BANG BANG BANG
Draco jumped back when his potion exploded. Some of the gooey green stuff landed on Hermione, his partner. Today Professor Snape was sick and Professor Mcgonagall was the substitute, so she did not favor Draco like Snape usually does.
"DETENTION, Mr. Malyfor and Ms. Granger!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. Draco and Hermione was paired together today at potions and Hermione was dropping all the right ingredients into the caudron when Draco "acidentally" dropped in an extra frog leg. Hermion glared and Draco matched her murderous stare.
"Tonight at 12, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger! You will be scrubbing the Great Hall! No Magic!" says Professor Mcgonagall, and she seemed in a very bad mood today. As they were leaving class, Draco said to Hermione,
"See you at midnight, mudblood,"
"You too, moron." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione walked quietly down the stairs. Was Malfoy already there? I hope he doesn't bother me too much! She thought. Once she reached the Great Hall, she saw the familiar tall, straight figure already standing there. The figure had white blonde hair and cold, evil gray eyes. There was no mistake in who it was.
"You're late, Granger. Why don't you start scrubbin'?"
"You start, moron."
"No, you."
"Look, Malfoy. I don't want to fight. We're here for detention and that's that. We'll both start scrubbing, okay?"
"Fine, Granger." Said Draco in an unsatisfied tone. They scrubbed for fifteen minutes without speaking to each other or even eye contact. Secretly, though, each of them were peeking at each other.
Draco:
I wonder if Granger is going to play any tricks on me. Probably not. She's too good..Granger looks kind of nice, come to think of it. At least she looks better than Pansy. I wonder why Pansy's always after me. Come to think of it again, Granger's hair is kinda cute. Her whole face is kinda cute. Hey! What am I thinking? She's a mudblood! Hermione:
What if he plays a trick on me? He is not that reliable. But again, I'd better not stir up trouble. Besides.he's kind of nice this way. I like him silent better. If only his mouth was nicer, he would be okay. I kind of like his hair.what? I must be losing my mind, thinking like this.
Then, at the same time, Draco and Hermione reached their hands down to dip their rags into the wet bucket. Their heads collided, and Hermione falls down, all wet from head to toe. "Um.are you all right?" asks Draco, forgetting that he was supposed to hate her. He helps Hermione up.
Hermione was confused. Why is he helping me? She thought.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" asks Draco, concern in his eyes.
Instantly, he realized what was wrong. First, he was supposed to hate her. Second, he had helped her up. And third, he had called her Hermione.her first name. Draco tried to keep his face straight but he was blushing. "Thank you, Draco." Says Hermione quietly, still confused. Draco jumped at the sound of his name. "Its okay." He says, trying not to do anything out of the ordinary. Hermione suddenly smiles.
"Draco, you can be nice to me now. I'm not going to tell anyone, ya know. It won't ruin your reputation." Finding no other words to say(which was a very rare occason for Draco), Draco just stayed silent. They continued scrubbing, and Hermione took the silent answer as a "yes".
Draco jumped back when his potion exploded. Some of the gooey green stuff landed on Hermione, his partner. Today Professor Snape was sick and Professor Mcgonagall was the substitute, so she did not favor Draco like Snape usually does.
"DETENTION, Mr. Malyfor and Ms. Granger!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. Draco and Hermione was paired together today at potions and Hermione was dropping all the right ingredients into the caudron when Draco "acidentally" dropped in an extra frog leg. Hermion glared and Draco matched her murderous stare.
"Tonight at 12, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger! You will be scrubbing the Great Hall! No Magic!" says Professor Mcgonagall, and she seemed in a very bad mood today. As they were leaving class, Draco said to Hermione,
"See you at midnight, mudblood,"
"You too, moron." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione walked quietly down the stairs. Was Malfoy already there? I hope he doesn't bother me too much! She thought. Once she reached the Great Hall, she saw the familiar tall, straight figure already standing there. The figure had white blonde hair and cold, evil gray eyes. There was no mistake in who it was.
"You're late, Granger. Why don't you start scrubbin'?"
"You start, moron."
"No, you."
"Look, Malfoy. I don't want to fight. We're here for detention and that's that. We'll both start scrubbing, okay?"
"Fine, Granger." Said Draco in an unsatisfied tone. They scrubbed for fifteen minutes without speaking to each other or even eye contact. Secretly, though, each of them were peeking at each other.
Draco:
I wonder if Granger is going to play any tricks on me. Probably not. She's too good..Granger looks kind of nice, come to think of it. At least she looks better than Pansy. I wonder why Pansy's always after me. Come to think of it again, Granger's hair is kinda cute. Her whole face is kinda cute. Hey! What am I thinking? She's a mudblood! Hermione:
What if he plays a trick on me? He is not that reliable. But again, I'd better not stir up trouble. Besides.he's kind of nice this way. I like him silent better. If only his mouth was nicer, he would be okay. I kind of like his hair.what? I must be losing my mind, thinking like this.
Then, at the same time, Draco and Hermione reached their hands down to dip their rags into the wet bucket. Their heads collided, and Hermione falls down, all wet from head to toe. "Um.are you all right?" asks Draco, forgetting that he was supposed to hate her. He helps Hermione up.
Hermione was confused. Why is he helping me? She thought.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" asks Draco, concern in his eyes.
Instantly, he realized what was wrong. First, he was supposed to hate her. Second, he had helped her up. And third, he had called her Hermione.her first name. Draco tried to keep his face straight but he was blushing. "Thank you, Draco." Says Hermione quietly, still confused. Draco jumped at the sound of his name. "Its okay." He says, trying not to do anything out of the ordinary. Hermione suddenly smiles.
"Draco, you can be nice to me now. I'm not going to tell anyone, ya know. It won't ruin your reputation." Finding no other words to say(which was a very rare occason for Draco), Draco just stayed silent. They continued scrubbing, and Hermione took the silent answer as a "yes".
