Three drabbles for the prompts: first years, late for class, passing notes

"Stupid first years. What did they do in the dungeons anyway?
Don't they know that the flying lessons're outside every fucking time?
- Mister Potter! Mister Potter? We're lost. Can you show us the way, please?", imitated Ron the boldest girl of the bunch of first years they had encountered.
"It's the third time this year we're to late because of them. And it's only the second day of the new year. Can't they get on somebodyelses nerves?", said Harry.
Both were rushing through the dungeons hoping against all hope to get to their potions class right before Professor Snape.

Luck was not on Harry's or his best friend's side.
Snape was already waiting with some scathing remarks and - of course - their first detention of the year.
But worse than that was the whispering that started as soon as they entered the room together. Since Harry had had his rather awkward coming out
there had been the wildest rumours about his still hidden relationship. Ron passed for the most believable with him being around Harry all the time.
Harry didn't want to think about what coming to late for the first class of the day together would cause.

Harry took his usual seat in the second row, right behind Draco Malfoy and right next to Hermione. Harry and Ron, who sat on Hermione's other side,
had not been exactly extatic (at all!) about their almost front row seats. But Hermione had argued and of course she had won. Even if she had used the argument,
that Potions would be important for their Auror career later on which - for Harry at least was no Argument anymore - two years ago, he still was happy with the seating arrangement -
passing notes with his boyfriend of one year Draco was made way easier.