Bloody great. I have a detention with Malfoy; what could be greater than that?
Harry was in a sour mood after his latest duel with the Malfoy heir that evening, and duel which the latter had started, mind you.
He had been minding his own business when he saw Malfoy laugh along with Parkinson as she bullied some muggle-born first year Gryffindors. Though Malfoy wasn’t doing anything to add to the issue he wasn’t exactly doing anything to prevent it from getting worse.
“Aw look, the little Mudblood is crying, do you miss your mommy?” Parkinson said with a laugh and Malfoy stood a few feet behind her, a smirk plastered on his hot- horrible face.
“What the hell is going on?!” Harry asked slightly louder than intended. He rushed over to the first years and stood in front of them.
“Oh goody, looks like Potter has come to save the day.” Malfoy said with a grin, “Can’t seem to stop being the hero can you? Wonder what Umbridge would say if she were here.”
“She’d probably lift you up like you’re on a damned pedestal that your father bought for you, so why don’t you fuck off or deal with your own problems instead of getting an adult to handle them for you.”
And that’s when the first spell was cast. Harry and Draco kept shooting spells at each other, neither seeming to notice that the rest of the people had run off only to stop when McGonagall came strolling in.
“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter! I expect more from both of you, detention tomorrow morning at 9am, come to my office and 20 points taken from each of you.” She said sternly, glaring at the both of them, effectively making sure both of their mouths stayed shut.
She walked away, heels clicking on the floor, leaving both boys stunned.
Malfoy was the first to move, quickly gathering composure and leaving without a word, Harry eventually followed and wandered off to get back to his own dorms.
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Harry rushed down the stairs of his dormitory, trying to get to his detention on time after waking up too late.
Sprinting down the halls, he eventually makes it to McGonagall’s classroom.
When he arrived, he saw Malfoy sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk, a tired and bored look present on his face, his perfect posture making Harry feel insignificant.
“Mr. Potter, it’s wonderful that you were able to join us.” She said, directing Harry to sit.
He pulled out the chair next to Malfoy’s and waited for her to speak, bouncing his leg up and down.
“You both will be sorting through old paper work, these boxes are from the seventies.” She says as she points to the three boxes stacked near her door. “I want the both of you to look through them, and sort out things such as detention slips or old assignments of students and incendio it. There will be important paperwork in there which is why it is vital that we sort it. I will be back to check the progress in an hour and you may leave by 11. Understand?”
The boys nodded and McGonagall left the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
“Formidable. Sanglant, Merveilleux.” He heard Malfoy mutter as he walked to the boxes. Holy shit, Harry thought. “Here, Potter.” He said, lifting a box and giving it to Harry.
Harry set it down, took off the lid and started opening it. Seeing numerous detention slips.
One read:
Student(s): Black, Sirius; Potter, James
Reason: Out of bed after curfew, caught with dungbombs
Date Served: 10/14/76
Instructor Signature: Minerva McGonagall
“Wow.” Harry whispered before looking at more slips.
Another read:
Student(s): Black, Sirius; Lupin, Remus
Reason: Out of bed after curfew, caught in a broom cupboard
Date Served: 11/03/76
Instructor Signature: Argus Filch
The one that followed read:
Student(s): Potter, James; Snape, Severus
Reason: Dueling in the corridors
Date Served: 04/05/75
Instructor Signature: Horace Slughorn
They kept on like that, one after another. His father and or Sirius showing up on most of them, Lupin and Pettingrew showing up less often.
“What did you find that made you so happy, Potter?” Malfoy questioned with a bit of a bite to his words yet it seemed less prominent than usual.
“I just- just found some detention slips.” He said holding them up. Malfoy stood up from where he sat with the box he was going through and took the slips and looked at them.
“I didn’t know your father was such a, what’s the word again in English, oh I don’t bloody know, a fauteur de troubles, causes havoc if you will.” He commented, seemingly attempting to sneer but failing.
“Yeah I suppose so, Lupin told me he was better by seventh year though, that’s the only reason my mum went out with him.” Harry responded, taking back the slips as Malfoy handed them to him.
“I didn’t know you knew French.” He said, hoping the conversation was somewhat friendly.
Malfoy seemed a bit shocked by that comment, “Yes well, it is my first language.” He said nonchalantly.
“Oh? Is it a Malfoy thing or?”
“Black, it’s a Black thing. The Black family is French, it’s my mothers first language, and from what I’ve heard it’s every Blacks first.” He clarified.
“Ahh.” Harry hummed, he knew that Sirius was fluent in French but he didn’t know the extent of where it came from.
They fell into easy silence after that, for the first hour at least. McGonagall had come to check on them as promised.
About quarter to eleven, Harry decided to stand after sitting for the past hour. Boy was that a mistake. He stood up, not realizing how close he and Malfoy were, proceeding to trip on Malfoy’s legs which were strewn out on the floor, falling over and knocking over a pile of sorted papers along with the ones in Malfoy’s hands.
“Oh you bloody idiot! Quelqu'un peut-il vous emmener n'importe où ? ! Putain, maintenant il faut recommencer ! Putain d'idiot, imbécile.” Malfoy went off, standing, dramatically waving his hands around in a way similar to what he’d seen Sirius do. Maybe that’s a Black thing too. But holy fuck, the French. I’ve got to piss him off more often.
Harry just sat there, with a dumbfounded look on his face, in awe.
“Potter! Are you even hearing a word I’m saying?!”
After a moment, Harry shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “At least, we know that those are all unimportant papers? He says with a shrug.
Malfoy shakes his head, in a bit of disbelief and then scoffs with a smile on his face, contemplating. “Maybe if we tell McGonagall that you are a complete imbecile, she won’t have us reorganize this all.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Harry said, “But it’s about eleven, so I’d say we leave.”
Malfoy scoffed, “Skiving off detention, are you?”
“Cmon, Malfoy, we have ten minutes left, no one will miss us.” Harry said, waving his arms., gesturing to the door.
He opened it and started to walk out, holding the door open for Malfoy, something he’d never thought he’d do.
Malfoy followed reluctantly, walking beside Harry in a comfortable silence.
Eventually in their walk came a point where they had to separate to go to their respective dorms. Their hesitation was something Harry didn’t expect.
“I’ll see you around then?” He asked, stepping a bit to the side and away from Malfoy.
“I suppose so, Potter.” He responded with a small smile, something Harry had never seen yet it made his heart flutter. “Adieu.” And with that. Malfoy strolled back to his dorms, leaving Harry standing frozen before shaking himself out of his thoughts, moving to walk to his own dorm.
I’ll never get used to him speaking French. Harry thought with a small smile and a shake of his head.