They all headed back to the Great Hall and took their seats at the
house table. Right after they took their seats, McGonnagal led a large
group of first years into the Great Hall. "Just in time. I'll get to see if
my predictions were right." Draco said.
McGonnagal brought out a three-legged stool and an old battered, patched-up, torn hat, also known as the sorting hat. The hat sung it's song, and immediately following McGonnagal started reading off of a parchment. "Acheson, Daryl," she called out. The young boy Draco had seen earlier on the train walked up to the stool, sat down, and waited anxiously as the hat was placed on his head. It was about 3 minutes later the hat shouted "RAVENCLAW!"
"I knew it," Draco gloated.
"Brumsley, Agatha" the little cherry-nosed first year leaped up to the stool. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted immediately. "Darwin, Tempestt" walked to the stool and sat down as the hat was placed on her head. "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted.
"I knew that one too." Draco said.
"Dupuiove, Shannon" the little girl sat on the stool with the hat placed on her head for a couple minutes before shouting "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Am I a genius or what?" Draco asked Crabbe and Goyle. They both gave him looks that implied they didn't know what a genius was. "Ok, never mind that then," he said.
A few more students were called and then McGonnagal called out "Krum, Mason" everyone turned to look at Victor Krum's brother. The hat had barely touched his head, just as it did with Draco, before shouting "SLYTHERIN!"
Draco sat there smirking. "He better be as good as his brother is on a broom, and know how to not fall in love with mudbloods such as Hermione Granger."
There were about 20 more students called and then there was only 2 students left to be called. "Tilderman, Scott" the boy shakily walked up to the three-legged stool. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. "Wilkerson, Lucienda" she walked up to the stool, very nervous, and sat down. "RAVENCLAW!"
Dumbledore stood up from his seat and began to address the school, "Welcome students, to a new year here at Hogwarts. Also I would like to welcome our new additions. Of coarse every year I stand up here and make my speech that some of you choose to listen to and some of you choose to fall asleep during," his eyes fell upon Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. "For those of you who do choose to listen I'd like to make some announcements. First and foremost, as all of you know the Dark Forest is forbidden to all students, and if caught in the forest, they shall face expulsion. Next, I'd like to introduce the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, Professor Jerica Darnell. " Everyone started clapping and eyeing their new DADA teacher. Dumbledore continued, "As some of you may be wondering, Professor Darnell is our first girl Defense Against Dark Arts teacher in a century. Also, Professor Lupin is back, teaching Defense Against Dark Arts also. Professor Lupin and Professor Darnell will both be teaching the same class. The 3rd corridor is opened up again to any student. Just so all of you know, We have added a second library, a study hall, and a quiditch practice area, in case of bad weather, to the 3rd corridor. Unfortunately there will be no Tri-Wizard tournament this year. That is all I have to tell you this year." Dumbledore paused for a moment, "And I would like us all to have a toast in honor of Cedric Diggory, whom we lost in last year's Tri-Wizard Tournament. May he rest in peace." There was silence. "Let the feast begin." Dumbledore called out, just as food magically appeared on the golden platters.
"Now, Crabbe, Goyle, a genius is I." Draco said to them, but they still looked confused. "A genius is a very smart person."
"Then that means you're a genius along with Granger." Crabbe said.
Draco started choking on his pumpkin juice. "Granger? No, no, no. Granger is a filthy, shameless, mudblood cheater who has cheat sheets up her sleeves. I am far from that."
"My mistake, " Crabbe said.
"We've got to start planning what we're going to do to Potter this year. It's got to be something good, something that he wouldn't think that we would do. And no, it can't be Avada Kedrava, we'll be sent to Azkaban for it," Draco said.
"Well then what can we do?" Crabbe asked.
"Let me think of something first, I have use my brain double time to make up for the lack of brains you two have. I think we should have a surprise attack on Potter, Granger, and Weasley during detention. Just do anything you can think of. I'll have to think about what we're going to do some other time," he smirked. They spent the rest of the time in silence until they were sent to their common rooms.
