Resorted

chapter forty-eight

Now, Harry and Blaise were sat in Snape's office and both were content in not looking at each other. Scowling, Snape swished his robes as he sat down at his desk, his hands delicately folded together on top the ebony wood. "Now," He drawled, "Would either of you care to explain that atrocious behaviour?"
"Potter here-"
"Zabini just-"

They started at the same time. When Snape swiftly held a straight hand up, they grew quiet, "One at a time," Glared Snape, "Mr Zabini,"
"Potter here," Blaise snapped, "lunged at me for no reason! I was having an argument with Pansy about my feelings for a girl and then he pounced- unprovoked- out of nowhere!"

"What?" Harry argued, slamming his hand on the table. Snape scrunched his face in distaste at the poor manners but Harry didn't see that as he began quarrelling, "That is a complete lie! Sir, he degraded Hermione!"
"Be as it may, mister Potter," Snape still said the name fuelled with hatred, "did he physically, or verbally attack you directly?" Blaise smirked, knowing he had the upper hand.

"No, but-"
Snape stopped him again, "Well then we have our solution: Two weeks detention Potter- yes that includes weekends. As for you Mister Zabini, one week's detention. Out, both of you."
"But we have a Quidditch game!" Shouted Harry.

"Sir you can't do that! We won the cup last year!" Blaise agreed, surprising Harry. The two stared at each other, an awkward silence around them. Until, in surprise unison, they both turned around facing the walls, then Blaise headed for the exit first, followed by Harry once he was sure Blaise was gone.

Pacing, Draco was standing just outside the dungeons waiting for Blaise and Harry. "Draco?" A voice called that he would know from anywhere. But when he turned around the girl had grown taller, hair cut to the middle of her forearm and was wavy. He didn't get much time to look at her because soon she was hugging him tightly around the waist, her head on his chest where before she was to his hip.

"You've grown!" He exclaimed, hugging her back. When she let go, he was sure bruises would be on his sides where she squeezed him so tightly. "What are you doing in the Dungeons?" He questioned, folding his arms over his chest. Phaeona looked down to the floor, cheeks tinged pink. When she looked back up, Draco had a stern look.

"Oh, I erm- here to do homework with Jack?" She twisted a strand of her dirty blonde hair with her index finger. In her other hand was a Care of Magical Creatures book- thankfully not Monster Book of Monsters (Draco shivered at the memory of that thing).

"Really?" He raised one eyebrow, "Then where is your bag? What about parchments, a quill?" She faltered, sheepishly smiling at him to convince Draco to let her past, "I'll get Carter for you." And when he walked away he ignored her protests, smirking to himself when he heard Phaeona groan in frustration.

Entering the calm environment, tension killed the tranquillity as all eyes were on Draco. He couldn't blame them, what with happened a while ago but it didn't make it any less annoying. "Don't you all have better things to do?" He snapped, making every head turn to their work again. He walked over to the boy, towering over him, "Phaeona's outside" He said and he nodded, following behind Draco to the common room entrance.

Once outside, he grabbed the boys forearm, squeezing it in his palm, "You hurt her in anyway, you're dead. If you lay a finger on her, it's being cursed off. It's a promise, not a threat." Draco threw his arm away and Jack scrambled for an answer.
"Y-yes Black, I promise I won't" He stuttered, 'good' Draco thought.

Pansy was on a mission: she needed to get to Hermione. On her way to Ravenclaw tower, she saw a group of second year Ravenclaws standing at the bottom of the staircase, "You," She pointed to the girl with short, brown hair, "Come with me." Apprehensive, the girl dragged herself to Pansy (probably seeing the older girl with a hand on her wand). Not so gently, Pansy pushed her with one hand in the direction of the Tower.