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The Five Marauders, YearThree

Chapter 37

"Ivy, please tell me you're joking," I begged, wide eyed.

"I refuse," Malfoy said, though he knew he had no choice in the matter.

"As I said, it's either this, or both of you will face expulsion. You have caused too much fights in the past, and I believe that this will keep you under control," Ivy said calmly.

"But that's just cruel!" I exclaimed, "Cruel and unfair!"

"I can even become the blood-traitor's best friend, as long as I don't have to do that," Malfoy sneered.

"Mr Malfoy, I refuse to have such language used in my office. You either do as I say, or you will both be expelled. The choice is yours."

"Wait till my father hears about this," The Slytherin growled.

"I'm sure your daddy will not be very proud if you get expelled," Ivy glared, "So what are your choices."

"Where would I stay if I was expelled?" I muttered through clenched teeth. I did not like this punishment.

"Fine. I'll do it," Malfoy glared.

"Wonderful. I expect to see both of you at the front of the Great Hall during lunch."

I sighed audibly.

This is going to be the longest two hours of my life.

I was already standing in the Hall with Ivy when Malfoy walked up to us with an angry sneer on his face.

"Let's get this over and done with," He spat.

Ivy smirked and magicked two identical chair facing the hall.

"Do be seated," She said.

We sat as asked.

"Hold hands," She ordered.

The order was heard by most of the hall, and everyone turned to see our punishment.

Slowly, we grabbed each other's hands, and with a flick of her wand, Ivy glued them together.

"Two hours start now. Have fun together."

"Worst punishment ever," I muttered as the hall laughed at our embarrassed faces.

"Tell me about it," Malfoy spat, "You have sweaty hands."

"You're the one who's hands are sweating!" I protested.

"Slytherins don't sweat."

"Of course they don't."

"You know, you two look kind of adorable together."

"Piss off Black. I'm already angry enough as it is," Malfoy threatened.

"Oh, but I'm sure holding hands with Jamie isn't that bad. At least it's not Snivellus," James grinned.

"I'd rather hold hands with Snape then this filthy blood-traitor," Malfoy replied, elbowing me in the arm.

"Shut your mouth Malfoy. How do you think I feel? Having to hold hands with a stuck up, pureblood brat?" I growled, "I think I should have gone with expulsion instead of this."

"Shouldn't have attacked me then!" He said.

"You blame me?!" I exclaimed, "You little scum! I should have kicked your Slytherin arse harder, then maybe you'd take your big head out of it and realise that you provoked me!"

"As if you could do any more then give me a little bruise," He muttered.

"Oh, you should be happy I didn't have my wand on me. If I had my way, you'd never be able to have any children!"

"If I had my way, you'd be long dead," He muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

"Is that supposed to scare me? You couldn't kill an ant, much less a person. Or do you mean your lovely Voldykins? He won't kill me. I'm too precious to him to be killed."

If looks could kill, I'd long be dead. If there wasn't a charm on both of us to prevent violence, I'd long be dead. If any more Slytherins heard what I said, I'd be killed, resurrected and fed to a snake.

But Malfoy couldn't cause me any harm at the present moment, but I could see he clearly wanted to.

"How dare you speak about the Dark Lord like that?" Malfoy glared, fury present in every inch of his body.

"I dare, because I can."

"Alright, your two hours are up," Ivy finally said, stopping whatever Malfoy was going to say, "If you ever get caught fighting, it'll be five."

The charms were removed from us, and I half expected Malfoy to attack me for what I said, but he didn't. He only sent me a death glare, and left to meet his friends without a second word.

"I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I HATE HER!" I yelled, "I can't BELIEVE she made me HOLD HANDS WITH MALFOY for TWO HOURS!"

"Calm down Fierce. You've been pacing and ranting for the past three hours," Sirius said.

We were in the boys' common room, and as Sirius said, I've been pacing and ranting ever since we got there.

"Urgh, I can still feel Malfoy on my hand," I groaned, finally falling beside Sirius' on his bed, "Look, it even smells like him," I added, pressing my palm against his nose.

"Yuck, get that away," He screamed, "Smells of Slytherin!"

"So what do you guys have to do for detention?" I asked curiously.

"Lines," Remus replied.

"WHAT?!" I screamed, "I HAVE TO HOLD HANDS WITH LUCIUS BLOODY MALFOY FOR TWO HOURS, AND YOU HAVE TO DO LINES?!"

"Yup," Sirius grinned, popping the 'p'.

I grabbed Sirius' pillow, pressed it against my face, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Life is so unfair," I said once I was done screaming.

Abraxas Malfoy

"You can congratulate your son, Abraxas. He did a wonderful job," The Dark Lord praised, "We know more and more about our little Jemmia each and every day.

"So she's less tolerant to pain. I presume this must be linked to her last visit. And her charms skill is developing. In a couple of years, she will be a powerful weapon I must have on my side."

With that, I was dismissed from the Lord's quarters. I only hope that my son's next letter will be as satisfactory to the Lord as this one.

That was short… please don't shoot me :(