The next day, Draco got up early. He decided to change into his robes and wait in the common room for breakfast. "What can I do to Potter? I can't kill him, I want to, but I can't. I could make him have some strange deformity. Or I could make him see things, whether it's that they aren't really there, or just seeing things differently. Or even make him fall off his broom on purpose during a quiditch match. Whatever I do it's got to be something good." Draco said to himself. By now it was time for breakfast and he went to the Great Hall by himself. He sat down at the end of the Slytherin table and waited for Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe and Goyle were the last ones in the Great Hall. "We looked everywhere for you, and we still couldn't find you. So we decided to just come down here and wait for you." Goyle said as they sat down.
"I didn't feel like waiting for the both of you so I came here by myself." Draco told them. "I have something to tell you guys."
"What is it?" Crabbe and Goyle both asked.
"It's about my father." Draco paused as he took a sip of pumpkin juice, "He's having –" he was cut off by the loud sounds of Owls rushing into the Great Hall to make their deliveries. 3 owls delivered to Draco; one had a huge box of sweets, another had a letter from his mother, and the last he didn't know who it was from. "That's weird," he said, very confused at the anonymous letter.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"This letter. I don't know who it's from," he replied. He studied the envelope that contained the letter. It was white with golden designs all over it, in the middle of the front it had the name "Draco Malfoy" clearly written in blood red ink.
"Open it and see what it says." Goyle told him.
"Wait! It could be a disguised howler," Crabbe said.
"I doubt that it is, Crabbe," Draco said rolling his eyes at the comment. He opened the envelope and read the letter which said:
Dearest Draco,
I'm sure you know not of whom this is, but I had to write to you. I know that you were outside the door listening on the conversation between your father and I a couple days ago. Therefore, you must know about the baby. I truly am sorry for anything that I may have done to dishonor your family, or break your family apart. Since I haven't done so yet, I should tell you more about myself. My name is Taryn Potter, I am 18, and I work for your father on the ministry. Yes, I am Harry Potter's sister. You may wonder why I have nothing to do with my brother, but that can be explained. You see, my parents had me just after they left Hogwarts, and the family put shame on them for it. So they sent me to live with my Aunt Julie. Three years later, they had Harry, and a year later they were killed by Voldermort. Sometimes I do blame their death on Harry, but I know it's not his fault. Anyway, I was sent to Durmstang for my schooling and when I heard of all the chaos going on in the ministry I went to work for your father. That's about as much as I can tell you, except that I'm having your father's child. If you hate me for this, then I understand, I'm sure I'd hate me too if I were in your spot right now. If it's not that much trouble, I'd like it if we can possibly meet on one of your trips to Hogsmeade. Please write back soon.
Always,
Taryn Potter
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Everything his father had told him about her was true. *What am I going to do? Should I agree to meeting her?* he thought. "I really am going mad!" he shouted, though no one could hear because of the loud conversations going on.
"Draco, I think you really do need some sleep," Goyle said to him.
"I think I do too. This just can't be happening. It's impossible. What am I going to do?" he said nervously.
"What does the letter say? Just let me read it." Goyle say while grabbing the letter from Draco.
"NO!" Draco screamed loudly, making heads turn. He snatched the letter from Goyle. "No, you bloody idiot, you can't read this." Crabbe and Goyle began to give him strange looks.
"Is it just me or are you trying to hide something from us, your best friends?" Goyle asked Draco.
"It's not your job to go through my letters," he replied. McGonnagal started handing out class schedules. "Oh great! Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Defense Against Dark Arts, and Charms with the Gryffies." Draco moaned, trying to change the subject. "Well, that's a good thing I suppose. Being as we get to make Potter's life a living Hell."
"What could be better?" Crabbe said sarcastically.
Draco got a spoon full of porridge and flicked it across the cafeteria. The porridge landed in Hermione's hair, and she got up and started dancing around like she had ants in her pants. Draco was laughing his head off, making it obvious that he had done it. She walked over to him and stood there looking at him. "Is there something I can help you with Granger?"
"Yes, you flung some porridge at me." Hermione answered.
"It kinda landed in your hair too." Draco smirked.
"Well I just wanted to repay you the favor," she said as she picked up his bowl of porridge and dumped it all over his head.
"What do you think you are doing?" Draco scowled at her. "How dare you, you filthy mudblood!" Then, Draco picked up Crabbe's bowl of porridge and dumped it on her. "Oops, did I do that?" he asked while picking up his pumpkin juice and threw it in her face. "There's a little something to wash it down with mudblood."
