Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Harry Potter. Oh, the woes
of me, the little person.
A/N: I just wanted to say thank you so much to those who have reviewed my story. Thank you so so so much. I really needed the lift up.
I can't believe what I just did. Did I pull Draco Malfoy's hair? Please tell me that I didn't actually do that. But I guess if I hadn't, I wouldn't be on my way to detention with that horrible git right behind me.
"Hey mudblood!" he called. I'll just ignore him. Then, he grasped my shoulder and yanked me back. "Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. But I don't respond to big-headed fools!" I cried.
"You better watch what you say to me, Granger. Anything that you say to me just might reach my father." He glared at me and smirked that awful smirk, known to all Malfoy's.
"Sure, run to daddy. He'll kiss your boo-boo and buy you anything you want," I said, sticking out my bottom lip and pretending to cry.
"At least I don't have to shop at Losers-R-Us!" he shot back. That was hitting below the belt. He turned, walked a few steps, and then turned. "You are to walk three steps behind me at all times. No more, no less. Well, maybe more. I don't want your filthy blood anywhere near me."
"No fear of that, pretty boy wizard," I muttered as he began walking away. "I wouldn't want to trouble myself with first class arse-holes like yourself." Perhaps it was better that he didn't hear me, because we are running late enough for detention as it is. How I loathe him for what has happened. But no, it isn't enough that I actually have to spend the next hour with him, but I also have to spend it cleaning out Snape's old potions bottles. Why is it that whenever someone has detention, they have to spend it in the most excruciating agony that can be thought of? At least the last time I had to serve detention I was with Ron, Hagrid, and Harry in the Forbidden Forest. And believe me that is far better than having to watch Draco act like a snob for an extra hour of the day. As if I didn't see him do that enough during school hours.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Miss... Granger," drawled Snape. A sneer spread on his face and turned up into two slight curls at the corners of his mouth. He must love every moment that I am in detention. "So nice of you to show up in detention."
"Not by choice, I assure you," grumbled Draco. "I shouldn't be here. I didn't do anything wrong."
"Ha! That's a laugh." I snickered. Honestly, who does he think he is?
"Need I remind you that every second you waste right now is a second you'll have to make up?" grumbled Snape. "And I personally do not want to stay here any longer than I have to. So let's get started, shall we?"
The next hour was complete and utter torture for me. Draco obviously wasn't enjoying it either, so that made up for a little bit of it. We had to make sure that all the bottles we cleaned were spotless, or else Snape would make us re-clean it. Boy, I only had to do it twice. But that ferret, as hoity-toity as he is, had to re-clean at least ten of them. Hahaha, that fool. Perhaps next time he'll remember what house-elves actually go through each day.
The next few detentions for us were much the same. The slight variation in tasks we were given weren't much to look forward to. And nothing really changed much for us until tonight, the third night of our detention together.
"Hey, mudblood, you missed a spot," he called to me. Here we are, scrapping off some graffiti off the wall that some stupid Slytherin had left behind on a wall in the east section of the castle. How do I know? Just look at the writing. It says, "The serpent shall crush the tiger with its jaw, and poison all Gryffendors, big and small!" Only a Slytherin would do this, and in green and sliver spray paint too. Normally I'd say it was Draco, but for one thing, even he admitted that he wished he had thought of it (saying that it was "pure genius"), and secondly, he's not one to get his hands dirty, no matter what the cause.
I was now on a pulley that had allowed me to reach the really high spots on the wall. I looked down to where he stood, pointing at a spot about six inches or so to my right.
"I'll get to it in a minute, Malfoy!" I yelled. "Why don't you try doing some more down there? It looks to me as if you haven't touched that scrub brush."
"What are you talking about? I scrubbed off the words 'and', 'all', 'and', and big'! What else is there?" he called. I glared at him.
"Great. Along with the words I've washed off it says, 'serpent...crush... tiger... poison... Gryffendors.... Small...'."
"Your point being?" he asked.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" I cried, narrowing my eyes. "Just you wait. When we graduate, I'll be free to kick your smarty arse and make you eat those poisonous comments."
"I'd like to see you try," he smirked. Then, there was a scared expression on his face.
"Look out!" he cried. He was pointing behind me. I screamed and turned, only to find that there was nothing behind me. He burst into a fit of giggles.
"Oh, very funny, Malfoy," I glared.
"You should've seen the look on your face, Granger!" he laughed.
"Well, the next time you say something like that, I'll just have to-," But I couldn't finish my sentence because at that moment, something hit me in the back of my head, causing me to fall off the pulley and fall toward the ground. I closed my eyes, waiting for my body to hit the ground. But when I opened them again, I found that Draco had caught me.
"Let me go," I heard myself mumble. Gee, I feel so dizzy. Why isn't everything in focus? Everything is just a blur. Draco set me down and looked at my face.
"What's wrong, Granger?" he snapped. "Why are your eyes going blank? Ahhhh!" I felt his hand on the back of my head. Ouch. There's a bump there, you jerk.
"Owie," I grumbled.
"Granger, you're bleeding," he said. What? Did he just say that I was bleeding? Just then, I felt my knees give in and darkness come over me.
