Hermione rushed into the potions room to see everyone staring at her. She was never late, but if she hadn't been up so late reading she may not have been in this situation.
"Thank you Miss Granger for finally gracing us with your presence, since everyone has already paired up except Mr. Malfoy you can partner with him," he sneered looking at the empty seat.
With a huff she dragged herself over to the seat but still kept as much distance between herself and the blond as possible. Frustrated she picked up and a mandrake root and began chopping it as required.
"Long night with Potter and the Weasel Granger?" Malfoy drawled.
She glared at him but said nothing before resuming her chopping, albeit a little more vehemently. She was about to add the required amount to their caldron when Malfoy knocked her arm spilling in way more than was called for. The liquid turned into a dark green sludge which spit out of the top onto Hermione's arm.
"Great going mudblood, we've just failed. It's ruined because of your mistake," sneered the boy next to her.
Snape's voice cut in from behind them, "Miss Granger you know better than to measure over a caldron like that and Mr. Malfoy, do not use that word in my class. Take Miss Granger to the hospital wing and I will see you both at six for detention."
"But professor-" They began but were quickly cut off.
"You will go without complaint or I shall extend it to much longer."
Hermione turned and stomped out without looking to see whether Draco was following or not. Of course. Not only had she been late and paired with him, but now she had detention with him as well.
They walked to the hospital wing in silence, both too engrossed in their own thoughts to care about the other. Snape rarely ever gave Slytherins detention, and never over a mudblood comment. It was such a strange occurrence that both attributed it to an extremely bad day.
Neither had realized they reached the hospital wing so quickly and so Hermione paused before heading in. She didn't turn back to look but she thought she heard Draco mutter something before he walked away.
"Sorry about your arm."