Hermione looked at Draco with tears in her eyes and took off running towards the girl's bathroom. Ron and Harry followed her, and without thinking walked in. "Wait a second Harry, this is the girl's bathroom." Ron said.
"It's Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one comes in here anyway." Harry replied.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hermione? Are you all right? Is there something we can do for you?" Ron asked.
"Go away!" she screamed.
"But Hermione, we're here to help. We know what that creep, Malfoy, did. And if you personally ask me, you should have slapped him like you did that one time he was talking ill of Hagrid." Ron said.
Harry gave him this look that let Ron know that he wanted to laugh but couldn't. "C'mon Hermione, we've got a class in 10 minutes. You don't have time to waste away with Moaning Myrtle. No offense Myrtle." Harry said.
"No offense taken." Myrtle said.
"Good. Anyway, you can't be late for class. Points will be taken away from Gryffindor. You don't want to be hated by the whole house just for being late for class do you?" Harry asked, thinking that it would coax her out.
"I don't care! I'm not going to class! I couldn't bare the humiliation, especially with Malfoy in there to remind me of it." Hermione wailed.
Ron bent over and whispered in Harry's ear, "She's becoming more and more like Myrtle everyday."
Harry chuckled and then remembered Hermione. "Please Hermione? Please come out and come to class."
"What am I going to do? I don't have time to get cleaned up," she complained.
"We'll help you. Harry can wash the porridge and pumpkin juice off your face, and I can wash it out of your hair and get it fixed again. Then all you'd have to do is change your robes." Ron suggested.
"Well, all right." She said as she came out of the bathroom stall. She looked very funny, and it was hard for Harry and Ron to keep a straight face. They got her cleaned up in 3 minutes, leaving 5 minutes to get to class.
"Hurry up Hermione! We don't have very long to get to class." Harry yelled to her.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" she yelled back.
They made it to class just in time, though everyone else had already gotten there and taken their seats. Unfortunately, the only seats left were in front of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. "Please take your seats." Professor Darnell said to them. "I'll be teaching this class all year—"
"And I'll be disrupting it." Draco said.
Professor Darnell acted as if she hadn't hear the remark and continued, "And if you expect for me to take a liking to you, you ought to get to class a little earlier. I'm going to tell you right now that I don't like snitches, I don't like show offs, I don't like people who choose to denote others, I don't like copiers, I don't like people who try to get smart with me, I don't like braggarts, and I absolutely hate goody-goody two shoes who are always trying to give me the answers to my questions."
Hermione's mouth flew open. Draco smiled with pleasure. "Too bad for Potter, Weasel, and especially Granger." He whispered to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Also, I forgot to mention, I don't put up with talkers in my class, Mr. Malfoy. If you'll kindly finish your conversation then I'd like to begin my class," she said.
Draco started going red in the face from both anger and embarrassment. "Yes, I'm finished."
"Ok then, since I know that all of you are here, I'll begin. Today I'm going to start with the Demonic Curse. It is a very powerful curse that has caused many deaths in the past. That is why it is no longer in use today. What this curse will do is basically make you 'possessed' by an evil spirit. If you have been infected with this curse for far too long then the spirit could over take you and kill you. At other times, if the right procedures are not done to get rid of the spirit, then it will tear your insides to pieces. Unfortunately, this curse has not become illegal or 'unforgivable' yet. Tomorrow I will demonstrate this curse for you on Mr. Filtch who has kindly volunteered to receive the curse. I'd like you to spend the rest of class sitting quietly reading chapter one of the books on your desks," she said before sitting down at her desk to start reviewing papers.
"Wow!" Draco said in amazement. "That's the perfect idea."
"What is?" Goyle asked.
"The Demonic Curse. If only we knew how to do it." Draco sent a smirk towards Harry. "If only. It will be the perfect thing to do to Potter."
"Yeah, if only detention was for tomorrow night instead of tonight." Goyle said.
"Detention? What detention?" Draco looked at Goyle like he had gone past being an idiot.
"The detention Dumbledore gave us," he replied.
"Oh, that detention. I still haven't thought of what I'm going to do to Potter. Oh well, I've got all day to think of something." He said.
