Draco Malfoy Imagines

Detention With Draco

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Third Person POV:

Draco Malfoy had earned himself an hour and a half-long detention once again.  He had been late to class and had enchanted each of the Gryffindor's books to scream as if it were human who had just had a limb ripped off.  He was caught by Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout and was awarded the job of cleaning out the Quidditch Lockers and washing each of the team members' mud covered gear from the last Quidditch Match of Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor.  He had taken his punishment unwillingly, but he begrudgingly accepted his fate after Professor McGonagall threatened to make it his permanent job.  Now late to Herbology, Draco walks slowly into the class and sits down in the corner near all the other Slytherins.

"Ready, Class?" Professor Sprout calls to the class.  The group of students murmur.  "Well, get out your books, now.  We must get going.  Thank you, Mr Malfoy for holding us up!"

He grumbles in response and the whole class shuffles around, getting out their books.  Neville Longbottom opens up his book quickly and it erupts and screams with an ear pricing pitch.

"THE PAIN! THE PAIN!  MAKE IT STOP!  HAVE MERCY ON ME!  PLEASE!"

"MISTER LONGBOTTOM!" Professor Sprout shouts.  "CLOSE THAT BOOK!"

Neville, panicking, slams his book shut.  

"An hour more will be added to your detention for tonight, Mr Malfoy," Professor Sprout sighs, flicking her wand to remove the enchantment.  "You were supposed to remove the spell on everyone's books.  You have failed to do so.  Five points from Slytherin."

The Slytherins groan and Draco shrugs.  Professor sprout brings out a set of rusty gardening shears and beings her lesson and all the Slytherins take the time to ignore her properly.

A large smack echoes from the back of the room as y/n's head slams on the table as her hand slips out from under her cheek.  She had been dosing off in Potions the period before and now again in Herbology class.  Some of the Slytherins who belong to Pansy Parkinson's gang snicker from their spots near y/n and she shoots them a dirty look telling them to shut their trap holes.

"Miss y/l/n?!" Professor Sprout calls across the greenhouse.  "What is going on with you today?"

"N-Nothing, Professor Sprout," y/n replies, rubbing her forehead where she hit the table and the Professor nods, returning to the demonstration.  Y/n sighs.  It hasn't been a good week at all for her.  In fact, her whole schooling experience has been absolutely underwhelming. In the beginning, she was teased for being short and smart and got bullied for being pleasant to teachers and doing homework willingly.  Now a few years later, such hasn't changed.  People still call her "Shortie" even though she is taller than quite a few people in fifth year.  On top of that, despite now being the top student other than Hermione Granger and having most of the teachers like her, she still has hardly any friends and constantly gets ridiculed by most of her classmates, especially Pansy Parkinson.

Returning to her Herbology book, y/n exhales softly, exhausted.  She tiredly flips through the pages as Professor Sprout calls out page numbers and directions on how to use the enchanted gardening clippers properly.  From behind her, Vincent Crabbe takes out his wand, snickering to his pal, Gregory Goyle.  He points his wand at y/n bag and hisses a spell.  

With a loud bang, y/n bag erupts and her quills and books fly everywhere in the greenhouse.  Her ink bottles shoot outward, breaking against the tables and dumping their contents onto a group of Hufflepuff's heads.