𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄~ 𝐃.𝐌.

-𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-

"Davina! Wake up!"

My head shot up, and I met eyes with my best friend, Aislinn.

"The new teacher is going to be here any minute!" She exclaimed, her straight brown hair falling over her green robes.

As if by magic, the door knob slowly turned and in walked our new Professor.

He strided to the front of the room before pausing in the middle and turning towards us.

There were few people in the class. After Voldemort was defeated, Harry Potter opened up a new school for witchcraft, and parents decided to transfer their students out of Hogwarts.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and I will be your new professor of the Defense against Dark Arts." The man said, his facial expression hard.

His eyes were captivating. They were a clouded ice blue, and there were tints of grey on the edge of his irises.

His jawline was impeccable, and his face looked like it had been sculpted by God himself.

"The new teacher is fucking hot." Aislinn whispered excitedly.

His eyes snapped to her own as his face turned cold, his eyes narrowing.

"Miss Parker, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" The man questioned, his intimidating features unfaltering.

Aislinn's cheeks turned a shade of crimson before she ducked her head and muttered a quick 'no', sinking into her seat.

Professor Malloy's eyes then flickered my own as he sent me a deadly glare.

"And you, Miss Sinclair? Anything you would also like to share?"

I shook my head quickly.

"No sir. Aislinn had just been explaining our homework for the week." I said, putting on my best poker face.

"I see. And what homework would you happen to have been assigned over the weekend?" He questioned, cocking a brow.

I didn't back down, and the rest of my peers watched with amusement as I lied through my teeth.

"Transfiguration has assigned us an essay." I stated boldly. This was partially true, except I had turned mine in a few days ago.

"Oh really? Shall I phone Professor McGonagall now to confirm?" He asked, a smirk playing across his lips.

I smiled, knowing that I had won. Yes, I had turned in the essay already, but technically the were due two days from now.

"Go ahead Professor." I said, placing my hands in my lap. He sent me a curt nod before dialing the phone on the wall.

You could hear the faint sound of McGonagall's voice as they talked, and Professor Malfoy's face fell at her last sentence, but then at the last moment, another smirk appeared across his face.

He hung up the phone and turned to me, giving me a dull look.

"It seems you've been telling the truth, Miss Sinclair."

I sighed and nodded, sending him a victorious smile. This only made his smirk increase, which confused me.

"However, there was a slight— lie planted within your words. Professor McGonagall informed me of you turning in your assignments early. I can only imagine you've done the same for your current one?"

My mouth fell open.

"Hm, I thought so. That will be a week's worth of detention." He said, returning to the chalkboard and writing down our lesson.

Aislinn gave me a look that said 'you tried', but I shrugged it off with a deflated sigh and returned to writing down notes.

The rest of the class flew by quickly, and the same went for my next few periods.

When the time came for me to head to the DADA classroom for detention, I was not happy.

I opened the door and quietly shut it behind me, revealing Professor Malfoy sitting at his desk, doing what I assumed to be grading papers.

I walked up to him and waited expectantly. He peered up at me through his glasses.

"Ah, yes. The smartass from third period. You may wipe down the chalkboard." He stated, giving me a blank look.

I sighed and set down my bag, picking up one of the rags and beginning to wipe down the board.

When I was done, I looked up at the clock and saw that there was still thirty minutes left of detention.

"I'm done." I said, clearing my throat.

His eyes snapped up to mine.

"Okay. Sit down for the rest of the detention period in silence while I finish grading these tests."

I nodded, walking over to the desk on the car side of the room, one that was far away from Professor Malfoy.

After making sure he wasn't looking, I pulled out my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, liking photos posted by my friends.

After about ten minutes of scrolling, a hand slammed down on my desk, causing me to flinch.

"Miss Sinclair, I cant seem to recall you being allowed to use your phone." Professor Malfoy said, glaring down at me.

"I'm sorry professor— I'll put it away." I stammered, slipping my phone into my pocket.

He nodded curtly before returning to his desk. His once gelled back hair had fallen out of place, and there were strands that fell over his face.

I sighed and slumped back into my seat, earning yet another glare.

"Be quiet." Professor Malfoy hissed.

"Fine." I retorted, causing him to get up angrily.

"What the fuck makes you think you can talk to your professor like that?" Professor Malfoy snarled.

I simply shrugged in response. He stared daggers at me, his mouth pulled into a thin line.

I checked my watch.

"Oh. It's five o'clock. I best be off now." I said smugly, sauntering to the front of the room and picking up my bag.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.

I continued to walk happily down the hallway until I paused, realizing something.

I'd have to endure this shit for the rest of the week.