Chapter Seven:

(A/N. Sorry about the short chapter! I'm off to England and I just forced out four chapters so that you can still have the story! Now I won't be able to update but my mom's doing me the favour of updating the story on my behalf! So say hi to my mom Nelly! Anyway when I come back you will all benefit from my Creative Writing course that I will be taking at Cambridge! Okay READ AND REVIEW!)

It was Saturday morning and instead of sleeping late, regaining the sleep lost during the week, tucked up in her cosy bed Virginia Weasley was walking down to the dungeons where she had been told that she would be serving detention. She sighed as she pushed the door to the Potions room open, and her jaw dropped as she spotted Draco sitting on a table reading a book.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" She exclaimed. He looked up and scowled at her angrily.

"Don't sound so happy to see me, Weasley. It's your fault I'm here so blame yourself." He sneered and then went back to his book. She glared at him.

"My fault? How is this my fault?" She growled. He sighed heavily, marked his page, and closed his book.

"If you had only agreed to accept my help then none of this would have happened." He explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I told you I didn't need your help! If you had only left me alone, then none of this would have happened!" She snapped. He hoped down from the table and came up to stand in front of her.

"You should be grateful for me offering to help someone like you."

"If you thing I'm so low, why the bloody hell did you make the offer?" She retorted furiously. She was stunned when he didn't say anything and was even more surprised to find confusion in his stormy eyes.

"I…" He began but he obviously couldn't find anything to say. She stepped past him and sat down on a stool.

"What's the matter, Malfoy? Cat got your tongue?" She taunted and watched with satisfaction as his eyes narrowed back to their volatile silver. His confusion and speechlessness had scared her rather than pleased her. She had regretted her question the minute she had asked it and had hated his bewildered response.

"You know, Weasley, I think it's best if you don't ask questions you don't want the answer too." Draco said quietly and she looked up at him in surprise. Was it possible that he could read minds? "No, Weasley I don't read minds, I'm just very perceptive." He said and she gulped audibly. She wasn't as sure as he was that it was astuteness and not some telepathic power he had kept hidden for all these years.

"If you two have finished your discussion, I believe you have detention to be served." A cold voice said. Ginny turned and saw Snape striding towards them. "Follow me, you will be cleaning out an empty storage room-without magic-and storing supplies in it." He explained as he led them threw the dungeons. As they walked, Ginny snuck a glance at Draco. His hair was so blond that it seemed pure white in the dark. His cheekbones and aristocratic features were so perfect; they could have been chiselled by a sculptor. An ice sculptor, Ginny amended noticing the frigidness in the silver eyes that lay beneath thin, blond eyebrows.

"Like what you see?" Draco said softly, never moving his gaze. Ginny jumped, more startled than she'd like to admit. She cleared her throat.

"It could use some work." She replied and he laughed, he obviously knew her last statement was a lie. It was no secret that Draco Malfoy was one of the most handsome men at school.

"Whatever you say, Weasley." He mocked and she turned away. She hated how he seemed to read her so well. They finally reached the room and Snape let them inside with a key. Ginny grimaced as she stepped inside. Their was a thick layer of dust on everything and the room had obviously not been in use for many years. Snape waved his wand and two buckets filled with soapy water appeared on the floor. He waved his wand again and two cloths joined the buckets.

"This should be finished by 1:00 in the afternoon. The supplies will be outside this door waiting for when you finish cleaning the room." Snape said. "Now give me your wands." They obediently handed their wands to the potions professor. With a curt nod, he walked away. Draco looked down at the bucket and the cloth.

"What are we supposed to do with these?" He asked. Ginny looked up at him, expecting to see scorn on his handsome face but all she saw was confusion. She rolled her eyes and knelt down.

"You take the cloth, you dip it into the bucket, and you wipe the part you're cleaning." Ginny instructed doing the actions as she said the words. Draco sighed heavily and looked down at his trousers.

"So much for keeping these clean." He muttered and knelt down next to her. Ginny sighed, this was going to be a long detention.