In the following weeks Draco made Maria's life impossible, he sabotaged her potions and made Snape dislike her more than usual. She refused to allow him to get to her.
One morning, however, after a particularly horrible potions lesson where Draco had managed to loose Griffindor fifty house points, she snapped.
"MALFOY!" she yelled, her voice echoing around the stone corridor. He turned to face her, sneering. "Why did you do that?"
"My potion was fine, it was you that put in the wrong kind of dragon blood," he innocently replied.
"You switched the bottles," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oops, maybe I did," Maria withdrew her wand ready to fight.
"Leviosa," she commanded and Draco hovered above the ground. His belongings fell to the floor.
"Put me down, Crabbe, Goyle stop her," he yelled.
"What's going on here?" McGonagall asked as she transfigured from a cat. Maria set Draco back on the floor hard enough so he fell.
"Nothing Professor" Maria smiled innocently.
"You two my office now," the sorceress and wizard followed leaving Harry, Hermione and Ron with Crabbe and Goyle.
Maria and Draco stood silently as McGonagall sat down. "Well? Miss Bristol I do not believe you did that unprovoked,"
"She did she just hates me," he was cut off by an icy stare from the teacher.
"He has been sabotaging my work," she explained.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"I have been doing no such thing," he lied.
"Since the two of you cannot possibly agree I feel that an appropriate punishment would be for you to clean the trophy room without the aid of magic,"
"But..." the simultaneously began to argue.
"Obviously you are more alike than either of you think. Now no more arguments," both students knew that the conversation was over.
"Yes Professor," they agreed.
"Meet Mr Filch in the entrance hall Sunday at ten thirty pm sharp."
One morning, however, after a particularly horrible potions lesson where Draco had managed to loose Griffindor fifty house points, she snapped.
"MALFOY!" she yelled, her voice echoing around the stone corridor. He turned to face her, sneering. "Why did you do that?"
"My potion was fine, it was you that put in the wrong kind of dragon blood," he innocently replied.
"You switched the bottles," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oops, maybe I did," Maria withdrew her wand ready to fight.
"Leviosa," she commanded and Draco hovered above the ground. His belongings fell to the floor.
"Put me down, Crabbe, Goyle stop her," he yelled.
"What's going on here?" McGonagall asked as she transfigured from a cat. Maria set Draco back on the floor hard enough so he fell.
"Nothing Professor" Maria smiled innocently.
"You two my office now," the sorceress and wizard followed leaving Harry, Hermione and Ron with Crabbe and Goyle.
Maria and Draco stood silently as McGonagall sat down. "Well? Miss Bristol I do not believe you did that unprovoked,"
"She did she just hates me," he was cut off by an icy stare from the teacher.
"He has been sabotaging my work," she explained.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"I have been doing no such thing," he lied.
"Since the two of you cannot possibly agree I feel that an appropriate punishment would be for you to clean the trophy room without the aid of magic,"
"But..." the simultaneously began to argue.
"Obviously you are more alike than either of you think. Now no more arguments," both students knew that the conversation was over.
"Yes Professor," they agreed.
"Meet Mr Filch in the entrance hall Sunday at ten thirty pm sharp."
