Cinderella: a Hogwarts Version

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Chapter three: Detention with Malfoy

Chloe grumbled to herself as she had no choice but to go to detention as ordered by Malfoy. But just as she left, a hawk owl similar to hers appeared at the window, grasping a letter within its talons.

Chloe opened the window and the bird flew in. It dropped the envelope on her bed, took a gulp of water from the basin Chloe provided and then took off in the night.

She instantly recognized the writing on the envelope and tore it open. It read:

Dear Fallen Angel,
It's a shame we couldn't meet over the summers. I'm sorry I haven't written in quite some time. As you already know, I was on holiday in a country in south-east Asia. Anyway, as we've been in touch for more than a year, I think we could move on to being more detailed about ourselves. I hope you agree. So, would you be able to tell which school you go to, as I am a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm sure you've heard of it. Please reply soon. Mr. Anonymous =]

Chloe re-read the letter thrice and one word flashed in her mind. Hogwarts. He was in Hogwarts. They go to the same school. Her heart beat excitedly as she smiled to herself and quickly grabbed a piece of parchment from her desk.

Dear Mr. Anonymous,
What a surprise! I happen to be a Hogwarts student too. What year are you in? I guess it wouldn't be long till we found out who the other is. Reply ASAP. Fallen Angel =]

She hurriedly folded it and stuffed it into an envelope. Attaching it to the leg of her owl, she let it out the window.

She then started to make her way towards the dungeon where she was to meet Damien Malfoy. Eric was in the trophy room with the female Slytherin prefect, carrying out his punishment of polishing every trophy while the other two where at Hagrid's cabin, helping out with all the creatures he keeps.

As Chloe entered the potions room, Damien instantly looked at her.

"Where the hell were you?" he demanded, as he got up from leaning against the teacher's desk.

"Hey, I turned up, didn't I?" she replied flatly, roughly pulling out a chair from the nearest desk and sitting down.

"Yeah, a fucking one-and-a-half hour late! I'm doubling you detention."

"Fucking hell! I don't want to spend four damn months with you!" she spat.

"Neither do I, but it's worth watching you suffer," he smirked.

Chloe rolled her eyes in annoyance. "So what am I supposed to do tonight?"

"I do believe you're responsible for the graffiti in the Slytherin common room," he said, handing her a bucket of water with two worn-out sponges floating in it.

"What the fuck? That paint is practically permanent!" she burst out.

"Not my problem – I'm not the one stupid enough to do it," Damien replied, forcing the bucket into her hands.

She took it reluctantly.

"Do you expect me to enter the Slytherin common room?"

"You didn't seem to mind that much last night, did you?"

Chloe grit her teeth and followed as Damien led them to the Slytherin common room entrance. There was a hidden door along the stone wall, which responded to a password.

"Serpent blood," Damien mumbled and the wall opened as if on hinges. They both walked along the dimly-lit corridor and ended in a large room. It was similar to Gryffindor's, but the Slytherin's had a less welcoming surrounding.

All four walls in the room were heavy in graffiti. There was not a single inch left without paint. It was mostly rude words that were drawn, with quite a number of pictures. Chloe's attention was caught by a picture of a short nerd-like boy in Slytherin robes and the words "Slytherin Geek" written above his head. She smirked.

"Charming," Damien said flatly, ruining her thoughts. "You are to carry out detention till midnight. That's two hours from now."

"Two freaking hours with you!?" Chloe shrieked. She grabbed one of the sponges and maimed it at his gelled blonde hair. It hit him square and filthy water drenched it.

"Bitch! I changed my mind...make that till one thirty in the morning. You can start now and I expect you to have at least done half the walls. Hand over your wand," he said.

"Not in a million years, bastard!"

"I can always extend the detention till five."

"Go to hell," she muttered as she unwillingly gave her wand to him.

"I'll be back in an hour. Thanks to you, I have to go take another bloody bath." He stormed up towards his dormitory to go on with his business.

"Prick – full of fuckin' bullshit!" Chloe said aloud to herself. She didn't care if he could hear it as he marched to his room. There was no one around except the two of them. It was ten at night and students were expected in bed already.

Chloe picked up a sponge, squeezed all excess water out and proceeded with her task, though in a very lazy manner. She started at the letter 'F' of a word and could barely remove the slightest stain.

Why couldn't they have just magicked it off? Of course – they wanted her to suffer and do it by hand.

She scrubbed harder – still no effect. The paint just wouldn't part with the stone.

"Oh Bloody Hell!" she exploded. "How the fuck am I supposed to get the shit off?"

Instead of bothering to try harder, Chloe instead walked to the Slytherin bookshelf which stood twenty meters long and reached from floor to ceiling. She scanned through the thick book spines until one book caught her attention.

It wasn't exactly on the bookshelf. It lay on the ground, closed and bound by a lock. Chloe picked it up and examined it. The lock was obviously held by a spell. A pretty strong and complex one too. She couldn't hack her way through at that moment. Being as curious as she was, she pocketed the small book for later. Maybe with the help of Ryan, she just might be able to break in.

Just then, Damien came down the stairs.

"I thought you were taking a bath," Chloe said, eyebrow raised.

"Don't go getting high hopes of seeing me naked, Taylor," he replied smoothly. "The toilet is one place you would never want to be in after Neil and Morgan use it. I have a wand – simple spell is all it takes. Of course, someone as dim-witted as you could never figure that out with me having to suggest it."

"Shut up," she grumbled.

"I see you haven't even started with your detention yet. I guess I'll have to extend the time."

"The paint won't fucking come off – just zap it or something," she said flatly, hoping she didn't sound as hopeless as she thought she would.

"Pathetic as you are, Taylor, I thought a simple task wouldn't be much of a problem. Keep scrubbing!" he ordered.

"You deaf or you just have brain problems? The paint won't fucking come OFF!"

"Well, you're not fucking going anywhere until you do three hours worth scrubbing!"

"What the hell makes you think I'm gonna do what you say?"

"I'm a prefect and you're just a low-life loser...now get working!"

"You are so full of shit, ya know that?"

Chloe loathingly grabbed the sponge and started her scrubbing once more. No matter what, she scrubbed the exact same spot for the next three-and-a-half hours while Damien watched with homework at hand.

When half-past-one finally came, Damien gave his watch a quick glance and turned back at Chloe. Her face was red, burning with anger and her hair was all messed-up.

"You can go now, but I expect you back the same time tomorrow. You will continue your detention until the walls are perfectly spotless."

She got up grateful that one night was over, took back her wand, and walked out – too tired to bother curse the blonde.

She made her way back to her dormitory, quickly cast a spell to refresh her, changed and then slumped onto her comfortable bed, falling asleep instantly. The only thing that ran through her mind before she became unconscious was the letter she had received earlier on. Hogwarts.