"Draco Malfoy. Selena Chang," yelled Professor Umbridge. "Detention for not doing the work, insulting a teacher, and talking in class. My office at seven pm, don't be late!"
Draco and Selena exchanged amused glances, it wasn't even that bad. Writing lines with each other might even be a bit fun; it was something they were prepared to do if it would annoy their new awful teacher.
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A few minutes later, defense was over and the fifth years walked along Hogwarts' long winding corridors to lunch, everyone certainly needed after Defence. The lesson was right up there in the list of the most boring lessons ever. Everybody was hoping that it wouldn't continue for the whole year, they couldn't read books all year.
Draco slumped down onto one of the long benches that ran along the hall next to the Slytherin with a scowl clearly etched upon his face. Throwing his bag under the table, he looked up and glared across the table at whoever had the misfortune of sitting next to Draco in a bad mood.
It happened to be Pansy, someone who didn't normally tolerate his bad moods, and she responded with an equally icy glare.
"My father will hear about this," scowled Draco.
"Oh yeah?" asked Pansy sarcastically.
"Yes," growled Draco. "Defence is normally a half decent lesson, with the exception of second year and that Lockhart idiot though, it wasn't even that bad when we had the werewolf. Father had even told me a few new hexes I was thinking of getting Crabbe and Goyle to test on Weasel and the mudblood, but no this old hag of a teacher thinks she can just make us read a stupid book all year, and then she gives me and Selena detention, just for pointing out that fact."
"So, it's only detention. You'll survive," said Pansy. Draco was sure she'd got meaner since he had started spending time with Selena instead of her, but to be honest he wasn't really interested in Pansy romantically, his father had pushed him towards her since she was one of the purest purebloods around, but he wasn't bothered about it that much as long as there were a pureblood. After all, Selena was only a first generation pureblood, something he had neglected to tell his father.
"Yes, but detention is not something befitting a Malfoy," said Draco who was sounding rather snooty.
"Yeah," said Pansy, still not sounding very interested, and reached over and grabbed the chocolate éclair that Draco had been eyeing from under his nose.
"Hey," exclaimed Draco.
"Ah well, too slow," said Pansy with a grin. She really is getting annoying now, I think it would be a good idea to get back on her good side.
"So, Pansy," said Draco, looking across at her into her eyes, pausing.
"Yes," she said, paying attention.
"Have you done your Potions homework yet? I was thinking we could do it tonight in the common room when I get back from detention," he suggested, knowing that even with Snape's blatant favoritism, potions was still one of her weakest subjects. Even while he said this, he was still hoping that she didn't mistake this as romantic interest.
"Sure," she said, sounding relieved that she would have some help with her worst subject.
"So, what time do you think you'll get back from detention then?" asked Pansy.
"I really don't know," replied Draco…