"I do believe I said quietly Mr. Malfoy." Professor Darnell said, looking over the top of her parchment.
McGonnagal brought out a three-legged stool and an old battered, patched-up, torn hat, also known as the sorting hat. The hat sung it's song, and immediately following McGonnagal started reading off of a parchment. "Acheson, Daryl," she called out. The young boy Draco had seen earlier on the train walked up to the stool, sat down, and waited anxiously as the hat was placed on his head. It was about 3 minutes later the hat shouted "RAVENCLAW!"
"I knew it," Draco gloated.
"Brumsley, Agatha" the little cherry-nosed first year leaped up to the stool. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted immediately. "Darwin, Tempestt" walked to the stool and sat down as the hat was placed on her head. "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted.
"I knew that one too." Draco said.
"Dupuiove, Shannon" the little girl sat on the stool with the hat placed on her head for a couple minutes before shouting "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Am I a genius or what?" Draco asked Crabbe and Goyle. They both gave him looks that implied they didn't know what a genius was. "Ok, never mind that then," he said.
A few more students were called and then McGonnagal called out "Krum, Mason" everyone turned to look at Victor Krum's brother. The hat had barely touched his head, just as it did with Draco, before shouting "SLYTHERIN!"
Draco sat there smirking. "He better be as good as his brother is on a broom, and know how to not fall in love with mudbloods such as Hermione Granger."
There were about 20 more students called and then there was only 2 students left to be called. "Tilderman, Scott" the boy shakily walked up to the three-legged stool. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. "Wilkerson, Lucienda" she walked up to the stool, very nervous, and sat down. "RAVENCLAW!"
Dumbledore stood up from his seat and began to address the school, "Welcome students, to a new year here at Hogwarts. Also I would like to welcome our new additions. Of coarse every year I stand up here and make my speech that some of you choose to listen to and some of you choose to fall asleep during," his eyes fell upon Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. "For those of you who do choose to listen I'd like to make some announcements. First and foremost, as all of you know the Dark Forest is forbidden to all students, and if caught in the forest, they shall face expulsion. Next, I'd like to introduce the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, Professor Jerica Darnell. " Everyone started clapping and eyeing their new DADA teacher. Dumbledore continued, "As some of you may be wondering, Professor Darnell is our first girl Defense Against Dark Arts teacher in a century. Also, Professor Lupin is back, teaching Defense Against Dark Arts also. Professor Lupin and Professor Darnell will both be teaching the same class. The 3rd corridor is opened up again to any student. Just so all of you know, We have added a second library, a study hall, and a quiditch practice area, in case of bad weather, to the 3rd corridor. Unfortunately there will be no Tri-Wizard tournament this year. That is all I have to tell you this year." Dumbledore paused for a moment, "And I would like us all to have a toast in honor of Cedric Diggory, whom we lost in last year's Tri-Wizard Tournament. May he rest in peace." There was silence. "Let the feast begin." Dumbledore called out, just as food magically appeared on the golden platters.
"Now, Crabbe, Goyle, a genius is I." Draco said to them, but they still looked confused. "A genius is a very smart person."
"Then that means you're a genius along with Granger." Crabbe said.
Draco started choking on his pumpkin juice. "Granger? No, no, no. Granger is a filthy, shameless, mudblood cheater who has cheat sheets up her sleeves. I am far from that."
"My mistake, " Crabbe said.
"We've got to start planning what we're going to do to Potter this year. It's got to be something good, something that he wouldn't think that we would do. And no, it can't be Avada Kedrava, we'll be sent to Azkaban for it," Draco said.
"Well then what can we do?" Crabbe asked.
"Let me think of something first, I have use my brain double time to make up for the lack of brains you two have. I think we should have a surprise attack on Potter, Granger, and Weasley during detention. Just do anything you can think of. I'll have to think about what we're going to do some other time," he smirked. They spent the rest of the time in silence until they were sent to their common rooms.
