Scenes of Nudity-Detention
Part 2 is for Draco. Hope he enjoys himself.
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Dumbledore started a food fight.
One can imagine the mess that hundreds of students left in the great hall that evening. As Draco started out the door after dinner McGonagall stopped him. "Mr. Malfoy? It's time to serve your detention." She handed him a broom. "I expect this hall to be spotless by breakfast. And no magic."
Draco stood dumbstruck. "Detention? For what?"
"Perhaps you should ask Miss Granger."
Draco looked down at his feet. The floor had a coat of food and broken dishes. "Mr. Filch will bring you more cleaning supplies," she continued. "Have a nice evening." She left with a small smile on her face.
There were still a few people filing out of the hall, covered in food and laughing. Three of them were a few certain Gryffindors. Hermione was still holding her glass, half full of pumpkin juice. She stopped in front of Malfoy to take one last sip.
"Happy Detention, Malfoy." She turned over the glass, spilling the juice at his feet and allowing the glass to fall with it. She followed after Harry and Ron, who were looking at her quizzically, but not un-amused.
There was no good way to start, until Filch brought him an array of cleaning supplies-and a shovel.
"Stupid, bloody Granger." Draco muttered as he began. He didn't really think she would have said anything. Idiot Mudblood. He was scooping up the mess into a magical garbage disposal. It was going to take a long time to clean the hall, which he figured was almost the size of the quidditch field.
Girls, he knew, didn't like admitting that they had been harassed, of course, Granger was not your average girl. She was much more annoying. He'd have to get her back after this, that he knew.
It took three hours to remove all of the solid waste, but the floor was left with a coating of slime. Draco had thrown aside his robes, then stripped down to the waist. He was sweating profusely now, and he had yet to mop. He was beyond exhausted at this point, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
Mopping the floor was a just as daunting task, taking just as long. At least I'm getting a work out, he though vaguely. He then suspected that he was delirious, because he never worked out. It was true that he was a rather skinny teenager, even at sixteen. Luckily he had gotten that growth spurt he had been hoping for, even though it made his position as seeker even more difficult. Not as aerodynamic as he used to be, he figured.
He finished cleaning the great hall at two in the morning, only to collapse into a heap against a sidewall. He stayed there until morning, when the first stragglers into breakfast spotted him immediately, shirtless and asleep next to his mop.
Hermione was one of those students. "You look like you could really use a bath, Malfoy."
Part 2 is for Draco. Hope he enjoys himself.
*****
Dumbledore started a food fight.
One can imagine the mess that hundreds of students left in the great hall that evening. As Draco started out the door after dinner McGonagall stopped him. "Mr. Malfoy? It's time to serve your detention." She handed him a broom. "I expect this hall to be spotless by breakfast. And no magic."
Draco stood dumbstruck. "Detention? For what?"
"Perhaps you should ask Miss Granger."
Draco looked down at his feet. The floor had a coat of food and broken dishes. "Mr. Filch will bring you more cleaning supplies," she continued. "Have a nice evening." She left with a small smile on her face.
There were still a few people filing out of the hall, covered in food and laughing. Three of them were a few certain Gryffindors. Hermione was still holding her glass, half full of pumpkin juice. She stopped in front of Malfoy to take one last sip.
"Happy Detention, Malfoy." She turned over the glass, spilling the juice at his feet and allowing the glass to fall with it. She followed after Harry and Ron, who were looking at her quizzically, but not un-amused.
There was no good way to start, until Filch brought him an array of cleaning supplies-and a shovel.
"Stupid, bloody Granger." Draco muttered as he began. He didn't really think she would have said anything. Idiot Mudblood. He was scooping up the mess into a magical garbage disposal. It was going to take a long time to clean the hall, which he figured was almost the size of the quidditch field.
Girls, he knew, didn't like admitting that they had been harassed, of course, Granger was not your average girl. She was much more annoying. He'd have to get her back after this, that he knew.
It took three hours to remove all of the solid waste, but the floor was left with a coating of slime. Draco had thrown aside his robes, then stripped down to the waist. He was sweating profusely now, and he had yet to mop. He was beyond exhausted at this point, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
Mopping the floor was a just as daunting task, taking just as long. At least I'm getting a work out, he though vaguely. He then suspected that he was delirious, because he never worked out. It was true that he was a rather skinny teenager, even at sixteen. Luckily he had gotten that growth spurt he had been hoping for, even though it made his position as seeker even more difficult. Not as aerodynamic as he used to be, he figured.
He finished cleaning the great hall at two in the morning, only to collapse into a heap against a sidewall. He stayed there until morning, when the first stragglers into breakfast spotted him immediately, shirtless and asleep next to his mop.
Hermione was one of those students. "You look like you could really use a bath, Malfoy."