Addiction can be bad for your health
Chapter 1
Draco forced himself to sit up. His eyelids were dropping. Mcgonagall's voice pierced sharply through his head. Slowly he turned to Milicent, his partner for day, just in time to see her turn her green frog into a dagger. She looked happy and settled down into her seat.
Draco looked at his own frog. It stared back at him with large pitiful eyes. ' Pathetic' he thought as he took out his wand to transfigure it. Meanwhile Millicent had started talking to him. Usually Draco would ignore most girls, mainly because he never found any interest in high-pitched, giggling, and flirty females. Like Pansy. But Millicent was not like that. She was very sensible and levelheaded, almost like a boy at least in Draco's opinion.
"Are you up for the Hogsmeade weekend? I have to go. I have to pick up something for my mom. It is her birthday and I have to get her a present. You coming?" asked Millicent in her usual I-don't-care-what -you -say-you- are-coming-with-me voice.
"Sure" said Draco. He had to get some stuff too. Besides, he was in too tired to argue with her. He had not gotten much sleep last night. He kept getting nightmares, through out the night. He did not want to tell Millicent, as he was sure she would tease him about being a sissy. She was like that.
"Avanhari" muttered Draco softly. The frog turned into a silver dagger with green and black spots on the handle. It looked quite fancy and posh. He held it in his hand and quite liked the feel of it. Deciding he would keep it for himself, he wrapped it in a paper and carefully put it into his pocket, just as the last bell rang. ________________________________________________________________________
Later that evening, after dining in the Great Hall he was still feeling a little lethargic. Deciding a small catnap would do him some good, he headed to the Slytherin common room, but was stopped by professor Mcgonagall.
"Mister Malfoy, could I see you in my office please?" She said using her professional teacher voice. Draco was surprised. He kept out any shenanigans for the past couple of days, owing to his nightmares.
Slowly he followed her. His need for sleep only seemed to make the 5-minute walk, seem a 30-minute walk. He opened the door and entered the classroom.
Mcgonagall began shuffling some papers which were on her desk, as if searching for a specific one. Finally locating it she turned to Draco and said:
"Mr. Malfoy, I hope you remember that detention you have to serve for that last act of mischief about a month or so ago. I remember telling you I would give you your detention when I find a suitable one."
'Damn.' Draco thought. He had forgotten about that. A couple of weeks ago, he had placed a couple of angry toads in the shed of the Huflepuff quidditch team. Needless to say, they were not happy. They marched straight to Mcgonagall, since they knew she was fairer then Snape.
Mcgonagall had flared right out. Fortunately for Draco that was the first day of school and there were not much detentions to serve, which were suitable for Draco's crime, which in mcgonagall opinion was to be extremely severe.
Mcgonagall went on. " I have decided on your detention. Since the school has started some people have been falling back in their studies. We have searching for ways to tutor them. And surprise surprise. Dumbeldore came up with the idea of tutoring instead of detention. Instead of serving detention, the student will have to tutor another less able student. I your case since the crime was high, the price will be high." Mcgonagall went on with a grim smile. "You will be tutoring a student for the entire semester. That will teach you not to let toads loose ANYWHERE."
"But professor, I can't. I have quidditch practice every evening. I can't tutor anyone then, can I?" said Draco, a hint of hope entering his voice.
" It's all been fixed, Mr. Malfoy. Instead of 3 hours of quidditch you will have only an hour everyday, after dinner. That will give you enough time to finish your homework as well as tutor the student."
Draco sank into the nearest chair. "For how many hours do I have to train this kid?"
"A minimum for 3 hours a day. You will start from tomorrow. Be here at six sharp. She nodded at him to dismiss him.
Draco stood up and reached for the door, when he suddenly remembered he did not know whom he was tutoring.
"Professor, out of curiosity, who will I be tutoring?" he asked praying that it was not a Hufflepuff or a Griffindor. 'But then again,' he thought at the same time ' why would Slytherins or Ravenclaws need tutoring. They are the ones with the brains.'
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley" she said without glancing from her desk. ________________________________________________________________________
'Damn' Draco thought once safely outside the classroom. " I have detention and to make matters worse, I've got it with a Weasley. Wasn't this the same one who was locked in the chamber of secrets? Scrawny kid, stringy orange hair, pale face. What a loser.'
'Well it is always nice for fun. For me, actually. It will give me an opportunity to bully someone. I did not get to do that for a long time.'
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Ginny kept running. She was late anyway. Her long red hair swept behind her. Mcgonagall had called her to meet someone in the library.
