Secrets
Chapter Two: Draco's Detention
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"So you're giving the mudblood detention?" A friend of mine, Jacob, a fellow Slytherin, said after I told them about my winning war with Granger.
"Yeah…" I said, letting out a triumphant sigh and putting my hands behind my head.
"Are you going to drive her insane?"
"We'll just have to see how her attitude is treating her…"
"Granger, you're late." I said as Granger entered Snape's dungeon.
"What?" she said, glancing at my watch; I was five minutes early. "I'm early, Malfoy!"
"I changed the time… that's another detention…" I said, looking at my nails, speaking in a bored tone.
"But-" She started, but stopped, realizing that if she went on she'd be here until the year was through.
She walked up to the desk that I had my feet on top of and looked down on me, trying to hide her look of hate and disgust.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, shifting her weight and crossing her arms across her chest.
"Hmm…" I said, stroking my chin dramatically. "Let's see… you could re-arrange the potion's cabinet, scrub the wall and floors, grade papers… but I'll make this fun…" I stood up and walked around the desk, keeping my eyes Granger the whole time.
"What are you looking at, you stupid, stuck-up little-" but my lips smashing into Granger's interrupted her words. She immediately pushed me away, wiping her mouth. She slapped me across the face with all of the anger built up inside, leaving a red hand mark almost as red as Ron's hair on my face. I put a hand to my stinging cheek, holding back the urge to yell at her. I kept my smirk on my face, showing no other emotion.
"What the hell are you doing, you git?" She yelled, taking steps toward the door and away from me.
"Giving you your detention, Hermione." I said with a smirk.
"Stop calling me Hermione! We're not on first name terms, here, Malfoy. Do you hear me calling you Draco? Know why? BECAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!" Granger yelled, pointing a rude finger at me.
"Granger, if you don't lower your tone and respect me, you'll be in here morning and afternoon with me." I said seriously. I could tell her temper was rising.
"I might as well be your slave!" She snapped, striding over to a seat in the front and plopping down with a huff.
"Wow, Granger… you really are smart… I might look into that…" I said, a thoughtful look on my face.
"Don't you dare!"
I just smirked at her, looking her up and down. And then our eyes met. At first, the fire in her eyes overwhelmed me, but then butterflies entered my stomach and fluttered about madly. Why was I feeling like this? I mean, this was Granger! What was I doing? Granger's eyes were locked on mine, and it seemed an eternity before she finally looked away. I knew she felt the same way too; the look of bafflement along with blush totally gave it away.
"Well, Granger… I'll let you off with a warning… you can get to studying or reading or whatever you mudbloods do…" I said, turning around to face her, only to find a wand almost touching my nose.
"Call me mudblood one more time…" Granger said through clenched teeth.
"Watch it Granger… I'll stop, I'll stop…" I said, putting my hand in the air and backing off slightly.
"You better…" She muttered before returning to her seat, opening a book and shoving her head inside.
I sat once more at Professor Snape's desk, watching her read. She was highly interested in her book, for she wasn't twirling her hair or fumbling with her hand while reading. Granger looked so… peaceful… Wait! What am I thinking? Peaceful? Next I'll be thinking lustful thoughts! Lord, what's happening to me?
"Malfoy, what're you staring at?" Granger snapped. I came back to Earth, realizing that she had looked up and was now glaring into my eyes.
"Oh, nothing…" I said coolly.
Granger let out an irritated sigh, returning to her book again.
Why do the butterflies in my stomach twirl every time she looks into my eyes? A mudblood, for Merlin's sake! What the hell's wrong with me? Then another thought hit me; it's not why- it's what. What is this feeling? What is making me feel so… vulnerable?
I looked at her again, actually looking at her and not what she's going. Granger's bushy sandy-blonde hair was a curtain around her face, hiding the eyes behind it. Even though the school's robes were loose fitting, they accented her body perfectly, flaunting all of her curves.
About an hour later, I stood up and walked over to Granger. She didn't notice me stand up for she was still devoured into her book.
"Granger, you may leave now…" I said gently. Gently?
"Okay, just a minute…" She said without look up, keeping her eyes glued to the book as if she's been starved and her beloved book was food.
I let out a sigh and took the book, glancing at the page number before snapping it shut.
"What'd you do that for, Malfoy?" Granger asked, snatching the book out of my hands. "Now I've lost my place!"
"You were on page three hundred and seventy-five." I said matter-of-factly.
"Well, thanks for that, Mr. Malfoy. Goodnight." She said, striding out of the room and slamming the dungeon door behind her.
"So… how'd it go?" Blaise (A/N- is his last name something like Zambini? HELP!) asked as I jogged into the Slytherin dormitories at ten thirty.
"Could've been better, could've been worse…" I said, plopping down on my bed and closing my eyes.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why are you so tired? Did you-"
"No! She'd slap me senseless…" I said with a laugh, "I mostly teased her…"
"A mudblood Gryffindor? And you teased her? Usually when you say tease…"
"I wouldn't do that with a mudblood…"
"Then what do you mean?"
I let out a sigh. "I verbally teased her, you dumbass…"
"Sorry, sorry. I'm surprised, though. That's normally not you style…" Blaise said with a playful nudge in the side. I couldn't help but smile.
"Granger's attitude was horrible… I gave her a few more detentions… after that she said, 'I might as well be your slave.'" I said, making my voice high- pitched to match hers.
Blaise's eyebrows raised, "Oh, really? What're you going to do about that?"
"Good question, what do you think?"
"Why the hell are you asking me?"
"I dunno… oh, dude, I'm stuck marrying Parkinson…" I said, rubbing my temples.
"Eeew… she's so clingy and annoying… your father makin' you do it?"
"Yeah, to keep the pureblood line running…"
"Ouch."
"Yup."
The next day flew by quickly, and I don't remember any of my classes for I was too much looking forward to torturing Granger again. But I still had one more class and dinner in the way. I headed off the Snape's dungeon.
I was late, but Professor paid no attention. I sat down at a desk parallel to Granger and Potter's. I watched her whisper something into his ear, forcing back giggles. Potter whispered back, making her fight back her laughter once more. I saw them holding hands underneath the table. They were dating. Why do I care?
"Since yesterday we had a little distraction," Snape said, eyeing Granger. "We're going to copy down notes."
The sound of parchment shuffling and a little chatter echoed loudly through the stone walls of the dungeon.
'Oh, yeah…' I thought, pulling out the pair to the Extendable Ear that I stuck underneath Potter and Granger's desk. I listened in to them, curious about what they were saying.
"He kissed you, Hermione?" Harry said as he got out a piece of parchment.
"Yeah, but pulled back and slapped him with everything in me. Harry, I'd never cheat on you…not with him… Eeew…" Hermione said, handing Potter a quill.
"That's good. I wonder where Ron is… hope he didn't have another little meeting…"
"I'm sure he's fine, Harry."
I then took out the Extendable Ear, seeing as they weren't talking about anything interesting.
The rest of the class I was listening in and out of their secret conversations while copying down notes at the same time. I had trouble concentrating because Potter kept bragging about Quidditch and how he beat me to the snitch…
After dinner I retreated back to the dungeon and sat behind the desk, looking forward to whatever lay in store for me.
