"You should be grateful your spell didn't hit Draco. Or else his father would've come to school. Then you wouldn't be seeing a howler, but your mother herself." You said, laughing at Ron who glared at you.

"You think this is funny!? You should've been in Slytherin!"

"I'm caring for you! How could you!" You cried, feigning heartbreak. Ron snorted.

"I don't believe you. You're just a snake in lion's clothing!"

It was almost lunchtime, you guys were walking towards the Great Hall when you were stopped by McGonagall. Harry and Ron had detention tonight. Ron was sent to wipe the trophy room with Filch, Harry went with Lockhart to help answer his fan mail. You and Hermione decided to go help them. Hermione went for Lockhart, obviously. Why else would this girl waste up precious study time? You decided to go help Ron, you wanted nothing to do with Gilderoy Lockhart. You didn't notice Pansy following you as you slipped into the trophy room. The second she saw where you went, she quickly dashed back to the Slytherin common room.

Draco's POV

"Merlin's pants! Where did Dumbledore find an idiot like Lockhart?! My father will hear about this!" You cried, glaring at the essay you held in your hand. At this exact moment, Pansy rushed into the room.

"Pansy, what on earth are you doing running around like a maniac?" You ask scornfully.

"You have no idea! I just discovered one heck of a secret!" Pansy responds, plopping down on the sofa next to you.

"What gossip is it this time? It's not like I care." You look back to your essay. You were NOT in the mood to deal with Pansy's blabbering.

"You'll care this time. It's about Caeru and Weasley." You look at Pansy strangely. What? You motion for Pansy to continue.

"I saw Caeru tailing after Filch and Weasley, so I followed her-"

"Get to the point!" You say impatiently.

"Filch left, Caeru went in. They're now alone in the Trophy Room. Do you think they like each other?" Pansy nestled up to you, her eyes glinting with malice.

You push Pansy away and sprint out of the Common Room. The Trophy Room eh? Sylvia you better not be doing ANYTHING bad with Weasel. Or else I will murder you!

You pause for a moment. Anything bad? You blush at that thought. What are you thinking? You quicken your pace once more.

In your hurry, you don't even realize that Blaise Zaibini was following close behind.

Sylvia POV

"How are you doing Ron?" Ron spun around, surprised to see you.

"Sylvia?! What are you doing here?"

"To help you!" You pick up a cloth from the bucket, but then you notice Ron eyeing you suspiciously.

"You're here to humiliate me, aren't you?! You're a Slytherin through and through!" Ron remembered the times you had mocked him and became certain that the Sorting hat had made a mistake. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm serious! I'm not that evil! Hermione's ran off to Lockhart's, so I graciously decided to come and help YOU! How else do you think you're going to deal with all these trophies?" You gesture around the room.

"I can't use ma-" He pukes again. You rush over with a bucket and pat him on the back.

"Ew." You cry, shifting your body slightly away from him. Ron looks up at you, exasperated.

"Wow, direct much?"

"YOU! WHAT IS GOING-" You roll your eyes when you hear the familiar roar of Draco. Here we go again.

"Sylvia! You... You.." Draco walked in to find you 'fondly' stroking Ron's back. He grabs your hand and pulls you fiercely away from Ron, eyes blazing.

"Hey let go of Sy-" Ron pukes again and you turn away, disgusted.

"What are you doing with that Weasel?" Draco whispered fiercely.

"What are you doing here?" For some reason, you allow Draco to hold onto your hand. You don't dislike his touch, even if his grip's a bit too firm right now.

"I'm asking the questions now!" He lifts up your chin, forcing you to look into his gray-blue eyes.

"What do you think we were doing?" You shoot back. You were still mad at him, after all.

"Want me to show you?" He moves in closer, your lips only inches apart. Your heart skips a beat. This was not what you expected him to do. You close your eyes in terror. Your lips were close, too close. You swear if someone dared give you a push right now, they would be very, very dead.

"You troll, why are you closing your eyes?" You open your eyes to find Draco smirking at you. Your face flushes bright red.

"HOW DARE YOU!" You raise your fist to hit him. Draco grabs you fist and slinks his other arm around your waist, bringing you into his arms.

"Did you want to kiss me? Sylvia?" He asks softly in your ear. That was the final straw for you. You smack the cloth in your hand to his face. He let's go of you and you back away, eyes shining.

"Merlin Sylvia! How could you throw something so dirty in my face?!" You ignore him, turning around. Furious, Draco storms out of the room.

Outside

Blaise stood outside the door, folding his arms across his chest. "You shouldn't have done that, Draco."

Draco was surprised to see Blaise, but he quickly gathered his composure. "I'm a Slytherin Blaise, I know what I'm doing."

"Even if Caeru's gotten you under her spell, you shouldn't forget who you are. I've said that many times."

"A Malfoy won't get hung up over a woman. You don't have to remind me, Blaise, I know what I'm doing." Draco turns the corner and disappears. Blaise sighed.

I guess even I don't have the right to remind you anymore, Draco.

Trophy Room

"You alright Sylvie? He didn't do anything to you, right?" You remember Draco's flirty actions and blush. Ron stared at you.

"Merlin! Did Malfoy hit you with a spell?! Fear not! I'll save you!" Ron points his 'legendary' wand at you, prepared to help you. Your eyes narrow.

"... Ron, are you challenging me to a duel?" You pull out your wand and take the standard wizard-dueling stance, pointing your wand back at him. Ron gawks at you.

"Slyvia! That's rude!" You roll your eyes as tuck your wand back in your pocket and shift your gaze back to the trophies.

"Look Sylvia! These are from fifty years ago!" Ron is suddenly back, waving a trophy in your face. "Tom Riddle. Sounds like the name of your average neighbor's six-year-old son."

"Ronald Weasely! You're in detention! Stop loitering, I don't want to be here all night!" You yell, trying to stifle a yawn.

It was almost midnight when you two finished your task. As you trudge back to the Gryffindor Tower, you find Crabbe and Goyle standing guard.

"What are you doing here?" You eye the two suspiciously.

The two boys light up with happiness at the sight of you. Quickly, they check the clock.

"11:58 pm!" Then they dash away. You and Ron exchange a confused look.

"What was that all about?" asked Ron.