Once again, another chapter for you "devoted" fans. Ha! Devoted fans, yeah right…. Sorry, I didn't mean that… I'm just… here.
Not mine. Like everything else…
----- Chapter 13: Detention ----- (Hermione's POV)
We walked in silence towards the dungeons. Neither of us had watches, so we didn't know just how late we actually were.
"Detention. Both of you," came Professor Snape's voice as I pushed open the door to the dungeons classroom.
"But…" I started.
"I said… Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, DETENTION!"
I let out a heavy sigh. Detention on the first day of school. Not good, Hermione, not good.
I made my way to a seat. The one next to it was taken by Malfoy.
"You will also be working in pairs for this one. The person at your table, whom is sitting next to you, obviously, will be your partner for the rest of the year. Start now," Professor Snape said, waving his wand, causing the ingredients to appear on the board.
We worked peacefully through class, perfecting our Sensory Draft which causes the drinker to become senseless, mainly losing their sense of touch. Once we had put the stopper in our bottle that was to be tested, I took it to Professor Snape's desk. He looked at me, glared at the concoction, then looked away before saying, "Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy, would you please stay after class so we can arrange your detentions.
I rolled my eyes and sat down, putting my head in my hands, "What're we supposed to do now?" I asked Malfoy, who was looking rather guilty.
"I suppose we wait until the rest of the class is done," he answered, looking away. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, so I just sat and waited. Half an hour later, the bell rang and we waited until the last few people were gone before we approached Snape's desk.
"You will be serving detention together," he paused to relish our obvious anger. "Since you both have only been late once, it will be lines. Do it again, and I hand you over to Filch. Understand?"
"Yes, Professor," we recited.
"Be in the Transfiguration classroom at seven o'clock tonight. You need not bring anything but yourselves. You may go now," Snape finished reciting his instructions and looked back to the papers he was looking over.
We left the dungeons in silence, moving on to our next classes.
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That night at dinner, I sat at the head's table, not wanting to listen to talk about the Quidditch practice Harry had had earlier. Unfortunately, Malfoy came and plopped down next to me.
"Don't you think we're going to be spending enough quality time together in detention?" I asked, pushing the peas around my plate with a fork.
"Look, Granger, I have a proposition for you. I've been tempted to tell many different people about that little friend of yours, Raz, was he?" I snorted. "What? You don't believe me? If I go over there and tell all of the Slytherins, would you be laughing then?"
"It wasn't that," I said, "Anyways, you wouldn't dare. If you do, I'll tell everyone in school you have a little bunny, named, what was it again?"
"Toffy. Listen, how about we have a truce?"
"That's a pathetic proposition. I have nothing to hide."
"Well, niether do I."
"Yeah right! What about that bunny?"
"That's not bad, what else?"
"One word. Thong." I grinned.
"Alright, alright, let's just go. We're going to be late, again," Malfoy stood up.
"Hold on, I'll be right there. Let me finish my pumpkin juice," I drank the rest quickly and followed Malfoy out of the great hall to detention.
We sat quietly until there was a loud bang out in the corridor, followed by a series of increasingly softer explosions that seemed to become more distant.
Filch and Snape, who had been talking quietly in the corner while keeping an eye on us, ran out of the room. As soon as they were gone, Malfoy cast a spell on his quill so it would keep writing while he wandered freely around the room.
"You know that detention is meant to be discipline, right?" I asked.
He simply mimicked me, rolling his eyes and flopping his tongue, before returning to his perusal of McGonagall's desk. He picked up a paper and his eyes grew wide, "The all-knowing Granger got a 5 out of 10 on her first paper of the year?"
"What?" I yelped. Jumping out of my seat, I snatched the paper out of his hands. It was only a scrap piece of parchment. I rolled it up and smacked him upside the head with it. "What'd you do that for?"
"Like I'd tell you…" I replied. I smiled and sat down in my seat. He came over and sat on my desk, smirking at me. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked, smiling up at him sweetly.
"If you weren't laughing at me earlier when I said I said I would tell, what were you laughing at?"
"Nothing."
"Well, it had to have been something. Tell me, Granger. Please?"
"Get down on your knees, kiss my feet, and beg as if your life depends on it," I replied, grinning.
"Never!" he cried in mock defiance before he scampered back to his seat as footsteps came down the corridor.
"Finished yet?" Filch asked, hobbling into the room.
"Yes, sir," we recited automatically, standing up and handing him our papers and quills.
"Alright, then. You can go," he scowled as we left.
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