"It's all yours, your highness. May I have my wand back?" Flint sneered, kneeling.
                              
"Highness, huh?" Draco mused.
                              
"Well, you are the new Prince of Slytherin," Theo said, supportively.
                              
"I am, aren't I?" Draco chuckled, before glaring down at Flint, to pronounce summary judgment. "You are not to move back in. You aren't to hassle anyone for the rest of the year. I would think you care about getting a job after school and should do some studying, but everyone knows you're a fucking moron. So, good luck with that. And..." Draco leaned in so only Theo and Flint could hear. "...you aren't to ever touch Blaise, again."
                              
Flint's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to say something, but held his tongue.
                              
"You agree to the terms?"
                              
"Yes."
                              
"Yes, what?" Draco growled, as though knowing he embarrassed Blaise like that.
                              
Flint was livid. "Yes, your highness."
                              
"I accept your surrender. Don't fuck with me, Flint." Draco threw his wand back at him and he snatched it up. 
                              
Marcus almost hexed Draco, but turned to go to his new dorm room. "Enjoy my room."
                              
"I'll be doing nothing of the sort. First years... start packing your stuff. You're moving back into your dorm room."
                              
Flint was offended at that and left with Miles. But the first and second year boys nearly exploded at the news, having been jammed packed into a single room for nearly a whole year. They thanked him and left to start moving out. Draco then turned to the rest of his teammates, who had just cursed him. They all bowed their heads. 
                              
"You all help them move. I want to sleep sometime tonight," he ordered. They didn't argue and did as he said. 
                              
Draco spent an hour hearing the thanks and concerns of his housemates before sending them to bed. When it was just Theo and him, Draco nearly collapsed into his arms.
                              
"Can you help me downstairs?" he asked. Goyle and Crabbe had already gone to bed, lazy assholes.
                              
"I got you, Draco," Theo said and pulled his arm over his shoulder.
                              
"Thanks for having my back," Draco told him. Theo had been the only one to stand beside him. Draco would have had a problem if Miles or the seventh years got involved.
                              
Thanks for having ours," Theo responded.
                              
Blaise was speechless when Theo told him what happened. Of course, he was happy that Marcus wasn't going to hurt him anyway, but he was still confused how Draco could have so easily wrested control from him. He didn't understand yet, how much Flint had manipulated him. He thanked Theo for telling him what happened and spent another day stuck in the hospital wing, thanks to Draco's potion, thinking about nothing but it. Blaise didn't get very far figuring it out. He was in deep denial.
                              
But the Weasley twins stopped by at one point, breaking his brooding. They were complaining that they had imbibed too much butterbeer the previous night during the celebrations and their stomachs were upset. When they asked what was wrong with him, he just said his friend force-feed him a fever potion. They gave him a look and asked why. Blaise couldn't answer immediately, but after considering it, whispered, "to protect me." One of them made a comment about how Slytherins were crazy and left. Blaise realized it made sense. Draco was protecting him and he had taken over their house to do so. Moreover, did Marcus really have all the power, if Draco, another third year, could overcome him? He didn't sleep at all.
                              
When Draco came, the next morning, Blaise broke down crying. Draco just held him and said that he and Theo weren't going to leave him alone for a second until the school year ended. He was safe, for the most part. Flint continued to stare at him as though to challenge him to come back, but Draco firmly told him that he wasn't letting him out of his sight. Marcus Flint was not worth it.