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The Sixth Hour"This is boring shit," Draco sputtered as he looked around the room. Hermione nodded in agreement. He was surprised the bookworm had come over and sat with him, but not entirely upset. "I'm going to break out of here," he grinned, taking his wand out.
He went over to the door and started thinking up spells to get them out of the detention room.
"You can't mess with it," Harry pointed out. "Snape probably has that thing spelled so deeply only the most intelligent Auroras could get out of-," he stopped when he heard the door click. His eyes got large as Draco pushed the door open. The blonde had a wide grin on his face as he turned back to them.
Looking at Hermione, he said, "Let's go." The two started to walk next to each other down the empty corridors. Harry sighed, getting up from his seat. He felt obligated to go after Hermione. Ginny went with him and the two of them walked alongside one another, leaving Cho to follow by herself in the back.
"How do you know where Snape is?" Hermione asked Draco as they turned a corner.
"I don't."
"Well then how do you know when he'll be back to check on us?"
"I don't," Draco shrugged, his elusive smirk coming up again. "Being bad feels pretty good, huh?" Hermione tried to keep a straight face, but when Draco looked at her with that smirk, she had to smile and nod.
"What's the point of going to the Slytherin Common Room?" Ginny pestered Harry, grabbing his arm as they made their way further down into the Dungeons.
"Beats me," he shook his head. Why was Hermione doing this? Didn't she know any better than to trust Malfoy. He could tell by the way she had acted all day that she was mad at him, but did it mean she had to spite him like this? Being anywhere near Draco Malfoy was the worst thing she could do to get back at him, besides handing him over to Voldemort on a silver plate.
"Then why do you think we're doing it? This is so stupid. Why are we risking it?"
"I don't know," he muttered.
"So then what are we doing?" she asked again.
"I don't know, Ginny," he repeated. "And don't ask me again."
"Sorry," she mumbled as the five of them reached the door to the Slytherin Common Room.
Draco whispered something and the door opened. He looked around, then motioned to them all to follow. It was empty. Not one person robbed in green walked the length of the room, besides Draco. He went directly to his room, where he knelt down by his trunk. He rooted around it in for quite some time, throwing things all over the floor.
"Slob," grumbled Harry.
"Sorry, my House Elf is currently making your favorite foods," Draco snapped back. Finally he plucked out a jar, filled with green leaves. "Ah ha!"
"Drugs," gasped Ginny.
"That's right dollface," Draco nodded, standing up with the jar tucked under his arm.
"Screw that Malfoy! Put it back," demanded Harry.
"Whatever you say, Potty," Draco rolled his eyes and walked off, Hermione following him.
"The boy has drugs," Ginny rasped, not believing that Draco Malfoy would have Muggle drugs, even if it was something as normal as marijuana. "The boy had marijuana," she repeated, her shock not wearing off.
"Knock it off," Harry muttered, then took off after Hermione and Draco.
Ginny looked around, shocked. She spotted Cho and went over. "Do you approve of this?" she asked the other girl. Cho, dressed in mostly black, with a slight exception of blue and silver for her house colors, glared at Ginny, before walking off after the others.
Harry caught up to Draco and pulled Hermione back. She stared at him, looking as if she was about to hex him, when Draco put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "What do you want, Potter?"
"How are we getting back?"
"We'll cut through the Potion's hallway and double back," Draco explained, his eyes on Hermione.
"You had better be right. If Snape catches us, we're going to be in detention for the rest of our Hogwarts careers."
As they started to walk off, Ginny came up to Hermione. "What did he say? Where are we going?" Hermione rolled her eyes and ran up to the boys to catch up with Draco, who smiled when she came up on his side instead of Harry's.
Suddenly, in front of them, they saw Snape's back. All together they turned around and darted away. Draco pointed to another turn and they took it. A couple minutes later they saw the retreating form of Snape again. Once more they turned around, jetting away as fast as their feet could carry them.
They went up to the moving stairs, only to see Professor Flitwick talking with Professor Snape. They turned around and went the opposite direction. In front of Divination they saw Professor Trelawny mooning over Snape, which was rather disgusting, but they had no time to gawk at the sight anyway.
"Wait! Wait, hold on. Hold on!" Draco said to them all. "We have to cut through the Great Hall."
"No, the third floor," Harry managed to say, in between gasping for breath.
"Hey, you don't know what you're talking about," Draco shook his head.
"No, you don't know what you're talking about," Harry argued. "Now we're through listening to you," he continued, shooting Hermione a glare. She didn't meet his eyes. Instead, she looked at Draco. "We're going this way," Harry pointed over his shoulder and took off in a sprint.
