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            "Well? Lets talk about this," Professor McGonagall asked.

            Malfoy blinked. "Professor…I don't know what you're talking about."

            Hermione shot a hateful look in Malfoy's direction. "She means that we have to sort out all of this ridiculous nonsense going on between us. Though," She sighed," I don't know what would make us not hate each other."

            Professor McGonagall looked over at Hermione, "That is what I want to talk about," She looked over at Malfoy, "It seems to me, and a few other teachers here, that you two are going out of your way to annoy each other."

            Hermione stood up, "He's always gone out of his way to piss Ron, Harry, and I off!"

            "Miss Granger would you kindly control your temper and sit down." Professor McGonagall looked like this episode had not fazed her.

            Hermione scowled and sat down.

            Malfoy snickered.

            The Professor sighed, "You need to tell me what is going on with you two one at a time. Mr. Malfoy, you first. What do you have against Miss Granger?"

            Hermione stared at Malfoy for a moment, hoping he would call her a Mudblood so he would get a detention.

            "Well, she's just extremely annoying and she is in everyone's business!" Malfoy stated simply.

            Hermione looked offended.

            Professor McGonagall sighed and nodded. "And you, Miss Granger?"
            Hermione glared at Malfoy, "Well, he's always been horrible to Harry, and I was just ticked off! He calls me a Mudblood everyday!"

            Professor McGonagall looked over at Malfoy and raised an eyebrow. "Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?"

            Malfoy looked over at Hermione. "Well, it's true."

            Professor McGonagall looked astounded and extremely angry at the same time.

            Hermione wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart.

            The Professor shook her head. "That is a very rude thing to say to anyone, therefore, you will have detention, Mr. Malfoy."

            Malfoy jumped away from the wall and pointed at Hermione. "And she gets nothing for slapping me?!" His cheek was still red.

            Professor McGonagall sighed heavily. "There's not doubt in my mind that you deserved it, but fighting is against school rules. Miss Granger, you will also have detention."

            Hermione nodded, accepting her punishment. It was worth it. She thought as she smiled at Malfoy, herself slapping him replaying in her mind over and over.

            Malfoy scowled at her. He looked back over to the Professor. "When do I have to serve it?"

            Professor McGonagall smiled. "Both of you will serve it tonight. Three hours."

            Hormone's jaw dropped. Okay, maybe now it wasn't worth it…

            Malfoy smiled. "Well, can we go?"

            Professor McGonagall nodded. "Go back to the Grand Hall."

            And with that, Hermione and Malfoy walked out of the room. They walked as far apart as they could. Every once in a while, Hermione would glance over at him. He noticed this. "Granger, I would really like it if you would stop staring at me,"

            Hermione turned a deep red, "I wasn't staring at you, Malfoy! You don't—,"

            Malfoy stopped and shook a finger at Hermione, "Now Granger, you don't want to go say anything that could get you in trouble, now do you?"

            Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

            Malfoy looked taken aback, but that look was soon replaced by him laughing. "Oh, yes, Granger, VERY mature." He sighed and shrugged, "You and Weasley must have been made for each other!"

            Hermione gasped and shot a look of disgust at him. "You're the immature one, Malfoy."

            "You didn't see me sticking my tongue out at you, did you?" He grinned. Annoying her is so much fun. I should do it more often.

            Hermione let out a snort and glared at him. "Whatever."

            Malfoy pretended to look surprised. "What? The wonderful Miss Granger can not think of a comeback!? This is amazing."

            Hermione growled and looked away quickly. "I don't know why you have to be so horrible, Malfoy."

            Malfoy crossed his arms and sighed loudly. "Are you sure you want to know?"

            Hermione looked over at him, "That's why I asked,"

            He paused for a moment and looked at the ground before looking back to her. He started to walk toward her slowly.

            What is he doing? Hermione thought.

            Malfoy stopped about a foot in front of her and leaned toward her. He stared into her eyes.

            Hermione felt herself turn red. Why is he staring at me like that?

            Malfoy slowly smirked. Why not mess with her?

            Hermione yelped as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.

            He slowly lowers his mouth to her ear and whispered. "If you really want to know…"

            Hermione shuddered. His voice tickled her ear as he spoke. What's happening…?

            He grinned smugly and pulled away. "Hmm…I'm hungry." He started to walk away from her.

            Hermione shook out of her daze. "Wh-what!?"

            He looked back at her. "I said I'm hungry." He grinned. Ha, look at her blushing!

            She scowled, still red as an apple. "I can't believe you! That can't be the reason!"

            Malfoy walked back to her and took her chin in one of his hands. "And you'll never know," Let the games begin. He had a smug look on his face, "Hermione." He pulled his hand away and started walking back toward the Grand Hall.

            Hermione watched him walk off, unable to move her legs. He…he just said my name! She said to herself. What's going on! She shook out of her daze and made her way to the Grand Hall.

            When she got there, Malfoy was already at the Slytherin table with his friends. She watched him as she walked over to the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron had come back, "Harry, Ron,"

            Harry smiled up at her. "You okay Hermione?" She looked pale.

            Hermione shook her head. "You've no idea what just happened…"

This is my attempt at a cliffhanger. I don't think I did very well though. . Please review!