After Dinner had ended, Professor Snape pulled Viola up by her arm and dragged her out of the Great Hall. "You're hurting me." She struggled in his grip. He clamped his bony fingers around her frail arm and dragged her to the Potions classroom. Her feet were almost dangling above the floor and her arm fell limp. That was going to leave a bruise.

She tried pulling her arm again, and he snatched his hand from her arm, grimacing. "And you don't think the silly stunt you pulled injured Mr Malfoy?" He growled in her face, dangerously, and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. When she didn't move he shouted once more. "Sit, you fool!" She quickly sat in the assigned seat. What was wrong with her? She wasn't about to be pushed around by a walking, talking mop.

"It was more of a talent show, really. It serves him right." She smirked.

"Excuse me?" He death-stared her. If looks could kill, she would be dead.

"You heard me, he deserves it!" She was becoming passive-aggressive and she didn't regret it one bit. He didn't know that Draco was a snotty little elitist. All he knew was another favourited, spoiled, pure-blood Slytherin.

"And you think I believe he caused all this?" He sneered, standing behind his desk.

"He called me a mud-blood because a 'pureblood can't be in Gryffindor.'" She mimicked what Malfoy had said to her.

"What provoked him?" said Snape, his eyebrow raised. He always sticks up for the Slytherins. Merlin!

"You're joking, right?" Viola stood and leaned over the desk, her hands used to prop herself up. The chair screeched backwards. He looked at her in pure anger, ready to counter. She let out a nasty laugh and continued, "Before you say anything in his defence, I did nothing. Malfoy and his little followers hate my guts. He's a psycho-"

"Silence. I'll be sure to provide appropriate punishment for Malfoy," snapped Snape. She scoffed in disbelief, it probably wouldn't even be close to the hard labour the Gryffindors had to endure. "However, that little stunt you pulled will not be going unseen. You have detention at 7 pm."

Detention in the dungeons rolled around the corner. Tonight, Viola would be spending the night with Professor Snape, her lunch bubbled in her throat at the thought. It had turned 6:57 pm and she strolled up to the large mahogany door. Pushing the door open, the professor found himself startled at the intrusion, pausing to dip his quill into the ink. "Next time you enter my classroom, knock."

He jerked his head to the cauldron cupboard. As he put his head down to focus on the pile of parchment on his desk, she made an unfriendly gesture behind his back. Viola entered the grimy cupboard, peering around. Dirty cauldrons, consisting of the uttermost foul grime and slime, lined the shelves. She thought she saw a rotten rat's tail in one of the cauldrons. She pulled out her wand and was about to cast a cleaning spell, but was interrupted by a familiar velvety voice.

"Put your wand away, Green. You won't need it." He pointed with a quill, resting between his index finger and thumb, to the two scrubbers that lay on the top shelf. She sighed dramatically and grabbed one. The professor rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like 'children' in an annoyed tone. As she squatted down to clean the first cauldron, the door creaked open.

"Malfoy," drawled Snape from behind his desk, "you will be scrubbing the cauldrons with Miss Green." Seeing him reach for his wand, he added: "Without your wand." He pointed again to the cauldron cupboard where she was inhabited and then went straight back to correcting 3 foot-long essays.

"I don't understand why I have to serve detention with you. When my father hears about this, he'll think the exact same. Blood-traitor," scoffed Draco, looking at her like she was a disgusting beetle and he wanted nothing more than to crush her under his heel. He scrubbed a cauldron, agitated. She glared at him from the corner of her eye, smirking.

"You are such a stuck-up little princess, Malfoy," said Viola. She spotted the mouldy rat tail from earlier and had a fun idea. As he was opened his mouth to reply, she picked the tail up and tossed it at his mouth. Bullseye. It had landed on his tongue and he held in a scream, scraping it out of his mouth. "You'll pay for that!"

"Whatever. It was only a rat tail." She replied in a mocking tone. The only times she liked being alone with Draco was to make fun of him. She couldn't really do that when he was followed by two fatsos everywhere, making sure to bully anyone who wasn't a Slytherin; both physically and emotionally. Their favourite target was Viola, Harry Potter a close second.

"You know, being a pureblood, I thought your choice of friends would be, well, beneficial to your status," snarked Draco his face full of egotistical triumph. She opened her mouth to retort, but the Potions Master stopped them both in their tracks.

"Anything you'd like to share, you two?" inquired Snape, looking at them from the desk that was mounted with parchment upon parchment. She smirked at Draco's dumbfounded expression; it seemed he couldn't find any words.

"No, Professor. We were just discussing how fun your classes are," she smiled sweetly and he raised an eyebrow, quickly replaced by vexation. His tone turned dark and the light somehow darkened his features. His wrinkles looked contrasted.

"Don't lie to me." She paled slightly, feeling a bit nauseous. Draco had seemed to excuse himself out of the professor's line of sight. "If I'm not mistaken, you two were bickering. Again."

"Excuse me, sir," he raised an eyebrow at her, "but I don't see how our bickering is any of your business."

In an instant, the black-clad wizard had whipped around his desk and stood directly in front of Draco and Viola, anger prominent on his sullen face. Draco had gone silent during the stand-off between the two.

"What did you just say?" Well, she expected the worst. Slap on the wrist? Deducted house-points? Exclusion? She hoped not... "You dare speak to me in such a disrespecting manner." He pulled her by the arm, which he seemed to like to do often, and shoved her towards the door, a bony finger pointed at the vast door. "Get out... of my classroom."

As she stepped out, the door slammed shut behind her, a stray strand of hair caught in the door.

Viola grinned triumphantly.