Detention
Blaise sighed to himself as he and Draco headed to the Great Hall for dinner. Draco had been in an irritable mood over the weekend and had rarely left his room. Blaise knew that his friend secretly pined away for the Weaslette, he didn't know exactly what had been the cause of it, Draco had always openly expressed a great hatred for the Weasley clan, his infatuation with the Weaslette was something Blaise found very odd, to say the least.
Over the last two years Blaise found himself studying his friend very closely, he liked to believe that he knew Draco but when it boiled down to it, Blaise acknowledged that he knew very little of his friend as Draco was unpredictable. That was the only certainty about Draco, he would always do what people least expected him to, Blaise knew for a fact that Draco would be expected to join the ranks of Voldemort after his graduation, this wasn't news to anyone, and Blaise knew the Malfoy family tradition only too well. For centuries past his mothers bloodline had been close knitted to the Malfoy line, just like the Black clan, there was a history entwined as far back as the dawn of time between the pure blooded wizards. Where his family line had come strictly from old Celtic blood and his father, Zabini from an ancient Roman line, Draco's had sprung from Norse and an old French line.
Blaise's eyes wondered to the Ravenclaw table as they strode confidently into the Great Hall, causing the majority of the student body to turn their heads. Blaise smirked, there was something about Draco that always seemed to make people turn and stare, it was probably the air of dominance that surrounded Draco that demanded peoples attention, yet there were those occasions where he would be completely ignored and go unnoticed, but it was only because Draco willed it so.
Eleanor sat chatting to Lovegood and was giggling at something the loony girl had said, it was known that Luna Lovegood was a bit off her rocker, but Blaise made sure not to poke fun at her openly out of respect for Eleanor. She seemed to know he was watching her as she turned mid-sentence and smiled shyly at him, Blaise smiled back and nodded at her before following Draco to the Slytherin table.
Draco sat down gracefully in his space at the table, which was conveniently half hidden in the shadows, secure in the semi-darkness Draco's eyes darted to the Gryffindor table, she looked glum, Draco mused, evidently she was not looking forward to her detention. He smirked, she would be livid if only she knew he was to be supervising her detention.
"Blaise, my room in ten." Draco muttered before leaving without eating anything.
Blaise groaned inwardly to himself, let the games begin, he thought darkly and got up from the table once Draco's back had rounded the corner towards the dungeons. He tapped lightly on Crabbe's and Goyle's shoulders as he past them, the two oafs immediately though reluctantly left their beloved food and lumbered out of the great hall after Draco towards the dungeons.
"Pansy," Blaise bent over to whisper in Pansy's ear, "a request."
Pansy giggled, knowing Blaise's voice and turned around in her seat to face him, "What will you have of me, Blaise?" she giggled, looking up at him through her eyelashes, a vain attempt of childish seduction, Blaise grimaced.
Blaise smirked, "A surprise, compliments from Draco, be in his room in ten." He breathed in her ear.
Pansy giggled and slid out of her seat in such a way that her robes rode up her thighs, almost exposing her knickers. "I do love surprises." She whispered trailing her finger across his jaw line.
Blaise nodded, "Then best not keep Draco waiting." He muttered with an evil smirk and cocked his head towards the dungeons.
She brushed past him purposely letting her body touch as much of his as possible. Blaise clenched his jaw, his eyes meeting those of Eleanor staring at him with an expression of hurt, but as soon as his eyes met hers she turned away. Sighing Blaise followed Pansy out of the Great Hall, knowing that Eleanor's eyes were on his back the whole way.
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"Draco, may I ask why you are inclined to come to my office?" Snape said impassively.
Draco bowed slightly, "Sir, I've come to offer to take Pansy's duty as she is indisposed."
Snape rose an eyebrow inquisitively, "Indeed." He hissed, Draco felt his professor probing his mind gently, "Very well," Snape sighed, "I have things I need to see to, I am sure you can handle Miss Weasley on your own, you're competent enough, allow her to see to her polyjuice potion, it's a month today since she brewed it."
Draco smirked, it was rare to receive a praise from his professor in private, bowing Draco left Snape's office and headed for the potions classroom.
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She was already sitting at a desk waiting when he opened the potions classroom door, her head bent over a roll of parchment and her quill scratching rapidly. She didn't turn at the sound of the door close, nor did she stop writing as he approached her desk, smirking Draco bent over her, his face only inches away from her ear and whispered, "Not writing in your diary are you, Little Weaslette?"