The next day, Draco got up early. He decided to change into his robes and wait in the common room for breakfast. "What can I do to Potter? I can't kill him, I want to, but I can't. I could make him have some strange deformity. Or I could make him see things, whether it's that they aren't really there, or just seeing things differently. Or even make him fall off his broom on purpose during a quiditch match. Whatever I do it's got to be something good." Draco said to himself. By now it was time for breakfast and he went to the Great Hall by himself. He sat down at the end of the Slytherin table and waited for Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe and Goyle were the last ones in the Great Hall. "We looked everywhere for you, and we still couldn't find you. So we decided to just come down here and wait for you." Goyle said as they sat down.
"I didn't feel like waiting for the both of you so I came here by myself." Draco told them. "I have something to tell you guys."
"What is it?" Crabbe and Goyle both asked.
"It's about my father." Draco paused as he took a sip of pumpkin juice, "He's having –" he was cut off by the loud sounds of Owls rushing into the Great Hall to make their deliveries. 3 owls delivered to Draco; one had a huge box of sweets, another had a letter from his mother, and the last he didn't know who it was from. "That's weird," he said, very confused at the anonymous letter.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"This letter. I don't know who it's from," he replied. He studied the envelope that contained the letter. It was white with golden designs all over it, in the middle of the front it had the name "Draco Malfoy" clearly written in blood red ink.
"Open it and see what it says." Goyle told him.
"Wait! It could be a disguised howler," Crabbe said.
"I doubt that it is, Crabbe," Draco said rolling his eyes at the comment. He opened the envelope and read the letter which said:
Dearest Draco,
I'm sure you know not of whom this is, but I had to write to you. I know that you were outside the door listening on the conversation between your father and I a couple days ago. Therefore, you must know about the baby. I truly am sorry for anything that I may have done to dishonor your family, or break your family apart. Since I haven't done so yet, I should tell you more about myself. My name is Taryn Potter, I am 18, and I work for your father on the ministry. Yes, I am Harry Potter's sister. You may wonder why I have nothing to do with my brother, but that can be explained. You see, my parents had me just after they left Hogwarts, and the family put shame on them for it. So they sent me to live with my Aunt Julie. Three years later, they had Harry, and a year later they were killed by Voldermort. Sometimes I do blame their death on Harry, but I know it's not his fault. Anyway, I was sent to Durmstang for my schooling and when I heard of all the chaos going on in the ministry I went to work for your father. That's about as much as I can tell you, except that I'm having your father's child. If you hate me for this, then I understand, I'm sure I'd hate me too if I were in your spot right now. If it's not that much trouble, I'd like it if we can possibly meet on one of your trips to Hogsmeade. Please write back soon.
Always,
Taryn Potter
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Everything his father had told him about her was true. *What am I going to do? Should I agree to meeting her?* he thought. "I really am going mad!" he shouted, though no one could hear because of the loud conversations going on.
"Draco, I think you really do need some sleep," Goyle said to him.
"I think I do too. This just can't be happening. It's impossible. What am I going to do?" he said nervously.
"What does the letter say? Just let me read it." Goyle say while grabbing the letter from Draco.
"NO!" Draco screamed loudly, making heads turn. He snatched the letter from Goyle. "No, you bloody idiot, you can't read this." Crabbe and Goyle began to give him strange looks.
"Is it just me or are you trying to hide something from us, your best friends?" Goyle asked Draco.
"It's not your job to go through my letters," he replied. McGonnagal started handing out class schedules. "Oh great! Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Defense Against Dark Arts, and Charms with the Gryffies." Draco moaned, trying to change the subject. "Well, that's a good thing I suppose. Being as we get to make Potter's life a living Hell."
"What could be better?" Crabbe said sarcastically.
Draco got a spoon full of porridge and flicked it across the cafeteria. The porridge landed in Hermione's hair, and she got up and started dancing around like she had ants in her pants. Draco was laughing his head off, making it obvious that he had done it. She walked over to him and stood there looking at him. "Is there something I can help you with Granger?"
"Yes, you flung some porridge at me." Hermione answered.
"It kinda landed in your hair too." Draco smirked.
"Well I just wanted to repay you the favor," she said as she picked up his bowl of porridge and dumped it all over his head.
"What do you think you are doing?" Draco scowled at her. "How dare you, you filthy mudblood!" Then, Draco picked up Crabbe's bowl of porridge and dumped it on her. "Oops, did I do that?" he asked while picking up his pumpkin juice and threw it in her face. "There's a little something to wash it down with mudblood."
