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Being Bound to Your Presence Chapter Sixteen

In Detention

Draco's P.O.V

At 4:59 on Tuesday, me and the Bush slumped down to McGonagall's classroom. When we got there, It was standing there impatiently, foot tapping annoyingly.

"You're late," It stated. I checked my watch. 5:02 PM. "You two shall scrub the floor tonight. You may leave when you are finished, not a second before. Have fun." McGonagall handed us two buckets. Stupid old hag. Doesn't even realize that we could just zap the floor clean with our wands-

"And just so you don't just zap the floor clean with your wands..." It held out Its hand. Damn, I jinxed it. Whoops. I grabbed the bucket from It after handing over my wand. Notice I call that-thing-called-McGonagall "It". Well, the truth is, I don't know if It's a guy or a chick. In this case, there really is only one way to tell, and well that's just wrong. the thought of it makes me want to kill myself. McGonagall shooed us inside as I shook my head and slammed the door. I looked in the bucket. There was a sponge in the soapy water.

"What do you do with this crap?" I asked Granger. Muggles are stupid, I am not, so naturally I needed to ask how to clean a floor without magic; such a stupid task. Hermione sighed.

"First," She said slowly, as though explaining to a little kid that two plus two equals four, "you take out your sponge and put it on the floor." Hermione took out my sponge from the bucket and put it on the floor. "Got that so far, Einstein?"

I looked at her, confused. Muggle lingo. Funny. She sighed.

"Never mind." She continued. "THEN you take your hand," She took my hand in hers and placed it on the sponge. "and move the sponge back and forth, scrubbing the dirt off the floor." She moved my hand, still on the sponge, with her own warm one in the back-and-forth motion. Ughh, what a foolish practice. But yet...her touch is so calming...

Hermione's P.O.V

My hand on top of his, I looked up and our eyes met. For a moment, Malfoy's eyes softened, and seemed to be filled with caring, maybe even something else...then I snapped back to reality and realized our position- here I was, gazing into those gray, magnificent eyes while teaching Draco Malfoy how to scrub a floor. Seeing the hilarity of it all I had to laugh. Just then the door opened and Professor Dumbledore's head appeared. I immediately removed my hand from Malfoy's and turned to the Headmaster saying, "C-Can we help you with something, P-Professor?"

Dumbledore simply smiled. eyes twinkling. "No, thank you Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy...Just looking for Professor McGonagall. Continue with what you were doing." And with that he backed out of the room.

"Old fool." Malfoy said in a disgusted voice. I scowled at him. No matter what feelings I was developing for him (rather voluntary or not,) I will always hate his dislike of the Headmaster. But Malfoy merely smirked.

Normal P.O.V

Once Hermione and Draco had set to work (Draco was now capable of it on his own), they began to talk about Draco's dream.

"You know, I've been thinking," Hermione began, concentrating on the floor, "I think that old Death Eater giving us that warning and your dream somehow...connect." She still didn't look at Malfoy. He stopped scrubbing and looked at her.

"What makes you say that?" He said, eyebrows raised.

"Oh come on, Malfoy, don't be thick," Hermione replied, meeting his gaze at last. "I mean, first some creepy guy pops up talking about your father's 'death wish', then you have this dream I'm screaming about something...the creepy dude 'JUST SO HAPPENS' to rather despise me...you know, the works..." She was looking at the floor again. Malfoy still showed no sign of comprehension. Hermione huffed.

"Gosh, Malfoy, isn't it obvious? It seems to me that if your dream is going to happen, I expect that thins creepy Death Eater will be the one tying you up and doing whatever he's does to me when you hear a scream.

"Well...that could be true...but we don't even know for sure that the dream really is something realistic." Draco replied. Hermione threw her sponge into her water bucket with a splash.

"You're the one who said it in the first place!" She said, aggravated. "Also, it has been said that if you have a dream more than once that its BOUND to come true. It's happened to Harry more than once you know." At this Draco snorted.

"Well I'm not a psycho like Pothead." He said, smirking. Hermione threw her sponge at him, which landed on his lap with a SQUISH. Lifting it up, there was a huge wet spot over his crotch as though he had peed himself. He looked slowly up at Hermione as if to say 'I know you didn't.' before splashing her face with the sudsy water. Hermione closed her eyes, appalled, then dumped the entire contents of her bucket over Draco's head. This turned into a water fight/wrestling match until McGonagall popped her head in to check on their progress.

Draco was lying with his back to the floor, sopping wet as Hermione, her knees next to him, pinned his arms to the ground...also sopping wet.

"If this floor is not completely clean and everything in it dry in TEN minutes," McGonagall said sternly, her lips in that infamously thin line, "You two will have a detention every night for the rest of your 7th year!"

And with that, she slammed the door closed once more. Draco and Hermione burst out laughing.

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Throughout the rest of the week, a rumor had found its way around the school that Draco and Hermione had an interesting snogging session during detention Tuesday night. Hermione was a self-conscious wreck whenever she walked the corridors. For the rest of the week she seemed permanately on the verge of tears. Though virtually impossible, she avoided talking to Malfoy the best she could. He, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed by this false rumor. When Ginny told Harry and Ron what she had heard, Ron laughed. Looking over at Harry, humor was not what had crossed his face.

"What, you honestly believe that rubbish! The only thing Malfoy's ever snogged is his pillow!" Ron laughed. Harry simply looked at him. "You do believe it, don't you? Rubbish. It's just bloody rubbish, trust me. Ask her yourself."

He would. Harry intended very well to ask Hermione about it. But every time he saw her, it was in passing, and every time she said something to him, she was quickly whisked away by Malfoy in a hurry to get somewhere. Before they knew it, it was the day before the Halloween Ball.

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A/N: So how'd you like it? Yes...no? hopehope I know that it was short, I'm sorryyy, sorry face but I'll DEFINITELY make up for it next chapter! Pleaseeeee review! I think I might start waiting to update until I get at least 8 reviews. I think I will. Sooo review if you want the next chapter! Coming up- the Halloween Ball! Yayyyyy:D