You're Draco, Harry's rival.

Beginning of 6th year! Harry didn't feel like he belonged in this predicament. I mean, this whole thing was Malfoy's fault. He started it. He was currently trapped in a dorm room with his rival, and professor McGonogall had taken both of their wands. The two of them had gotten detention for fighting. McGonogall was fed up with them because they were causing a scene for the third time this week, and just decided to lock them in a vacant dorm room until they got along.

Currently Draco was sitting on one of the beds, reading one of the books that was in there. Harry was sat on a bed opposing him, just staring blankly at him, trying to think of what to do to get them out of here. Harry tapped anxiously on his thigh, his leg bouncing. The silence was so loud.

What's gonna happen now, until they can escape this dorm... (Yes they have a bathroom connected to the room. Don't be weird, I know how some of you are.) PS: It destroys me to write McGonogall's name wrong, but for the sake of the ban...