This is just a Random fan fiction, its set in the fifth story and well I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, and as of that I don't make any income from it, thank you for not suing me.
Chapter 1
The detention
Hermione walked into the dark and dingy dungeon, she didn't like this at all, after being made a prefect and she was now in detention, for something she didn't even do.
Draco was heading out of the Slytherin common room, it was a dentition because of Granger, and it was all her fault she was the one who started the fight.
Hermione walked into the class room, it was cold she found a desk Snape not being there yet, she was about ten minutes early, after all she wanted to prove that it wasn't her fault the potion exploded, Draco did it, Snape shouldn't of had them paired them together like that.
Draco opened the door to the class room Hermione was already there, sitting down at a desk reading, he stop for a split second admiring the way she lifted her hand lightly to turn a page, but snapping out of it as her eyes meet his, "oh well see your here early Granger," Hermione glares rolling her eyes, closing the book she was reading looking to the wall away from him, "well if you just did what I said, and just put in the worms root like I told you," Draco now slammed his book bag on the table the noise echoing through the room.
Hermione jumped in her seat watching him sit behind her, "I don't take orders from mudbloods," Draco spate opening his book bag, Hermione now biting her lip lightly, "well I'm not the one failing, but hay if I listen to Ron, I should have just let you take the fall, but no, for some reason, I" Hermione now turning to face him, Her brown eyes clashing with his grey, Draco slowly holding his breath, it wasn't like he wanted them to be alone under these circumstances, but here she was, sitting right in front of him, and not a Weasley in sight, Potter away from her, it was like in a dream he had, but then in his dreams, he could tell her the truth, but it wasn't a dream, war was starting and Hermione wasn't the girl he could bring home to the family.
Hermione was now watching Draco watch her, his eyes wasn't cold like they normally appear, it was like when she first meet him on the train, when he didn't know she was muggle born, when he told her that her robes looked smart, when he smiled to her, she thought he was smart looking too, but then after the summer, he just was cold to her, I mean in the first year, he insulted Ron, Harry even Neville but he wouldn't say much to her, sometimes he even smile at her.
After that summer, he just turned, and now she was looking into his eyes and she saw the same eleven year old boy on the train.
Draco was now watching her face, "look, Granger, you do what I tell you, respect your superior and know if you did the work, then, you could be with that weasel, the one you love so much," Hermione now screwing up her nose in frustration, Draco thought it was cute how her nose would crinkle up, but then he pushed it back again listening to her, "his my friend, that's all Draco," Hermione now sitting forward again, Draco using this time to admire the back of her head, he spent so long holding it in, but then he remembered things can only be bottled so long.