enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: Detention

Felicity's POV

Tonight is my first official night of detention... with the slimeball, also known as Malfoy. I shuddered from the mere thought of it. I complained to Hermione while she was in the Hospital Wing, getting her, uh, furry, problem taken care of, but she'd just chuckled. "Maybe you can get information out of him," she suggested. I scoffed. "I had more luck as Parkinson," I told her.

Of course, there's a small chance that Malfoy and I don't have to serve detention with each other. Albeit, it's exactly that. A small chance. "Have flocks of fun, Little Longbottom," George teased from where he sat next to me in the Common Room. 

Ron, Harry, and Fred chuckled when I sent him a weird look. "That doesn't even make sense, George. And you're all so mean," I complained, rolling my eyes and standing up. I straightened out and sighed. "I'm already late. Be back after an hour of torture," I said on my way out of the room.

I procrastinated my arrival; talking to portraits, speaking with first and fellow second years, and even having a conversation with Peeves. But eventually I reached the dungeon. I sighed again and opened Snape's door. "Miss Longbottom," he greeted coldly, "You're late." "Yeah, sorry," I muttered. To my horror, Malfoy was the only other person in the room. How did no other second years get detention tonight?

It's official.

The world hates me.

I sat in the back, as far away from him as possible. "Now that you're here, we can finally get started," Snape continued, glaring at me. I threw my hands up in the air in mock surrender. "Trust me, it wouldn't have hurt my feelings if you'd started without me," I replied. He glowered at me a second longer before speaking again.

"You two will be cleaning out the cauldron's in that pile, you'll be sorting through all the miscellaneous potion ingredients in that corner, and then you will write me a full page on the consequences of tormenting another student. And no magic. Am I clear?"

My jaw had dropped a little throughout his demand. "You expect us to do all of that in an hour?" I asked slowly. "You'll stay here until all your work is completed, Miss Longbottom. You, too, Mr. Malfoy," Snape retorted. Malfoy flushed red with anger. "You can't expect me to do all that! My father will hear about this!" he cried. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair a little, frustrated. "I expect you to, so you will, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said.

Malfoy glared, but didn't object. "Now, excuse me," Snape said, standing up and strutting to the door of the room. "Whoa, where are you going?" Malfoy asked shrilly. "Did you assume I would be supervising your detention, Mr. Malfoy? Oh, no, Professor Lockhart has the honor today," Snape smirked. My jaw dropped a little.

"You're joking," I stated lowly, glaring at Snape. At the same time, Malfoy shrieked, "You can't have that pompous excuse for a human watch us!" Professor Snape, though I could tell he was enjoying himself, sent Malfoy a stony stare. "You will get your assignments done, and Professor Lockhart will make sure of it," he said in a firm voice. I scoffed.

"Greasy toerag," I muttered. "What was that, Miss Longbottom?" Snape asked coldly. "Nothing, Professor Snape," I replied sweetly, a fake smile plastered on my face. He sent the two of us one last glare before exiting.

As if on cue, the second Snape left, Lockhart entered. He practically bounced into the room, golden smile and all. "Hello, students," he chirped, "I assume Professor Snape has told given you your punishment?" Malfoy and I gave him the same irritated look and his smile faded a little, before appearing again.

"Well, no matter. Clean, sort, and write. No magic. Get to it," he said cheerily. "I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork," I murmured quietly. Malfoy and I were awkwardly cleaning the cauldrons when suddenly Lockhart yelped in shock.