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Chapter Ten: Damn the teachers!
Draco rested his face on his hand trying to ignore the sound of everyone's quills scratching. He was supposed to be taking notes but couldn't actually be bothered.
Besides, Pansy would willingly lend him her notes if he needed them.
All last night Tyran had continued to glare at him in such a way that made him wonder whether his father was really an animagus.
He had spent most of last night ignoring his owl – although once, he got so annoyed with the creature that he had attempted to put one of Goyle's socks on it's head. It hadn't been successful; all it had resulted in was a bleeding hand and an amplified glare from both parties.
The rest of the night he had tried to work out why he had kissed Hermione. It was like one of those puzzles that as soon as you have read it you have to look at the answers.
It wasn't that he liked her. It was too fast and only happened in the first chapters of cheesy fanfictions. Boy suddenly drops everything he has been taught to believe and falls in love with Girl.
Although, he was beginning to edge away from his father's point of view on Mudbloods. Seeing as now practically two thirds of the wizarding world were halfbloods or Mudbloods there wasn't much point. Hell, even the wondrous Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort were halfbloods!
Of course, it had nothing to do with the fact that Draco didn't particularly want to marry someone who was distantly related to him as all the old Pureblood families were intertwined somehow.
The fact was he couldn't come up with a good reason and it bugged him. He chewed the end of his quill viciously and scowled.
Maybe he could pass it off as a moment of temporary insanity. Or perhaps he could say he had an evil twin – or should that be good twin?
The tip of his quill broke off and some of the feathers got stuck in his throat. After a brief coughing fit he began to muse over possible reasons. Unfortunately he didn't notice the sound of scratching quills had stopped.
Maybe he could say that he was under the Imperius curse.
"Mr Malfoy, will you be joining us anytime this morning?"
Draco blinked a few times and realised that the whole class was staring at him. McGonagall was standing at the front of the classroom, hands on hips and a very displeased look on her face. Some of the Ravenclaws gave him self-righteous looks whereas his own house looked embarrassed.
"I asked you to demonstrate transfiguring the sock in front of you into a turnip three times. Away with the fairies this morning, aren't you? Or maybe you were thinking about your daring escape? Hmm?" McGonagall asked. There were a few hushed sniggers from the Ravenclaw side of the room.
Draco was slightly surprised; he had never known McGonagall to be quite so sarcastic.
Maybe she was having a secret affair with Snape.
Draco grimaced at the horrible mental picture he had presented himself with. Well, it was Hogwarts, anything could happen.
"Would you like to demonstrate, Mr Malfoy?" McGonagall prompted, looking more and more as though she had swallowed a box of lemons. It really wasn't becoming.
"But of course." Draco replied, reaching for his wand. He felt around on his table attempting to find his wand. Then he remembered.
Damn Granger!
Maybe McGonagall wouldn't notice if he just made the hand gestures.
He cleared his throat and said the spell loudly. He waved his hands vaguely at the sock. There was a murmur of confusion and McGonagall's sour expression deepened.
There was a pause that seemed to last for aeons.
"Mr Malfoy," McGonagall finally spoke, "where is your wand?"
Draco did an over exaggerated double take at the hand his wand should have been in and gave a weak grin.
"Ah. It seems I've managed to misplace it." He turned to the huge boy taking up most of the desk next to him. "Crabbe, you didn't eat it did you?"
Crabbe shook his head, a frown on his face as he tried to remember whether he had eaten a stick like object. Draco turned back to McGonagall.
"I see. Well, Mr Malfoy I think we will be seeing you in detention tonight."
"For losing my wand?"
"For losing your wand, not paying attention in class and muttering things like, 'twins' and 'Imperius' rather loudly at regular intervals. The potions classroom at seven." McGonagall replied rather tightly. She turned her back on him and Draco slumped down in his chair.
Seeing as detention was now on the to-do list for tonight Draco decided that there wasn't much point in paying any attention to the rest of the lesson. He placed his chin in his hand and picked up his train of thought from where it had crashed.
Maybe he had kissed Hermione because he knew it would annoy the hell out of her – so much so that she would hit him over the head with a book.
Next time he saw Hermione he would only bring up the kiss if she did. He didn't want to have to justify his actions to Hermione and her 'I'm trying to be understanding but you're making it awfully difficult' face.
She'd probably told Potter and Weasley by now and they would probably want to beat the crap out of him. It might be good to skip potions this afternoon.
He didn't want to deal with a bright red Ron and a homicidal Harry. He also didn't want to see Ron – that would be just plain weird. He wasn't sure whether Ron actually knew who he had been hitting on yet. He didn't want to find out either.
