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Detention

Plot: Harry gets into detention for punching a pureblood that spat “muggleborn” in front of Hermione. Draco tries to get him out.

Warnings: Implied sex, language.

Author’s Note: I don’t really know if Hogwarts has detention but let’s pretend they have for the sake of imagines. Oh, and hi again! It’s been such a long time and maybe this is my new year’s gift to you? I’ll try to be more active. This is on Harry’s POV.

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It was pretty much a normal day. Me and Hermione was just talking about selling ballpens here in Hogwarts and day it’s a “magical quill” as it doesn’t need to be dipped in ink. I thought it was a brillant idea to get some coins, but Hermione screamed at me. Up to this moment.

“I’m not saying we’re broke and it’s a good idea to illegally sneak in some refillable ballpens and sell it to nut brained purebloods who have no idea what a ballpen is, but we’re broke and it’s a good idea to illegally sneak in sone refillable ballpens and sell it to nut brained purebloods.” I said again to Hermione, not bothering to look at me.

“Harry, I’m not risking my whole future and my privilege here in Hogwarts for coins. It’s illegal! It’s a no from me.” Hermione said. Calmly. Finally.

“Why don’t we just sell some and exclude her out of the sales?” Ron proposed. “She doesn’t want to be a part of it, right?”

“Brillant idea.” I laughed. Hermione shot us a disgusted look as she opened her mouth again to scream.

“Don’t you dare!” Hermione shouted as she tried to reason us out again but some purebloods yanked her wrist. She let out a silent expression of pain and grabbed her wand.

“Hey fuckwad, leave her alone! Pureblood brats.” Ron rolled his eyes as he chucked out his wand too and pointed it to the pureblood’s face too.

“Oh, what are you going to do? Do a backfiring spell on me? Give me a break, Weasley. Let me deal with the mudblood alone.” The pureblood smirked. I saw Hermione’s hurt expression on her face.

“Take it back.” My fists balled up. The pureblood looked at me directly. He had one of his annoying smirks back.

“Or what, lightning bitch?” The pureblood said. “You’ll cast an expelliarmus on me? Come on, hit me harder!”

I charged to him and landed a punch. A punch after a punch and I barely noticed I already broke his nose and he was bleeding badly. Hermione tried to stop me but I pushed her away. So did Ron, until Professor McGonagall came to see the show.

“Potter!” She exclaimed. I went to a stop as I saw his horrifying bitch of a face. Bloody and broken. So was my fists, red and bloody too. “What are you doing?! Advertising muggle fighting to students? I take away 50 points to Gryffindor. And detention for three weeks.”

I huff out , getting off his chest. Brat was taken to the infirmary, probably to fix his bitch of a face. As I sat on the ground, Hermione slapped my arm. Ron sat beside me, too.

“Ow! What was that for?” I complained. She shot me a dirty look. “Okay, maybe I know what was that for.”

“Harry, I appreciate it, but maybe don’t get caught so we won’t have to be deducted 50 points!” Hermione said.

“Yeah, Harry. That was fucking heavy.” Ron said. “Speaking of fuck, there comes your protective boyfriend.”

I peek out my head and I see Draco walking as if the ground was a runway. Catwalking, flaunting. He looked at me, then my fists. His catwalk slowed and went to fail as he wanted to run to me and ask me if I’m okay.

Oh, he really is the love of my life. My heart pace fastened up as I saw him and I felt like I couldn’t speak but I did. And he winked at me. Discretely. The power this man had is just overwhelming.

“He is not my boyfriend, Ron.” I pushed him as I stood up and dusted away the soil that clung to my robe. “And we are not fucking. Stop thinking about it.”

“That was clearly not Draco we heard ‘come for me, Harry’, am I right, Ron?” Hermione asked Ron. I blinked as I looked at them with a hint of confusion.

They heard that?!

“No, absolutely not, Hermione.” Ron laughed. I rolled my eyes. “Well, let’s stick with the man’s word. Draco’s not his boyfriend though clearly I knew I saw him fucking you—“

“You did?” Hermione said with shock, her jaw dropping and laughing.

“That wasn’t me, stop making fictions.” I rolled my eyes.

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My head feels heavy as I write “I will not advertise muggle fighting” for about the 97th time. My eyelids were dropping, my grip was loosening. All of a sudden I felt someone play with my hair. I jolted up only to be surprised with a kiss.

Blonde hair. That’s my love of my life rescuing me.

“Draco, what the fuck are you doing here? You’re gonna get caught, Get—“ I glance up to Filch who was sound asleep on his desk. “Oh, clever. You casted a sleeping spell on him, did you?”

“I had to get you out. And I heard your conversation with Ron and Hermione too, really. I made sure you were getting teased so I had it audible.” Draco smirked.

“Son of a bitch.” I smiled as I dropped my pen and kissed Draco. I felt his fingers caress my cheeks, circling them around. I pulled away shortly after that. “We’ve got to get out before anyone sees up, hm?”

I stand up, having Draco to write my last 3 sentences and put it next to Filch. He held my hand, fingers intertwined, as we walked through the corridor stealthily.

Man, I really hoped I had the invisibility cloak right now. It’d be really useful.

“So, do we fuck at the Slytherin tower or Gryffindor?” Draco asked snarkily. I roll my eyes to him, but I answered it.

“Your preference, darling.” I said to him, the pet name sending Draco to weakness. He slammed me to a wall, kissing me roughly now with his fingers tugging on my hair.

“Not your boyfriend, hm?” I heard a girl’s voice. I pushed Draco away in surprise. “Lying is bad.”

“Oh, fuck it Hermione. What are you doing here so late in the night?” I asked. Draco wiped his lips, getting back on his feet.

“I was about to have my grand rescue, but I got beat to it. Seems you’re busy, I’ll go and you guys have your time.” Hermione turned and started walking away.

“You’re too slow, Hermy.” Draco joked around, pinning me back to the wall.

“I wish I could unsee you guys kissing.” I felt Hermione roll her eyes. She took a right turn and disappeared.

“So, Slytherin or your place?”