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The next few weeks went by without any major incidents. There were of course the regular run-ins with Malfoy, but those couldn't really be called major. No serious damage had been done yet, and Hermione was getting better and better in verbal sparring even without Trieste's help.

Her sharp wit and quick mind supplied her with more then enough stinging retorts to throw at Malfoy. She would even go as far as saying she enjoyed their little verbal matches, though never out loud. Unfortunately for Hermione, she didn't need to admit it out loud for someone to find it out.

Trieste very quickly picked up on Mia's growing affinity to her blond nemesis, and boy did she enjoy having that bit of information.

After enduring a full day of hearing Trieste sing 'Mia and Malfoy sitting on a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g', Hermione was just about ready to knock herself out just to have some peace and quiet. Luckily for her, Trieste had finally decided she had enough of singing and had then moved on to making all sorts of comments about Malfoy's appearance. She once even went as far as complimenting Malfoy's rear end during one of the now famous spars, which made Hermione blush furiously, yell out 'Ahh! would you stop it already!' and storm away, leaving a very perplexed Draco behind.

Embarrassing moments aside, Hermione was quite happy these last several weeks. Her grades were as high as usual, however she was now also close to her friends and hung out with them often, just relaxing and having fun.

Hermione was deep in though when Ron's words broke her reverie.

"Will this lesson ever end? If my stomach grumbled any louder I wouldn't be able to hear Snape at all" He said, slightly frowning.

"Just a few more minutes Ron, our potion is almost ready, and it looks quite perfect if I may say so myself" Hermione answered, proudly smiling at her friends.

Harry also smiled at his content friend, but his smile disappeared as Snape approached the Trio.

"Well, well, would you look at that, the incompetent threesome has managed to create a somewhat decent looking potion" Snape exclaimed with a sneer upon his face.

Hermione was fuming. Her potion was perfect! Damn that professor Snape, how dare he disregard her hard work and belittle her like that.

Without even stopping to think about the consequences she suddenly burst.

"A decent looking potion?" Hermione exclaimed, "This potion is perfect! Those retards you call Slytherins couldn't make one half this good even if their damned lives depended on it!"

'Way to go Mia!' she heard Trieste say. 'Oh shit, I'm going to pay for that' Hermione thought, 'well, I'm going down with my head high' she decided and plastered a determined glare upon her face, looking up at the professor's face.

Snape couldn't believe she just said that. He slowly turned to her expecting to find a cowering girl, yet was surprised to find a pair of defiant eyes starring at him.

'Could it be?' He thought, 'The girl actually grew a backbone'. A slight amount of respect towards her lodged itself in the professor mind. Briskly turning away he walked towards the front of the classroom. "You've just earned yourself a detention Ms Granger".

Harry and Ron couldn't believe their ears, Hermione just got detention. She was going to throw a fit later on. Ron was so shocked that he dropped the vial he was holding. It fell to the floor and smashed into tiny pieces.

Snape glared at them "Such incompetence", he said. "Weasley and Potter, you've got detention as well. Class dismissed" that said, he quickly turned and left the room.

"What the hell just happened?" Harry exclaimed, "And how did I get dragged into this?"

However that didn't really bother Harry, he was more worried about Hermione's reaction.

As the students filed out of the classroom, the boys turned to look at her.

No one noticed Draco who stood not far behind and stared at the girl with a curious look in his eyes.

"Are you ok Mia?" He heard Harry ask her.

'Mia?' Draco pondered, 'Since when do they call her Mia?'

I like that name' he thought a second later and then froze, 'Huh! NO, I don't like that name! In fact I now hate it! It's the ugliest name I've ever heard, just like Hermione!' he corrected himself, shaking his head in a frustrated manner and heading out of the classroom.

"Look guys, I'm sorry you got dragged into this, it's not fair you got detention as well but you know Snape - fair's not exactly in his vocabulary" Hermione shrugged, packing the last of her things and heading out, "Come on, let's go eat".