Hermione looked at Draco before darting off alongside of him after Harry. The five students, who were supposed to be trapped in detention, found themselves at a Dead End. Amidst the many things going on this year at Hogwarts, they had forgotten that the short cut to the Great Hall had been sealed off due to extra pranks.
"Bugga!" Harry cried, slamming his fist on the wall.
"Way to go, Jackoff," Draco returned, sneering.
"Sod off!"
"You sod off!" Hermione yelled at Harry. "Why didn't you listen to Draco?"
"We're dead," whimpered Ginny, as she sunk to the floor corner.
Draco's stone face softened a bit when he saw Hermione swallow her pride and go to comfort the red head. "No," he shook his head. "Just me."
"What do you mean?" she asked him, seeing the determination in his eyes.
"Nevermind, just make sure you all get back to the Potion's classroom." Turning to Harry, he shrunk the jar of drugs so it fit in his pants. "Keep your unit on this," he instructed, serious as all hell. He looked over his shoulder and took off running down the corridor opposite of the one that led to the Dungeons. Immediately, he started to sing at the top of his lungs, "Weasley is our King!"
Hermione giggled to herself as she helped Ginny up, then the four of them hurried back to the Dungeons, hoping Draco's fate wouldn't be death.
Meanwhile, Severus Snape was just exiting the library. He was about to return to his office when he heard a crude voice shattering against the old founding walls of the school. "Weasley is our King!" the voice was crying. At first, he dismissed it as Peeves, then, listening more carefully, he realized that it was Draco Malfoy.
"That spoiled brat!" he hissed, and was storming off in the direction of the voice, his billowing black robes spelling out doom.
When he reached the practice Quidditch pitch, he saw Draco attempting to dribble the Quaffle to himself. He was succeeding at being a one-man team, but Snape was riled that the boy would even dare to consider escaping his detention.
"Malfoy! MALFOY! What do you think you are doing out here? What is this?" he demanded.
"Oh…hi, Professor Snape," he replied innocently, swooping low, and almost hitting the Potion Master with the back end of his Nimbus 2001.
"Get inside! That's the last straw Mr. Malfoy! Inside NOW!" he yelled, his face getting extremely red for a man who had been the anatomy of snow his entire life.
"Don't you want to hear my excuse?" Draco asked, sounding hurt.
"IN!" barked Snape, pointing to the hallway.
"I'm thinking of going professional," Draco continued, ignoring the demands being made by his Head of House.
"Give me the Quaffle, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco smirked, faking a throw to the teacher. Snape stepped back, hands up to catch a ball that wasn't coming to him. Draco laughed. The greasy git really was stupid. He faked tossing it again, but this time, Snape used "Accio" the retrieve the ball without another hassle. Sagging his shoulders, Draco gave up, and followed Snape inside.
They arrived back in the Potion's classroom to find Harry twiddling his thumbs, Ginny snoozing, Cho biting her nails, and Hermione reading. It seemed that none of the other kids had noticed Draco's disappearance and this simple display was enough to set Snape's mind at ease about what they had been up to.
Shoving Draco toward his seat, he snapped, "Gather your things. You're leaving." To everyone else, he announced, "Mr. Malfoy, here, has taken it upon himself to go to the Quidditch Practice Pitch. I'm sorry to inform you, you are going to be without his services for the remainder of your punishment."
"B-O-O H-O-O!" Draco pretended to cry as he picked up his items.
Snape scowled. "Everything is a big joke to you, Mister Malfoy. Am I correct? The false fire you set in Potions class on Friday. False fires are real funny, aren't they? What if your home…." Snape stopped, realizing that techniqually Draco didn't have a home, his father owned the place. "What if your family…" he stopped again. Draco didn't give a damn about Lucius. "What if your dope was on fire?" he settled.
"Impossible," Draco shook his head. Snape stared at him, astonished. "It's in Potter's pants, sir."
Hermione, who had been extremely calm until now, burst out laughing.
"Oh, you think he's funny?" Snape turned on her, eliminating a protective glare from Draco. "You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin'?" Snape asked, trying to use some student slang. "Let me enlighten you, Ms. Granger, and this goes for the rest of you as well," he snapped at them. "Look at him, take a good hard look at him," he growled. "He's a Death Eater." Hermione dropped her head, feeling horrible.
"You want to see something funny? I suggest you pay a visit to Draco Malfoy five years from now. You'll see how funny he is then," Snape finished. Shooting a look at the object of his conversation, he barked, "Let's go," grabbing Draco's shoulder as he walked over.
"Hey! Get your fucking hands off of me!" Draco cried, stomping away. He paused at Hermione's desk, leaving behind a pair of Vertism leaves. "For better hallway escapades," he whispered with a smirk. "Snape always drinks tea around this time." Then he left, knocking over a million things on his way out.
