Note: Sorry it took so long, I was experiencing a case of writers block,
but I think I have it all sorted out now.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books or any of the characters nor do I claim to. I am not making money off of this it is for my own amusement.
*Draco's POV*
How could Professor Snape do this to him?!? Detention? With Granger? He would have to tell father about this in his next letter.
He grabbed his wand and shoved it in his robes pocket. He had to go down to the dungeon for the first night. He pushed the heavy doors open. Of course, Hermione was already there. He walked over and sat in the only other seat there was, the one right next to her. Snape quickly bustled in.
"You will be here all night until nine. Don't get comfortable. You will be making a potion, it should take you about three hours. The directions are on the board and the ingredients are in the cabinet. I will be back when detention is over. And I will know if you have left the classroom so don't try anything tricky," clearly he had something more important to do than stay there watching them argue. He grabbed a few papers off his desk and went out.
"Ok, Granger," said Draco, "You make the potion and I'll check to make sure it was made properly when you're done." He loved giving orders to other people. He had a very persuasive way of making them. But Hermione's face showed him that she wasn't giving up easily.
"Excuse me, but he gave detention to the both of us, I am not doing all the work while you relax. You can do one half, and I'll do the other." She told him in a bossy manner. Like usual. He gave a grunt of defeat and looked up at the board. They only needed seven ingredients. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out everything they needed.
*** "No! The Quibble Juice goes in last, Malfoy!" screamed Hermione, snatching the orange bottle from his hand.
"Look, I've seen my father make this before. I think I know what I'm doing." He said taking it back.
"No, your confusing this with the Extract of Warnog," she stated holding up a bottle of similar color, she added three drops before he could say anything.
"So that means the blood of a vampire goes in next." he muttered to himself and added half the bottle, like the directions said. It quickly turned a pale green color.
"I don't think that was the right one," she said peering over the cauldron. Draco backed away. The potion let off a foul stench and started bubbling.
All of the sudden there was a loud cracking sound and Hermione was launched backward and into a desk. She smacked her head on a corner and fell limply to the floor. Draco rushed over. There was blood streaming down from her forehead.
He panicked. The cauldron had exploded. He looked around for somebody that had maybe passed by, but there was no one. He placed his head to her chest to see if there was a heart beat or if she had stopped breathing. Luckily, she was just unconscious. He pulled her up and dragged her down the hall. He was halfway up the stairs when he noticed Professor McGonagall at the top.
"Hey!" he shouted, "Proffesor McGonagall! Help!" She turned and looked down the stairs at him.
"Oh my goodness! What happened?" she said rushing down the stairs and pulling Hermione into her arms. She didn't stay for answer, she had to get to the hospital wing fast. Draco jogged to keep up with her. 'What have I done?' he thought to himself. He was slightly worried, of course he had never liked Granger, but he never really wanted to hurt her.at least not THAT much.
He held open the door so they could get through. Madame Pomfry came rushing towards immediately.
"You may leave, Mr. Malfoy," said McGonagall laying Hermione in bed. And he did. He didn't want to stay too long and get everyone under the impression that he actually cared for her health.
The next day at breakfast she was released from the Hospital Wing.
*Hermione's POV*
Ron's eyes narrowed as he looked across the room. Hermione turned around to see what he was staring at. She immediately saw. It was Draco Malfoy
Turning back around she told him "Ron, I told you! It was an accident! It wasn't his fault at all he put in the wrong ingredient and it exploded! He even took care of me until he found help!" The last part was a lie. But she didn't want Ron to get mad at him if it wasn't his fault. He hadn't tried to hurt her.
"But Hermione, he could've done that on purpose, you never know what goes on in that head of his! For all we know he probably planned that!" he was red with anger.
A loud screech filled the room signaling that the mail was finally here. Ron stopped looking angry and turned to Harry. The both grinned.
"What did you guys do?" asked Hermione suspiciously. They said nothing, but they did nod towards Draco, who was opening a navy blue letter, with no return address as far as she could see. He certainly looked confused. All of the sudden it burst into flames and pansy let out a shriek. The table was swarming with rats the size of their heads. A few Slytherin's attempted to immobilize them but they when they tried they only multiplied. Draco was screaming in horror when three rats found their way up his robes, Goyle was trying to save Millicent Bulstrode from a rather large rat that bit her finger, and Crabbe was waving frantically at Hermione while fighting off a small swarm that was apparently attracted to his foul stench.
