Disclaimer: Putting your finger in a light socket is dangerous, and not something that you should do. Watching other people do it is hilarious.
The Last Straw
"THAT IS IT," Harry stalked over to where Draco was tormenting a couple of first years and grabbed the other boy's shoulder. "Malfoy, if I see you doing that again then I'm going to break something of yours."
"Mister Potter," McGonagall had arrived. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Explaining the facts of life to Draco here," Harry tightened his grip on the other boy's shoulder. "I told him that I would hurt him severely if I found him tormenting another first year, or anyone else for that matter."
"There will be no fighting in this school Mr. Potter," McGonagall looked stern. "If Mr. Malfoy was misbehaving. Next time tell a teacher and they will handle it."
"Are you willing to swear a wizard's oath, or in your case a witch's oath on that?" Harry gave an annoyed grin.
'What?" McGonagall looked ready to explode. "Why would you ask for such a thing."
"It's just . . . well, no teacher has ever bothered to punish him or make any attempts to curb his behavior before." Harry shrugged, "permit me to be a bit sceptical that you would start now."
"WHAT?" Minerva was stunned, "why would you say something like that."
"I am sick and tired of the fact that you can get away with anything in this school if your name is Malfoy," Harry's face was red with rage. "From now on the teachers can go to hell if they think they can tell me what to do, you wanna expel me? Fine, I'm sure that there are a dozen other magical schools that would be thrilled to have 'the famous Harry Potter' as one of their students."
"If you think you can . . ."
"Do your job?" Harry interrupted, "I don't know. You aren't doing it, Snape sure as hell ain't doing it. So why not me?"
"Go to the Headmaster's office immediately," McGonagall was purpling with rage. "Maybe he can talk some sense into you."
"Maybe he could do his job too," Harry retorted. "Instead of covering for Snape or making my life a living hell."
"If you think you can talk to me that . . ."
"This conversation is over," Harry interrupted. "I doubt that you have anything intelligent to add, and with my new duties I don't have the time to waste on idle chit chat."
"Harry why . . ."
"Remember what I said Malfoy," Harry ignored his head of house. "Unless you want to get to know the hospital wing as well as I do . . . remember what I said."
With that last comment, Harry turned and stalked down the hallway.
"I'll just be going then," Draco smiled weakly and began walking in the opposite direction.
"Not so fast Mr. Malfoy," Minerva's sharp voice forze the boy. "I have some things I want to discuss with you."
"Yes Professor?" The blond tried to smile innocently.
"What were you doing with those first years?"
"I was just showing them to their class rooms," Draco smiled. "I didn't want them to get lost."
"Is that true?" McGonagall Turned to the two first years.
"No Professor," the first years shook their heads. "He was saying that the dark lord would kill our families
"What?" Draco's face turned red, "just you wait. I'm gonna . . ."
"Have Harry beat you up if you try anything," one of the first years interrupted. "You can't do anything to us anymore."
"What did you mean anymore," McGonagall didn't like the implications.
"It doesn't matter if Snape covers for him anymore," the first year smiled. "Harry will get him anyway."
"I see," McGonagall was not happy with the way the conversation was going. "Thank you, you may go. Have your Professor see me if you're late for class."
"Thank you Professor," the two first years rushed off.
"As for you," McGonagall glared at Malfoy. "You're coming with me."
"Shouldn't you get my Head of House?" Malfoy asked nervously.
"That's another week of detention for questioning a Professor," McGonagall replied calmly. "Assuming I don't get you expelled."
"You can't do this," Draco was shocked at the course of events. "My father's on the board of governors."
"I am the Deputy Headmistress," McGonagall frowned. "And as such I have the ability to give punishments to students, three more months detention."
"We'll see about this," Draco sulked.
"Keep it up Mr. Malfoy," Minerva smiled. "And I'll run out of time this year and have to start on the next."
Draco finally started showing the cunning attributed to his House and chose not to reply to the Professor's comments.
"Good day Mr. Malfoy," Minerva turned and began to walk away. "I'll expect to see you in detention tonight, I'm sure the grounds keeper has several unpleasant tasks for you to perform."
The Professor made her way to the Headmaster's office and framed him with a worried stare.
"What is it Minerva?" Dumbledore smiled.
"We have a problem."
"What is it?" Dumbledore tossed another lemon drop in his mouth.
"Harry no longer respects us," Minerva frowned. "I cought him threatening Mr. Malfoy in the hall."
"I'll speak with him," Dumbledore promised. "I'm sure that we can have everything wrapped up by dinner."
"You don't understand, I told him to see you and he refused." McGonagall looked worried, "He said that if we're unwilling to do our jobs then he's going to do them for us."
"I can't believe that it's gotten that bad," Dumbledore smiled. "I'm sure that he'll cool off if we give him enough time."
"You're living in a fantasy wold if you believe that Albus," Minerva shook her head sadly. "I talked to a couple of first years and they said that they weren't afraid to speak out now that Harry is going to protect them, they said that Harry won't care about the protection that Severus gives to his house."
"They said that?" Dumbledore looked shocked.
"They don't have any confidence that we'll protect them," Minerva agreed. "They seem to think that you can do anything you want in this school so long as you name is Malfoy, an attitude that Mr. Malfoy seemed to share."