Emma was at the library burrying herself with books just as Neville sat down across and flipped open his Herbology text book, "Emma there you are, oh Felton was looking for you earlier at the Great Hall by the way."
"Oh," Emma smiply said as she smiled at Neville, "I was busy, Divination essay." she said, "What kind of a professor in the right mind would let her students make a five pages essay in three days." she scoffed as she continued on writing.
Neville sighed, "Well, welcome to Hogwarts." He muttered as went on with his work."
"Wait, Neville," Emma called on, "Is, lunch done already?" she asked as soon as she got Neville's attention, "Yeah, for about twenty minutes now actually." he replied, "And?" started Emma, "Why aren't you in class?"
"Oh, free period. How about you?"
Emma Watson's eyes widened, stood up from her seat and hurriedly got her stuffs, "I am so late." she muttered under her breath, "What class?" Neville asked her as he furrowed his brows, "Transfiguration with Ravenclaw. Mcgonaggal will kill me." she replied and dashed away, "See you later Neville!"
"Later, 'mione!" he yelled back, knowing students might hear him calling her from another name. "Boy," he shook his head, "McGonaggal won't like this."
"Ms. Granger, now pray tell me why, you are thirty minutes late for my class?" McGonaggal asked as she crossed her arms at stared at her, the whole class was in utter shock seeing Hermione Granger late, for the very first time. Murmurs and whispers were heard from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students.
"Sorry Professor, I was at the library working on my essay and haven't noticed the time." she replied.
"Yes, but the Hermione Granger we know doesn't make that as excuse, am I correct?" Emma just nodded and said, "Sorry, Professor."
"Very well, - but 5 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your tardiness Ms. Granger, and oh - meet me after dinner for your detention."
Emma frowned as she took a seat next to Lavender Brown who was still in complete shock, "First Potions with Snape yesterday and now Transfiguration with McGonaggal, the first time you caused a deduction of points and the very first time you got into detention, seriously, are you alright?" She asked worriedly, Emma just sighed, "I'm alright, I was just distracted." she said.
"Don't keep it like that or else your dreams of being in first place of grades for Graduations will be over, Granger."
"I am so messed up." Emma thought to herself and sighed.
"Watson . . ." Tom whispered behind her as they followed Professor Sprout inside the greenhouse. It was Herbology, and finally, it was with the Slytherins. "What is it, Felton?" Emma rolled her eyes seeing him smirk, "Woaw, gone back to the last name basis now, are we?"
"Just get on with it, or else we'll get into trouble . . . again." she groaned silently, "Fine, alright," Draco said, "I heard Dumbledore just returned, but I think we won't be able to talk to him tonight. How about tomorrow, afternoon?" he said, "and why won't we?" Emma asked, "Don't tell me you still want to stay here?" she added with a glare, "No." He said, "It's not like that, Em."
"Then, what?" She snapped, Tom looked rather shock of her sudden outburst as Emma rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Sorry, I'm stressed. Really." she said, Tom frowned at her with that, "I've got quidditch practice later, okay? I don't want to die tomorrow during the match, you know." He said, as Emma's eyes grew wider, "What?!" she cried, - good thing Mrs. Sprouts got out from the greenhouse for a while to get something.
"Geez woman, keep it down." Tom whispered, "Quidditch?! Are you fucking serious, Tom?!"
Tom's eyebrows shot up, "Woaw, did I just heard Emma Watson swore." he said, placing a hand over his chest, "Felton." said Emma, rather irritably.
"I'm serious, Em. There's a match tomorrow playing against Hufflepuff." He said with a sigh, "Please Understand that. Malfoy's a great seeker, and If I mess up tomorrow -"
"Are you kidding me?" She snapped, "You git! You're going to get yourself killed before we get the chance to go back! Did you even thought this through?!" She whispered furiously at him.
"I talked to Blaise already, there isn't someone as good as Draco that can replace him, and it'll be odd-"
"- Oh screw that! I don't give a damn if the Slytherins'll lose tomorrow. You don't even know how to play Quidditch, more like even flying a fucking broomstick! Seriously, think, Tom, think!"
Instead of getting irritated, Tom Felton's lip curled up forming a smirk, "And what in the name are you smirking at, Felton?! Do you think it's funny? Do you think this is all a game, huh?!" she cried, making other students look at their way, some Slytherins and Gryffindors were whispering but other didn't seem to mind them at all - they got used to Malfoy and Granger argue already.
"And why are you so concern?" He said simply, a smirk still playing on his lips, as he crossed his arms above his chest "Tell me, does the great Emma Watson still has a crush on me? Or she just really really cared about what'll happen to me."
Emma's cheeks grew red and felt hotter than ever and Tom was forcing himself not to laugh, "Fine," she said, "Fine, hop on that broomstick and go kill yourself." She said, irritably, as Tom just raised a brow at her, "I'm busy tonight anyways." She muttered.
Tom's once smug look turned into a worry one, "Why?" He asked as he furrowed is brows, "I . . ." began Emma hesitantly, "I have detention with McGonaggal."
And with that, Tom Felton burst into fits of laughters, Emma, became more irritated than ever, took her glove and wore it, then she took a perfect amount of soil into her hands and threw it at Tom's face, as the Gryffindor and Slytherins students - including Harry, Ron, Pansy, Phoebe and Blaise - laughed at him.
"Ha." said Emma, smugly, as she stuck out a tounge at him. "Dirt looks good on you though, Felton." she added as Tom narrowed his eyes on her.
"She's really doing this huh? Well, let's see how clever you can be, Watson." He thought to himself adding the fact that they're going back to the way they were before.
Just like cats and dogs.