The boys silently followed. "Aren't you going to freak out or something?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, she felt Trieste giggling. "I knew it would happen, it's actually strange I got of that easy after insulting his precious Slytherins" she said, "Damn that felt good".

Now everyone laughed. "Let's go eat, I'm starving" Ron stated and started walking towards the great hall with his friends in tow.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful, except for a mildly amusing incident where Malfoy and Zabini decided it would be funny to transfigure a third year's hair into plastic snakes. The child was terrified and an absolutely furious professor McGonagall awarded the duo with a detention. The amusing part was listening to their pathetic attempts to weasel out of the punishment. Malfoy was rather unoriginal when it came to excuses.

Classes soon ended and it was time for detention.

Upon arriving in the potions classroom the trio was met by the sight of Malfoy and Zabini perched upon two of the desks.

"What the hell…" Harry began but was promptly cut off as professor Snape walked into the classroom and immediately began to speak.

"Since all the professors have been summoned to an urgent meeting we have no time to attend to your detention. So you will simply remain in this room for the duration of your punishment, with the pleasure of each other's company" he finished with a smirk and left the class, the door locking behind him.

The students looked at each other, surprise written all over their faces.

"Well, it could have been worse. I thought we'd be scrubbing the dungeons till our hands bleed" Ron stated, moving to sit on one of the desks.

After a few moments of silence Malfoy decided to speak.

"Hey Mudblood, how come you're still alive? I thought you'd die of embarrassment after receiving a detention" he stated with a smirk.

"Well Malfoy, I thought you'd grow up and learn to act your age and not your dick size, I guess we were both wrong" Hermione nonchalantly replied.

Turning away from Malfoy without even waiting to see his reaction, she pulled out a chair and sat down "Not that I mind not having to scrub the dungeons, we really should find a way to occupy ourselves or this will be a very long evening" she said to her friends.

About ten minutes passed in silence as they pondered what to do. The dungeon was extremely stuffy and hot, and it was terribly uncomfortable in there.

A coughing sound drew everyone's attention to the side of the room where Blaise was still trying to suppress the laughter brought on by Draco dazed state after Hermione's retort.

"We could play a game" He stated, "how about 'I'd rather'?"

"Zabini! What the hell are you doing?" Malfoy asked incredulously.

"Oh, come off it Malfoy! The girl is right, it's going to be a very long evening if we don't busy ourselves somehow" Blaise replied, "and with all due respect, I can only talk to you for so long".

"Well, what do you say?" He asked again turning towards the trio.

"I guess so" Harry answered, "why not."

All the boys turned to Hermione, knowing that it was her opinion that would decided the outcome of the situation.

She was about to protest when Trieste's voice rang through her head 'Why not?', the girl asked.

'What do you mean why not? They're Slytherins' Hermione quickly replied.

'So?' Trieste continued 'I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be noble and unbiased, what kind of a reason is that?' Hermione cringed at the accusation.

'Come on Trieste, its Draco Malfoy we're talking about, he'll find a way to cheat and be nasty!' Hermione felt Trieste giggle again.

'Cheat?' the girl asked while laughing, 'how can you cheat in 'I'd rather'? Stop being a baby and have some fun! No more excuses.'

Hermione looked at the boys who were still staring at her, "Fine, let's play" she said, surprising everyone.

"We should thank Trieste later" Ron said, to which Harry only replied with a funny glance at the red head's direction.

They all moved to sit in a circle in the middle of the classroom.

"Ok, mind if I start?" Blaise asked and after receiving no objections directed his first question to Harry.

"Harry, would you rather snog McGonagall or Trelawney?"

All the students visibly flinched, "Mate, that's nasty!" Draco exclaimed.

Everyone looked at Harry who seemed slightly nauseous. "McGonagall" He said after a few minutes, "and now I'm gonna be sick" he added with a frown.

Lowering his head for a second, Harry really seemed about to throw up, but a moment later he looked up and asked,

"Malfoy, would you rather kiss Pansy or streak through the great hall?"

