Detention

"If he was really going pull me out of Quidditch, he'd of already done it," Draco confessed to Crabbe and Goyle. "I mean, he threatens me with it all of the time and has yet to do it."

Crabbe and Doyle nodded in agreement, afraid that if they spoke, Draco would get mad.

"Draco Malfoy!" Snape burst into the room that the boys were congrigating in. "My office now!"

"I didn't do anything!" Draco protested before Snape had spoken a word.

"You'd do your best to sit, young man," Snape smoothed his robes out under him before he took a seat. "And that the thing, Malfoy. You haven't done a damned thing. Your grades as absolutely horendous. You're missing more than half of your assignments and failed all that were turned in. I'm sure that rest of the Quidditch team wouldn't be too happy to have their Seeker spending their time in detention and not at practice."

"I'm already ahead of all of these idiots in my teachings. I told you this before. I already know everything!"

"You had best watch your tone. I've already assigned you a week of detention for everyday. You are to report to my room after your last class. You are NOT to go anywhere else. Now get out of my sight you impudent rat!"