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Chapter Two - Slipping Among The Soap Suds
Hermione sighed as she entered the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Harry and Ron sitting in their usual spots by the fire.
"Hey guys." She muttered half-heartedly as she sat down next to them.
"Well? What happened?" Ron asked apprehensively.
Hermione paused. "Detention." She mumbled. "A whole week's worth, all of them with Malfoy."
Harry yelled out in outrage. "That's not fair! You didn't do anything!"
"Well..." Hermione said softly.
"Yeah! Malfoy should be in trouble not you!" Ron said earnestly.
"Yeah but..." Hermione tried to say.
"You should try talking to McGonagall, Hermione, she really likes you, maybe she'll let you off." Harry suggested.
"Harry, she won't let me off, she was serious about this." Hermione sighed.
"Are you sure?" Harry queried.
"Positive. She was furious."
"I'm so sorry Hermione." Ron whispered and Harry nodded in agreement.
"It's alright you guys, it's just a week...what's the worst that could happen?"
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"Could this get any worse?!" Malfoy exclaimed later that night. Professor McGonagall made Hermione and Malfoy scrub out the bedpans in the Hospital Wing with no magic and Filch to oversee them.
"I don't know, Malfoy, it would be better if you would stop complaining already!" Hermione spat, working on her third bedpan already.
"Unlike you, Granger, I was never a muggle and I'm not used to this type of torture!"
"You don't even know what real torture is, Mudblood. And if I were you, I'd shut up while I was ahead." Malfoy responded darkly. "But then again...If I really were you....THAT would be real torture."
"Shut up." Hermione said through gritted teeth and scrubbed harder to clean her bedpan.
Filch stood up and examined the bedpans they had been cleaning.
"I want to be able to see my reflection in those bedpans, so stop talking and start scrubbing!" He demanded and sat back down in his chair on the opposite end of the Hospital Wing. After a while, it looked like he was falling asleep.
"You know, Granger...I have more respect for Filch than I do for you." Draco stated randomly.
"Well that's nice to know, thank you for the useless information." Hermione replied.
"If I had to choose to be a Squib or a Mudblood, I'd definitely choose to be the Squib."
Hermione looked up at him curiously. "Are you trying to insult me?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."
"Losing your touch a bit then, haven't you?"
"Like I said Granger, you should shut up while you're ahead."
"At least I'm ahead." Hermione replied with a smirk.
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Hermione slumped back into the Gryffindor Common Room a little after nine o'clock that night, her back cramping from sitting over bedpans for two hours and scrubbing with all her might.
"How'd it go?" Ron asked sympathetically when he saw Hermione come into the room.
"Oh it was lovely!" She responded sarcastically.
"What did McGonagall make you do?" Harry asked.
"Clean bedpans in the Hospital Wing." Hermione groaned.
"Sounds like a lot of fun." Harry joked.
"I just can't wait to see what adventure lies in store for me tomorrow." Hermione sighed. "Only six more days to go..."
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Hermione made her way up to McGonagall's office at seven o'clock the next day. She opened the door and was shocked to see two house elves in there waiting for her instead of McGonagall.
"Dobby? Winky?" Hermione asked.
"Oh hello, good friend of Harry Potter's!" Dobby exclaimed.
"Hello Dobby! Tell me..." Hermione whispered, bending down next to him, "how are you being treated these days? Are you paid well?"
"Well..." Dobby started to look a little embarrassed, "Professor Dumbledore did give me a raise and gave me more days off a month, but I don't like it much."
"Dobby, you're supposed to enjoy your days off!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It's not like house-elves to enjoy not working, miss." Winky piped up.
Hermione looked thoughtfully at Winky. "Someday you'll like getting paid more, and someday you'll start enjoying your days off."
"I've heard about your stupid spew, Granger." Malfoy laughed from behind her. Apparently he came in without Hermione hearing him.
"It's not spew! It's S.P.E.W.!" Hermione exclaimed and stood up to face him.
Dobby interrupted before Malfoy could insult Hermione.
"Professor McGonagall asked Winky and I to lead you down to the kitchens, where you will serve out your second night of detention."
Malfoy looked down at Dobby, it was his old house-elf. "I am not doing detention with this stupid git."
"You have to, McGonagall said so." Hermione said in a matter-of- factly way.
"How do you know? There are just two dumb house-elves waiting for us in her office, that means nothing."