A/N: I just wanted to say thank you so much to those who have reviewed my story. Thank you so so so much. I really needed the lift up.
I can't believe what I just did. Did I pull Draco Malfoy's hair? Please tell me that I didn't actually do that. But I guess if I hadn't, I wouldn't be on my way to detention with that horrible git right behind me.
"Hey mudblood!" he called. I'll just ignore him. Then, he grasped my shoulder and yanked me back. "Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. But I don't respond to big-headed fools!" I cried.
"You better watch what you say to me, Granger. Anything that you say to me just might reach my father." He glared at me and smirked that awful smirk, known to all Malfoy's.
"Sure, run to daddy. He'll kiss your boo-boo and buy you anything you want," I said, sticking out my bottom lip and pretending to cry.
"At least I don't have to shop at Losers-R-Us!" he shot back. That was hitting below the belt. He turned, walked a few steps, and then turned. "You are to walk three steps behind me at all times. No more, no less. Well, maybe more. I don't want your filthy blood anywhere near me."
"No fear of that, pretty boy wizard," I muttered as he began walking away. "I wouldn't want to trouble myself with first class arse-holes like yourself." Perhaps it was better that he didn't hear me, because we are running late enough for detention as it is. How I loathe him for what has happened. But no, it isn't enough that I actually have to spend the next hour with him, but I also have to spend it cleaning out Snape's old potions bottles. Why is it that whenever someone has detention, they have to spend it in the most excruciating agony that can be thought of? At least the last time I had to serve detention I was with Ron, Hagrid, and Harry in the Forbidden Forest. And believe me that is far better than having to watch Draco act like a snob for an extra hour of the day. As if I didn't see him do that enough during school hours.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Miss... Granger," drawled Snape. A sneer spread on his face and turned up into two slight curls at the corners of his mouth. He must love every moment that I am in detention. "So nice of you to show up in detention."
"Not by choice, I assure you," grumbled Draco. "I shouldn't be here. I didn't do anything wrong."
"Ha! That's a laugh." I snickered. Honestly, who does he think he is?
"Need I remind you that every second you waste right now is a second you'll have to make up?" grumbled Snape. "And I personally do not want to stay here any longer than I have to. So let's get started, shall we?"
The next hour was complete and utter torture for me. Draco obviously wasn't enjoying it either, so that made up for a little bit of it. We had to make sure that all the bottles we cleaned were spotless, or else Snape would make us re-clean it. Boy, I only had to do it twice. But that ferret, as hoity-toity as he is, had to re-clean at least ten of them. Hahaha, that fool. Perhaps next time he'll remember what house-elves actually go through each day.
The next few detentions for us were much the same. The slight variation in tasks we were given weren't much to look forward to. And nothing really changed much for us until tonight, the third night of our detention together.
"Hey, mudblood, you missed a spot," he called to me. Here we are, scrapping off some graffiti off the wall that some stupid Slytherin had left behind on a wall in the east section of the castle. How do I know? Just look at the writing. It says, "The serpent shall crush the tiger with its jaw, and poison all Gryffendors, big and small!" Only a Slytherin would do this, and in green and sliver spray paint too. Normally I'd say it was Draco, but for one thing, even he admitted that he wished he had thought of it (saying that it was "pure genius"), and secondly, he's not one to get his hands dirty, no matter what the cause.
I was now on a pulley that had allowed me to reach the really high spots on the wall. I looked down to where he stood, pointing at a spot about six inches or so to my right.
"I'll get to it in a minute, Malfoy!" I yelled. "Why don't you try doing some more down there? It looks to me as if you haven't touched that scrub brush."
"What are you talking about? I scrubbed off the words 'and', 'all', 'and', and big'! What else is there?" he called. I glared at him.
"Great. Along with the words I've washed off it says, 'serpent...crush... tiger... poison... Gryffendors.... Small...'."
"Your point being?" he asked.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" I cried, narrowing my eyes. "Just you wait. When we graduate, I'll be free to kick your smarty arse and make you eat those poisonous comments."
"I'd like to see you try," he smirked. Then, there was a scared expression on his face.
"Look out!" he cried. He was pointing behind me. I screamed and turned, only to find that there was nothing behind me. He burst into a fit of giggles.
"Oh, very funny, Malfoy," I glared.
"You should've seen the look on your face, Granger!" he laughed.
"Well, the next time you say something like that, I'll just have to-," But I couldn't finish my sentence because at that moment, something hit me in the back of my head, causing me to fall off the pulley and fall toward the ground. I closed my eyes, waiting for my body to hit the ground. But when I opened them again, I found that Draco had caught me.
"Let me go," I heard myself mumble. Gee, I feel so dizzy. Why isn't everything in focus? Everything is just a blur. Draco set me down and looked at my face.
"What's wrong, Granger?" he snapped. "Why are your eyes going blank? Ahhhh!" I felt his hand on the back of my head. Ouch. There's a bump there, you jerk.
"Owie," I grumbled.
"Granger, you're bleeding," he said. What? Did he just say that I was bleeding? Just then, I felt my knees give in and darkness come over me.