Chapter 2: At Snape's happy detention room! (Draco's POV)

As you must've noticed, this chapter was written by Draco's point of view. This will probably happen again, such as Harry's point of view. But wont be very often, I assure you.

I remember we were in quite a rush, me Pansy and Zabini. They were rambling about stuff I can't remind. I was more worried about the feet I had just seen near the girl's lavatory. Maybe I was just too tired…? Anyway, I didn't have time to think about such mundane affairs as I was too occupied having my ass kissed.

"I mean, c'mon! He'll be speechless for AT LEAST an hour!" They were discussing professor Snape's reaction. Well, their excitement was comprehensible. I was finally recognized as the champion I naturally am, and in that case, it meant dragging all Slytherins to glory with me.

By the time we arrived at Snape's office, the Hufflepuff guy was leaving. We passed by him at the corridor, and I swear he smelled like mildew and old ink. Ah, the good old smell of detention. Pansy didn't care, and entered the room giggling hysterically. I couldn't help but thinking of how that maniac cackle of hers was frightening, perfectly fitting for a bedtime-story witch. I would never admit such thing, of course.

She entered the room and immediately shouted:

"PrOfEsSoR SnApE! GuEsS wHaT!"

He turned slowly and welcomed us with the pleased face of someone who had just eaten bad shit. Pansy continued, "Draco caught the snich!" Snape arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "We won; Slytherin is the champion of the Quiddich cup!" He opened his mouth wide. Yeah, now he seemed to believe it.

"Is it true?" he turned to me and asked in an irrepressible anxious tone.

"Yes" I answered satisfied. Snape, on the other hand, didn't look so shiny. He leaned back on his chair, put his hands together and whispered between clenched teeth:

"You just made lose fifteen galleons"

"Ahm… sorry, what?"

"I said…"

"We heard you, professor. But why exactly did we make you lose fifteen galleons?" Zabini dared to ask.

He let out a long irritated sigh, then began with that piercing voice of an annoyed professor: "We, the professors, made a... a bet, about this cup, and I betted for the Gryffindor. Me, Minerva and Sprout... In fact, only Dumbledore placed a bet for the Slytherin." I must admit, that hit me like a band of mad rabid buffaloes. No one but Dumbledore believed in me? And why him! Why not Snape or… anyone else! "now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go call Gringotts and have them transferring the money from my account…" He muttered, sounding very frustrated.

I couldn't stay there for much longer. I wasn't feeling betrayed or anything of the sort… I was just exhausted. And completely pissed off.

Disclamer: (Great thanks to my sister, for being so Draco-like )

I didnt get a lot of reviews with the 1st chapter, but im willing to continue this fanfic (my very first fanfic xp) AS LONG as i get at leas 5 reviews for this chap.

Thank you for listening to my whining > see ya!