Chapter 1
Draco forced himself to sit up. His eyelids were dropping. Mcgonagall's voice pierced sharply through his head. Slowly he turned to Milicent, his partner for day, just in time to see her turn her green frog into a dagger. She looked happy and settled down into her seat.
Draco looked at his own frog. It stared back at him with large pitiful eyes. ' Pathetic' he thought as he took out his wand to transfigure it. Meanwhile Millicent had started talking to him. Usually Draco would ignore most girls, mainly because he never found any interest in high-pitched, giggling, and flirty females. Like Pansy. But Millicent was not like that. She was very sensible and levelheaded, almost like a boy at least in Draco's opinion.
"Are you up for the Hogsmeade weekend? I have to go. I have to pick up something for my mom. It is her birthday and I have to get her a present. You coming?" asked Millicent in her usual I-don't-care-what -you -say-you- are-coming-with-me voice.
"Sure" said Draco. He had to get some stuff too. Besides, he was in too tired to argue with her. He had not gotten much sleep last night. He kept getting nightmares, through out the night. He did not want to tell Millicent, as he was sure she would tease him about being a sissy. She was like that.
"Avanhari" muttered Draco softly. The frog turned into a silver dagger with green and black spots on the handle. It looked quite fancy and posh. He held it in his hand and quite liked the feel of it. Deciding he would keep it for himself, he wrapped it in a paper and carefully put it into his pocket, just as the last bell rang. ________________________________________________________________________
Later that evening, after dining in the Great Hall he was still feeling a little lethargic. Deciding a small catnap would do him some good, he headed to the Slytherin common room, but was stopped by professor Mcgonagall.
"Mister Malfoy, could I see you in my office please?" She said using her professional teacher voice. Draco was surprised. He kept out any shenanigans for the past couple of days, owing to his nightmares.
Slowly he followed her. His need for sleep only seemed to make the 5-minute walk, seem a 30-minute walk. He opened the door and entered the classroom.
Mcgonagall began shuffling some papers which were on her desk, as if searching for a specific one. Finally locating it she turned to Draco and said:
"Mr. Malfoy, I hope you remember that detention you have to serve for that last act of mischief about a month or so ago. I remember telling you I would give you your detention when I find a suitable one."
'Damn.' Draco thought. He had forgotten about that. A couple of weeks ago, he had placed a couple of angry toads in the shed of the Huflepuff quidditch team. Needless to say, they were not happy. They marched straight to Mcgonagall, since they knew she was fairer then Snape.
Mcgonagall had flared right out. Fortunately for Draco that was the first day of school and there were not much detentions to serve, which were suitable for Draco's crime, which in mcgonagall opinion was to be extremely severe.
Mcgonagall went on. " I have decided on your detention. Since the school has started some people have been falling back in their studies. We have searching for ways to tutor them. And surprise surprise. Dumbeldore came up with the idea of tutoring instead of detention. Instead of serving detention, the student will have to tutor another less able student. I your case since the crime was high, the price will be high." Mcgonagall went on with a grim smile. "You will be tutoring a student for the entire semester. That will teach you not to let toads loose ANYWHERE."
"But professor, I can't. I have quidditch practice every evening. I can't tutor anyone then, can I?" said Draco, a hint of hope entering his voice.
" It's all been fixed, Mr. Malfoy. Instead of 3 hours of quidditch you will have only an hour everyday, after dinner. That will give you enough time to finish your homework as well as tutor the student."
Draco sank into the nearest chair. "For how many hours do I have to train this kid?"
"A minimum for 3 hours a day. You will start from tomorrow. Be here at six sharp. She nodded at him to dismiss him.
Draco stood up and reached for the door, when he suddenly remembered he did not know whom he was tutoring.
"Professor, out of curiosity, who will I be tutoring?" he asked praying that it was not a Hufflepuff or a Griffindor. 'But then again,' he thought at the same time ' why would Slytherins or Ravenclaws need tutoring. They are the ones with the brains.'
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley" she said without glancing from her desk. ________________________________________________________________________
'Damn' Draco thought once safely outside the classroom. " I have detention and to make matters worse, I've got it with a Weasley. Wasn't this the same one who was locked in the chamber of secrets? Scrawny kid, stringy orange hair, pale face. What a loser.'
'Well it is always nice for fun. For me, actually. It will give me an opportunity to bully someone. I did not get to do that for a long time.'
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Ginny kept running. She was late anyway. Her long red hair swept behind her. Mcgonagall had called her to meet someone in the library.