Snape tossed Draco in a closet outside of the Potion's lab. Slamming the door shut behind them both, he stood in front of Draco, prepared to make a long speech. "That is the last time, Draco. That is the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, do you hear me? I make $31,000 galleons a year and I have a home and I'm not about to throw it away on some punk like you..."
The blonde Malfoy just rolled his eyes, not interested in a word his elder was saying.
"Someday when you are out of here and you have forgotten about this place…and they have forgotten all about you…and you are wrapped up in your own pathetic life…I'm going to be there," Snape snickered. He watched as Draco stared at him with all new eyes. "That's right," he grumbled. "I'm gong to curse the shit out of you."
"Are you threatening me?" Draco asked, calm as ever with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody is going to believe you? You think anybody is going take your word over mine? I'm a man of respect around here. The students do not love me, but at least Dumbledore thinks I'm a swell guy...you, on the other hand, are a lying sack of shit! And everybody knows it," Snape finished.
Draco continued to stare at him. On the outside he seemed collected, but on the inside he was terrified that the professor meant to beat him. Instead, Snape turned and stormed out of the room. Left alone, Draco cast a silencing charm on the room. Then, quickly as he could, he began searching for the trap door that would lead him through a tunnel in the ceiling of the Potion's room so he could rejoin his "friends."
Crawling through the tunnel, he chuckled to himself as he thought up a joke. "A naked witch walks into the Three Broomsticks with a two foot wand tucked under one arm and a Blasted-End-Skrewt under the other. She lays the Skrewt on the table. The owner comes over and says, "I suppose you won't be needing a butterbeer." The witch says…" The stone Draco was currently on wobbled. He stopped, looked down at it, then went on. Only he had nothing to be on. The stone dropped from the ceiling, and he went crashing down with it. "AHHH!" The stone slab cracked into a bunch of pieces, Draco falling only seconds after it. "OH SHIT!" he cried, but he never hit.
Hermione smiled, one hand on her hip, and one holding her wand, as she put him on the ground. She flicked her wand around, fixing the ceiling. "I forgot my quill," he shrugged at her.
"Salzaar Slytherin!" Snape cursed from outside the door. He burst into the room. Just as everyone managed to get into their seats, Draco hiding under Hermione's desk. "What in Godriac's name is going on in here? What was that ruckus?"
"Uh…what ruckus, sir?" Harry asked.
"I was just in my office and I heard a noise," Snape growled, looking murderous.
"Could you describe the ruckus, sir?" Hermione inquired, trying to look attentive.
"Watch your tongue, young lady, watch it!" he snapped.
Draco tried to sit up and succeeded in banging his head on the bottom of the table. As he groaned, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny started to pat their hands on their desks to make up for the sound Draco had started. Everyone tried to take credit for Malfoy's mistake, except Cho, who once again, is being the oddball.
Snape looked at each one of the students, watching their motions carefully. "What was that? What, what was that noise for?"
Underneath the table, Draco started to rub his head where he hit it. As he tilted his head, he saw Hermione's legs were parted just enough that he could see below her skirt and directly in between her legs. Her plain white underwear was showing. Smiling evilly, he started to move his head forward.
"What noise?" Harry asked during the same time.
"Really sir, their wasn't any noise…" Hermione squealed. No one knew what was going on, but even Cho started to fake having a coughing fit. Flustered, Hermione regained her composure. "That noise? Was that the noise you were talking about, professor?"
"No it wasn't," Snape growled. "That was not the noise I was referring to. Now, I may not have caught you devious schemers in the act this time, but you can bet I will." Cho laughed, throwing her head back. "You can bet on that, Miss Chang," he promised. "And you," he said to Hermione. "I will not be made a fool of. Understand me, Ms. Granger?" She nodded and he turned around, leaving the room.
Harry, Ginny, and Cho laughed as they say a line of toilet paper trailing after the Potion's Master. It had been stuck on his shoes. "Fool," Harry laughed harder.
Hermione and Draco were the only ones not laughing. As he crawled out from under the desk, she slapped him as many times and as hard as she could. "It was an accident," he complained as he got up on his knees in front of her.
"You are an asshole," she hissed.
"So sue me, baby," he smirked, and returned to his seat.
Sighing, Hermione glanced at the clock. Another hour was over. She only a had a few more to go. What was it all going to be like and what was going on with her and Draco? Only time would tell.
A/N: I know it wasn't as long as the last chapter, but in the next chapter, they all get high, so I wanted to save that. It is going to be hilarious. I swear, if you have never seen this movie before, you have to go out and rent it or something. Molly Ringwald, Emilo Esteves, and all these other people in "the Breakfast Club". It is the most awesome movie. I love it! Go out and rent it! ~ Nev