She stood up. "I can't believe you! Of all the dirty, distgusting, immature pranks! You two are so childish!" she stormed out of the room, followed by several other students.
"Hermione wait up!" called Ron from behind her. She ignored him.
"Please, Mione! It was only a joke, no reason to go off in a huff! That scum bag deserved it after what he did to you!" Hermione screamed in frustration and turned around to glare at him.
"Ronald Weasley! I told you a thousand times, IT WAS ONLY AN ACCIDENT! There was absolutely no excuse for that after I made it clear to you that he DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT! I'm taking off fifty points for EACH of you!" He looked dumbstruck.
"Don't take off points for Harry." he told her in an ashamed whisper, "It was my entire fault, my idea, he didn't have anything to do with it, I swear." He was looking at the floor.
"Fine, but if you expect me to ever talk to you again after this you have another thing coming!" And with that she turned around and marched back to the Head's Quarters.
When she got in she threw her books down on the floor, picked up a pillow and screamed into it until her throat hurt.
"Jesus Granger," said a familiar voice from the back of the room, "I could hear you all the way on the other side of the wall."
***
"Hermione!" called Seamus as he entered the Potions classroom, "What the hell did you do to Ron last night?"
She looked at him confused.
"You mean you didn't know?" squealed Lavender and scooted over next to her, "You made him cry, Granger!" she said as though it was something to be proud about.
Parvati, who was having a conversation with Dean leaned in and whispered excitedly, "He locked himself in the boys Dormitory, and wouldn't eat a single thing any of us brought up to him! He didn't come out all day. The boys even had to sleep in the common room in their robes!" She giggled.
"You must be a heartbreaker, Mione! I have never seen a boy act like that before!" said Lavender.
"What makes you so certain it was my fault?" she spat at them.
"Well, Hermione, you can't tell me that you didn't." they burst out laughing.
"What? I didn't what?"
"You mean to tell me," Parvati said through her fits of giggles, "That you didn't know that he liked you?!?" She started laughing again.
"Wow, for the smartest girl in school," said Lavender with a serious expression on her face, "You sure can be dumb. Everybody knows that he's been crazy about you since practically second year."
Her face turned red. Certainly she hadn't done that to him? No boy had ever liked her before. Well, Krum had been her boyfriend in her fourth year, but he never talked to her again after that. She had written rolls of parchment to him but not ONCE had he ever replied.
She felt herself glow with embarrassment. She had never thought of Rom as a boyfriend. He had always been like a big brother to her. The type of boy that makes sure that she gets only the best, and in a way, he had always done those sorts of things, but she had never thought it was because he had feelings for her.
She tried to ignore this. She wanted to find something that would take her mind off it. And she did. She looked across the room towards where the Slytherin's sat. And something caught her eye. Malfoy was staring at her ('Well, not at me, but he's staring at something near me, that's for sure. Wonder what it could be?'). He had a dazed sort of look, and his eyes were glazed over. It was strange, she had never seen him look like that. He almost looked like he cared about something more than himself. This came as a shock. 'Could the cold hearted Draco Malfoy possibly have a crush on someone?' she thought, smirking to herself. She looked around the room, picking out possible girls.
*Draco's POV*
He had no idea what he was looking at. It was something near Granger, it must have been. Why else would he have been staring in the direction of a mudblood? But why, then, did he keep glancing at her? She wasn't THAT interesting. Maybe it was the fact the he had less and less to make fun of her about. Her hair wasn't quite as bushy anymore, her teeth weren't as big, she wasn't as flat, she didn't take offense to the word 'mudblood' anymore, she had grown taller, and was very pretty. Or at least she would have been if it wasn't for the fact that she was Hermione Granger.
Apparently, she had taken notice that he was looking at something, and began to help him search for what it was.
"Drakey-Poo? What are you looking at?" whined Pansy, who had taken a seat right next to him.
