Detention

\"Get your damn mind off of being the big bully and point it towards your grades, you impudent twit,\" Professor Snape barked at the young Draco who sat apatheically in his class room.

Like always, Draco stared off into space just because he was in a classroom, ecspecially Snape\'s. He sat, twiddling his fingers, his eyes darting around the room in order to avoid coming in contact with the dark eyes of his potions teacher. \"I don\'t see why I should care about my grades. I already know all of this stuff. It\'s pointless.\"

\"Then I guess our Quidditch career is pointless as well, Mr. Malfoy?\"

Draco gave the raven haired man an evil glare. \"My father would have your hide!\"

\"I believe he\'d be more disappointed in the fact that a Malfoy was failing his grades. Now get out of my classroom an open a book before I put your days of Quidditch to an end.\"

Like he had been told, Draco scurried out of the room and headed towards the Slytherin house, an annoyed look flooding his pale face. He pushed past the flow of other students going to their classes. Draco had no plan of going to his. He could stand hearing another shrill of Mandrake babies.

\"Mr. Malfoy,\" Draco let out a perturbed sigh at the sound of Snape\'s voice. \"You had best get yourself to your class this very instant.\"

\"Mind your own and go to your own class!\" he retorted.

\"I have no class this period, and that is none of your concern. Move your ass right now. I am seriously starting to consider pulling you being the star Seeker out from under your feet.\"