Walk Him Like a Dog. · Y/n story by @gaunt

The corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was empty, save for three figures huddled near the windows. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stone floor, and somewhere in the distance, a door slammed shut.

Draco Malfoy

I don't care what she thinks. I'm not having someone follow me around like I'm some kind of— of—

Theodore Nott

A problem child?

Draco Malfoy

Shut up, Theo.

Blaise Zabini

leaning against the wall, arms crossed He's got a point though. McGonagall seemed pretty serious about this whole thing.

Draco Malfoy

pacing, voice rising She can't just assign me a babysitter. I'm not five. I don't need someone holding my hand and telling me to play nice.

Theodore Nott

I mean, you did hex three people last week.

Draco Malfoy

They deserved it.

Blaise Zabini

And you hexed a fourth one yesterday.

Draco Malfoy

stopping mid-pace That one was an accident.

Theodore Nott

You threw a dungbomb at him from across the Great Hall. That wasn't an accident.

Draco Malfoy

running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated Whatever. Doesn't matter. Whoever they send, I'm not listening to them. I don't care what McGonagall thinks she's doing.

Blaise Zabini

glancing down the corridor Speaking of which—

Draco Malfoy

What?

Blaise Zabini

nodding toward the far end of the hall I think your babysitter just arrived.

Draco Malfoy

turning around, jaw set Let them come. I've got plenty to say to—

He stopped mid-sentence.

Draco Malfoy

blinking Oh.

Theodore Nott

muttering to Blaise Did he just short-circuit?

Blaise Zabini

smirking Looks like it.

Draco's anger, the frustration that had been building since his meeting with McGonagall, seemed to evaporate on the spot. He straightened up, smoothed down the front of his robes, and when he spoke again, his voice was completely different.

Draco Malfoy

smooth, almost amused Well, well. This is unexpected.