Draco Malfoy Imagines

Punishment

Y/n's POV

Hogwarts had a reputation for having some of the best teachers in the world. And while I was attending the school, it seemed like that was true. Well, except for one subject. Defense Against the Dark Arts. The position was believed to be cursed due to one teacher never staying for more than a year. This year, our new teacher was Delores Umbridge, who was sent from the Ministry. She, however, was not what I was expecting.

I was skimming over the pages of our new book, confused on how this approach would help us at all. The curriculum didn't want us to use spells at all, which is odd, seeing as how that's what DADA was all about. Instead, it seemed like we would just be reading and writing about said spells.

"What kind of rubbish is this?" I mutter to myself. 

"I'm sorry, did you have a question, Ms. L/n?" Umbridge asked.

"Uh, no. I was just talking to myself," I respond.

"Care to share what you were thinking to the class?" Umbridge questioned.

"Not really," I reply.

"I wasn't asking. I was telling. Go on ahead," Umbridge urged.

I sighed. All right. Uh, I was just saying that this is all rubbish. How are we gonna be able to protect ourselves if we can't practice the spells we're supposed to use? In my opinion, I think that's counterproductive."

"The Ministry happens to think that this will help many students who have been failing Defense Against the Dark Arts due to not being able to conjure up the spells," Umbridge explained. "Students, such as yourself."

"Excuse me? If you'd been here the last couple years, you'd know that this is my best class. In fact, I excel at it. I'm probably even better than Harry. No offense," I apologize to the boy sitting in the row next to me.

"None taken. You're not wrong," Harry noted.

"See! Harry agrees with me, and I'm sure everyone else does too. So, with all due respect, Professor Umbridge, shove off," I utter and cross my arms over my chest.

Umbridge scoffed. "How dare you talk to me that way! I will not tolerate behavior like that in my classroom. I expect to see you in detention tonight at 7."

"Bloody hell. Detention on the first day of class? That's gotta be a record," Draco joked from where he was sitting next to me."

"Oh shut up, Draco," I murmur playfully and shove him softly. Later that day, I was in the Great Hall eating dinner, like I usually did. I put a few things on my plate, sat down, and just as I was about to enjoy my food, Draco took the seat next to me and Blaise sat down in a seat across the table.

"Draco told me what happened today in your DADA class," Blaise brought up. "I would've paid to see that. You're brilliant, Y/n! Bloody brilliant!"

"Except I got detention," I remind him. "So maybe not so brilliant."

"Still, just having the audacity to stand up to a professor, and Umbridge nonetheless, who was sent directly from the Ministry, is insane," Blaise commented.

"Can we not talk about it anymore? Please," I plead and push away the once appetizing looking food.

"Hey. You okay?" Draco inquired and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

I shrugged. "I'll be all right. I just wanted this year to go by without any trouble. But it looks like I already screwed that up. God, why'd I have to run my mouth? Now I've got to spend the evening in detention with Umbridge."

"One, you standing up to her like that was really hot," Draco confessed. "And two, I'm sure detention won't be that bad. You'll probably just be cleaning her classroom or something. Nothing to worry about."

"I guess," I breathe out. "I think I'm gonna head down to her office early. Maybe that'll get me in Umbridge's good graces. I'll see you two later."

"See you later," Draco returned and pecked my cheek. The two of us had started dating at the end of last year, and while it had only been a few months, I was grateful for Draco's support. Honestly, it was exactly what I needed right now. It only took me a few minutes to get to Umbridge's office, and I knocked softly on the door.

"Come in!" Umbridge shouted from inside. I pushed the door open, and when my eyes saw her office, it was sort of what I thought it'd be. The walls were all pink, as was the furniture and other decor, and there were dozens of plates with cats depicted on them. The plates had been enchanted, so all of the cats were moving and meowing, making the already uncomfortable environment even worse. "Ah, Ms. L/n, you're a earlier than expected. No worries though. Please, have a seat."

"So, what am I going to be doing for you today, Professor Umbridge?" I implore.

"Just some lines will do," Umbridge answered and handed me a quill and a piece of parchment.

"Professor, you haven't given me any ink," I notify her.

"Oh, you won't need any dear. How about you write, 'I will not disrespect a professor'?", Umbridge proposed. "You can keep doing that until the message sinks in."

"Okay," I mumble.

Perhaps detention wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. I mean, I was just gonna be writing lines. What could be bad about this? Turns out, a lot. As soon as I finished the first line, a burning sensation arose on the top of my non-writing hand. I winced quietly, careful not to disturb Umbridge, and looked over to see what was going on. There, burned into my skin, were the words I was writing. I wrote the line again, and the words were etched deeper into my flesh. After writing the line a few times, a small bit of blood began to trickle down my hand.

"All right. I think that's enough for today. You're free to go, Ms. L/n," Umbridge allowed. "Just know that you should never disrespect another professor, especially me, ever again."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Professor Umbridge," I say and bolt out of her office. I shook my hand a few times, hoping that would help ease the pain, but it didn't. The words still stung. I finally made it back to the common room, and in the main lounge, Draco and Blaise were waiting for me. Draco stood up to greet me, but when he saw that my eyes were glossy, he frowned.

"Blaise, could you give the two of us a second?" Draco quizzed.

"Sure. I'll just go start some homework," Blaise spoke and made his way up to the boys' dormitory.

"Come here," Draco cooed and pulled me into his arms before lowering the two of us to the couch. "What happened at detention? You're back rather early."

"Umbridge, she..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say. Draco didn't need me to speak though, because as soon as he saw that I was cradling my hand, his eyebrows furrowed. Gently, he took a hold of my hand and brought it closer so that he could see what was wrong. And when he saw the markings on my skin, I could see a flash of anger in his eyes.

"She doesn't have the right to torture students. You should report her," Draco put forth as he wrapped my hand in some bandages. "I mean, seriously. This is ridiculous."

"It's fine, Draco. Really," I sniffle and wipe some of the tears from my eyes.

"It's not fine," Draco opposed. "If she thinks she can get away with hurting my girlfriend, she's wrong."

"I deserved it though, didn't I? I did talk back to her," I recall.

"Yeah, after she disrespected you," Draco countered. "Don't be sorry for that. You were just standing up for yourself."

"I guess you're right," I agree. "Can we talk about this later? I kind of just want to do something to take my mind off of this."

"Well, we do already have a potions essay to write," Draco mentioned. "That's something, right?"

I laughed. "It is. And since you happen to be a master at potions, you could help me with an outline."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help my girlfriend out?" Draco posed and leaned in to kiss me quickly. "Come on. Lets get started."