Malfoy Neighbors

Another Detention-Year 5 Chapter 25

"She's not that bad." Draco said, and you glared at him. "Umbridge just wants to improve the school."

"Well, she's making it worse." You said angrily.

"What time is your detention?" Draco asked, changing the subject. You had gotten detention because you told Umbridge that she was being a jerk when she asked you to show her what you had in your school bag.

"I have to be at her office at 5 tonight." You answered, defeaded.

After dinner, you unhappily headed down to Umbridge's office. You knocked and was told to enter. Walking in, you knew what she was going to do to you. You had detention with her once before, were she made you do lines with a special quill. One that didn't exactly use ink. It carved into your flesh and took your own blood to write with.

"You will be doing lines for me, miss (l/n)." Umbridge said, in her usual false sweet, high pitched voice.

"And, what will I be writing?" You said using a sarcastic voice.

"I...will...be...po...lite." She said slowly, as if you could possibly not understand what she wanted you to do. You sat down and she handed you her quill. You did what she asked you to do, as you watched, and felt, the words appear onto your flesh. The mark from last time, took a full month to completely heal. It would probably be the same for this time.

Around midnight, Umbridge finally let you go. Your hand hurt badly and wasn't healing. Each time you wrote, it only left a red mark last time. This time, it started out the same. But now, the wound was still open, and blood oozed from the words.

You steped out of her office and found Draco sitting next to her door. He seemed to have nodded off to sleep, which was a good thing. You didn't want him to see your hand, as it would just anger him. You pulled your hands into your robes and woke Draco.

"What are you doing?" You asked him. "You didn't have patrol tonight, did you?"

"No, I just wanted to walk you back, that's all." He said, yawning and getting up. You slipped your uncut hand into his and headed off to the Hufflepuff common room.

"(Y/n), your bleeding." Draco said, stopping. You were almost to the common room, when he noticed blood drip from your hand. He pulled your other hand out of the robe.

"I will be polite?" Draco read after dabbing the blood away with his own robe. "What...how..." he looked at you. "What is this about?" You didn't have a choice now. You told him how her detentions were. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because now your angry." You said.

"Damb right I am!" Draco said, as he truned to storm off. You grabbed his hand, making his halt.

"What are you going to do?" You ask, scard he was going to go marching into Umbridge's office.

"I'm gonna go tell Professor Snape!" He said.

"Oh no your not." You said, taking a step closer to him. "It will cause more problems then it solves."

"You have to tell someone, (y/n). At least tell your head of house." Draco said, concerned.

"Ok, I'll tell Professor Sprout in the morning." You told him. You didn't have any intention of actually doing so though. Draco seem to except that answer and walked you the rest of the way to the Hufflepuff common room.

The next few days went by, and everytime Draco asked if you had told your head of house, avoided the qustion. You told him one morning he should hurry off to his class and you walked into a random classroom, just to get rid of him. You avoided the question because you didn't want to tell him you hadn't done it yet, and you didn't want to flat out lie to him. Sam had noticed your hand the morning after you got it, and insisted you tell too. You were hidding from her in the star room one evening, when Draco found you. He walked in and sat down beside you.

"You haven't told Sprout about your hand, have you?" Draco asked seriously. You shook your head.

"No, I haven't yet. Sam wants me to tell her too." You said.

"Then why haven't you?" Draco was considered for you.

"It's not a problem, Draco. Just leave it alone." You knew he was right, you should have told the first time, but you figured it would make things worse.

Over the rest of week, the Slytherins were driving you bonkers. They were singing 'Weasley is our King' so loudly and so often, that it was a relive when Filtch band the song from the corridors. You walked into the star room one evening, only to hear Draco singing that infuriating song, while he sat at the small table the two of you drug down, so you could do your homework in peace.

"Draco!" You said, annoyed. "I know you wrote the stupid song, and I know that you can't sing it in the corridors now, but seriously! I'm so sick of it!" You plopped down on the couch. The song may have been banded from the corridors but the Slytherins still sang it before class started and in the Great Hall.

"Ok, ok." Draco said, sounding defeated. "I won't sing it around you."

"Good!" You said, as Draco sat down beside you, smiling. "I'll only sing it with my fellow Slytherins." You rolled your eyes.

"Draco," you said, annoyed. "I love you, but really? Can't you just abandon the song?"

"No way. It's just to catchy." You glared at him.

"Alright, if it will make you happy." Draco said, pulling you into a side hug. "I'll only sing it in the Slytherin common room."

"That will have to do." You comprised and layed your head on his shoulder. "I'll just have to deal with that, for now." You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day. Perkinson had discovered that the song drove you nuts and was finding any moment she could, to sing it to you. The only three places in the school so hid from her words, was in the library, the room of requirement, and the star room.