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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its affilates. I do own Calleigh O'Callahan and her whole family.

It was exactly 8:00 when you walked into detention. To your delight Malfoy hadn't arrived. You hoped he was skipping. You sat down and looked at McGonagall. You were just about to ask what you were supposed to be doing when the door opened and Malfoy walked in.

"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Malfoy. Please take a seat next to Miss O'Callahan." McGonagall said with an air of irritation.

He sat down and you couldn't resist turning to look at him. He caught you looking and gave you that smirk. Your stomach flipped again and you were pretty sure it was out of hatred. At least you hoped it was.

"Miss O'Callahan, for your detention you will be rearranging all of the books in my room alphabetically by title, after dusting them, non-magically. Mr. Malfoy, you will be cleaning and then alphabetizing all of the supplies on the shelves around the room. You will be here as long as it takes you to complete the tasks. I will be periodically coming in and out to check on your progress. Feel free to begin now." And with that she left the room to monitor the hallways.

"Well I guess I should get started," you said more to yourself than to the other occupant of the room. You got up and went over to the closest bookshelf. You took down a book and dusted it off. It was titled The History of Transfiguration, so you put in the pile for T's. You felt a glare at your back and turned around to see Malfoy staring at you. "Can I help you with something?" You asked. He just smirked and leaned back in his chair with a look of defiance. "Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to get off your butt and start working." You asked.

He looked at you and said, "That's yet to be decided." You gave a little laugh and turned around. You continued pulling books and cleaning them. A little while later you heard Malfoy get up and start dusting the supplies. He was moving very quickly and was soon much to close for comfort. You had just finished all the books on that shelf and moved to the next one. Low and behold he moved close to you yet again.

"Are you purposely trying to be close to me?" you asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He replied nonchalantly. For the next hour you worked side by side dusting and alphabetizing. You were preparing to leave when McGonagall walked back in.

She looked at your work and said, "When alphabetizing titles you disregard A's and The's at the beginning. Fix it." You couldn't believe it, all your hard work for nothing. On the bright side you would be able to do it with out the interruptions of Malfoy.

He was just leaving when McGonagall walked over to a shelf and picked up a cup. "Mr. Malfoy," she said, "this is called a goblet not a cup." She put it down and after walking a little father picked up a mouse. "Mr. Malfoy why is this mouse all the way in the r section?"

"It's a rodent professor." He replied

"Well Mr. Malfoy, I wanted everything categorized by its proper name. Begin again." Malfoy's face sunk as he watched McGonagall walk out of the room.

"Bloody Hell." He said. "Now I have to start all over."

"You're not the only one." You said. "Maybe this time if you just shut up and do it you'll be done a lot quicker. And the quicker you're done the less time I have to spend with you."

"That hurts, O'Callahan, that really does."

"I'm sure. Now just shut up and leave me alone." It took another two hours for both of you to finish and you were so happy when you did. "Done" you said as you put the last book on the shelf. You looked over and Malfoy was sitting in the chair with his hands crossed. "How long have you been sitting there?" you asked.

"About fifteen minutes."

"You do know that you didn't have to wait for me. You could have left when you finished."

"I know but I liked watching you work." He responded and the way he said it made you quiver inside.

"Why, does it remind you of home?" you managed to ask cynically.

"Nope," he replied. "I just enjoy it." You stood there for a moment trying to understand where he was coming from.

You marched closer to him and stood there with a glare. It was a 'if looks could kill glare' and at some points in time you wished that was true. Unfortunately it didn't seem to affect Malfoy at all. He sat there just as he had been before and stared back at you. Finally, breaking the silence, you said, "You know, I really don't like you." With that you hit him over the head with the feather duster in your hand.

He stood up to look you straight in the eye and said, "Wish I could say the same."

You stood there dumbfounded as he turned around and left the room. "What the heck did he mean?" You thought to yourself as the door closed. You stood there in shock for a full two minutes before you realized that you could leave as well. You ran up to the common room and threw yourself into bed. All you could think about was what Malfoy had said to you. Was he just being a jerk or did he really mean it. Could Draco Malfoy like you? As the though drifted through you head you fell into a deep sleep, one that you wished could erase every memory from that night.

Draco's POV

As you walked out of the room you couldn't believe you had said it. You had always admired Calleigh O'Callahan, with her dry wit and uncontrollable spark. She always had the right thing to say and never failed to share it with the rest. You loved the way she put her hands on her hips and lifted her eyebrows after she made a comeback to one of the many rude things you had said. You hated how much it pained you to say mean things to her. After every comment you were crying inside. She had no idea how much she hurt you. Always leading you on and then letting go. You wanted her to see what it felt like and from the look on her face you knew she did. Now all you wanted to do was take it back. She wasn't supposed to know. There was nothing you could do now. You flung yourself into bed and drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.