I trudged back into the Great Hall only to witness Neville and Draco fist fighting. Draco's nose was gushing blood and Neville's lip was cut. Professors were rushing over to the boys to end the brawl. Snape put Malfoy in a headlock and Hagrid was dangling Neville in midair by the arm. "Malfoy, you no good son of a bitch," Neville shouted. Draco spit blood on the ground, "What do you know, Longbottom, you finally grew some balls. Too bad Jenna's down with you." At that moment all eyes turned to me. "This is your fault? They're fighting over you," Harry screeched at me. "Obviously, Pothead," Draco sneered from Snape's grasp. "Shut up, Draco!" I screamed. "Well, sorrrry," he snapped sarcastically.
"Silence!" Professor Dumbledore demanded and a forced silence fell over the Great Hall. ", , to my office now," the Headmaster turned to me, "you shall join them Miss Iddler." As much as I felt the need to protest, I held my tongue. Professor Dumbledore is not one to question. I waited for Severus to release Draco and Neville's feet to return to the ground. They both adjusted their uniforms before shooting each other a death glare.
"You heard the headmaster, go," Severus shouted at the two boys. Neville practically ran out of the Great Hall. Draco, however, took his time walking, even though it was more of a strut. I rolled my eyes at the so-called Slytherin Prince. Boys were not meant to strut; at least that's my opinion. Professor Snape shot me a look and I reluctantly followed Draco.
"Could you walk any slower," Blondie groaned. "I could ask you the same thing," I said dryly. Draco scoffed, "I was waiting for you to catch up." I truly wanted to smack myself in the head. "Oh," I said while quickening my pace. "Better?" I asked once I was by Draco's side. He smirked at me, "Maybe." I stuck my tongue out at him in response. "Real mature, Iddler," he teased. "Says the boy who was just in a fist fight," I scoffed. "Please, only men fight," he defended. "Only men can control themselves," I retorted. Draco Malfoy had no words in response.
"Now will one of you shed light on the reason why that fight occurred," the Headmaster stated harshly. I noticed neither Neville nor Draco was going to say a word, and I raised my hand like a fool. "Yes, Miss Iddler," Professor Dumbledore spat. "I-it's my fault, sir. At least, I think so," I rambled idiotically. "It is your fault. It's your entire fault," Neville seethed. "She didn't punch me in the face, Longbottom, I believe that was you," Draco sneered. "Enough," Dumbledore commanded. I sank further into my seat. Neville's right, this is my fault. I didn't no he would blow his top though. I honestly didn't think he had it in him.
"Professor, I'll tell you why I hit Malfoy," Neville said meekly, "he kissed Jenna and Jenna's supposed to be my girlfriend." That's my Neville; the one who is nervous and respects authority. Why did I ruin everything? "Is that true, Miss Iddler," the Headmaster questioned. I nodded my head, feeling guilty and ashamed of myself. "Well, I cannot punish Jenna for what she did but," the professor paused for a moment, "I can punish you, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Malfoy." I heard both boys groan from either side of me. "As much as I wish I could order you all to therapy, I cannot so, boys you will both help Hagrid with maintaining the Quidditch field." They groaned in unison. "Feel free to join them, Miss Iddler," he added. That's his way of unofficially punishing me.
"Take a seat, Miss Iddler," Umbridge demanded in her sickly sweet voice. I sat down at the desk next to Draco without a world. "You'll both be doing lines for me today." I picked up my bag and sifted through it for a quill. "I have special quills for you to use," she stated with a creepy smile. I let my bag drop to the floor. Umbridge handed me a piece of parchment and ugly black quill. She gave Draco the same two objects. "I want you to write, 'I must not put myself before class.'"
"You haven't given us any ink," Draco said dryly. "You won't be needing any," the toad replied with a giggle. I rolled my eyes and began writing. The page was completely blank when I finished the first line. Instantly, I felt a stabbing pain in my left hand. I looked and saw 'I must not put myself before class' carved into my skin.