(A/N: Hey everyone! I know, I know…the choking thing was a bit extreme. I just wanted him to be as Malfoy-ish as possible right now. Anyway, chapter 4 has arriiivveedd. Oh, and if u add this story to like your faves or alerts can u pleassee review? Please? Lol, it would be nice of you :D. You can put just a little smiley if you want…anyythiingg. I don't really know why I picked the Everclear song but I don't know…I can see Hermione singing it, lol. Anywho, ENJOY and REVIEW!)

Copyright: "She's so High above Me"-Everclear, Harry Potter-J.K. Rowling (obviously, I shouldn't have to say it, lol)

Hermione couldn't sleep that night. She couldn't shake the image of a furious Draco nearly choking her to death out of her mind. Yet despite the circumstances, she wondered sadly about him. He was angry and alone. Draco's life has been abysmal since the beginning, how couldn't it have been? He's filthy rich, with a deatheater father and a depressed mother. In spite of the fact that she lost her mother, Draco had nothing to lose to start off with. He's never had as much as her and that she was sure of. Knowing that, she was able to slowly drift off into a sleep occasionally disturbed with dreams of Draco Malfoy.

The next day, Hermione awoke with a start. Checking the time she realized she was late. She hurriedly took a shower and dressed herself.

"What do I have first? Oh, bloody hell, Potions! Why is it that on the worst days I have this class first!"

Hermione ran down to the dungeons and into class. She quietly slipped into her seat while Snape had his back turned to the class.

"15 points from Gryffindor for trying to sneak in, another 15 points and a detention tonight for being late…," Snape said, turning around to look at her.

"But Professor, can't you please let it pass? I've never been late and I've surely never had a detention!" she desperately pleaded.

"I'm glad I was able to give you your first one."

Hermione groaned and then felt a pat on the back.

"Welcome to the club," Harry smiled.

"This isn't a very nice club, Harry," she sighed.

Harry shrugged and smiled again. "It is because Ron and I are in."

"Another 5 points from Gryffindor. My, my…you are really throwing them away today, aren't you?" Snape smirked.

In the background, a few familiar Slytherins were heard snickering but the infamous blonde one had his face buried in his hands because if he remembered correctly, he too had a detention tonight with Snape for skipping homework.

Hermione sighed as she grudgingly went down into the mucky dungeons. The only semi-good part about the whole situation was that it was Friday. This meant that after a long detention she was going to be able to sleep into oblivion—or atleast until late the next morning.

"Professor Snape?" she quietly said, entering his classroom.

"Here, Granger," she heard him reply. He was in a closet in which he kept all the grimiest and oldest cauldrons. They were only used in times of desperation when the better ones were unavailable.

Hermione walked in and restrained a groan of complain. She knew what was coming. She would have to clean all the cauldrons by herself and probably have to come back early the next morning to finish.

"Here is a scrub and a bucket of water…I want these cauldrons to be spotless or you and Mr. Malfoy will be back tomorrow to finish this," Snape said. "Hand over you wand."

"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Did I stutter? Give me your wand."

Hermione pulled her wand out of her robe pocket and gave it to him. When he walked out, she leaned against the wall and slowly started hitting her head against it. Outside she could hear Draco entering and Snape giving him instructions, then proceeding to take his wand. Hermione bashed her head a little harder.

"And I suppose you'll stop when your head is cracked open?" she heard an icy voice say.

"Would you cry at my funeral?"

"No."

Hermione gave a bit of a twisted smirk. "Comforting. Perhaps you'd enjoy the funeral more if it was you that smashed my head up against the wall."

"Granger…about that. I-I…look, I didn't…," Draco sighed and hesitated. "I was angry, you pissed me off and well…I'm s-sorry…"

"Excuse me?" Hermione said, bewildered. "You're saying sorry? You've wanted me dead since we were 11, you almost kill me, and you're sorry?"

"I'm an asshole not a murderer."

"Not following in you father's footsteps then?" Hermione crossed her arms.

"Stay out of it Granger, it doesn't concern you, okay?"

