Draco needed to write to his father. It's simply unfair that he has detention for something POTTER has done. It's not his fault Potter got hit by his spell that made him grow warts.

His detention is cleaning out the hippogriff stables. He needed to make a pile a dung for Hagrid.

He was cursing out everyone involved under his breath with colorful language when Potter came around, unhexed by now.

Potter just stood to the side holding in his giggles at seeing the great and powerful Draco doing manual labor. It did not suit him.

Draco finally noticed Potter and yelled, "This is your fault! I should be spending my Saturday doing literally anything else besides this."

"There is not reason to yell, I'm literally with throwing distance." Potter stops holding in his smile at this point. That just made Draco want to something like a rock.

"Don't tempt me, why don't you come a bit closer so I don't have to be so loud then." Draco totally wasn't planning something.

"I'm rather satisfied away of the pile of hippogriff manure, if you're nice I may give you a snack from Hagrid's." Potter used his thumb to point at the little shack.

"You willingly visit him?" Draco finds the idea of visiting any teacher rather unpleasant.

"Yup, nicest guy around and I love his dog, such a friendly boy." Potter did hold a fond smile instead of the malicious one he just had.

"Well he certainly is friendly..." Draco didn't quite enjoy the slobbering jumping though.

"Whelp, I'll leave you to your cleaning, wouldn't want to distract you from such important work." Potter left with some humming.

Draco wants to yell after him. Even if he didn't like Potter, it's a preferable distraction to the smell.

Oh the SMELL.

He's going to smell like dung all week! Next time he 'accidentally' hexes Potter, he needs to make it a better one.

Draco again didn't notice Potter until he was much too close. Potter held a biscuit in his hand.

"Open."

"Wha—" Draco was cut off with the snack getting shoved in his mouth. He was hungry so he chewed. It took a lot of chewing. How did a bake good take this much chewing?!?!

"You're getting hand fed since your hands are insanitary, enjoy!" This is Potters revenge for the warts. It's a rather simple plan, works though.

Draco tried to reply but he couldn't BECAUSE HE WAS STILL CHEWING.

When he finally swallowed, he got the second half shoved in. He debated if it was worth doing something so undignified as spitting and cleaning it up. It wasn't because he started the whole mess of chewing it again.

"Hagrid was so nice to let me bring you something, he agreed that you need to keep your energy up to finish it." Potter really is enjoying himself.

Draco eventually finished the dahm baked good to finally say. "I despise you."


AN/ THC

House: Ravenclaw

Class: Muggle Studies

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [object] pile of hippogriff manure

Word Count: 512