Born to sin

Chapter Three

Harry's p.o.v

The three of us stand shivering in Snapes office, trying not to look at the disgusting jars everywhere.

"detection for a month! All three of you. Attacking unarmed students?! If it was up to me you'd all be on your way back to London right now."

There's a knock on the door.

"excuse us Professer but it seems as if you have forgotten some students."

Dumbledore steps into the room closely followed by Mcgonagall who has Malfoy and Blaise by the collars of their shirts.
I glare at them. (Blaise and Malfoy, not Dumbledore)
Blaise just smirks back whilst Malfoy stares at the floor.

"Professer Snape, I belive all of these students deserve a month of detention as well. Toffee?"

"but sir, the-"

Dumblebore shakes his head, dismissing Snape's argument whilst unwrapping a chewy sweet.
He turns to address us.

"Go back to your common rooms. Get some sleep before classes tomorrow."

We all hurry out.
Blaise shoves me.

"You'll pay for that, Potter!"

I just smile coldly

"bye Blaise. "

*Skip to a week later*

I walk slowly down to Snape's classroom for my first detention, turning when I hear someone coming up behind me. It's Malfoy. He barrels past me making me loose my grip on my bag. It flys out of my hands and everything tumbles out. He stares at the smashed ink bottles and broken quills looking surprisingly guilty. I resist the urge to smack him is his cute- I mean stupid face.

"um, sorry Potter."

My mouth falls open. He apologised!
Draco Malfoy fricken apologised!

"oh uh its fine."

He looks sheepishly at the mess before bending down to help me pick up my stuff. I grab my bag and shove loose parchment and essays into it. I reach out to grab a book and so does Malfoy. His hand brushes mine for a millisecond before I quickly snatch the book from him along with the rest of the stuff he's picked up. With my face burning I stumble past him and down to Snape's classroom.
Snape has us scrubbing out cauldrons used to boil nasty smelling potions. I'm not allowed to use magic but Malfoy sits back as his cauldrons are wiped clean in seconds. I glare at the back of Snape's head as slug slime is smeared up my arms.
Malfoy looks at me and shrugs apologeticly.