Draco 1000

Draco was heading back to the great hall when he noticed Potter step out of the prefects bathroom. Was he allowed to be in there?

"One hundred points from Gryffindor," He called out and headed in his direction.

Harry snapped his head towards Draco's direction. "Can you do that?"

"Are you questioning my authority, Potter?" The boy paused looking away for a moment and then shooting a glare that could kill at "The boy who lived". "I can do whatever I want, Potter. I am head boy."

"I wasn't questioning whether or not you're capable of taking away points or the fact that you're head boy, I'm questioning the fact that the school year hasn't even started."

Malfoy shrugged honestly bewildered. Even as he had acted as a total jerk, Harry didn't seem to be holding even a bit of a grudge against him. Was there some sort of handbook he missed on the way people act? Was there one he missed on the rules of being a headboy. Of course he neglected the reading he was given over the summer. He'd have to ask Granger the answer to Harry's question, she would know quicker than one could snap their fingers.

"Guess I'll just have to beat you to a bloody pulp in quidditch this year?" Harry seemed to say in almost a joking manor. Was he actually trying to be decent.

"Freak," It was all that Draco could manage as he passed Potter and resumed his course to the great hall. Even if Hermione didn't want to work with him, she was going to and they were going to discuss the jar.

When he turned into the room he hit a large hard object. It was Weasley. Beside him stood Hermione, both of them with there eyes focused harshly on Draco. Draco helped himself up and looked back at the two.

"What?! Have a staring problem lovebirds?" The blond tried cracking a joke that not even he found in the slightest way funny, but he smirked at it anyway, mostly at Hermione who simply rolled her eyes.

"Where's the jar, Malfoy," Ron asked in more of a demanding manor than was called for, after all Draco was here to give it to her.

"It's sitting by the chairs at the head of the room," Draco pointed to the bare area by the leg of the chair where the jar was.

"I don't see anything,"

Hermione's eyes widened as she walked towards the front of the room, the two boys close behind.

"I left it right there," Draco pointed at the exact spot. "I swear."

"You left it!?" Hermione's voice was raising again. She had never yelled so much at anyone in her life as she had at Draco. At least he hoped she hadn't, he could hardly stand this much. "YOU LEFT IT? How could you be so irresponsible as to leave something like that here...ALONE?"

"You'd better hope for your own good it's somewhere around here," Ron threatened as he took a step closer to Malfoy. To Draco it was quite pathetic to see him and Harry constantly defending Hermione. Especially when she was more than capable of doing her own defending. He had personal experience of that. She could yell for herself, and make her own comebacks.

"What are you going to do weasel? Sick the mudblood on me or how about lightning boy? Do you really think you could take me on? I think Hermione could hurt me more than you."

With a swift motion a fist connected with Malfoy's nose and almost at once blood started running down his face, staining his Slytherin robes.

"You bitch!" He yelled at Hermione. Not able to believe she of all people had punched him, he looked at Ron who looked equally surprised. He rose his own fist and dropped it immediately. He wasn't like his father. He wasn't going to hit a woman.

Instead he headed out of the room and for the hospital wing.

The girl could defend herself. He had even more experience then ever with just how much she could.

Hermione

"Really," McGonagall said from her spot in her office. "To think two seventh years can't behave even as well as the first years can."

It was after the feast which Draco had missed due to the mending of his broken nose bone. He looked like the same Malfoy as he did when they first arrived at Hogwarts. Madame Pomfrey worked miracles... unfortunately.

Hermione regretted that moment and ever believing Malfoy was decent, the magical moment the two of them had spent in the carriage together, the dance they had and even the talk they had at the hotel about Draco's life and family. She had really pitied him for a little, but the boy was stepping too far over the line between love and hate for Hermione.

Love and Hate? Hermione thought for a moment. I may hate him, but I was never close to loving him.

The two of them sat facing each other as the professor circled them as she had been doing for the past hour. Nothing was getting through to Hermione. All she could see right now was pure hatred for the boy who was sitting directly across her.

"You will serve detention with Professor Snape-" McGonagal dealt out the punishment causing Malfoy to grin at Hermione a little. "for two days and two days of detention with me-" Hermione gave him her own grin. "with the addition of community services in Hogsmeade on the weekends and one hundred points will be taken from each of your houses."

Each of them looked at McGonagall.

"Community service?" Hermione questioned. What she was really thinking was how 100 points was going to put them behind the other houses. She was head girl and her behavior was very inappropriate.

"Yes and you can instruct Mr. Malfoy about what that is seeing as how he hardly lifts a finger to clean his own dorm room, I doubt he's ever served community service." Hermione shot another grin at him. "And Hermione, seeing as how you've spent months of community service in hogsmede. I'm sure a veteran of trash picking can guide Mr. Malfoy."

Draco just looked at her as the Professor continued. "Detention with Professor Snape begins tomorrow. I will warn you not to wear nice clothes. I do not know what he has planned for you, but you will report to me directly afterwards and prepare for a night filled of cleaning."

Hermione looked back to Draco who rolled his eyes and looked away.

"One more little mess up from either of you and you will be suspended of your duties as head students of Hogwarts. You are dismissed."

The two of them walked out of McGonagall's office and looked at each other.

"Nice job Granger," Draco whispered so the professor wouldn't hear.

"Nice job to me?" She gave a fake laugh. "I wasn't the one who went crying to the nurse about a little blood."

