Chap 1, more to come if people like
Trophies
"Hermione!" Ron yelled as he and Harry sprinted down the
hallway towards their friend as she was walking to dinner.
A tall girl
with brown hair looked up, saw the boys, and stopped to wait with a frustrated
look on her face.
"We just
heard the news!" said Harry, his face falling from a smile into a tight look of
fear upon seeing Hermione's face. She
glared at both of her friends, letting them know that she was not pleased with
spreading the news about.
"Is it
true?" asked Ron cautiously, slowly trying to hide his tall frame behind Harry.
"It is" she
replied curtly.
"What
happened?" said Harry, throwing caution to the wind and risking a large
argument and telling to.
"I don't
want to talk about it here" she said through gritted teeth
"Well,
after dinner then?" said Ron brightly.
Hermione glared at him, but seemed to agree.
After
dinner all three Gryfindor 7th years walked quickly up to their
common room before many people had finished so they could have some privacy.
"So," said
Ron quickly when they had found a quite corner to sit in, "what happened"
"We heard
you have your 1st detention of your entire life, but what did you
do?" asked Harry, his green eyes shining in amusement.
" Oh dear,"
said Hermione with a short sigh, "Well, I wanted Professor Sprout to check over
my essay before I handed it in tomorrow, so after Arithmancy I went out to the
greenhouse to find her. When I got
there, the last class was just getting out.
It was the Slytherin and Ravenclaw 7th years," she explained
twisting the hem of her robes around her fingers.
She looked up at her two friends
who appeared all to eager to get to the explanation for the punishment.
"Well, Professor Sprout was busy so
I decided to wait for her. Malfoy
noticed me and started complaining loudly about know-it-alls and how annoying
they were. I knew he was just trying to
get me upset so I ignored him, but he got closer and then started in on
muggle-born witches and wizards and how Hogwarts is awful for letting in anyone
who isn't pureblood. By that time he
was right next to me. He called me
mudblood and I just couldn't take it anymore, he's bothered me long enough. So I hit him, hard, right across the face, I
don't know what came over me.
Unfortunately, Professor Sprout was watching it all and gave me AND
Malfoy detentions. Tonight we have to
polish all the trophies in the trophy room, without magic, together."
Both boys winced and recoiled from
the news.
"Yikes," said Ron, "When do you
have to go?"
"In 5 minutes" said Hermione
"Sorry," said Harry with a look of
sympathy on his face.
"Well," sighed Hermione, "I'd
better go. I'll see you guys later or
tomorrow if it takes a long time."
She slowly got up and looked around
her, feeling slightly naked without her usually heavy book-bag. Shrugging, she slowly trudged out the
portrait hole.
When she got to the trophy room,
Draco Malfoy was walking in the door at the other end of the room. They stood, at either ends of the room,
glaring at each other. Professor Sprout
walked quickly into the room, rubbing some dirt off the palms of her hands on
her robes. She gave them each a sharp
look over her spectacles.
"Every trophy in this room must be
cleaned," she said, gesturing to the walls filled, floor to ceiling, with every
kind of trophy, plaque, cup, and award possible.
"No one will be able to pass
through these doors in either direction until every last bit of metal has been
cleaned and polished. These awards have
also been charmed and no amount of magical scrubbing will get them clean, nor
will they stay clean unless you communicate civilly with each other. If you don't tell each other what you have
cleaned and what you haven't, everything will stay dirty and you will polish
yourselves dizzy. And if you want to be
done by Monday's classes, I suggest you get started right away."
Professor Sprout summoned a large
bucket that she had left by the door and set it down in between Hermione and
Malfoy.
"Here's everything you'll need,
polish, sponges, rags and a bottomless bucket of warm water. See you when you finish."
She quickly rushed back out of the
room. Hermione went and looked at their
supplies while Malfoy inspected the door.
He grumbled loudly after trying to push his way through and finding the
doorway completely blocked. Hermione
quickly shoved a sponge into Malfoy's hand.
"Better get to work," she mumbled,
not seeing the evil look he was sending her from the depths of his steely-gray
eyes.
They worked in silence for hours,
until it was late into the night and not another soul was awake in the entire
castle. Hermione leaned back to stretch
her shoulders after hunching down cleaning one Edward J. Calhoun's award for
perfect attendance, when she saw Malfoy begin cleaning a plaque she had already
polished to a high gloss.
"Hey!" she said violently "I
already cleaned that!"
"Well, then you should have told
me, we should have communicated because its dirty again, mudblood" drawled
Malfoy with a sneer on his face and in his voice
"DON"T CALL ME MUDBLOOD!" screamed
Hermione at the top of her voice, "That's what got us both in trouble in the
first place! We wouldn't be here if it
wasn't for you!" she exclaimed, standing up forcefully.
"You slugging me was what got us
here!" said Malfoy, crossing the room with huge strides of his long legs.
"I wouldn't have slapped you if you
hadn't been harassing me!" She
bellowed, gesturing wildly with her arms, her wavy hair returning to its
natural bushy-ness.
"You deserved it!" Malfoy cried
back at her, his perfect silver-blond hair falling into his eyes, raising his
arms above his head.
"I did not!" yelled Hermione.
They both started yelling at each
other, gesturing crazily, getting more and more in each other's face until they
were nearly nose-to-nose, both screaming about the wrongdoings of the other.
Suddenly, in the midst of all the
yelling and accusations and screaming and wild gesticulation, Hermione wrapped
her arms around Malfoy's pale neck and kissed him, hard, on his open
mouth. Quickly she pulled away, obviously
ashamed and embarrassed at what she had just done. Malfoy had been stunned into silence and immobility, but he
quickly came to and grabbed Hermione around the waist, pulling her into a much
longer and more passionate kiss. His
arms tightened around her waist as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck,
pull themselves closer together.
