The next few weeks were horrible for Harry. He couldn't walk down the hall without receiving a dirty glance from every one of the female population, even Slytherin. Hermione wasn't talking to him. She had even burst into tears at the sight of him for the first few days. But now, there was nothing. He was miserable. Even most of the males weren't talking to him. One time a Quidditch practice, he was sure Angelina had taken the bat from one of the beaters and pelted the bludger towards him. He deserved it though.

The most peculiar thing happened in potions that Thursday. They were all in potions and Professor Snape was talking about where to find a mimbo (for a new potion.) "This gem can be found only in the sap from a maple tree..." He said when Hermione raised her hand. "Professor?" She called. "A mimbo can also be found in the roots the maple tree..." "No they can not Miss. Granger. Do not interrupt my class." "But sir, it says right here..." She showed him the page in her text book. Mimbo's can be found in the sap of a maple tree and in its roots... "Is that all Ms. Granger?" He asked with anger in his voice. "Yes thank you." She said as she smiled to him. "You bloody idiot." She mumbled under her breath, a little too loudly. "What was that Miss. Granger?" "Nothing sir." She replied. "What did you call me?" He asked again. "I called you a bloody idiot sir." She said, staring into her book. "Right, detention." Hermione's facial expression didn't change. "Fine." She said. "With Mr. Filtch." "Fine." She said again, not moving. "MISS GRANGER GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!" "FINE!" she screamed, gathering her books. She slammed the door shut and walked out to the courtyard. Did she just do that? Call one of her teachers a bloody idiot? She felt better though.

Hermione was not looking forward to detention with Filtch. But little did she know, she would not be alone. Hermione reached Filtch's office, and who else was standing there but Draco Malfoy himself. Hermione rolled her eyes and made her way over. Surprisingly enough, he didn't say anything. The two stood silently, waiting for the caretaker to show up. Five minutes later, he turned around the corner. "Right you two. You get to help me polish the silverware today..." But just as he was about to continue, Neville Longbottom cane skidding around the corner. "Mr. Filtch! Mr. Filtch! Peeves is playing pin the tail on Mrs. Norris!" Mr. Filtch turned bright red as he turned to the two of them. "You two stay here." He ordered, locking them in his office.

Hermione sat down on the floor, Draco on the other side of the room. They sat in silence for a while, and then, surprisingly enough, Draco spoke first. "I never hated you you know." He said to her. "Then what was the entire moodblood thing about?" "Well, I'm a prat aren't I? I didn't know how to tell you I liked you." This took Hermione by surprise. "I don't think you're better looking as a ferret. If that makes it any better." They both chuckled. "So, do you want to make a truce then?" Draco asked her. "Alright then." She responded. Draco got up and moved right in front of her. "So, you like me then?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Draco said. The two were silent for a while.
"So, you know what I'm here for. Why are you here?" She asked him.
"Hanging a first year from the flag pole by his underwear." He said casually. Hermione let out a full laugh, the first one she had in weeks. Draco grinned at the thought of making her smile.
"That's better. Haven't seen you smile in weeks. You were normally all laughs when you were with Harry." That smile faded. "Sorry." He apologized quickly.
"Don't worry about it; it's done with the two of us now."
"Ah, he was a prat anyway." Draco said. Another grin came across her face and Draco felt better. He reached into his robes and dug out a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans.
"Do you want some?" He asked her, offering the box to her. She took a few and popped one into her mouth. Draco did the same.
"Ooo, cinnamon." She said.
"Bleh, earthworm." He said, spitting his out. Hermione laughed again. The two sat together, crossed legged on the floor, talking about any particular subject that came their way. They talked about Quidditch, classes, and what each did on their summer holidays. Before they knew it, two hours had passed. Filtch finally came back and let them out.
"You two got out of it this time, but next time..." and he went on about how he was going to wring their necks, and tie them tie them to a tree if they ever got in trouble again.
"Do, you want me to walk you back to the common room then?" He asked her.
"Please do." The two set off down the hall, still talking to one another. They took their time getting there. When they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione was just about to say thank you when Draco cut in.
"The next Hogsmead trip is next weekend. Do you want to go together?" He managed to get out in one breath. Hermione felt her cheeks go red.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, I understand..."
"No! No, I do want to go with you!" She said. Draco broke out in a huge smile.
"Okay then. I'll pick you up here, on Saturday morning."
"Thank you. I had fun this afternoon." She said to him.
"As did I." He replied. "I'll see you in Potions tomorrow morning then?'
"Yes, see you then." Hermione watched Draco walk off, and then went into the common room, a big smile on her face. There were Ron and Harry, sitting on the sofa in front of the fire.
You look awfully happy after detention with dirtbag," Ron said. "What happened, did he turn into a toad?"
"No, he asked me out." The two boys laughed.
"How did you decline? Did you slap him again? Or did you nail his socks to the bulletin board?"
"Actually, I said yes."
"But Hermione! It's MALFOY!!!" The two said in unison.
"Well thank you for pointing out that vital piece on information captains of the bleedin obvious."