"I told you to stop calling me that," he said through clenched teeth, "And mind your own damn business."
"Oh don't be silly!" she said giggling and scooting closer to him "Is that it?" she said pointing a stubby finger at Hermione, "Oh Drakey, I thought you could do a lot better than her." She made a disgusting face
"Obviously I can't," he said.
"You mean you ARE going out?"
"Yes, Pansy, Granger and I are the hottest new couple, I can't believe you haven't heard yet." he said sarcastically
"Oh!" she squealed at the top of her lung, "This is absolutely dreadful! I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"Well Pansy, you don't need to know everything that goes on in my life do you?"
"You and Granger?!?" she sounded horrified.
"Yes," he said, "Me and Hermione, I love her more than life itself, I might even propose next Hogsmeade weekend." He couldn't believe she hadn't figured out he was joking yet. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'At least now she'll stop acting like we're still going out.'
"So you've kissed her?" she said in a depressed voice. He cringed at the thought, but he nodded.
"So you would just walk up to her right now and do it? Even though Snape is teaching?" she said in a whisper.
"Yes, "he said.
"The do it." She told him with an evil grin. He gulped. How could he have not seen this coming? But if he didn't, she wouldn't leave him alone ever again. He stood up nervously.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" said Snape with a confused look on his face.
He felt his heart beating in his throat and his palms started to sweat. He walked over to Hermione. She looked up at him. Slowly he grew nearer and nearer until he was an inch away from her face, and then, surprisingly, he kissed her. It wasn't extremely long, but it definitely wasn't short. It hadn't been sloppy either, he lightly touched his lips to hers, and she didn't pull away. He tried to make it as passionate as he could, without getting too serious. He felt himself get hot, and then he stopped and pulled away.
Before he could see her, or anyone else's, reaction, he heard a retching noise. He looked towards the part of the room he heard it coming from. There was Snape, holding his stomach and leaning on his desk for support. His face was a pale green and there was a small bit of vomit on his robes.
"Class dismissed," he muttered as he rushed out of the classroom. He looked around as everyone stared at him, shocked. Pansy had dropped to the floor sometime earlier.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books or any of the characters nor do I claim to. I am not making money off of this it is for my own amusement.
*Draco's POV*
How could Professor Snape do this to him?!? Detention? With Granger? He would have to tell father about this in his next letter.
He grabbed his wand and shoved it in his robes pocket. He had to go down to the dungeon for the first night. He pushed the heavy doors open. Of course, Hermione was already there. He walked over and sat in the only other seat there was, the one right next to her. Snape quickly bustled in.
"You will be here all night until nine. Don't get comfortable. You will be making a potion, it should take you about three hours. The directions are on the board and the ingredients are in the cabinet. I will be back when detention is over. And I will know if you have left the classroom so don't try anything tricky," clearly he had something more important to do than stay there watching them argue. He grabbed a few papers off his desk and went out.
"Ok, Granger," said Draco, "You make the potion and I'll check to make sure it was made properly when you're done." He loved giving orders to other people. He had a very persuasive way of making them. But Hermione's face showed him that she wasn't giving up easily.
"Excuse me, but he gave detention to the both of us, I am not doing all the work while you relax. You can do one half, and I'll do the other." She told him in a bossy manner. Like usual. He gave a grunt of defeat and looked up at the board. They only needed seven ingredients. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out everything they needed.
*** "No! The Quibble Juice goes in last, Malfoy!" screamed Hermione, snatching the orange bottle from his hand.
"Look, I've seen my father make this before. I think I know what I'm doing." He said taking it back.
"No, your confusing this with the Extract of Warnog," she stated holding up a bottle of similar color, she added three drops before he could say anything.
"So that means the blood of a vampire goes in next." he muttered to himself and added half the bottle, like the directions said. It quickly turned a pale green color.
"I don't think that was the right one," she said peering over the cauldron. Draco backed away. The potion let off a foul stench and started bubbling.
All of the sudden there was a loud cracking sound and Hermione was launched backward and into a desk. She smacked her head on a corner and fell limply to the floor. Draco rushed over. There was blood streaming down from her forehead.
