Author's Note: Alright, alright. I know. I have kept you waiting for too long. And I apologize. But really, it wasn't all my fault! School caught up with me, and being the nerd I am, I worked on it (lol). And I was lazy. It's almost summer, can you blame me!? But I want to continue this story badly... I am excited to see what you guys think about this Chappie 'cos this is the first time I'm writing Dramione in a detention sitch. And I wanna see how I did. Also: Towards the end, I admit I kind of rushed. But I wanted the Chappie to be over. xD Thanks! :D

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling, even just for a day...

She was nervous. Anxious even. Scare out of her mind.

And then, somewhere deep inside of her, she knew she was excited and thrilled she had an excuse to spend time with Him. She hadn't spent time with him since Gods knows when. And she missed him, she really did. But now she could see him, even if it meant tarnishing her record. Don't let it get to your head, though, she thought firmly. Or do you mean your Heart? She shook the thought out of her head and got ready (that's funny; Getting ready for a detention as though it were a date).

He was going to see her.

This could be bad or good.

If he made a complete idiot of himself and admitted that he still "liked" her, and she didn't feel the same way, that would be very bad. But, if he kept his mouth shut and pretended like he just didn't really care what happened, maybe that would be good. Or maybe they could just talk. And be friends and then later on he'd make the moves on her. That sounded okay, but would it work?
He told himself that it had to work. Or else he'd be left with nothing.

God, Yahweh, Buddha, Ali Muhammad or whoever you are, please watch over me on this possibly good or bad night. Kay, thanks.

"Alright, better head off to my detention." Hermione announced after dinner was over, pretending to be horribly upset.

"Bye Hermione. If he gives you a rough time, I'll punch him." Ron promised.

Harry nodded sympathetically.

"You guys are the best. I'm sure I'll be fine though... if he tries anything, I'll hex him." she lied distractedly. She'd never punch Draco though.

"Alright, bye."

"Better go to the stupid detention and spend time with the mudblood," Draco said in mock disgust.

"I feel bad for you, Drakie," Pansy said in her usual shrill, annoying voice, "If you need anyone to hold on to after it, you know you can come to me." She smiled.

How did anyone ever think they slept together or anything? He'd never touch her.

"Umm, okay, thanks, Pansy. Bye." he said, a little disturbed.

He stalked off.

Hermione sat in her seat nervously, Snape waiting for Draco to come while staring suspiciously at Hermione. She gulped. Where was he?

"Hi, Professor," came Draco's voice from behind the door. He entered and Hermione's Heart must've skipped one billion times faster. She looked down, trying to cover her red cheeks.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Malfoy, sit next to Miss Granger so I may tell you your punishments for this detention." Snape drawled, getting up. Draco nodded and nervously took his seat by Hermione.

"To begin, I'd like one of you scrub the cauldrons and then the floor. That should take no more than half an hour. Then I expect you both help each other reorganize the supply closet and stock it. Alphabetical order would be fine. That should take ten minutes. For the last ten minutes, I want you to wash all the desks, including mine." He said all of this like it was a list he was supposed to do, but was too lazy to even attempt. So he dumped it on poor, punished children. "Now, I'll leave you so I may slee --- grade papers." He left the room. Leaving two teenagers alone.

Hermione played with a strand of her hair.

Draco stared around the room, looking at anything but her.

"Umm, I'll wash the floor?" Herimone finally said nervously.

"You could do the cauldrons." Draco said politely, trying to show her he didn't want her to to get herself dirty.

"But there are more of the couldrons." Hermione said teasingly, but Draco didn't notice because he said,

"Oh, then take the floor."

"But it's dirty."

"..."

"Since when did you start caring if I did all the work or not anyhows?"

"..."

Silence.

"People change?" he said finally.

Stupid. stupid. stupid! he thought.

"I see. Well, Malfoy, I'll get started on the floor."

He was upset: She no longer called him by his first name.

But he sucked it up and said, "Alright, Granger, and don't boss me around." He hoped he wasn't being rough. He still "liked" her. couldn't she tell?

"I can do whatever I want, ferret." Her lip trembled. Granger?

"Whatever." He wouldn't call her that word anymore, no matter what. Even if she called him "ferret".

They set off to work.

The floor was grimier than Hermione thought.

It seems like Snape hadn't given them a good wash in centuries. It probably had been centuries. They were so disgusting, Hermione's fifth rag was black all over, just like the other ones. This is going to take forever! she moaned. So much for spending time with Him. Oh well, she thought, atleast I get to be in the same room with him. What's He doing anyways? She snuck a glance over at Draco, who's brows were cocked together as he tried to scrub his second cauldron. She smiled. He was adorable.

Merlin, what does the man put in these cauldrons? he thought. Apparently, he must have thought it outloud because Hermione answered, "Potions, Malfoy. Potions." He embarrassingly mumbled something rather lamely, and continued to scrub the pots' grime and filth.

"So," he ventured bravely, "come here often?"

No way I just said that! he thought.

Herimone smiled. "No, not really. What about you?"

"Oh, you know."

"Ah."

Silence.

"The floors are looking nice."

Silence.

"Thank-you. The cauldrons are coming along nicely."

Silence.

They continued to work, but both of them smiled as they worked.

"No, Malfoy! Of course Fairy Wings comes after Fair Sings!" Hermione cried.

"No, it's... oh, yeah, you're right. Here you go." Draco said slowly.

"Then what about this?" Hermione asked, picking up something hairy and large.

"Grange, that's a spider!" Draco shouted, roaring with laughter when she shrieked and dropped the spider. It looked up at them (they're in the Magical World, remember) and hissed (Magical World). It was about to jump on Hermione when Draco said, "Trappus reveris!" and a large Venus Flytrap appeared infront of them, the spider jumping into its mouth instead.

"I think," he said smartly, "That 'S' comes after 'F'."

Hermione glared at him.

"What does he keep in his desk?" Hermione asked, disgusted.

"It looks like jam. I could be wrong though," he pointed out.

"Eew, that's disgusting. It must be years old."

"I could try it and find out." He joked. She made a face.

Then they were off.

For the last ten minutes, they argued about the contents of Snape's horrid desk, laughed and joked, and for a split second, they stared at each other.

"I'm s ---" Draco began, but Snape interrupted, expecting the room.

"Not done with my desk, I see." he sneered. "You will have extra time at the other detention to finish that up."

"Yes, Sir." they both said in union.

When they left the room, Hermione thought she heard Draco say, "Bye, Hermione."

Not bad, Hermione finally decided, smiling.

And she didn't know it, but Draco was thinking, This was pretty good.

Author's Note: Soooo... did you like it!? I think I did okay! :D I think this is my longest Chappie ever written yet, too! Please R&R! Ilyyyyyyyyyyyy. P.S. I don't really want to write the Detention 2/second half, 'cause I'm lazy... but if a lot of people ask me to, I'll see... mwhahahahah.