Ginny froze, her quill stopped in mid-sentence creating a large blotch of ink on the parchment, slowly she sat up straight and put her quill in its holder, her eyes focused at some invisible spot on the blackboard as she replied coldly, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
Draco straightened and circled her desk to stand in front of her, leaning casually against the back of a chair, "But you haven't answered my question, Weaslette, why should I answer yours?"
Ginny found herself staring at his stomach as he had stood directly in front of her, slowly she rose her eyes to meet his and if looks could kill, Draco would've been dead on the floor in an instant, "Obviously not, Malfoy." She hissed, "I'm in a detention."
Draco nodded, "Evidently, and I am here for your detention." He said calmly.
"It's Parkinson's duty." Ginny said stiffly.
"And?"
"Meaning that Parkinson should be here for my detention." Ginny said irritably.
"Parkinson's a bit… held up for the moment, it's almost safe to say she's feeling a little screwed." Draco chuckled at his own joke.
Ginny shrugged and bent back over her work, seemingly unconcerned or unmoved by Draco's presence. Draco stared at the Weaslette, feeling somewhat annoyed at her indifference. Her deep blood red hair was tied loosely at her shoulders, a few strands hung freely around her face, brushing on the piece of parchment she was writing on. She was considerably small for her age, her form petite, her small hands elegant and her skin, though freckled was a smooth white.
He smirked when he noted that she clutched tightly at her quill and seemed at a loss of what to write, evidently his presence was having more of an effect on her than she was willing to show.
"I hear your brother will be joining that pitiful order of Dumbledore's when he graduates." Draco said coolly, his eyes bore into her coldly as she glared up at him.
"What he does in no concern of yours, Malfoy." She hissed through clenched teeth, "And I wouldn't know, even if I did, I wouldn't tell the likes of you- you future death eater scum!"
Draco rose his eyebrow inquisitively, "Think you know me, do you?" he said with the same cool monotone voice.
"I know enough to not wish to know anymore." Ginny replied hotly.
"I see…" Draco smirked, "So, your brother joins Dumbledore's order and I become a death eater, which can only mean one of us will kill the other."
"Ron would curse you into oblivion!" Ginny seethed, "You'll live to see the end of your kind at the tip of my brother's wand!" she snarled protectively.
"My kind then, is it?" Draco hissed, "Let me tell you something Weaslette, your kind quivers at the mere thought of the Dark Lord," he smiled cruelly, "after all, you of all people should know the wrath of the Dark Lord's power."
Ginny paled visibly and was rendered speechless, her eyes glazed over like that of a person attempting to stop themselves cry, "Struck a nerve, have I?" he sneered.
She glared at him with the deepest utmost hatred in her eyes, anger burned in those ochre orbs and the air was static with her fury, again Draco witnessed the red flashes in those innocent eyes and the streaks of fire that flashed though her hair, "I wait to see the day you suffer under Vol-Voldemort's wrath, Malfoy." She spat, her voice barely a whisper, "I wait to see you tremble under the Dark Lord you so believe in, and when that day comes, and it will, I will laugh at you, remember your words, and remember mine."
"You'll be far out of the way by the time that day comes, Weaslette." Draco said coldly, masking the anger her words had brought him, "You will watch your family perish, one by one as you stand aside, helpless, this I promise you."
Ginny smiled faintly, mocking him with her eyes that challenged him to keep to his promise, "Until that day comes, Malfoy." She said calmly and carried on working at her potions essay.
Draco stared coldly at her as she worked at her essay, unable to stop himself study her. She was cute; at 16 she still had her baby fat and was just starting to blossom into her womanhood. The girl was doomed to be beautiful, a slow developer but very promising. There was a fire that surrounded her, a foreboding air warning away any fool stupid enough to cross her path. She was innocent, pure yet there was a darkness about her, a deeply buried darkness. She was in full control of herself yet not, she was a contradiction of herself and this pissed Draco the hell off. His attraction to her annoyed him, she was a distraction, he had plans, he had a future to uphold, expectations to meet and she was getting in the way of it. He wanted to suss her out before he had to walk the path that had been lain down for him since the day he was born. Loving her was wrong, a mistake he wished to rectify, he needed to break her, to prove to himself that she meant nothing to him, she was nothing more than a lowly Weasley, and he would break her.
"Longbottom is smitten with you, Weaslette, did you know?" Draco asked, wanting to provoke her.
Ginny glanced up from her work, "What of it?"
"It's cruel to use a man like you do, though coming to think of it, Longbottom is hardly manly." Draco smirked.