A confused look covered Draco's face, "Streak through the great hall? What does that mean?" he asked.

Hermione laughed and was about to reply, but Blaise beat her to it.

"It's muggle slang" he began, "It means you have to run through the great hall naked"

Everyone stared at Blaise, "And how do you know that?" Ron asked.

Blaise just shrugged, "You'd be surprised at what I know. You really shouldn't assume all Slytherins have a problem with muggles, and muggleborns" he added looking at Hermione, "plus muggles have some great inventions" he said with a smirk, pulling out an I-Pod.

"How did you get it to work in Hogwarts?" Hermione exclaimed truly surprised, "I've wanted to bring mine for ages!"

"I promise I'll tell you about it later, but now, I believe Draco has a question to answer" Blaise said, looking at Draco, who still stared amazed at the exchange before him.

"Huh? Oh the question", Draco began "streak through the hall" he answered absentmindedly.

"What? But isn't she your girlfriend?" Harry asked.

"Pansy? Hell no!" Draco answered, "She just blatantly refuses to accept that fact" he added with an annoyed expression on his face and everyone laughed.

The atmosphere in the room was very relaxed. Perhaps it was Blaise's previous confession or maybe just the lack of air in the dungeon affecting their brains, but the students seemed to be very much at ease with each other.

A few rounds later it was Harry's turn to ask a question. All but Hermione have already shed their school robes and it was still incredibly hot in there.

"Hermione" Harry began, but was cut short when she got up from her chair.

"Why the hell is it so damn hot in here? Uh, I guess they use charms to keep it cool during classes…" she mumbled to herself while removing her robes.

A second later a spluttering sound was heard and everyone turned to see Draco choking on his drink, seeing their confused expressions he merely pointed to Hermione's blouse.

The simple black T-shirt had a framed writing on the back which read: 'Never trust anything that bleeds 3-5 days a month and doesn't die'. Upon reading the sentence Ron appeared a bit queasy while Harry and Blaise began uncontrollably laughing.

"Where did you get that shirt?" Harry asked through the laughter.

Realizing what all of this was about, Hermione turned a deep shade of red.

"A friend gave it to me and I was late this morning so I didn't really have the time to be picky" she mumbled quickly, "just get on with the question!" she concluded sitting down on one of the tables further away from the others. Seconds later she brought her feet up as well and lay down on her back, starring at the ceiling.

"OK then. Hermione, would you rather participate in a quiditch match?" Harry began, copying Hermione's position "Or kiss Draco Malfoy?"

The room grew silent as Hermione pondered the question. Draco couldn't believe it, she was actually thinking about it! He knew she wasn't exactly a big quiditch fan but still, the fact she was even considering the choice was utterly shocking to him.

But the best was yet to come.

He heard Hermione mumble something.

It sounded suspiciously like 'Malfoy'.

'Huh? Did she just say she'd rather kiss me?' Draco thought. Hopping of his desk he quickly moved to Hermione's side.

Hermione was intently staring at the ceiling as she quietly mumbled one word, 'Malfoy', the meaning was clear.

Suddenly a blond head appeared directly above hers,

"What did you just say?" he frantically asked.

Startled out of her reverie, Hermione emitted a slight cry and rolled of the side of the table. Luckily she turned to the side Draco was standing on and he was quick enough to kneel down and grab her shoulders before her head hit the floor.

Her knee painfully collided with the solid ground but she barely even registered the pain as she sat on the floor staring into the grey eyes of the boy who was firmly holding her shoulders.

"Hermione? Are you ok?" she heard Ron ask.

Hurriedly getting up, they busied themselves a few seconds, regaining their composure while dusting the imaginary dirt of their clothes.

"Yes Ron, I'm fine. Dr..Malfoy caught me in time." Hermione replied.

The inevitable uncomfortable silence was prevented as the door burst open and Filch came into the room.

"You can return to your houses" he said and left, closely followed by Hermione who practically ran out of the room.


That's all folks, for now... Good Day! S.