Chapter Eight:

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They worked in silence, each doing there best to ignore the other. Draco sighed, this was getting old and he was getting tired. Who knew cleaning would be so much work? He threw his cloth into his bucket and sat down on one of the clean spots, resting his back on the wall. Virginia turned around and looked at him.

"What are you doing?" She demanded angrily, throwing her cloth into her bucket and placing her hands on her slender waist. Draco frowned.

"Resting?" He said, as if asking for confirmation. He looked down at his legs, stretched out comfortably on the wooden floor, then nodded his head firmly. "Yes, most assuredly. Resting." Virginia stared at him dumbfounded, covered in dust and in need of a wash.

"We don't have time to rest! We have to finish this by 1:00!" She said desperately, waving her hand around the room for emphasis.

"I'm tired, and I know you're tired and we won't be able to finish if we don't rest." Draco replied logically. She shook her head brushing back her red hair. "Oh, lighten up, Weasley." Draco sighed, putting his arms behind his head. Virginia glared at him.

"You are going to help me finish this, now. I'm not suffering through more time with you than I have to!" She cried her voice steadily rising.

"No. I'm not getting up. You can keep working, though." Draco said and closed his eyes as he leaned back.

"Is that so, Mister Malfoy?" A cold voice said. Draco's eyes snapped open and he saw Snape leaning in the doorway.

"Sir!" He cried, scrambling to stand up. Snape glared at him fiercely and Draco gulped.

"I think you will be joining Miss Weasley for detention tomorrow." Snape said and then turned and walked away. Draco groaned and slid down the wall, collapsing as he hit the floor.

"Bloody hell!" Draco growled and Virginia stared at him, placing her dainty hands on her waist.

 "Don't you dare blame this on me! I told you to get off your fat arse and help me!" She snapped and turned back to work.

"I have a wonderful arse, Weasley." Draco muttered automatically, his head resting in his hands.

"Cor! You are such an arrogant, insufferable prat!" She cried throwing her hands up dramatically.

"You really need to watch that temper." Draco drawled, grabbing his cloth from the bucket and standing up.

"Oh bugger-off!" She snapped and silence descended in the room as they both went back to work. Draco, wearing his infamous smirk. Yes, he had received another detention but he had realized he had a knack for pushing Virginia's buttons and he so enjoyed it.

"So, will you let me help you?" Draco asked suddenly. Virginia spun around to face him, staring at him in disbelief.

"No! Blimey, why do you want to help me anyway?" She cried. Draco continued to smirk at her.

"Can't a kind, well-educated person want to help someone in need?"

"Yes, they can, but not you Malfoy! Kind samaritarian you are not!" She snapped angrily. Draco put on a horrified expression.

"Oh, Virginia! I'm hurt. You're words cut me to my soul." He said and she laughed, turning back to her side of the room.

"What soul? I thought you sold it to the devil…Oh wait. You are the devil." She mocked. Draco grinned.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year, stole many a man's soul and faith." He said theatrically. She turned and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"Sympathy for the Devil?" She said incredulously. "I thought you were anti-Muggle." She said and he smirked.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Virginia." He purred. She rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Bollocks."

"You're right, I heard it once when one of the Slytherin's stole a bombbox from a Hufflepuff.." He said and Virginia giggled.

"It's a boom box." She corrected and he glared at her shrugging carelessly and turning back to his work.

"Whatever." He said then he turned back to her. "So will you have some sympathy for the devil now?" He asked and she sighed.

"You are not someone who needs saving, Malfoy." She gritted as she scrubbed the shelves harder.

"I never said that, Weasley." He shot back at her and watched as her fist tightened on the cloth.

"You're right. You must love being the prick who everyone hates." She growled fiercely.

"Not everybody hates me, Weasley." He hissed angrily. She turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no? Name me one." She challenged. Draco glared at her and decided he wan't having as much fun anymore.

"I don't need to tell you anything." He snapped. The triumph in her eyes was too much for him to bear. "Fine. Any of the Slytherins."

"No, they fear you."

"You said hate." Draco reminded her and she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation before turning away. "Besides, who wants to be perfect bloody Potter who everyone loves and adores. Luck and stupid scars can only save you for so long." He sneered following her lead and turning back to his side of the room.

"Harry is loved for more than his scar!" She cried and he wasn't sure why her instant defence of brunet antagonized him so.

"Oh really? Must be that mop on his head that he calls hair." Draco taunted hoping to get her to be exasperated rather than furious.

"Why do you have to be so superior to everyone, Malfoy?" She snarled. Obviously Draco needed to work on his people skills.

"Because I am."

"Clever, Malfoy. Now, is egotism a genetic defect or is it just you?" She replied and he smirked.

"Oh it's all us Malfoys, but come now, have some sympathy for the selfish devil that is me." He retorted and she growled.

"Oh, put a sock in it!" She snapped and Draco snickered, finally turning back to his work.