Chapter One
"Ouch!" Hermione Granger yelped. She had just run into her rival, Pansy Parkinson, while heading to the kitchens for a late-night snack of Hot Cocoa and Cheese Puffs.
"What are you doing here?" Pansy demanded loudly, forgetting that they weren't supposed to be out.
"If you're going to be nosy, at least do it quietly," Hermione whispered fiercely.
"Well? What are you doing here?" Pansy altered her volume to match Hermione's.
"If you must know, I'm headed to the kitchens," Hermione reluctantly answered.
"Well, get out of my way," Pansy ordered angrily, slightly shoving Hermione.
"Wait," said Hermione, blocking Parkinson's path. "You haven't told me where you were going yet."
"It's none of your business, Mudblood," Parkinson snapped, forgetting to whisper.
Hermione was about to retort when she heard the pattering of small feel on the cold tile. Glancing down, she spotted a gray cat, staring at her evilly. But this wasn't just any cat. It was Mrs. Norris.
Hermione and Pansy stared at one another in horror.
"Filch!" The cried in unison.
"My, my. What have we here? Two students, out roaming the hallways? Look at the time!" He cackled evilly. "Detention, both of you. Tomorrow night at seven in the trophy room. Don't be late," he said, stroking Mrs. Norris.
And that's how Hermione, the best witch in her class, the perfect student, and a girl who had never before been in trouble, was landed in detention with Pansy Parkinson.
Hermione's hands felt like they were about to bleed. They stung all over, and she was itching to whip out her wand and utter a simple "Scourgify" spell to clean the stupid trophies. But she didn't want to risk another session with Filch.
Parkinson, on the other hand, would have been finished already if only she could remember that darned spell!
"Scourginize! Scornilize! Scarrify (This only resulted in several scars appearing on her wand hand)!"
"Dimwitted much?" Hermione muttered to herself under her breath.
As Pansy continued shouting random spells, Hermione finished her cleaning job.
"Finally! I'm done!" She yelled happily, stretching her aching limbs.
At that second, Parkinson cried, "Scourgify!" And all her trophies were spotless.
"Filch said no magic," Hermione reminded her, knowing it was useless.
"'Filch said no magic,'" Pansy mimicked. "Whatever. I'm done, aren't I?" She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, but so am I," Hermione pointed out. "And I'm not going to be the one in trouble for using magic, now am I?"
"Who's gonna know? No one."
"Er…..you mean no one besides you, me, and Blaise Zabini, right?"
"Huh?" Pansy twirled around to face the 6' 2" Slytherin with curly black hair and deep indigo eyes.
"Granger. Pansy." He nodded, acknowledging them both, then grinned slowly.
"Oh, don't worry," he assured Pansy, who looked positively terrified. "I won't tell anyone. That is, if you go burn Draco's card collection."
"But-" Pansy protested.
"Go along, like a good little girl. And you won't get in trouble," Zabini commanded. Pansy ran down the hallway.
"Very funny, Zabini," Hermione commented sarcastically.
"She's far too easily manipulated. And she was begging for it," he responded, shrugging.
Hermione couldn't help but notice how his hair fell perfectly over his eyes. His big, dark, indigo eyes.
"Still with us, Granger?"
His rude tone yanked her back.
"Yeah, sorry. Just…thinking," she stuttered.
"Good," Zabini replied.
"What are you doing here, anyways?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yeah. Potter wanted me to give you a message."
"Harry? He asked you to do it?" Hermione asked, disbelieving.
"Not really. But I volunteered," He replied, grinning again.
His teeth were……perfect. Hermione sighed inwardly, wishing he weren't a Slytherin.
"So? What's the message?"
"He wants you to meet him in the common room."
A/N: My first fanfic. I'm excited! Please, R&R! I need input! Not to beg or anything… gets down on hands and knees and pleads pathetically but really, review!