"Bloody hell, I had a broken nose,"

She gave a smile, "I didn't know I could hit that hard." and walked away.

The truth was that she didn't mean to even hurt him. Something had just come over her that caused her fist to connect with his face. She felt slightly bad about it, but he deserved it. For a guy that could be so nice sometimes, he sure knew how to hide it.

She felt worse however for her actions. She has never seen professor McGonagal so disappointed in her. Never. This also has nothing to do with Voldemort. Instead it was the childish games of two teenagers who needed to learn to act their ages.

As Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room she saw Ron and Harry still waiting up for her on the couch. She knew they would be. It was great to have friends like the two of them.

"Is everything ok?" Harry asked as she sat between her two best friends.

"Not really," She leaned her head back and sighed. "Detention with Snape, McGonagall and community service at Hogsmeade on my weekends."

"They do that in the wizarding world?" Harry asked.

"Apparently," She looked at Ron and smirked. Ron and Hermione had spent a few weekends over the summer doing service because they had played a prank on Draco. Draco had teased Harry one to many times and Hermione for the idea to turn his nose into a rats nose. The rest was history and they didn't tell Harry.

Hermione looked from one friend to the other, placing one of her hands over Harry's and one over Ron's. "I just wanted to say thanks for putting up with me."

She stood up and without another word left for the head student's common room. Malfoy wasn't in there which was good for her. She couldn't take seeing him one more time that day. Not being able to take anymore stress for the day, Hermione laid down on the couch and fell asleep.

Draco

Draco woke up to a loud thump which was one of his books falling from his bed as he tried to turn over. He moaned in annoyance and sat up. It was too hot to sleep and he was too uncomfortable.

He still couldn't believe what that girl had gotten him into. Detention with Snape he could have handled but he hated McGonagall and who knew what Community service was. He leaned over and picked up his book. There was just too much happening right now.

He had a jar to find and his mother to protect. Tonight, though he was going to see what was in the jar. Hopefully the library had something. Besides it was only a little passed two and as head boy he was sure they would bend the rules just a little for him.

Draco got out of bed and threw on a plain white sweatshirt and pants with his Slytherin robe to top it all off.

As he walked for the door he turned and admired his room all decked out in Slytherin colors. It was nice to see these colors, but the constant matching of this school was getting on his nerves.

The pureblood left his room and entered the common room where Hermione laid asleep on the couch. She moaned and turned over. Even though she was still in her Gryffindor robes she was as beautiful as she had been at the hotel when he first thought he was falling for a mudblood.

That was impossible though. Malfoy's and mudbloods were like water and oil, or lemon and grass Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Neither mixed. He had to admit one thing though, that girl was the proudest, most giving muggle he had ever met. He'd only met a few, but even he could see she was different.

Went Draco made his was to the common room door he heard Hermione, "Dra- Malfoy?"

He turned around and looked at Hermione as she rubbed her eyes and stood up. "What?"

"I was just making sure it was you," she yawned and headed for her own room.

"Want to break some school rules with me, Granger?"

She turned around and raised a brow at this. "What sort of rules? I don't think we need any more house points taken away or anymore detentions..." Her voice trailed off.

"Either you're coming or not,"

She looked from her door to Malfoy and then gave a short smirk. "I'm coming. We need to stop by the Gryffindor common room."

The two walked out of their room and into the hallway. Draco didn't question Hermione as they walked to the common room of the brave Gryffindors and he didn't listen as Hermione said the password. Instead she put her hands over his ears and told him to hum softly to his self as she said it to the fat lady.

He couldn't blame her for not trusting him. He stood in the common room as she ran upstairs and once she returned downstairs she was carrying a cape.

"I hardly think now is the time for fashion," Draco commented as she went to the door.

He followed her back into the dark hall. At least he thought he had followed her. Once Malfoy had stepped into the hall he was alone.

"Pst," He could hear Hermione's voice say from the side of him. "Over here!" She whispered from the other side.

"An invisibility cloak?"

She pulled it off of her and looked at him. "It's not mine though so be careful with it," She tossed it to him and walked over, "Put it on."

"We are going to fit under this little thing?"

"Just put it on," She backed up into him as he pulled the cloak over both of their heads.

He could feel the warmth of her radiating through him and was regretting asking Hermione to come with him. Several times he hand nearly tripped and pulled the cloak off because of this and the intoxicating smell of her. It was a wild smell of tangerine and apple. Obviously some muggle smell, because purebloods didn't wear anything that delicious smelling.

"We're here," Draco whispered as they took there first steps into the library.

They made their way to the restricted section of the library and once there removed the cloak.

"Why are we here?" Hermione asked.

"Looking for information on that jar."

"Shouldn't we be looking for the jar before looking for the information about it?"

'Miss. Know-it-all can't keep her mouth shut,' Draco thought as he went for the first bookshelf. 'If she's going to argue with everything I-'

"Then again we don't know anything about the jar, we may need some information to know how to handle it." She went to the bookshelf on the other wall and started searching, it was only a matter of moments before she said something. "How gross!"

So it wasn't what he was looking for.

He turned and looked at the page she had open in a dingy old book. "The death eaters shrunk people, bottled then and then returned them to their normal size."

"What book is that?" Draco asked and came closer.

"Awkward Bottling and Jarring Techniques of the Dark Arts, Volume One," She handed him the next volume and they sat on the floor together reading.