Draco Malfoy And The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter Thirteen: Detention

There are several dialogue quotes taken from JK Rowling's Sorcerer's Stone in this book. This is to convey the same story she wrote, but from another character's POV. The quotes taken directly from the book have three quotation marks (instead of two) around them to signify she wrote them and that I am citing them. Because I am transforming pieces of her work into something new this falls under the Fair Use Act. Additionally, JK Rowling has stated that she is okay with noncommercial fan fiction. All direct quotes, the Harry Potter storyline, and the characters all belong to JK Rowling.

As Draco walked down to breakfast the next morning, he knew that everyone would be buzzing about the night before. "Don't even start with me," said Draco flashing a warning look, as he sat down with his friends.

Blaise just shook his head and said, "Wasn't gonna, mate."

Pansy grimaced, and gave him a sympathetic look. Daphne used all her strength to hold back telling Draco that she told him so. The only thing that made Draco feel better, was finding out that Harry, Hermione, and Neville had been caught out of bed as well. Between the three of them, they had managed to lose one hundred and fifty house points, and they would also be serving detention.

The Gryffindors were relentless on Harry, Hermione, and Neville for losing them so many house points. However, aside from Draco's friends, who gave him "I told you so," looks for days, he did not receive any backlash from Slytherins for losing house points. Even if he had lost a good twenty, the Slytherins saw him as the reason Gryffindor lost a hundred and fifty points. The Gryffindors were their biggest contender for the House Cup, so they saw Draco's actions as a net gain.

Marcus Flint had even patted Draco on the back. "You practically made up for our loss against Gryffindor," he laughed. "I never thought I'd be so impressed." Although this was a compliment, Draco did not feel good about his actions. Not because he regretted them, but because he still came off looking foolish, regardless of the fact it had helped Slytherin.

About a week before exams, Niklaus delivered a letter to Draco addressed from Professor McGonagall. "What would she want from you?" Asked Pansy nosily.

"Ah hah, I was wondering when punishment time would be," teased Blaise.

Draco glared back at him and turned to the letter.

"'Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall.

Professor McGonagall'"

"I wonder what you'll have to do with Filch," Pansy said worriedly.

"I'm sure it will just be scrubbing floors, or polishing artifacts," Daphne said dismissively.

Draco groaned loudly. He wasn't used to cleaning or chores. In fact, he hadn't scrubbed or polished a single thing in all his life. "Servant stuff, " he moaned. "I was hoping it would just be lines."

"The real issue is that you're going to miss a whole night of studying," Daphne pointed out.

"It doesn't matter," Draco muttered. "Granger won't be studying either so we are even."

"It shouldn't be about that," contested Daphne. "It should be about being the best you can be. Back me up Blaise."

"Well... it shouldn't be about Granger." Blaise agreed.

"Thank you," Daphne said a little too early.

Blaise cut in again, "It's really about finding the job that will pay you the most money."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "That's not... okay, whatever," she said.

"Or you can marry just marry rich like Pansy here plans to," said Blaise with a falsely innocent tone.