This is going to be a very long detention, I thought as I took a rag off of McGonagall's desk and made my way to the mountain of dirty cages that held the animals students use during her classes

This is going to be a very long detention, I thought as I took a rag off of McGonagall's desk and made my way to the mountain of dirty cages that held the animals students use during her classes.

"This is so disgusting" I mumbled under my breath.

"Well now you know what it feels like to be around you, Benningfeild." Pansy scoffed.

I'm going to kill her. I thought as I flicked off a particularly odorous lump of who knows what from the bottom of the cage I was working on.

"Parkinson, will you please shut up? There is nothing more I would love than to do my detention in silence, and you are not helping"

"Sorry Drakie." Wow was that Malfoy's subtle attempt at standing up for me? That was…nice? Maybe he was finally warming up to some Gryffindors! Diplomacy between houses; something never heard of before, I'm sure.

As I kept working I let my mind wander. The Quidditch Cup this year was really up for grabs…I forgot to tell the house elves Scitz was allergic to grapes…Pansy had a really big zit…It wasn't fair that Malfoy only had to write lines; his penmanship was already really nice…It reminded me of something.

Oh Merlin. Malfoy had the same writing as Mystery Guy. No way. This is just…not possible. At all. Maybe I should test him or something. But how? How can I see if somebody is my secret admirer without outright asking them? What would he know that everybody else wouldn't?

"Malfoy, have you seen Scitz?" I asked suddenly.

"No. Maybe he's decided to go find his own food…" he mumbled distracted by his lines. Oh my.