"Alright, Malfoy, suit yourself. I'm not getting extra detentions." Hermione said and walked out of the office after Dobby and Winky.
Malfoy groaned. "I really hate her."
Hermione chuckled. "I heard that!" She yelled from halfway down the hall.
"I'll make sure you hear me this time, Granger!" Malfoy yelled back. "I really hate you!"
"I really hate you too!" Hermione retorted, but couldn't help from laughing as she followed the house-elves down to the kitchens.
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"You must follow the house elf you are assigned to and do everything they ask you to do." Dobby explained once they got down into the kitchens. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." Hermione nodded her head.
"So sorry, what did I miss? I don't understand." Malfoy said as he walked into the kitchens.
"Oh you missed absolutely nothing." Hermione smirked.
"I don't need your smirk." Malfoy spat. "What do you we have to do?"
"I thought you said you weren't working for that 'stupid git' anyways."
"Shut up, Granger, and tell me what we have to do!"
"How can I tell you what to do when you just told me to shut up?"
Malfoy looked into Hermione's eyes. He could tell that she was laughing at him on the inside. How dare the Mudblood laugh at me! He thought.
"You know what I mean."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Basically just follow that house-elf around for two hours and she'll tell you what to do." She responded, pointing at Winky.
"You just had to say that in the first place, Granger."
"You were being difficult." Hermione smiled sweetly.
"You're going to give me a cavity with how fake that sweet smile is." Malfoy smirked at her and walked off towards Winky, his assigned house-elf.
"Oh wait!" Hermione said and grabbed Malfoy's shoulder. "Don't let her drink any butterbeer, ok? She gets a little...weird...when she drinks it."
Malfoy looked at Hermione's hand on his shoulder and looked back at Winky.
"Yay! I get the drunk one!" He said with faked enthusiasm.
Hermione smiled and let go of his shoulder and walked off to meet Dobby, her assigned house-elf.
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"Malfoy! Get out of the way!" Hermione screamed as she slid on the hard floor with a stack of plates in her arms. The house-elves decided they should wash dishes, and because of Malfoy's inexperience with washing dishes in sinks, he let the water overflow and soap suds where on the ground everywhere.
Malfoy stepped out of the way quickly as Hermione slid into the sink and dropped all the plates inside.
"Next time, do you think you could help a little bit more?" Hermione asked furiously.
"This little faucet is fascinating!" Malfoy replied stupidly, turning the water on and off repeatedly, causing more water and soap suds to cascade onto the floor.
"And you say you hate muggles..." Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to the dirty dishes that were stacked up on the other side of the room.
As Hermione was walking back towards the sink with a large stack of bowls in her arms, Malfoy had just discovered the spout next to the sink that could spray water up to three feet away.
"Hey Granger! Look!" Malfoy exclaimed and sprayed the water in the air.
Hermione looked around her gigantic stack of bowls and saw that Malfoy was about to spray directly where she was standing. "MALFOY! NO!"
The next thing Hermione knew, her knees buckled and all the bowls she had been carrying toppled on top of her, pushing her down into the soap suds and water on the floor.
"Granger? Granger?!" Hermione could hear Malfoy yelling from atop the soap suds. She felt his hand groping around in the soap suds looking for her. Then she heard a thud and could feel him laying next to her.
Hermione burst out laughing. "Malfoy, you are such an idiot!" She exclaimed and sat up in the soap suds.
Malfoy sat up too, sputtering and gasping for air.
"You gave me a real fright there, Granger." He said seriously, Hermione didn't respond.
Hermione stood up and turned around to give Malfoy a hand up. He reluctantly grabbed it and stood up next to her.
"I think it's time to go," Hermione said softly, looking at her watch. It had been over two hours since they started their detention that night.
"Good, I need to go back and get these bubbles out of my hair." Malfoy said jokingly.
"I don't know, I think it looks good when you have bubbles in your hair." Hermione laughed.
Hermione and Malfoy walked out of the kitchens and walked up to the entrance hall together before parting.
"Look, don't mention this little incident to anyone ok?" Malfoy asked.
"Whatever you say, Malfoy." Hermione rolled her eyes at him. He knew very well the first thing Hermione would do when she got back to Gryffindor Tower was tell Harry and Ron exactly what Draco Malfoy looked like with bubbles in his hair.
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