Drabble: Double Detention
Title: Double Detention
Words: 242
Rated: R, to be safe
Warnings: suggestiveness, language
"Malfoy, get off your arse, get over here, and do your share of this work, or by Merlin, I will hex you again!"
"Not too bright are you, as that's why I have detention in the first place."
"You have detention because you are a voyeuristic little brat!"
"Voyeuristic brat? Is that what you call it?"
"And what would you call peeping in the showers of the girls' Quidditch locker room?"
"I'd call it being a normal fourteen-year-old male," Malfoy snorted.
"If I could just get my hands on my wand, I'd hex you again."
"What a shame Professor Kettleburn confiscated our wands. I'd be glad to let you get your hands on my wand, though . . ."
Malfoy reeled from the slap he received. Holding his hand to his face he spat, "Weasley seemed perfectly happy to have your hands on his wand."
Molly pulled her hand back, preparing to strike again.
"Miss Prewett! Please do not hit Mr Malfoy again."
"Professor Dumbledore." Molly put her arm down dejectedly.
"Sir, did you see her hit me? Look at this handprint on my cheek! My father is on the Board of Governors . . ."
Professor Dumbledore held up his hand, staunching the flow of Malfoy's words. "I am well aware of your father's accolades, Lucius. Now, I am going to escort both of you back to your common rooms. Separate detentions for next time, I think."
Words: 242
Rated: R, to be safe
Warnings: suggestiveness, language
"Malfoy, get off your arse, get over here, and do your share of this work, or by Merlin, I will hex you again!"
"Not too bright are you, as that's why I have detention in the first place."
"You have detention because you are a voyeuristic little brat!"
"Voyeuristic brat? Is that what you call it?"
"And what would you call peeping in the showers of the girls' Quidditch locker room?"
"I'd call it being a normal fourteen-year-old male," Malfoy snorted.
"If I could just get my hands on my wand, I'd hex you again."
"What a shame Professor Kettleburn confiscated our wands. I'd be glad to let you get your hands on my wand, though . . ."
Malfoy reeled from the slap he received. Holding his hand to his face he spat, "Weasley seemed perfectly happy to have your hands on his wand."
Molly pulled her hand back, preparing to strike again.
"Miss Prewett! Please do not hit Mr Malfoy again."
"Professor Dumbledore." Molly put her arm down dejectedly.
"Sir, did you see her hit me? Look at this handprint on my cheek! My father is on the Board of Governors . . ."
Professor Dumbledore held up his hand, staunching the flow of Malfoy's words. "I am well aware of your father's accolades, Lucius. Now, I am going to escort both of you back to your common rooms. Separate detentions for next time, I think."