Both teenagers walked to their detention slowly, not really knowing what McGonagall had in store for them. However Sariour did. Just before they exited their rooms to make their way to the detention she had appeared to McGonagall, informing her about the plan she agreed to help since she thought Draco and Hermione needed to get along and this was a good way of doing it. She had made two sheets of paper with questions on them, personal questions. And since neither of them could lie... well I'm sure you can figure it out.
Both of them trudged in McGonagall's office and took a seat as far away from each other as possible.
"Now, for your detention I'm sorry to inform you that I cannot take it." She informed.
"Bummer." Draco mumbled to himself.
"However, I have a job for you two to do, you will find your instructions on the top of this sheet." McGonagall continued handing the two of them the pieces of paper. "Wands."
Pulling out both their wands they both handed them over to the Professor after much arguing and groaning.
"Good, I am going to lock the door so you have to serve your punishment, I will be back in two hours. " And with that she left, indeed locking the door behind her.
"I wonder what McGonagall wants us to do?" Hermione spoke out loud.
"Read the paper Granger, you might just find out." Draco instructed reading the paper before him.
It read. The two of you must learn to get along and thus the first step to making a new friend is to learn about them, I have provided some questions for you to ask each other. And do not try to get out of this by not doing it, as the ink will turn from black to red when you have said and answered it. Have a nice day.
"IS SHE FUCKING HAVING A LAUGH!" Draco yelled after reading.
"I can't believe this!" Hermione raged.
"We're going to have to do it." Draco sighed.
"What!? Who cares if we don't do it! I am not making friends with you, I'd sooner rather eat those slugs that Ron puked up!" Hermione nearly screamed at him.
"If we don't do it then McGonagall will just bring us back for another detention! I thought you were smart enough to figure that out." Draco actually said something intelligent.
'Wha. Was that an indirect complement?' Hermione wondered. "You have a point, let's just get this over with."
Standing up Draco moved closer to Hermione and sat down beside her, picking up the piece of paper he read the first question. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Green." Hermione quickly answered. "That's a bit of a rubbish question."
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched slightly as he as was tempted to smile. "True Granger. Your next." He reminded.
"Oh. Let's see. It's the same question, what's your favourite colour?"
"Red."
"I hope all the questions are this easy!" Hermione laughed.
"Why is green your favourite colour?"
"It reminds me of passion. I know most people associate red with passion but a deep rich green to me shows a deeper more meaningful passion." She answered truthfully not quite sure why she'd just told the enemy that.
Draco looked interested for a moment before Hermione asked him that same question. "Why is red your favourite colour?"
"It reminds me of autumn, when the leaves fall from the trees and coat the ground in a fiery red, it looks stunning and is one of the reasons I love Autumn so much." Draco answered wondering the same as Hermione why he had told her that.
"Do you have any pet names?" Draco asked.
"Yes, 'Mione." Hermione answered. "You?"
"Drake and if you count Pansy's nickname Drakie-poo that's two." Draco answered as Hermione giggled slightly. "What!"
"Nothing." She answered between chuckles. "Drakie-poo."
"Shut the hell up!" Draco hissed. "It's not funny!"
"Ok." Hermione quieted herself.
"Next question. Do you have any siblings?" Draco continued.
"No. You?"
"I wish I did, you know like a little sister but no I don't." Draco looked down at the paper to see what the next question was and was more that shocked. "I am not asking you that!"
"Why what does it say?" Hermione asked peering at his sheet.
"What is your idea of a romantic date?" Draco read out loud.
"I don't know, maybe just a small picnic by the lake at night." Hermione answered the question and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. 'Why did I just answer that!?'
'A small picnic by the lake at night, I remember that.' Draco thought even though he was slightly confused as to why she would tell him that.
"Your turn, same question." Hermione asked after reliving herself from the shock.
"Same as you I would imagine." Draco informed her not bothered at all by sharing that information with her.
"Really!?" Hermione asked her eyes widening slightly.
"Yer." Draco replied. "Have you ever been kissed?" He asked.
"What! Is that really on there!?" Hermione asked snatching Draco's paper away from him, looking it over it wasn't.
"That question isn't on here Malfoy, what are you playing at?" Hermione asked waving the paper in his face.
Snatching the piece of parchment back Draco answered. "I'm bored, just answered the damn question. Have you ever been kissed?"
"No." Hermione immediately replied, regretting what she said as soon as she uttered it which she showed by again slapping her hand over her mouth.
Raising an eyebrow at her Draco leaned closer. "Really?"
"Yes." Hermione answered after removing her hand only to slap it back on again. 'Why am I telling him these things?! It's like I can't lie to him!'
"Would you like to?" Draco asked, Hermione opened her mouth to answer back before Draco captured her lips with his, Hermione kissed back not really knowing why she was. The kiss was soft and gentle at first like both of them were getting used to unfamiliar territory.
Breaking off the kiss the two of them stared at each other both wondering the same thing. 'Why did I just do that?'
'Why did I just do that? Why did I just kiss Hermione? True I like her and true the opportunity was too good to pass up and nobody was here to see us but she hates me! I'm going to get a broken nose after this!'
'Why did he just do that? I though Draco hated me. But why would he kiss me if he hated me?'
"Draco." Hermione called him by his first name.
"You called me Draco." He stated.
"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked him.
"Because I like you." He answered truthfully his eyes widening as he realized what he'd just said.
"Really?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Yes." Draco replied. "Do you like me?"
"Yes." She answered truthfully while smiling softly.
Draco smiled also and moved forward again, capturing her lips once more. Again it was gentle at first as their lips moved together. Draco couldn't help but raise his hands and tangle one of them in her wild mane of hair and the other he used to softly stroke her cheek.
Hermione smiled into the kiss and raised her own hands to run them through his platinum locks like she always fantasized about doing.
Keeping one hand buried in her hair Draco moved his other to Hermione's slim waist and pulled her closer to him, pulling her off of her chair and onto his lap. Feeling a little more confident than before Hermione let her tongue run along Draco's lips his eagerly met hers and they began to fight each other as both their mouths opened, engaging in a battle of dominance.
Hermione loved how he tasted, like spearmint, cool and refreshing. And so too did Draco love the way Hermione tasted, like sweet honey. Unfortunately both of them needed to breath and reluctantly pulled apart both panting for air.
Soon however they were both hungry for more and attacked each other's mouths again, passionately and frantically. Their hands left each other's hair and moved downwards, Draco cupped her breast as he rubbed her nipples through the thin fabric teasingly making her moan delightfully into his own mouth as she made no attempt to stop him. Her hands travelled too, down towards the bottom of his shirt as she ran her hands underneath it making him shiver pleasurably.
They pulled back when the door began to open and Professor McGonagall walked in, looking over at their appearances she noted that Hermione's face was flushed a dark red and Draco's face too was flushed but in a much lighter baby pink tinge and his shirt was horribly messed up.
Smiling knowingly McGonagall spoke. "You two may leave, I think you have learned you lesson."
"Yes Professor." They both spoke slightly embarrassed about almost being caught but quickly gathered their things and left not bothering to spare each other a glance as they left for their rooms.