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Pansy Parkinson sneered at Hermione as she pulled her hand away from the girls' shoulder. Millicent Bulstrode stood next to her, smirking, with her arms crossed. Pansy glared down at the brunette. "Do you think you have a chance with him, Mudblood?"
Hermione sighed, "I don't know what you're talking about." She stood up and glared back at Pansy.
Malfoy glanced over and saw Pansy and Millicent trying to tower over Hermione. He blinked.
"Don't get smart, Granger!" Pansy yelled before she pushed the girl.
Hermione stumbled back a bit, but never took her eyes off of Pansy, "Oh, please. Don't tell me your jealous of me because I have detention with that," She pointed at Malfoy.
Pansy's eyes filled with anger and she swung her hand out toward Hermione and smacked her square in the cheek. "Don't you dare call him 'that' you pathetic Mudblood!" She yelled.
The force of the slap was weak and Hermione winced but didn't move.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and sighed. Pansy…no matter how many times I tell her that I detest her, she still acts like I'm her boyfriend. He walked over and pushed in-between Pansy and Millicent. "How many times do I have to tell you, Pansy, that I don't like you. I think you're an extreme annoyance."
Pansy didn't look at all insulted, "Draco! Haven't you noticed her staring at you all the time?"
Hermione bent down and grabbed her bag. "Don't waste your time, Malfoy…" She pushed past Pansy and Millicent and made toward the door.
The two Slytherin girls growled as they watched Hermione walk out the classroom door. Pansy turned to say something to Malfoy, but he was already walking away from them.
A few hours later, everyone was dismissed to the Grand Hall. Hermione walked in with Harry and Ron at her side, "Really, I don't need you guys to guard me! Pansy can't hit at all."
Harry sighed. "But they might find someone who CAN hit, Hermione."
Ron nodded in agreement.
She shrugged as they took their seat. She glanced at the Slytherin table and laughed at the sight. Pansy and Millicent were trying desperately hard to talk to Malfoy, but he just sat there, enjoying his lunch, looking content as ever. Ignoring them. Hermione laughed to herself.
Harry and Ron looked at Hermione and then to the direction that she was smiling. Ron poked Hermione. "Uh…Earth to Hermione. Come in? HELLOOOOO?"
Hermione jumped. "W-what?" She saw Ron and Harry looking at her in the strangest way. "Oh stop looking at me like that!" She yelled.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was desperately trying to ignore the two annoying girls. He heard someone call his name and turned to his left. "What?"
One of the Slytherin boys grinned. "Oh, Aurick and I were just making a bet on whether or not you could get the Mudblood Granger to confess that she likes you."
Malfoy grinned. "That won't be hard."
Aurick laughed. "Then prove it. I bet you 50 galleons."
Malfoy shrugged. "What ever." He glanced over at Hermione, who he caught looking at him. "This'll be a piece of cake." He thought out loud.
A while later, Hermione made her way to detention with Professor Mcgonagall. She walked in and saw that Malfoy was already there and seated. The Professor was nowhere to be seen. Hermione sat down.
"She said she'd be back in a few minutes." Malfoy said, his voice sounding bored.
Hermione looked over at him and nodded. "Oh…"
"So is it true?"
The brunette looked over at Malfoy, "What?"
He smirked. "Is it true that you fancy me?"
Hermione felt herself turn red. She tried to hide it, "I've no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy."
He grinned, "What ever…" And with that, he turned around. I have to get her to say it…
Hermione wanted to die. Just because I was looking at him? She glanced over. A few strands of his almost platinum blonde hair hung in his eyes as he sat there, resting his chin in his hands. I can't help but admit…he is quite good looking. I'll kill myself before I told anyone that, though.
Malfoy had the feeling that she was staring at him and he turned around. He was right; she was. He grinned widely and waved. This is getting really ridiculous! All because I said her name! Ha!
Hermione blushed and pulled an open book up to cover her face. He knows. Oh, god, he knows! She mentally kicked herself. After a few minutes, she was sure her blush had faded away and she put the book down. Where IS Professor McGonagall?! She thought. She took a lock of hair into her hand and twirled it around her finger, every once in a while looking behind her at the door for the teacher to show up.
An hour had passed since Malfoy had waved at her. She sighed and looked around. "What does she expect us to do!? This is so boring!" She exclaimed.
No one answered her. She expected Malfoy to say something, "Malfoy?" She blinked and stood up. "Malfoy?" She said again. She walked over to his desk. His head was in his arms, which were folded. She smiled. He's asleep.
A few strands of his hair were dangling in his face.
Hermione felt herself start to blush. Why do I like him all of a sudden! I shouldn't like him…it's wrong. Her gaze fell back onto his face. She smiled to herself again and walked away from the desk, back to her own. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Sorry I am late." She said in a huff.
Malfoy jumped, practically falling out of his chair, "What the—,"
The Professor chuckled at him. "I'm sorry you were bored, Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione watched him rub his eyes. He yawned and looked tiredly at the Professor. "So what are we supposed to do? After all, this IS detention." He stated.
The Professor sat down. "You and Miss Granger, for your punishment, are to get along the rest of your detention time. Miss Granger, move up here and take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione nodded and stood up. This is bad. She walked over to the desk he was sitting at and sat down. Malfoy watched her as she did so.
He looked away and made an attempt at falling back to sleep, but Professor McGonagall dropped a book on the floor in front of him. "No falling asleep while I'm here, Mr. Malfoy."
He shook his fist at her. "But it's boring!!"
She shrugged. "Oh well. It won't be boring if you talk to Miss Granger, now will it?" She asked.
Hermione blinked at her.
Malfoy sighed. "As long as she doesn't lecture me about the History of Hogwarts or talk about Harry Potter." He spat out Harry's last name as if it was the name of something vile.
Hermione snorted. "Oh, please…"
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at them, as if threatening them to go any further.
Malfoy, who was resting his chin on his left hand, looked at Hermione, "So, how are…things?"
Hermione blinked at him. What a pathetic attempt to making conversation. "Fine. How are things with you?"
Professor McGonagall snorted. "Come on now."
Let's see…making Granger blush would be amusing. Let's try it. Malfoy thought. He smiled the most attractive smile that he could conjure up. "Hermione, why don't we use our first names?"
Hermione turned beet red. Wh-what should I say to that!?
Ah. Another failed attempt at a cliffhanger. -_-;; Oh well. Hope you like it. Review please! Oh, this might be the last chapter for this week (I have to go to my dad's house for the every other weekend visit. ::whine:: no fair…)