Heyyy guys! I finally have this chapter finished! This is where it gets good!
Hermione walked towards the Head's meeting at 7 o' clock. She brushed her soft brown hair out of her eyes and entered the room. McGonagall and Professor Snape were there, along with, of course, Draco.
"Hello Ms. Granger, have a seat," Snape said, motioning to one of the many chairs at the table. "We have just one thing to talk about,"
"Like?" Hermione asked as she sat down.
"Well, control over the Prefects," Minerva said. "I hear you forgot to instruct the Prefects on carriage control and leading the students."
Hermione mentally slapped herself and lit her hair on fire. Oh in the name of all magic how did I forget?! She thought. She felt like an idiot that she forgot, and she was going to regret it.
"I believe that you and Mr. Malfoy forgot to direct the Prefects in order to maintain, peace, when the students were coming to Hogwarts," Snape said. "Now, I do believe that you and Mr. Malfoy will give more of an effort. We can give you the privilege, and we can take it away just as easy."
Hermione nodded. She took full responsibility for her stupidity. Well, at least half. The other half belonged to Draco. She could believe that Draco forgot, but she was dumbfounded that she had.
"Now, we do not take these situations lightly," McGonagall said. "I am going to assign you're previous one detention into 5 detentions. They will be served all this week along with one more on Monday."
Hermione's mouth was a gaping open, along with Draco's.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too too much," McGonagall said. "The detentions will not be on your permanent record. However I hope you two will not make such silly mistakes in the future. That will be all. For now."
Snape and McGonagall walked out and shut the door behind them. Draco and Hermione sat in their seats, astonished.
"Oh, and one more thing." McGonagall said, opening the door. "The detentions you will be serving will be served together. If you do not participate, you will be assigned more detentions until you know how to behave properly. "
She then shut the door with an unintentionally loud thud. They both jumped in their seats. They then sat in their chairs, staring at their palms. They sat there until breakfast was beginning to start. They both walked out of the room and entered the Great Hall. Hermione sat down and was greeted by Harry and Ron.
"How was the meeting?" Harry asked her.
"Completely and utterly terrible. I was assigned 5 detentions along with Draco for not directing the Prefects." Hermione complained. "It was stupid of me, I know, but 5 detentions?"
"That's ridiculous." Ron said. "Do you have to serve them together?"
"Yes, which is even worse." she replied. "But at least they aren't on my permanent record."
"That's a slight upside." Harry said.
"I guess so." Hermione responded.
They all sighed simultaneously and looked at their food. Hermione grabbed a plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup. She scooped into them and practically shoved them into her mouth. She ate them all in one minute flat. She looked at Harry and Ron, who were staring at her like she was a Slytherin.
"What?" she said, picking up a glass of milk.
"Nothing, just, I've never seen a girl eat a whole plate of pancakes that fast in my whole life." Ron said. Hermione laughed and chugged the glass of milk.
"I'm a stress eater," Hermione said back. Then the flurry of owls flew into the Great Hall and dropped down their mail. Hermione received one and opened it up. It was from her mother. It read:
Hermione! I cannot believe you could do this! Five detentions are a disgrace! I hope you are ashamed of yourself. Your father and I are going to decide your punishment when you get home!
Love, Mommy
Hermione groaned. She took the letter and ripped it in half. She then saw that Draco had a letter as well and had a confused yet mad look on his face. He threw the letter down on the table and muttered a spell and the letter burst into flames. She silently laughed then stopped herself. Why was she laughing? He's not funny. At all. She focused her attention back on her food. She had finished the pancakes, but had gotten a large plate of bacon. She chomped into the crispy goodness and after eating the whole plate, licked her lips. She then left the Great Hall early so she could get her things for class and not be late.
As she walked down to McGonagall's classroom, she mentally solidified her defensive walls, preparing to come up with any come-backs necessary. A solid barrier was set up to deflect any insults that would come her way.
She reached the classroom and entered. Draco—as it seemed he always is—was already there.
"Finally, you're here." McGonagall said. "You will both be in the library sorting books."
She directed them to the door and then they walked out and headed towards the library. They soon reached it and entered. The library was huge. There were at least 30 rows on the left and right side of the room that were chock full of books and reached the ceiling.
"There is a cart which you will get the books off of. Put them in the correct place they go in. Once the cart is empty, you may leave. That will be all." McGonagall said, heading out.
Hermione sighed. This was not one of the enchanted parts of the library where the book magically went to where ever it needed to be. This was one where you had to put it in the correct spot manually. Hermione spotted the cart to the left of her. Wait, one? She thought.
"Professor, there's only one book cart," Hermione said.