"Neville is more of a man than you'll ever hope to become, Malfoy." Ginny said calmly, as she stood up and headed towards the ingredient cabinets lined along the wall "Besides, I don't use him, not that its any concern of yours, but if you must know, we trade, I help him with potions, he helps me with Herbology."
Draco frowned, the little minx was challenging his manhood, clenching his jaw Draco strode after Ginny barely able to stop himself grabbing her and showing her just how much of a man he was. "How could you know how much of a man I am, Weaslette, when you've never experienced Longbottom and you've most definitely never experienced me, nor any other man for that matter?" Draco hissed in her ear.
Ginny jumped and spun round abruptly to face him, startled by his close proximity to her, her eyes wide in surprise, her nostrils flared in anger and fear, Draco could smell both radiating off her, "Stand back, Malfoy." She bristled defensively, her hand diving into her pocket for her wand.
Draco laughed and bent his face closer to hers, "Scared are you, Weaslette? A word of advice, never challenge a man like that, he just might be tempted to show you exactly what it means to be a man." He mocked, "and what a man can do to a little girl, like you. At least I have some self-restraint, like a man should."
Ginny quivered but kept her ground and stared back at him unwavering, "I will challenge whomever I please, Malfoy, and you are no exception, especially when you jump at every given opportunity to slight and slander anyone else who you find wanting."
A smirk splayed across his face, his eyes seemed to soften as he held his gaze with her and stepped a little closer, "And do you find me wanting, my innocent Weaslette?" he whispered, it came out almost as a sigh.
Ginny faltered, and stepped hastily backwards, her back pressed against a cabinet door, she flushed and her eyes seemed to rapidly glance everywhere except his face as she either tried to avoid him or search for an escape, finally she pulled herself together and glared up at him. Draco knew she was nervous as she was biting her bottom lip, "I- well, it-it's none of your business what I think of you- and it's certainly no place of yours to ask!" she stuttered lamely.
Draco chuckled and stepped backwards, she'd given him a good enough answer, and she well knew it. He heard her release the breath she'd been holding and the smell of fear that radiated off her ebbed away.
The rest of the detention passed by in complete and utter silence, Draco studied her further from where he sat, close to Snape's desk as she worked at brewing her almost ready polyjuice potion which had been standing over an inextinguishable flame for a month. No doubt she was grateful for the silence, her innocence and lack of experience in the art of spontaneous lying and improvising had betrayed her. Draco couldn't help but feel a great sense of joy in learning that she did not find him wanting.
Glancing at the great grandfather clock Draco sighed, "Off you go, Weaslette, or I'll dock points off for being out after curfew." He said coldly as he strode towards Ginny by her cauldron.
Ginny glared at Draco, "I haven't finished clearing up yet!" she hissed.
"Never mind that now." Draco sneered as he stood beside her, startling her when he touched her hair, "The trademark Weasley hair… yours is a lot darker than your brothers."
Ginny jerked her head away from him causing pain at her scalp as Draco still had a clutch of her hair in his hands, "Ouch!" she cried in surprise, "You have no right to touch my hair, you- you bouncing ferret!" she hissed angrily before throwing her belongings into her bag and storming out of the dungeons, clutching her head in her hand, leaving Draco with a fair amount of long blood red hair in has hand.
Smirking to himself Draco bottled a dozen flasks of the polyjuice potion and pocketed them, leaving a flask which he clearly marked "Ginevra Weasley" on Snape's desk and with a quick spell cleaned up the dungeon. It wouldn't do him any good if Snape thought him a bad detention supervisor.
Draco smirked, "I see you've been enjoying yourself." He chuckled quietly at Blaise.
Blaise put his book down, "Aye, I've had an amusing read to say the least." He muttered indifferently.
"Indeed," Draco glanced over to where Pansy was thoroughly enjoying her ménage-a-trois and sat down next to Blaise.
"Detention go well?" Blaise muttered.
A smirk played across Draco's face, "As well as could be expected."
Blaise nodded, "Aye, I thought it would," he sighed, "Since you've come to relieve me off my duty, I think I'll adjourn to my own room." He said sarcastically as he stood and bowed slightly to Draco and headed for the door.
Blaise was always in good humour, a loyal and reliable friend. Over the years that they had become friends Draco found that he could trust Blaise to give him advice, and although it was almost always subtle Draco appreciated the fact that Blaise was nothing less than honest with him. In time he would repay Blaise for his unquestionable faith.
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