Hermione looked at Draco with tears in her eyes and took off running towards the girl's bathroom. Ron and Harry followed her, and without thinking walked in. "Wait a second Harry, this is the girl's bathroom." Ron said.
"It's Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one comes in here anyway." Harry replied.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hermione? Are you all right? Is there something we can do for you?" Ron asked.
"Go away!" she screamed.
"But Hermione, we're here to help. We know what that creep, Malfoy, did. And if you personally ask me, you should have slapped him like you did that one time he was talking ill of Hagrid." Ron said.
Harry gave him this look that let Ron know that he wanted to laugh but couldn't. "C'mon Hermione, we've got a class in 10 minutes. You don't have time to waste away with Moaning Myrtle. No offense Myrtle." Harry said.
"No offense taken." Myrtle said.
"Good. Anyway, you can't be late for class. Points will be taken away from Gryffindor. You don't want to be hated by the whole house just for being late for class do you?" Harry asked, thinking that it would coax her out.
"I don't care! I'm not going to class! I couldn't bare the humiliation, especially with Malfoy in there to remind me of it." Hermione wailed.
Ron bent over and whispered in Harry's ear, "She's becoming more and more like Myrtle everyday."
Harry chuckled and then remembered Hermione. "Please Hermione? Please come out and come to class."
"What am I going to do? I don't have time to get cleaned up," she complained.
"We'll help you. Harry can wash the porridge and pumpkin juice off your face, and I can wash it out of your hair and get it fixed again. Then all you'd have to do is change your robes." Ron suggested.
"Well, all right." She said as she came out of the bathroom stall. She looked very funny, and it was hard for Harry and Ron to keep a straight face. They got her cleaned up in 3 minutes, leaving 5 minutes to get to class.
"Hurry up Hermione! We don't have very long to get to class." Harry yelled to her.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" she yelled back.
They made it to class just in time, though everyone else had already gotten there and taken their seats. Unfortunately, the only seats left were in front of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. "Please take your seats." Professor Darnell said to them. "I'll be teaching this class all year—"
"And I'll be disrupting it." Draco said.
Professor Darnell acted as if she hadn't hear the remark and continued, "And if you expect for me to take a liking to you, you ought to get to class a little earlier. I'm going to tell you right now that I don't like snitches, I don't like show offs, I don't like people who choose to denote others, I don't like copiers, I don't like people who try to get smart with me, I don't like braggarts, and I absolutely hate goody-goody two shoes who are always trying to give me the answers to my questions."
Hermione's mouth flew open. Draco smiled with pleasure. "Too bad for Potter, Weasel, and especially Granger." He whispered to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Also, I forgot to mention, I don't put up with talkers in my class, Mr. Malfoy. If you'll kindly finish your conversation then I'd like to begin my class," she said.
Draco started going red in the face from both anger and embarrassment. "Yes, I'm finished."
"Ok then, since I know that all of you are here, I'll begin. Today I'm going to start with the Demonic Curse. It is a very powerful curse that has caused many deaths in the past. That is why it is no longer in use today. What this curse will do is basically make you 'possessed' by an evil spirit. If you have been infected with this curse for far too long then the spirit could over take you and kill you. At other times, if the right procedures are not done to get rid of the spirit, then it will tear your insides to pieces. Unfortunately, this curse has not become illegal or 'unforgivable' yet. Tomorrow I will demonstrate this curse for you on Mr. Filtch who has kindly volunteered to receive the curse. I'd like you to spend the rest of class sitting quietly reading chapter one of the books on your desks," she said before sitting down at her desk to start reviewing papers.
"Wow!" Draco said in amazement. "That's the perfect idea."
"What is?" Goyle asked.
"The Demonic Curse. If only we knew how to do it." Draco sent a smirk towards Harry. "If only. It will be the perfect thing to do to Potter."
"Yeah, if only detention was for tomorrow night instead of tonight." Goyle said.
"Detention? What detention?" Draco looked at Goyle like he had gone past being an idiot.
"The detention Dumbledore gave us," he replied.
"Oh, that detention. I still haven't thought of what I'm going to do to Potter. Oh well, I've got all day to think of something." He said.
"I do believe I said quietly Mr. Malfoy." Professor Darnell said, looking over the top of her parchment.