She stared at him, eyes narrowed. She then grabbed a sponge and a cauldron and started to scrub. Draco stared at the sponge, then at the cauldron, then back at the sponge.

"Scared of a little bit of work?" Hermione asked, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I'm built for beauty not for work," he replied, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing the sponge with a disgusted face.

"Oh, please! Beauty? Are you sure you aren't a homosexual?"

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't be caught dead near a penis except mine! Women are my hobby, inside and out…"

"All women? Ugly, pretty, fat, skinny, short, tall…," Hermione said.

"Honestly?" he asked.

"Honestly."

"No. I'm shallow, what can I say?"

"Nothing, I guess. I thought you were going to be…different for a second there," she said quietly.

"Does it affect you? That I'm not 'different' as you say?" Draco asked, scrubbing cautiously at a cauldron.

Hermione didn't answer. Instead she shot back another question. "Are we being civil and having a normal conversation?"

This time it was Draco's turn to remain silent. For the next couple of minutes, all that was heard was the sound of scrubbing and breathing.

Before Hermione could stop herself, she started to sing. She sang low and gently as she always did when she cleaned. "First class and fancy free…she's high society…"

"She's got the best of everything…what could a guy like me ever really offer? She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother?" Draco continued, bopping his head.

Hermione's eyes widened. "You know the song?"

"'She's so high Above Me' by Everclear, yes I do…"

"I thought you were anti-muggle," Hermione stated, one eyebrow raised.

"I am but there are a lot of things you and your little friends don't know about me…," Draco said.

"Inform me."

"Sod off."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well then, there goes anything civil we had."

"You never saw me being civil, Granger. This day, this time, this detention…it never happened."

"Ah, I see. Shall I say I was alone in this detention and let me guess…you said Snape was having you spend detention with McGonagall?"

"Trelawney. It makes people pity me more and leave the subject alone," Draco told her.

"Good strategy," Hermione laughed.

"You laughed," observed Draco.

"Thank you Captain Obvious…"

"Your laugh is nice."

"Are you feeling well?" Hermione asked, puzzled once again by his behavior.

"Oh, forget it…Merlin Granger, you have no idea on how to receive a compliment," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"I do, just not from you!"

"Try this on for size," Draco said, coughing lightly. He then put his hands on his hips and made a girly voice. "'Why thank you Draco! You sexy beast you! Gosh, I feel so lovely now! Do me!'"

Hermione laughed. Never in a million years did she think Draco could make a joke. "This is insane. You? Making jokes? And on top of that, me laughing…"

Draco returned to his cauldron. "Maybe everyone should get cooped up in a room full of dirty cauldrons with a person they hate."

"Yeah…maybe," Hermione grinned, throwing a wet sponge at him.

Draco looked up and glared. He threw two sponges at her direction and there commenced their sponge fight.

"You better stop!" Draco bellowed, dodging one.

"Not until you do!" Hermione screamed back, brushing her wet hair from her face.

Draco took a sponge and went to her. He rubbed it in her face and Hermione started flailing her arms around. She manages to rip it from his hands and throw it on the floor, breathing heavily.

"I told you to stop," he muttered, staring at her wet face.

"I was having fun…," Hermione said, staring up at him. His eyes weren't volatile, they were calm. "Don't stare at me."

"Don't stare at me."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "One cauldron to go. C'mon…"

Both of them grabbed a sponge and cleaned. Once again, a thick silence fell upon them. They finished the cauldron and cleaned up the mess of water they made. Waiting a while, they let themselves dry off a bit.

"Professor Snape, we're all finished," Hermione said.

"You may go," he said, waving them off.

They both exited his room and Hermione started walking out of the dungeons. She looked back to Draco, who was heading back to his house.

"Draco…," she called after him.

"Mmm?"

"I really did have fun."

"Congratulation, Granger."

"Hermione."

Draco sighed. "Hermione. Anyway, I thought I told you that this detention never happened.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine…I hate you Malfoy."

"Hate you too, Granger."