"Yes, well Ms. Granger, you might actually have to share a cart," McGonagall said with a smirk. She walked out of the library and down the hall, leaving Hermione and Draco alone, since the weather was nice and everyone else was outside.
"Well, let's get started," Hermione said to herself, pushing the cart towards the first row on the left. "Let's see. Well, the first number on the book corresponds to the shelf, and the second number corresponds with the section."
The shelves were extremely close to each other, so Hermione left the cart behind. She felt trapped between the shelves when she was putting the books back, so she tried to be as fast as she could. She placed the four books where they needed to go, and then she shifted herself out of the shelf.
"You do know, Granger, that we're supposed to do this together, or else we'll get another set of detentions?" Draco said.
"Well then don't just stand, come get a bloody book and put it where it needs to be!" Hermione said back, gesturing to the cart. He picked up a book and shoved Hermione out of the way.
"Excuse me?!" Hermione said. He didn't bother with her and placed the book in its corresponding place. He walked out and smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and went back into the shelf. She checked looked at the book and was surprised that it was actually right. She exited the shelf and found Draco looking at her with an are-you-stupid look. She—again—rolled her eyes and walked out of the shelf.
Hermione looked out of one of the small windows and sighed a long, deep breath. Quidditch tryouts were happening right then. She wanted so badly to cheer Ron on during the tryouts. And Harry. He was important too. She spotted Ron knocking the Quaffle out of the way of the goalpost, but not very quickly, as he hit it away with the end of his broom. She watched on the other side of the field as Cormac McLaggen caught the Quaffle with one hand and threw it back.
They sorted books for the next nearly hour and a half, until finally, they were at the last book.
"I'll do Granger. Wouldn't want you messing up, now, do we?" Draco said, grabbing the book out of Hermione's hands. He walked into the shelf and was placing the book when Hermione noticed that he was placing the book in the wrong part of the shelf.
"Malfoy, you might want to put it in the correct place," she said as she entered the shelf and snatched the book back from Draco. The book was on the top shelf, so she reached up to the top and placed the book where it needed to be, stretching with all her might. She let out a breath as she relaxed her muscles.
"That's how it's done, Malfoy," Hermione said, shoving her finger onto Draco's chest. She looked at his face in the afternoon sun, the way the light highlighted his masculine structures, the way it made his hair glisten, giving it a silvery glow.
Then he looked at her in the sunlight, and noted the way her brown eyes looked like gems, the way her soft brown hair sparkled, and the way her face in the light was emphasized and showed off her delicate features.
Suddenly—and neither of them can remember what exactly happened, nor why they came to do it—Hermione and Draco both rapidly leaned in and their lips touched. Hermione's so called 'defensive walls' were melted away and swiped from her mind and replaced with explosive fireworks. She laid her hands on his shoulders and leaned in even more. His arms wrapped around her waist and their heads tilted in. They stayed this way for nearly a minute, both their minds filled with a burning passion of love.
Then, Hermione's eyes snapped open, and her hands left Draco's shoulders. His eyes lifted up and his arms escaped from Hermione's waist. Their lips separated and Hermione looked at Draco. She then looked around at what was happening.
"Uh. I, uh…" Hermione stuttered. She backed away and looked at him. His eyes were wide and all the color was wiped from his face. "Um…"
She looked at the door and thanked Merlin. She ran and hit though the doors and into the corridor. Pounding down the hallway, her breath got more fast and shallow. She frantically found her way to the corridor that led to the other corridor which led to another corridor. She then ran up the stairs for what seemed like forever and threw open the door. She sat on the couch in the living room and tried to slow her breath down.
What just happened? I can't believe I just did that! What even made me do it?! Was he just that, that, charming?! No, get your crap together Hermione, you didn't do it consciously, you were just exhausted from being inside for so long. Yes, that's what happened. Or was it what happened? I mean, he wasn't coming on to me or anything, was he? Was I? I mean, one of us had to. Why else would we have been snogging? No, we weren't snogging. Well, were we? I mean, we got pretty into it, and neither of us tried to stop it, so I guess. I just can't believe that we were actually doing that. UGH! Hermione's thoughts raced through her mind like a racecar. She shook her head and buried her face in her palms.
Just then the door opened and in came Draco, surprised to see Hermione sitting on the couch. She prepared herself for the worst of his insults and nagging, but it never came. He just simply looked at her for just a moment, and then walked into his room. She stared at the door for quite some time until she snapped her brain back to reality. Standing up, she opened the door to her room. She shut the door behind her, walked in, and collapsed onto her bed. Breathing out, she thought about what Harry—or anybody else for that matter—found out about their kiss. Hermione sighed and thought, Ugh, what did I just do?