"Careful nothing gets you Granger." Draco sneered, as the pair walked through the Forbidden forest.

"Oh shut up Malfoy, it's your fault were in here anyway!" Hermione stomped ahead. Why had Draco had to throw that dung bomb in to her room? They were the first head girl and head boy to get detentions, he for throwing the dung bomb and her for hexing him. Not even James Potter had managed to get detention in his days as head boy.

The two of them had been asked to help Hagrid look after the thestrals and groom them. They were walking towards the clearing where Hagrid had them.

"How the hell are we expected to look after these things anyway? We can't even see them!" Draco said watching Hagrid wondering around patting thin air. Hermione just ignored him and looked straight ahead. She thought that if she ignored Draco, then the whole thing might just go quicker.

"Hello Hagrid." Hermione said brightly, although, underneath she was terrified. She didn't like thestrals at all they creeped her out.

"'Ermione." Hagrid beamed. "What are you doing down 'ere?"

"I've got detention." She said glaring at Draco.

"It's you to who have detention, I'm surprised 'ermione!" Which was quite clear from his face.

"He started it." Hermione looked over to Draco who was too busy poking at the thestrals trying to find where they were.

"Right well, you two I've got the food so you can feed them and there's some water for you to wash them."

"How the hell are we supposed to do that when we can't even see them?" Draco said, walking over to where they were stood.

"Ah, you see I thought of that!" Hagrid said picking up a pile of blankets. "I'm going to put these on their backs so you can see where they're standing, the blue side will be next to their 'ead and the brown facing the other way." He walked around placing blankets on the thestrals. Hermione didn't want to ask why he knew where they were.

"I can't believe we have to touch these dirty animals." Draco sneered.

"There not dirty animals; well at least they won't be when you've finished." Hagrid smiled, there was an uncomfortable silence. "Right then, I'll leave you to it." They both stood there and watched as Hagrid walked off towards his hut.

"Come on then the quicker we get this done the quicker we can go." Hermione said picking up one of the buckets of food.

"I would have thought you would do anything for your dearest old Hagrid." Draco laughed.

"Oh shut-up Malfoy, right you can pick up the water and begin to clean them."

"I'm not cleaning them, I'll feed them and you can clean them."

"Fine, anything to get this over with." Hermione handed the buckets of food to Malfoy and walked over to where the water and sponges were placed. About ten minutes had paced when Hermione decided that she had finished the first thestral. She couldn't really tell if it was completely clean, because she couldn't see it, but she decided that ten minutes was enough.

She looked over to where Draco was filling one of the Thestrals. She could see some blood on his hand obviously the thestral had bitten him. Hermione couldn't help but laugh to herself.

"What you looking at Granger?" Hermione had been looking over at Draco for a lot longer than she realised.

"Nothing thought I saw something over there." Hermione said quickly.

"Thought you saw me didn't you? I don't blame you though, with a body like mine." Draco laughed.

"Oh get over yourself Draco." It took Draco a few moments to realise that Hermione had used his first name. He laughed to himself he liked being called by his first name. It was nice to hear not so much venom in Hermione's voice when she spoke to him.

He looked down to his hand where the thestral had bitten him. It hurt so much and it was still bleeding. He needed something to tie around it, but he had nothing. He would have to swallow his pride and ask Hermione for something.

"Erm… do you have something for this?" Draco said showing his hand to Hermione. Hermione stood there for a few moments, stuck to the ground.

"Yeah, hang on." She said eventually putting her hand in her pocket. She pulled out a white handkerchief and began to tie it around Draco's hand.

"Trust you to have one of those." Draco laughed.

"Fine if you want leave your hand bleeding I'll take it back." Hermione began to put the handkerchief back it to her pocket.

"No sorry, can you please put it on my hand." Draco swallowed his pride again. He wasn't like the person he pretended to be that's what his dad wanted him to be, but he really didn't want to let Hermione know that. He had his pride and he didn't want people to know that he was his dad's little puppet. That's the way things had to be though, if he didn't than he probably wouldn't have a very long life. Draco came to he realised he was staring at Hermione.

"Er… thank you." Draco walked back to his bucket of thestral feed. He looked back to Hermione who had started to wash the next thestral. 'I could begin to like her' Draco thought to himself. 'This detention could be fun.'