Chapter 14
You didn't swallow or inhale it did you?
At 8 o' clock, Draco headed toward Snape's office with Blaise walking slowly behind him.
"If you hadn't punched me I--" Blaise started, Draco turned around and glared at Blaise. "I'll do it again if I have to." Draco said turning around. Blaise kept his mouth shut.
They reached Potions class room and approached Snape's desk. (Snape said office but he was at his desk when they came in)
"Hello. Before I tell you what you are to do, do you mind telling me WHY you two were fighting?" Snape asked. Blaise opened his mouth, Draco threw hit arm out hitting Blaise in the stomach. Snape didn't see this. Draco knew how to suck up to Snape. He was Snape's favorite student after all.
"Professor--" Snape cut him off. "I have no time for bribery, Mr. Malfoy, now seeing that neither of you will tell me why you were fighting (Blaise opened his mouth again, Draco hit him); I want both of you to clean every desk, clear the shelves with potions on them, clean off the shelves and neatly reshelf everything. Here are your washcloths now off you go." Snape snapped.
Obviously there was no way out of this. Maybe if it was just Draco who had gotten the detention, Snape would have let him off.
Draco grabbed a washcloth and headed toward a desk and began to scrub it. Blaise did the same, but went to a different desk. Snape, with a satisfactory look on his face left to his office.
"I still haven't decided if I should tell Dumbledore about your little Deatheater secret." Blaise said as he scrubbed a desktop. "What? That I'm telling my father that I don't want to be a deatheater?" Draco said through gritted teeth. "I'll give you two reasons why that won't work, Zabini." Draco started. Blaise looked at him interested, Draco folded his arms. "First, you don't have any proof, I burned that letter. Second, your words over mine, that's a laugh who do you honestly think he'll believe?" Draco stared at Blaise with a sneer on his face. Blaise knew he was right, and Draco could tell Blaise had concluded to that, and continued to clean the desks.
It took them an hour to clean all the desks off; it would have taken longer if the talked, but they didn't.
They went to the shelves and started to clear them off. Draco grabbed a beaker filled with some mysterious green liquid. It began to foam when he picked it up. Draco quickly handed it to Blaise, whom dropped it. The beaker fell, the liquid goozed out of it, the beaker, however, didn't break.
"OH way to fucking go!" Draco screamed. Draco threw a rag at Blaise; Blaise wiped it up and threw the rag on Draco's head.
"What the--" Draco took the rag off of his head, "Dumbass, you don't even know what this IS." Draco said as he threw it on the floor. It wasn't wise to mess with Draco at this point, he was mad when Blaise wouldn't leave him alone the night before, he was mad when Draco found out Blaise knew about him and Hermione, and he was mad when they got detention. Now Draco was just pissed. Draco grabbed Blaise by the jaw, and slammed him against the wall.
"I strongly suggest you leave me alone. And if anything happened to my hair, let alone my head," Draco shook his head and laughed. He walked away and continued to clear off the shelves.
Blaise rubbed his jaw where Draco had grabbed him. He picked up the rag and threw it in the trashcan. Blaise grabbed a cleaner rag and began to clean off the beaker that had fell on the floor.
An hour later, they finished cleaning, never speaking a word to each other. There were occasional glares however.
Draco knocked on Snape's office door, Snape opened the door. "I take it you're done, or have you killed Mr. Zabini?" Snape said as he came out of his office. "I would like to kill him. Professor, Zabini dropped a beaker with some weird, green liquid that foamed when you touched it. Could you tell me what that liquid might be?" Draco asked. Snape's eyes widened, "You didn't swallow or inhale it did you?" Draco shook his head. "Then you're fine." Snape paused. "ZABINI!" Blaise looked up. "Draco tells me you dropped a beaker." Blaise nodded slowly, "Yes sir." Snape gave him a sour look, "Detention tomorrow for you, report to Professor McGonagall tomorrow at 8pm. She'll know what to do with you." Draco smirked his infamous smirk.
"For now you are dismissed. Good night." Snape said, "Draco, stay behind for a moment if you please." Blaise smirked and left.
"I couldn't help overhearing you and Zabini talking about Deatheater matters. I didn't hear everything; all I heard was something about you and deatheater matters. Now, tell me, does your father want you to be a deatheater?" Snape asked. Draco swallowed hard, "Yes."
"You're going to say no right? For Draco, if there's anything I have ever regretted in my life, it was becoming a Deatheater." Draco's eyes widened. "You.you're." Draco stuttered. "Was," Snape corrected him. "Do whatever you can to get away from this choice in life. You DON'T want to become a Deatheater. Trust me," Snape said. Snape then did the most unlikely of all things; he embraced Draco in a hug. "Now, go." Snape said.
~**~
Draco walked back to Slytherin Tower thinking about what Snape said. 'Do whatever you can to get away from this choice in life' it ran through his head over and over. "That's exactly what I need to do." Draco said to himself.
