stupid, snide remarks, and he wants ME to spend more time with THEM? I was too enraged to talk and my mouth was suddenly feeling very dry. "You'll start your detentions and your new rounds tomorrow," he declared. This was when we started to protest - but to no avail. "I'm not hearing any of it!" said Professor Longbottom, firmly, "This silly rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor needs to end once and for all, and it shall start from now," he declared with finality.
We all stormed out of the room, after that. Once out in the corridor, I hissed, " It's not enough I have to see a Weasley or a Potter everytime a turn a corner - now I have to put up with your immaturity for hours on end." Weasleys. The castle is practically infested with them. I can't even tell apart most of them.
"Oh believe me, Malfoy, none of us are happy about spending more time with you either," Rose snapped, turning to face me."Come on, Rose, let's go," James said. Rose was staring at me intently and I stared back determined not to break my gaze. I prided myself on the effect I have on people when it comes to eye contact. It's something I have picked up from my father. My grey eyes are extremely similar to his icy blue eyes, which have a way of seemingly piercing right through your soul, and I have seen many people who have been intimidated by this. However, Rose's gaze held for longer than I expected, and that was probably the longest two seconds of my life. As I willed myself to not break the eye contact, I was struck by how large and blue her own eyes were. Then she walked away with James and my eyes followed them. They turned round the corner, and disappeared out of sight.
"We haven't had lunch yet," Alessia said, "Let's go."
"No thanks," I replied gruffly, "I'm going to send a letter to my father before the school owls him. I'd rather he heard about this from me, first." Then I continued rudely, "We wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't decide to play the hero, you know." I turned on my heel and headed for the owlery, feeling a tinge of satisfaction at the site of Alessia's offended expression.
After sending a letter to my father, I went down to the dungeons. As I headed through the castle, I avoided all contact with those weasels. How the hell am I gonna survive a full night of rounds with that Rose from now on? There's no use complaining about the situation, no matter how ridiculous and stupid it is. I sat down, trying to finish my transfiguration essay before the afternoon classes. Thankfully, I didn't have any more classes with Gryffindor that day, so there was no chance of me coming across Rose again. I was too distracted to complete my essay, but at least I had a solid outline finished. The day finally ended. I barely got any work done, which is unlike me as I'm always competing for top-of-the-class student with the afore mentioned Weasley.
"I need to quit slacking," I scolded myself, "especially in the O.W.L. year." Leaving Austin, my fellow 5th year dormmate halfway through a game of exploding snaps, I went up to bed and retired, needing a break from all of the pressure which I felt was settling over me.
The next day after lunch, I headed down to my Potions class with the Ravenclaws. As I looked for a seat towards the front, I noticed her glare. Olivia Corner's. Her eyes are accusatory, as if I was the one who landed Rose in detention! I return the glare, until she is forced to look away by Professor Slughorn asking us to take our books out and turn to the chapter on what poisons the common antidote will work on.
"Today, you are going to read through this chapter, and brew the antidote to common poisons." Slughorn said in his usual cheerful tone. I breezed through the chapter, eager to get to the actual potion-making. I had practiced brewing this potion many times, so I allowed my mind to wander as my hands worked. When I finished the potion, I gave Slughorn a vial of it.
He beamed at me and quietly said, "You may leave now if you wish, there's nothing else we are going to do in class today." Smiling back, I packed up my stuff, pleased with the extra ten minutes I have before Transfiguration. The day dragged on. As the time ticked through the Transfiguration lesson, a feeling of dread settled over me. "Really, it's not that big of a deal," I tried reassuring myself. But when you are about to spend hours with people that you dislike, and you have no idea what to expect, nothing much seems to be able to comfort you.
A first year student had come to me earlier in the day, to give me a note signed from Professor Mcgonogall, listed the details of the first detention session. I had to go down to Hagrid's, for he would be the person supervising the detention. As I headed down, I took my time. When I finally arrived [ten minutes late] I faced a very annoyed-looking Rose, her fiery red hair bundled up in an untidy ponytail, wearing one of the Weasleys' signature sweaters, with the initial R on it. "His highness finally decided to show up!" she snapped. I rolled my eyes, dragged my hand through my hair and looked over at Hagrid, expectantly.
"You need ter trim the leaves off of 'em bowtruckles today. I have a lesson tomorrow that I need 'em fer. They're all collected and in tha' box." Hagrid said in his gruff voice. I focussed carefully as he demonstrated how to trim them without hurting them. Because this task required thought and concentration, it was actually rather easy to pretend that I am alone to a certain extent. I worked solidly for an hour, taking a bow truckle out of the box, trimming it, and returning it to a separate box. I ignored Rose easily, and she did not attempt to talk to me either. "But she's always there," a little voice in the back of my head would say, every time I hear the snipping of her clippers, and her occasional shifting. Once or twice our hands touched while picking up a bowtruckle, but I jerked mine away, trying to keep ignoring her. The fnal hour passed slowly, while I occasionally faltered in my attempts to ignore her. It was getting more difficult to concentrate. I could not wait to get out of there. It was awkward and and extremely annoying, not to mention how sore my hands were getting. Towards the end, Rose would stop and massage her arms and hands, but not once did she complain. I was quite impressed, seeing as she is probably much weaker than me, and I was already finding it so difficult.
By the end of the last hour, my hands were red from the harsh metal clippers. I dropped the clippers by Hagrid's hut, felt it appropriate to atleast nod a goodbye to Rose, who atleast nodded back, and walked off as fast as I could to get some food in me. I ignored all the Weasleys on the way and during dinner. There's no point in having to have more interaction with them then absolutely necessary. It's their fault we're in this mess anyways. If James hadn't been such a prat, there would've been no reason for me to stun him.
How am I going to keep this up? After the detentions are over I will still have to do the rounds with Rose every week. "I hate my life," I thought, "When I thought that it just couldn't get any worse, this happens." I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of fiery red plants, tying me down and entangling themselves to my body.
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