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Chapter 3: Golden Lights:
Draco:
Draco noticed that within the twenty minutes period he had grown to be very rigid, standing up suddenly he stretched his arms above his head. Extending his slender body, he hadn't noticed his shirt rising to show a sliver of his pale skin. At this exact moment it seemed the bushy, brown haired girl looked up from her relentless studying. He smirked as he sat back down. He pretended not to notice as she immediately shifted slightly, looking uncomfortable and abashed when she averted her lingering gaze as a slight shade of pink flushed her cheeks. With a soft snort he looked away towards the Hogwarts grounds, suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, he had been trying to make the Mudblood notice him. What would his father do if he knew his previously unknown Intentions? He rubbed his cheek trying not to wince as the thought remained for the rest of the class period.
"Never would I have expected you Miss Granger to show such subordination and tardiness in my class. I held you to a much higher standard. And as for you, Mister Malfoy, although you've never previously been a disturbance in my class... I still will not stand for
It." said McGonagall, sharply, glancing between the pair with disappointment.
"I'm truly sorry, Professor. I'll gladly take the blame for the mishap, I ran Into Hermione..." Draco said, giving her a pleading look, trying not to look like Granger's name was poison. "And scattered her books everywhere. I can only assume that she went to the library to retrieve more books for the fifteen classes she was taking this quarter." He snuck a feeble glance at Granger; her face was clouded over with disbelief and a twinge of shock. As he had predicted, the use
Of her first name made them seem civil and not as hateful towards each other.
"Regardless of the reasoning, I will still have to discipline you both. 5 points from both houses, and three weeks of detention, perhaps that will teach you both a lesson. I will see you both during 3rd hour." McGonagall said, nodding curtly. Draco looked at his hands, acting abashed.
"That's today. Now, get to your next class." She said, over her shoulder as she walked down the corridor.
Hermione:
Hermione fidgeted on the bench she was sitting on slightly, she was getting rather frustrated with the fact that she was awaiting punishment from her favorite teacher in an empty courtyard with nothing but the sky to look at; at least there was only twenty minutes of class left so that would mean that McGonagall should be here in no less than thirty, thought Hermione, but what should she do with her time? Ah yes, she thought, her potions essay; might as well make the best use of the time as possible.
As she was looking up uses of Mandrakes in potions when Hermione heard the soft pattering of feet coming from the corridor that turns into the courtyard, they preceded a flash of blonde hair, which happened to be striding towards her at this very moment. Unbeknownst to Hermione, her heart beat sped up, to an almost pinching pressure when the tall, jaunty, Slytherin shoved her Transfiguration book at her, and strode across the courtyard to sit near a particularly large tree.
Just as Hermione was making a breakthrough on her assignment she noticed Malfoy suddenly stand, and as her gaze traveled upward she was rewarded with a smirk, and a raging blush, she only hoped the distance between them would make it less visible.
Then it came, what Hermione was waiting for, McGonagall strode into the Courtyard, and Draco and Hermione assembled in front of her. "Never would I have expected you Miss Granger to show such subordination and tardiness in my class. I held you to a much higher standard. And as for you, Mister Malfoy, although you've never previously been a disturbance in my class... I still will not stand for it", McGonagall spoke harshly.
"I'm truly sorry, Professor. I'll gladly take the blame for the mishap, I ran into Hermione... And scattered her books everywhere. I can only assume that she went to the library to retrieve more books for the fifteen classes she was taking this quarter." Hermione's gaze shifted from the Professor to her classmate in disbelief; did he really just take responsibility for what had happened earlier today and even defended her? And did he really just call her by her first name? The boy must have fallen on his head today.
"Regardless of the reasoning, I will still have to discipline you both. 5 points from both houses, and three weeks of detention, perhaps that will teach you both a lesson. I will see you both during 3rd hour." Spoke McGonagall in a matter-of-fact kind of way, and all Hermione could do was nod, deep down she knew that no matter what had happened today she deserved some type of punishment, so she accepted McGonagall's decisions.
"That's today. Now, get to your next class." said the Professor, finally dismissing the two.