Harry wasn't in History of Magic the next morning. The trio had gone to visit him before classes. Madam Pomfrey informed them that the boil potion hadn't been made correctly, so Harry would be out of sorts for a few days. This made Daria feel even more awful.

When she entered Divinations, she saw Blaise grinning wildly at her. She sighed and took her seat next to him.

"Pretty crazy night huh?" he smirked.

"Tell me about it," Daria rolled her eyes making him chuckle.

"So what did he do this time?" Blaise pressed.

"Oh nothing much, just drugged my boyfriend with a potion that landed him in the hospital wing," Daria grumbled.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "That's surprising. He's usually more straightforward than that. How do you know it was him? Did he tell you he did it?"

"Well, no," Daria mumbled, "But who else would it have been?"

Blaise shrugged, "Got me. But Malfoy's the bragging type. If it had been him he'd be running around gloating himself into oblivion. Plus he tends to be more direct. If he wanted to do something to Potter, he'd probably just hex him or hit him."

Daria was silent.

"So you hexed the crap out of the poor guy for something he might not have even done," Blaise smiled, "You Gryffindors are spiteful."

"I'm a terrible person," she sighed as she put her head in her hands.

Blaise chuckled, "You're no worse than he is."

She glared at him, "Yeah cause that's my goal in life, to be no worse of a person than Malfoy. I like to keep my standards high."

"But enough about me," Daria continued, "What happened after the duel?"

Blaise shrugged. "Nothing much. Luna and I danced for awhile" He was trying to sound indifferent, but there was a smile grin on his lips.

"Oh? How did that go?" she pried.

"It went fine," Blaise smiled, " She's quite..."

"Crazy?" Daria finished. "Completely and utterly mental?"

"I was going to say quirky," Blaise laughed.

Daria sauntered down to the dungeons after dinner to serve her first detention with Malfoy, trying hard to stay upbeat.

Snape and Draco were waiting outside Snape's office when she arrived.

"This way," Snape instructed as he began walking, "You two will be serving detention in the potions classroom."

When they arrived at the classroom, Daria and Draco both took a seat and Snape headed over to a broom closet. He opened it and a pile of dirty cauldrons toppled out.

"Today you two will be cleaning my cauldrons," Snape smirked. "I want to be able to see myself in them when you're done. I'll be in my office. Mr. Malfoy, let me know if Miss McVey here doesn't do her share."

Snape strode out of the classroom leaving them alone with a pile of dirty cauldrons, some sponges, and awkward silence.

"I think this is a set up," Daria started, giving Draco an unsure look. "I have never seen my reflexion in a cauldron, even a brand new one."

Draco didn't respond; he just stood up, grabbed two cauldrons and some sponges, handed her one, and sat back down beside her. He immediately started cleaning the cauldron while he glared at it.

"Hey do you mind if I turn on some music?" Daria asked, pulling out her mp3 player and speakers. "I can't function without background music."

Draco shrugged, "Whatever. But if Snape catches you, don't expect me to cover for you," he scowled, "Again."

Daria hit shuffle and heard 'Everything You Want' by Vertical Horizon start playing before she started talking.

"Why did you?" she asked, "Cover for me, that is."

Draco shrugged but continued to glare at his cauldron as he scrubbed.

"You're not cleaning," he snapped and she quickly started scrubbing her cauldron before he decided to get her in trouble with Snape.

"I lied," he started with a sigh, "Because if Snape knew you had cast the first spell he would have expelled you before I even got the chance to find out why you hexed me."

Daria chewed this information over for a minute. He was right. Snape would have probably expelled her. After all, she had gone to another house's common room and hexed one its residents.

"Why did you hex me?" she heard him mutter as he began to scrub more vigorously.

"Someone spiked Harry's punch with boil potion at the dance. He's in the hospital wing now," Daria sighed.

Draco finally looked up at her, an amused grin on his face.

"How did I not hear about this?" he chuckled, "I would have loved to see scar head covered in puss filled boils."

Daria shot him a glare. "It's not funny."

Her anger didn't deter his amusement.

"So you're not the one who did it then?" she watched him suspiciously.

His face sobered slightly, "Afraid not. Maybe you should have asked me that before you started shooting spells at me."

Daria frowned, "I'd just assumed it was you trying to get back at me for on the train."

Draco raised his eyebrow, "You mean when you made it look like I was pissing myself in front of those cute girls? You think I'm still trying to get back at you for that?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Aren't you?"

He shook his head with a smirk, "Just because you hold a grudge doesn't mean everyone is as bent on revenge as you are."

"So you aren't going to try to publicly humiliate me?" Daria asked, still looking confused.

"I haven't been actively plotting it. No. You already make enough of a fool of yourself. You don't need my help," he retorted.

They continued scrubbing in silence for a few minutes before a new song started, 'Iris' by Goo Goo Dolls.

"What kind of music is this?" Draco questioned raising an eyebrow.

"It's muggle music," she replied.

He frowned in disapproval before he continued, "I've heard this song before."

"We danced to it over the summer," Daria retorted, with a scowl. "Remember? That was when you threatened me."

"There was muggle music playing in my house?!" Draco exclaimed incredulously.

"Yeah, you'd better fire your deejay," she rolled her eyes, "Lest people think you actually have decent tastes in music."

She heard Draco snort before he turned his attention back to his cauldron.

"I still can't see my reflection in this damn thing," he grumbled as spun his cauldron around in his hands.