The night of their punishment Filch marched Draco and Maria into the huge trophy
room.
"I want to see my face in every single trophy, we will keep an eye on you," Maria
glared at the cat that was strangely loyal to the caretaker. Filch's eyes narrowed and
took a final look at the trophies before closing the solid wood door behind them. Mrs
Norris snuck out with him, but both students were well aware that if they put a foot
wrong Filch would know. Draco began to polish, whereas Maria sat down and
examined the trophies.
"Hmm, nice collection," she smiled leaning against the wall.
"We'd better start, this lot will take all night," Maria rolled her eyes.
"Relax, Malfoy," she played with her long ebony hair and pulled out a chocolate frog.
"You're going to eat?" he asked stunned.
"Why not? I'm hungry," she replied. With a gentle swish Peeves appeared in the
room.
"Ooh, have you been naughty little childies?"
"Peeves, get lost," Draco snarled polishing a large cup.
"I'll tell Filch that you's not working," the poltergeist snorted at Maria.
"Go away Peeves," she replied as he floated around the room laughing. He reached a
top shelf and pushed the house cup which hit Draco full force on the scull. His body
slumped to the floor, Maria rushed to his side. "PEEVES, GET MADAME
POMFREY OR I WILL TELL THE BLOODY BARON," he dashed out of the room
through the wall with the threat weighing on his mind. She removed her robe and
placed it under his head, a worry line appeared on her brow. "Draco, can you hear
me?" he remained unmoved she gripped his hand out of instinct.