Yes, maybe it would be best if he sloped back to the Slytherin dungeons and avoided the perky Gryffindors altogether.
Hell, it wasn't bravery Slytherins were known for.
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Hermione however, had not told Harry and Ron about what happened in the library or the truth about Ron's flirting escapade. She wasn't going to tell the two things together, otherwise Ron might have a heart attack.
She made a mental note to ask Ron whether there was a history of heart attacks in the Weasley family.
She was slightly surprised that Draco hadn't turned up for potions. Not that she had been looking for him or anything. Snape too had looked slightly astonished when Crabbe and Goyle said they hadn't seen him since lunch. But then Crabbe and Goyle did tend to space out when there was food on offer.
Pansy was telling anyone and everyone – even the Gryffindors – that Draco had been kidnapped again. She was now trying to rally people into making a search party. They were stubbornly ignoring her.
"You will be making a shrinking potion this afternoon. I will be splitting you into pairs." Snape spoke in a slow, patronising way as if he was talking to monkeys. "You will make the potion and I will make whoever makes the potion wrong drink some correctly made shrinking potion."
Hermione couldn't help but notice that Snape grinned evilly at Neville when he said this.
Snape began to read out pairs, there were groans from both the Slytherin and the Gryffindor sides of the room.
"Granger – Bullstrode." Hermione fought the urge to hex Snape to oblivion and picked up her things to sit with Millicent.
Millicent Bullstrode was one of the scariest girls in the year. One of the third years had once mistaken her for a boy; he had lost two of his front teeth and had forgotten who he was for two weeks.
"Weasley," Snape paused for dramatic effect. "You're with Parkinson."
Ron looked as though he had eaten something and then been told it was actually meant for the dog.
"Potter and, ooh, who shall we have? How about Vincent Crabbe?" Harry glanced over at Crabbe. In Hermione's personal opinion it looked as though Crabbe might eat Harry given half a chance.
It was to be a fun potions lesson.
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During his skive Draco fallen asleep causing him to miss dinner and be late for detention. Luckily the potions dungeon wasn't too far away from the Slytherin dungeons.
He managed to slide in a few seconds before Snape arrived. Draco slipped into the nearest seat and took a look around. It seemed that there had been quite a few people given detention during the day so the teachers had bundled all the students together for a mass detention.
Judging by the look on Snape's face, he had drawn the short straw of overseeing them all. He dropped a huge pile of dusty books on his desk and glared at each student in turn.
"You will all come up and take a book. You will sit in silence and you will read the book you have taken." Snape growled. Draco put his feet up on the desk, Snape must really be pissed off – he was reverting to the whole 'you will do this' thing. "And you, Mr Malfoy, will take your feet down off the table and will have come up with a good excuse as to why you were not in lessons by the end of detention."
Draco withdrew his feet and surged with the rest of the detentionees to get a book.
As he rose he noticed that the person sitting to the right of him had oddly familiar bushy hair falling over her face. He grabbed a book without looking at the cover and sat down keeping his eyes on Hermione.
There was a noise that sounded a lot like a swearword from Snape's general direction.
"I seem to have left my, ahem, work in the staff room. I will be back shortly, don't even think of trying anything." Snape stormed out of the classroom. There was an expectant silence as everyone listened to Snape's footsteps die away before they all began to talk.
The staff room couldn't be any further away from the potions dungeons and every person in the room knew that particular fact.
Draco glanced down at the book he had picked up, 'The Mating Rituals of Mosquitoes', and pushed it to one side. But not before sparing a thought to wonder how the mating rituals of mosquitoes could fill a whole book.
Now he had the opportunity, there was something Draco had to find out.
"Hey Granger. Granger?"
"Malfoy, stop poking me."
Hermione slowly turned to look at him with an irritated look on her face. Draco simply grinned.
"What in hell's name are you doing here?"
Hermione looked back at her book and rolled her eyes. "Why do you care?"
"Who said I did? It's just blatant curiosity." He replied. Hermione didn't look up; she simply flicked a page idly.
"If you must know, it's because I spilt a shrinking potion down Snape's left leg."
Draco tried to imagine Hermione rebelling against the school by throwing shrinking potions at people and failed. He was pretty sure Hermione's idea of rebelling would be not doing extra homework.
"Wow. I knew Snape hated you Gryffindors, but not that much. Anyway Longbottom has spilt loads of potions and never got a detention." He mused out loud. There was a 'hey' from the other side of the room where Neville was sitting. Draco sent him a quelling glare and Neville hurriedly turned back to his book, 'The life of molluscs.'
Hermione managed a faint smile. "Yes, well, I argued with him about the fact he stuck out his foot to trip me up in the first place."