He panicked. The cauldron had exploded. He looked around for somebody that had maybe passed by, but there was no one. He placed his head to her chest to see if there was a heart beat or if she had stopped breathing. Luckily, she was just unconscious. He pulled her up and dragged her down the hall. He was halfway up the stairs when he noticed Professor McGonagall at the top.
"Hey!" he shouted, "Proffesor McGonagall! Help!" She turned and looked down the stairs at him.
"Oh my goodness! What happened?" she said rushing down the stairs and pulling Hermione into her arms. She didn't stay for answer, she had to get to the hospital wing fast. Draco jogged to keep up with her. 'What have I done?' he thought to himself. He was slightly worried, of course he had never liked Granger, but he never really wanted to hurt her.at least not THAT much.
He held open the door so they could get through. Madame Pomfry came rushing towards immediately.
"You may leave, Mr. Malfoy," said McGonagall laying Hermione in bed. And he did. He didn't want to stay too long and get everyone under the impression that he actually cared for her health.
The next day at breakfast she was released from the Hospital Wing.
*Hermione's POV*
Ron's eyes narrowed as he looked across the room. Hermione turned around to see what he was staring at. She immediately saw. It was Draco Malfoy
Turning back around she told him "Ron, I told you! It was an accident! It wasn't his fault at all he put in the wrong ingredient and it exploded! He even took care of me until he found help!" The last part was a lie. But she didn't want Ron to get mad at him if it wasn't his fault. He hadn't tried to hurt her.
"But Hermione, he could've done that on purpose, you never know what goes on in that head of his! For all we know he probably planned that!" he was red with anger.
A loud screech filled the room signaling that the mail was finally here. Ron stopped looking angry and turned to Harry. The both grinned.
"What did you guys do?" asked Hermione suspiciously. They said nothing, but they did nod towards Draco, who was opening a navy blue letter, with no return address as far as she could see. He certainly looked confused. All of the sudden it burst into flames and pansy let out a shriek. The table was swarming with rats the size of their heads. A few Slytherin's attempted to immobilize them but they when they tried they only multiplied. Draco was screaming in horror when three rats found their way up his robes, Goyle was trying to save Millicent Bulstrode from a rather large rat that bit her finger, and Crabbe was waving frantically at Hermione while fighting off a small swarm that was apparently attracted to his foul stench.
She stood up. "I can't believe you! Of all the dirty, distgusting, immature pranks! You two are so childish!" she stormed out of the room, followed by several other students.
"Hermione wait up!" called Ron from behind her. She ignored him.
"Please, Mione! It was only a joke, no reason to go off in a huff! That scum bag deserved it after what he did to you!" Hermione screamed in frustration and turned around to glare at him.
"Ronald Weasley! I told you a thousand times, IT WAS ONLY AN ACCIDENT! There was absolutely no excuse for that after I made it clear to you that he DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT! I'm taking off fifty points for EACH of you!" He looked dumbstruck.
"Don't take off points for Harry." he told her in an ashamed whisper, "It was my entire fault, my idea, he didn't have anything to do with it, I swear." He was looking at the floor.
"Fine, but if you expect me to ever talk to you again after this you have another thing coming!" And with that she turned around and marched back to the Head's Quarters.
When she got in she threw her books down on the floor, picked up a pillow and screamed into it until her throat hurt.
"Jesus Granger," said a familiar voice from the back of the room, "I could hear you all the way on the other side of the wall."
***
"Hermione!" called Seamus as he entered the Potions classroom, "What the hell did you do to Ron last night?"
She looked at him confused.
"You mean you didn't know?" squealed Lavender and scooted over next to her, "You made him cry, Granger!" she said as though it was something to be proud about.
Parvati, who was having a conversation with Dean leaned in and whispered excitedly, "He locked himself in the boys Dormitory, and wouldn't eat a single thing any of us brought up to him! He didn't come out all day. The boys even had to sleep in the common room in their robes!" She giggled.
"You must be a heartbreaker, Mione! I have never seen a boy act like that before!" said Lavender.
"What makes you so certain it was my fault?" she spat at them.
"Well, Hermione, you can't tell me that you didn't." they burst out laughing.
