The tension in Professor McGonagall's office was as thick as Hermione's hair on a rainy day. Her hands nervously fiddled with the loose leather of her armchair.
"I am extremely disappointed in both of your behavior." Professor McGonagall looked down on them from her seat behind the antique wooden desk covered in loose parchments and quills.
Hermione ducked her head down in shame. Something in Professor McGonagall's stare reminded her of her mothers reprimanding glare..
"Well get on with it then, it's nearly morning. What are you going to do about it." Malfoy sneered from the armchair beside Hermione's.
Her head swiveled up in shock. Did he somehow forget he was talking to a professor?
"Thank you for asking . I will be stripping the both of you of your prefect badges and giving you two months of detention." Professor McGonagall folded her hands in front of her.
"What? That's ridiculous!" Hermione and Malfoy chorused together in indignant alarm. Hermione turned towards him, she was met with an ugly glare.
Malfoy turned back to Professor McGonagall, "My father would never let that happen."
Professor McGonagall calmly replied, "If I were you, Mr. Malfoy, I would worry more about how your father will react to the… situation I walked in on thirty minutes ago than the punishment you may receive for them. Considering what it usually means when a young witch and wizard are found together past curfew."
Malfoys face paled, making the scarlet bruise forming on his jaw ever more prominent. Hermione turned her gaze back to her feet, one in a slipper and the other bare.