"Who knew Snape actually had feet under that terribly unstylish robe he always wears?" Draco pondered.
"He probably wears some extremely ugly shoes that he doesn't want people to see." Hermione said, trying to remember the last time she had seen Snape's feet.
"He probably wears trainers."
"I always wondered whether he actually own anything other than that robe..." Hermione paused, she was in detention, Snape would be back any second and here she was talking with Malfoy of all people about Snape's shoes. "...Ugh shut up Malfoy!"
"What? You were the one talking!"
"You were distracting me. Bog off." Hermione replied, wincing at her choice of insult she mouthed 'bog off?!' to herself. Draco tried not to laugh.
"Granger, it may have escaped your notice, but we're in detention! As much as I'd like to 'bog off', I can't."
There was a drawn out pause.
"Shut up Malfoy."
There was another pause. Hermione glanced at Justin Finch-Fletchley who was bravely going through Snape's desk drawers. She looked back at the book she was supposed to be reading.
"How exactly can one 'bog off'?" Draco asked, scooting his chair closer to Hermione's desk. He was trying to be annoying, she could tell.
Hermione pushed her hair out of her face and glared at him.
"Malfoy, you've made me read the same line three bloody times! Either take Muggle Studies or shut the hell up!"
There was yet another pause in which Draco frowned thoughtfully.
"They teach you what a bog is in Muggle Studies? Sounds incredibly trivial."
"I'm ignoring you now."
Hermione turned away from him, she had become dangerously close to whacking Malfoy over the head with the rather heavy volume she had been reading.
Again.
Neither of the bickering pair noticed all the other detentionees cramming themselves into a cupboard in an attempt to hide.
Hermione thought of something and turned back to Draco who was still watching her.
"Aren't you going to explain something?" She asked.
"What do I have to explain?"
"How about why you kissed me."
"Oh that. No."
"But you have to!"
"No I don't. If you're worried that I'm going all," 'I think I might like her. No! I can't! She's Mudblood Granger. Get a hold of yourself Malfoy!' Then don't worry, that's not happening."
"So you have absolutely no reason for kissing me?" Hermione asked sharply, the tone of her words surprising even her. She turned back to the book in front of her.
She read the same line again.
Somewhere deep down, a small part of her book-shaped soul wished that Draco had a reason for kissing her. She wished that it did go something along the lines of 'I think I might like her. No! I can't! She's Mudblood Granger. Get a hold of yourself Malfoy!'
The other part of her soul had a strong urge to shave his beloved hair off when he was asleep.
Draco watched her flick her hair indignantly and wished he had an answer. He didn't think that she would appreciate him being sarcastic right at that moment.
Snape entered surprising both of them. He was clutching 'Ye Olde Potiones', although there seemed to be a corner of Playwizard sticking out of the book. Draco blinked a few times and he could hear Hermione trying not to laugh.
"Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger, please explain to me where the rest of the students have disappeared to." Snape demanded.
There was a rather audible 'tee hee' from the cupboard at the back of the room, Snape didn't seem to notice. Draco glanced at Hermione causing her to snort with laughter.
"I expected more of you. Prefects both of you. You will both serve detention with me on Saturday."
"But Professor!" Hermione began outraged, Snape glared at her and she shut her mouth.
"No arguments!" Snape barked before sweeping out of the classroom.
Draco raised an eyebrow; at least Snape had forgotten to ask him about his absence in lessons. He rose and picked up his bag.
Snape appeared again in the doorway, still scowling.
"Mr Malfoy if you would come with me and explain your absence in lessons." He said.
Perhaps he hadn't quite forgotten.
Hermione gave him a smug look and went out the door. There was another muffled 'tee hee' from the cupboard.
"Oh shut up." Draco snapped.
A/N: I think I made up a word, 'detentionees' isn't in my dictionary, and so it is my addition to the English Language!
Also, I'm not sure whether anyone actually says tee-hee anymore but whatever.
Next Time On SPD: I really have no idea... This chapter was very much the sort of chapter where everyone ponders life, the universe and kissing, there will probably be more action in chapter 11!
Another thing: I have to say thank you to everyone who reviewed! 101 Dalmatians! No sorry, I mean, 101 reviews! Yay!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter nine: pirate-elfgal, Bakuraisho-ur- cute, citcat299, Emily, Gemja, Smrt cids, harhermro22, RelientKroxmysox, wackoramaco87, Luna G, Dracos-DAMNsexy27, Erilyn Rose, Mouse Pad, xcyzx, zoogerbas1, Miss W D Halliwell, Male-chan, cocoacoffeebean, dragonsprincess, coolkidd, Nephyr, Amoria, tennisplaya278, NeLLy22.
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