"What? I didn't what?"
"You mean to tell me," Parvati said through her fits of giggles, "That you didn't know that he liked you?!?" She started laughing again.
"Wow, for the smartest girl in school," said Lavender with a serious expression on her face, "You sure can be dumb. Everybody knows that he's been crazy about you since practically second year."
Her face turned red. Certainly she hadn't done that to him? No boy had ever liked her before. Well, Krum had been her boyfriend in her fourth year, but he never talked to her again after that. She had written rolls of parchment to him but not ONCE had he ever replied.
She felt herself glow with embarrassment. She had never thought of Rom as a boyfriend. He had always been like a big brother to her. The type of boy that makes sure that she gets only the best, and in a way, he had always done those sorts of things, but she had never thought it was because he had feelings for her.
She tried to ignore this. She wanted to find something that would take her mind off it. And she did. She looked across the room towards where the Slytherin's sat. And something caught her eye. Malfoy was staring at her ('Well, not at me, but he's staring at something near me, that's for sure. Wonder what it could be?'). He had a dazed sort of look, and his eyes were glazed over. It was strange, she had never seen him look like that. He almost looked like he cared about something more than himself. This came as a shock. 'Could the cold hearted Draco Malfoy possibly have a crush on someone?' she thought, smirking to herself. She looked around the room, picking out possible girls.
*Draco's POV*
He had no idea what he was looking at. It was something near Granger, it must have been. Why else would he have been staring in the direction of a mudblood? But why, then, did he keep glancing at her? She wasn't THAT interesting. Maybe it was the fact the he had less and less to make fun of her about. Her hair wasn't quite as bushy anymore, her teeth weren't as big, she wasn't as flat, she didn't take offense to the word 'mudblood' anymore, she had grown taller, and was very pretty. Or at least she would have been if it wasn't for the fact that she was Hermione Granger.
Apparently, she had taken notice that he was looking at something, and began to help him search for what it was.
"Drakey-Poo? What are you looking at?" whined Pansy, who had taken a seat right next to him.
"I told you to stop calling me that," he said through clenched teeth, "And mind your own damn business."
"Oh don't be silly!" she said giggling and scooting closer to him "Is that it?" she said pointing a stubby finger at Hermione, "Oh Drakey, I thought you could do a lot better than her." She made a disgusting face
"Obviously I can't," he said.
"You mean you ARE going out?"
"Yes, Pansy, Granger and I are the hottest new couple, I can't believe you haven't heard yet." he said sarcastically
"Oh!" she squealed at the top of her lung, "This is absolutely dreadful! I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"Well Pansy, you don't need to know everything that goes on in my life do you?"
"You and Granger?!?" she sounded horrified.
"Yes," he said, "Me and Hermione, I love her more than life itself, I might even propose next Hogsmeade weekend." He couldn't believe she hadn't figured out he was joking yet. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'At least now she'll stop acting like we're still going out.'
"So you've kissed her?" she said in a depressed voice. He cringed at the thought, but he nodded.
"So you would just walk up to her right now and do it? Even though Snape is teaching?" she said in a whisper.
"Yes, "he said.
"The do it." She told him with an evil grin. He gulped. How could he have not seen this coming? But if he didn't, she wouldn't leave him alone ever again. He stood up nervously.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" said Snape with a confused look on his face.
He felt his heart beating in his throat and his palms started to sweat. He walked over to Hermione. She looked up at him. Slowly he grew nearer and nearer until he was an inch away from her face, and then, surprisingly, he kissed her. It wasn't extremely long, but it definitely wasn't short. It hadn't been sloppy either, he lightly touched his lips to hers, and she didn't pull away. He tried to make it as passionate as he could, without getting too serious. He felt himself get hot, and then he stopped and pulled away.
Before he could see her, or anyone else's, reaction, he heard a retching noise. He looked towards the part of the room he heard it coming from. There was Snape, holding his stomach and leaning on his desk for support. His face was a pale green and there was a small bit of vomit on his robes.
"Class dismissed," he muttered as he rushed out of the classroom. He looked around as everyone stared at him, shocked. Pansy had dropped to the floor sometime earlier.