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"Scar head!"
"Ferret Face!"
"Git!"
"Dickhead!"
"Cunt!"
"Twat!"
"Dipshit!"
"BOYS, THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!"
Harry turns to his left to find an absolutely furious McGonagall standing in the entrance to the transfiguration classroom, hands on hips, and stoney faced. He was in the middle of, what would have been, a full fledged fight, had it not been for the interruption.
Hoping like hell he doesn't appear to be dripping with embarrassment, Harry attempts to stutter out (what he hopes) is a complete, if not acceptable, sentence "Uhhh, hello..um.. Professor, I was just..uhh.."
"There will be no need for an explanation, Mr Potter, I can very well see the disagreement that was, only a moment ago, occurring between you and Mr Malfoy" says Professor McGonagall matter of factly.
"Um, right" Harry, rather sheepishly, blurts out. 'DAMN' he thinks to himself, as he watches the professor walk over to them.
"My apologies Professor, I was merely trying to give Potter a few tips to help him out with his lack of intelligence"
"Fuck off, Malfoy, you were not"
"Language, Mr Potter"
"Sorry, Professor"
"Yeah, Language Potty, or we'll have to owl your parents, oh that's right..."
Professor McGonagall cuts him off with a stern "Mr Malfoy!"
Harry has to strain his ears to hear, what he thinks, is a forced apology come from his rivals mouth.
"Alright, what will it be this time? Cleaning the common rooms? Helping the house elves in the kitchen? Patrolling with Filch?" It's a question Harry has been asking rather frequently the past couple of days, and had hoped he didn't have to ask again for a while, yet here he was.
"Actually, Mr Potter, I have a rather unique punishment for you two today. You will both meet me in my office at precisely 5pm tomorrow night, no excuses, I shall tell you then what I have in store for the pair of you"
"Yes, Professor" both Harry and Malfoy answered simultaneously, neither risking a glance at the other, for fear of looking away from the professor (although neither would ever admit it).
"I will see you both there, then. Let us hope this is the last time"
Professor McGonagall finally left to take control of the lesson. Although it had not started yet, most pupils were silent attempting to listen in on the conversation between the trio.
Harry and Malfoy skulked off to their seats without giving each other anything more than a hate filled glance. As Harry reached his table he growled out a low "you won't believe what Malfoy just got me into!" to Ron and Hermione, who, like everyone else, had been dead quiet throughout the whole thing. Malfoy, no doubt was having a very similar conversation with Pansy and Blaise, if the brief, yet disgusted, glances they were giving Harry were anything to go by.