At 8 o' clock, Draco headed toward Snape's office with Blaise walking slowly behind him.
"If you hadn't punched me I--" Blaise started, Draco turned around and glared at Blaise. "I'll do it again if I have to." Draco said turning around. Blaise kept his mouth shut.
They reached Potions class room and approached Snape's desk. (Snape said office but he was at his desk when they came in)
"Hello. Before I tell you what you are to do, do you mind telling me WHY you two were fighting?" Snape asked. Blaise opened his mouth, Draco threw hit arm out hitting Blaise in the stomach. Snape didn't see this. Draco knew how to suck up to Snape. He was Snape's favorite student after all.
"Professor--" Snape cut him off. "I have no time for bribery, Mr. Malfoy, now seeing that neither of you will tell me why you were fighting (Blaise opened his mouth again, Draco hit him); I want both of you to clean every desk, clear the shelves with potions on them, clean off the shelves and neatly reshelf everything. Here are your washcloths now off you go." Snape snapped.
Obviously there was no way out of this. Maybe if it was just Draco who had gotten the detention, Snape would have let him off.
Draco grabbed a washcloth and headed toward a desk and began to scrub it. Blaise did the same, but went to a different desk. Snape, with a satisfactory look on his face left to his office.
"I still haven't decided if I should tell Dumbledore about your little Deatheater secret." Blaise said as he scrubbed a desktop. "What? That I'm telling my father that I don't want to be a deatheater?" Draco said through gritted teeth. "I'll give you two reasons why that won't work, Zabini." Draco started. Blaise looked at him interested, Draco folded his arms. "First, you don't have any proof, I burned that letter. Second, your words over mine, that's a laugh who do you honestly think he'll believe?" Draco stared at Blaise with a sneer on his face. Blaise knew he was right, and Draco could tell Blaise had concluded to that, and continued to clean the desks.
It took them an hour to clean all the desks off; it would have taken longer if the talked, but they didn't.
They went to the shelves and started to clear them off. Draco grabbed a beaker filled with some mysterious green liquid. It began to foam when he picked it up. Draco quickly handed it to Blaise, whom dropped it. The beaker fell, the liquid goozed out of it, the beaker, however, didn't break.
"OH way to fucking go!" Draco screamed. Draco threw a rag at Blaise; Blaise wiped it up and threw the rag on Draco's head.
"What the--" Draco took the rag off of his head, "Dumbass, you don't even know what this IS." Draco said as he threw it on the floor. It wasn't wise to mess with Draco at this point, he was mad when Blaise wouldn't leave him alone the night before, he was mad when Draco found out Blaise knew about him and Hermione, and he was mad when they got detention. Now Draco was just pissed. Draco grabbed Blaise by the jaw, and slammed him against the wall.
"I strongly suggest you leave me alone. And if anything happened to my hair, let alone my head," Draco shook his head and laughed. He walked away and continued to clear off the shelves.
Blaise rubbed his jaw where Draco had grabbed him. He picked up the rag and threw it in the trashcan. Blaise grabbed a cleaner rag and began to clean off the beaker that had fell on the floor.
An hour later, they finished cleaning, never speaking a word to each other. There were occasional glares however.
Draco knocked on Snape's office door, Snape opened the door. "I take it you're done, or have you killed Mr. Zabini?" Snape said as he came out of his office. "I would like to kill him. Professor, Zabini dropped a beaker with some weird, green liquid that foamed when you touched it. Could you tell me what that liquid might be?" Draco asked. Snape's eyes widened, "You didn't swallow or inhale it did you?" Draco shook his head. "Then you're fine." Snape paused. "ZABINI!" Blaise looked up. "Draco tells me you dropped a beaker." Blaise nodded slowly, "Yes sir." Snape gave him a sour look, "Detention tomorrow for you, report to Professor McGonagall tomorrow at 8pm. She'll know what to do with you." Draco smirked his infamous smirk.
"For now you are dismissed. Good night." Snape said, "Draco, stay behind for a moment if you please." Blaise smirked and left.
"I couldn't help overhearing you and Zabini talking about Deatheater matters. I didn't hear everything; all I heard was something about you and deatheater matters. Now, tell me, does your father want you to be a deatheater?" Snape asked. Draco swallowed hard, "Yes."
"You're going to say no right? For Draco, if there's anything I have ever regretted in my life, it was becoming a Deatheater." Draco's eyes widened. "You.you're." Draco stuttered. "Was," Snape corrected him. "Do whatever you can to get away from this choice in life. You DON'T want to become a Deatheater. Trust me," Snape said. Snape then did the most unlikely of all things; he embraced Draco in a hug. "Now, go." Snape said.
~**~
Draco walked back to Slytherin Tower thinking about what Snape said. 'Do whatever you can to get away from this choice in life' it ran through his head over and over. "That's exactly what I need to do." Draco said to himself.