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2. The Trophy Room

McGonagall looked at them both, nostrils flared and eyes wide. "What is the meaning of this? Two students duelling, at this hour!"

Hermione had her head down, on the verge of tears. Draco was getting up off the ground, wiping blood off his lip.

"Thirty points will be deducted, each! And you will both be receiving detention tomorrow. I really expected more from you two."

Hermione and Draco looked at each other with angst in their eyes.

"Off you go Draco," said McGonagall.

Draco walked over, picked up his wand and set off to his dorm.

"Miss Granger, I am utterly shocked at this behaviour and from a Gryffindor too!"

"Sorry Professor," Hermione said in a small voice, picked up her wand and headed back to the common room.

The next morning, Hermione was having her breakfast with Ron, her nose buried in a book, she needed to distract herself from what happened last night.

"Hermione!" Harry dashed into the Great Hall and came and sat down next to her. "Hermione, I'm so sorry about last night, what happened?!"

"What do you mean, 'you're sorry'?"

"It was me," he lowered his voice, "I was the one you heard last night."

"What!?" Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice.

"Ron told me about your night watch with Malfoy, so I had to make sure he wasn't giving you a hard time or anything. I was under the invisibility cloak."

"Harry, if Malfoy found out it was you..."

"I know, I left as soon as he heard me. I didn't know that things would escalate so much between the two of you."

She looked at Harry angrily now, "well thanks to you I've got detention. Not a good start to the year."

"Wonder what you'll have to do?" Ron said, shovelling scrambled eggs in his mouth.

Hermione sighed and looked over to the Slytherin table to see Draco looking over to her.

There she was, sitting at the Gryffindor table, head buried in a book of course. When is she not reading? Draco thought. He had to hand it to her though; she was really smart for a mud blood. And she could duel. She really put up a fight last night, did better than I thought, maybe I've underestimated her? He picked at his strawberries on his plate. Strawberries, what her hair smelled like. He closed his eyes and pictured her hair, the way it danced around her shoulders as she glided down the stairs last night.

His eyes snapped open as he heard the shrill laugh of Pansy Parkinson. He pushed his plate aside and groaned as he buried his head in his arms. Hermione Granger had always been an annoying little know-it-all. So why couldn't he stop thinking about her all of a sudden?

That evening after dinner, Hermione scrambled to get as much homework done as possible before going to detention. Not having the full night was really going to set her back. She went upstairs to get changed out of her robes. She decided to wear her jeans, sneakers and purple hoodie and tied her hair in a high ponytail.

She went back down to the common room. Ron and Harry were still there doing their homework by the fire.

"I'll see you guys later," she said.

Harry looked over apologetically, "Bye."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, exited the common room and headed for Filch's office.

Draco made his way to Filch's office. I can't believe I'm going to do detention with that mud blood, so humiliating. At least I'll get some alone time with her. No! You cannot be considering liking this girl! Who said I have feelings for her? She's just something pretty to look at. Granger? Pretty?! Since when?

He was wrestling with these thoughts in his head and before he knew it, he was already at Filch's office. Hermione and Filch were standing in front of the office, waiting.

"It's a shame," Filch sighed. "I thought your punishments would have been much more severe. Tonight you will be polishing trophies in the Trophy room."

He led them into the room. It was large and had glass cabinets all around the walls, displaying dusty trophies covered in cob webs.

"Oh, and there will be no magic to help you, so hand over your wands."

"What!" spat Draco, "I'm not giving you my wand, you Squib!"

"Give me your wand, Malfoy, or I'll see to it that you have detention everyday for the rest of the year," Filch said menacingly.

Draco glared at him, took out his wand and thrust it into Filch's hand. He felt naked without it, his only source of power and control, now taken away from him.

"You have until ten o'clock and I want as many of these polished as possible. No funny business!" Filch left the room and it was just Hermione and Draco.

Hermione started on one cabinet at one end of the room, while Draco did the other side, their backs facing each other.

Draco grew bored quickly, this is servant's work! Wait until my father hears about this. He turned around to watch Hermione, her pony tail brushing her neck; he had a sudden thought of kissing that neck and hearing her moan in ecstasy, her petite figure beneath those horrible muggle clothes. He could just rip those stupid clothes off her right now.

He watched as she reached to the top of the cabinet, trying to bring down a large goblet. She was now on her tip toes, trying to reach it, jumping up and down. Stupid girl, you're never going to reach that. Her hoodie had come up from her waist, revealing her hips. This drove Draco wild, he walked across the room, taking big steps and stood directly behind Hermione, his hard body pressed against her back.

Hermione froze, "What are you doing?"

Draco stood there for a moment, taking in her scent. His long, thin nose buried in her hair. The smell of her perfume combined with the strawberry smell of her hair was intoxicating. He moaned in her ear.

"Relax," he said, looking smug, "just helping you get the goblet down, shorty." He reached from behind her and brought down the goblet with ease, both arms either side of her. He lowered the goblet into her trembling hands, she grasped it.

She could smell his cologne, his warm body pressed against hers. As he lowered the goblet, she could feel the muscles in his arms working as they brushed against hers. For a split second it felt nice and comforting and then she remembered it was Malfoy. She turned around, wide eyed, the goblet still in her hands. She thrust it into Draco's hands, whilst pushing him away and walked to the other side of the room.

For the rest of the night, they didn't speak to each other. They stuck to opposite ends of the room and continued polishing. Draco had a smug look on his face, everything about her felt so right, her hair, her body, her smell. Tonight will be enough to keep me going. For now...

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