Oneshots.

detention (drarry)

five bloody minutes. professor flitwick had left them alone for five. bloody. minutes.

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"Filthy little mudblood!"

This was the third time Harry Potter had heard the racial slur slip from Draco's mouth and hurled towards his best friend. He hadn't registered his next move for a second before he had slammed Malfoy into the concrete.

He'd raised a fist, and was seconds away from bashing his sodding nose in, when Ron tore him away from the quarrel. "Get off me!" Harry shouts, ignoring Draco's obnoxious threats from the background.

Before another word of strong disagreement could be made, a voice rang through the halls. McGonagall's voice.

"Detention, Mr. Potter!"

Harry let a wave of aggravation wash over his face. He really was not looking forward to the possibility of being thrown into the forbidden forest again.

Harry wanted nothing more to smack the smirk of satisfaction that marked his enemy's face, but soon enough, the Head of Gryffindor did it for him. "You will be joining him, Mr. Malfoy, and fifty points will be taken from each of your houses."

"Fifty?!" They shout in unison, then each glaring at each other in annoyance. "Violence will not be tolerated at Hogwarts. You should be gracious your punishment was not more severe, especially considering this is not the first time somithing has happened between the two of you, correct?"

The boys say nothing, and Harry's gaze lowers to his feet, whereas Draco resorts no a no-so-menacing stare. "I suggest you return to your studies immediately." McGonagall adds, and she stalks off, her shoes clomping behind her.

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"Saint Potter just had to save the day!" Draco shouts through the Slytherin common room. Blaise Zabini only rolls his eyes. "Can you give it a rest, Draco? We've only heard about your obsession with Scar Boy for the last five years."

"Shove off, Zabini. It's not an obsession, and I'm not finished. McGonagall gave both of us detention for three bloody weeks! I'll have to speak to father about her. The old crackpot will be out of this school in before Christmas, along with Potter's charity case of a friend."

Draco still doesn't feel satisfied with his long rant, and stalks off to find Crabbe or Goyle to see if they will listen to his ramblings, seeing as Zabini seems to be more interested in shagging Astoria Greengrass than anything he has to say. As it so happens, Draco knows that girl isn't interested in him, but it's no use bothering the poor bloke, especially after he's spoken to Draco in such a nasty tone.

He knows Astoria isn't interested in Blaise, after all, she'd been on her knees begging for Draco just two nights before.

"Bloody Harry Potter..." He mutters under his breath. It's not Draco's fault he's landed himself in this mess. Father will probably have a fit once he gets the owl, following his mother's hysterics. Draco's only intentions were to get Potter's attention, and it wasn't like Granger didn't deserve it, the know-it-all kept topping his scores and he doesn't like it one bit.

If Potter hadn't gotten so defensive about the bookworm, they could both be heading to Quidditch practice, but instead, the pair has to go through hell in the next hour.

Draco rubs his aching shoulder with his hand. Boy wonder is pretty strong, considering his scrawny stature, and Draco wouldn't be surprised if he's left with a huge bruise in the morning. Without a doubt, the ministry will be hearing of this as soon as he can get an owl through. Potter will pay.