A/N: Sorry it took so long, I was at my grandparents for a few days and they don't have internet…=(

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Harry Potter

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When they got to the nurse's office, again, Hermione knocked on the door and walked inside. "You two again? What happened this time?" The nurse walked over to them.

"This idiot made me spill Hydrofluoric Acid on my hand. I rinsed it off with water and soup, but Nichols said I should come see you." The nurse took her hand and looked at it.

"Well Ms. Granger, it doesn't look too bad, does it hurt?"

"It just stings a little bit."

"Alright, you should be fine. But I'm going to put some ointment on it and wrap it up. Wait here." She walked over to the counter and started rummaging through the drawers. Hermione walked over and sat down on one of the cots. Obviously Draco followed her.

"You know Granger, you don't have to keep calling me an idiot." Not that he cared or anything, but it was getting a little bit annoying.

"I'm just stating facts Malfoy. How could you forget your hand was practically attached to mine?"

"I was tired, I yawned, and I covered my mouth. What's the big deal anyway? It's not like you're going to lose your hand or anything." So what if her hand was a little red? There was no damage done.

Before Hermione could say anything else, the nurse was back and tending to her hand. Once it was all wrapped up they left the office and decided to just go hang out in the cafeteria and wait for lunch to start. Neither one of them particularly wanted to go back to chemistry.

When they got there, a lunch lady saw them and came towards them. "Hey, there you are! Get in the kitchen, wash your hands, grab some gloves, and get ready to serve some food." Geez, Hermione thought, that was one bitchy lunch lady.

"What's she talking about Granger?" Draco was looking around confused.

"We have kitchen duty, remember? Thanks to that fight you dragged me into yesterday." She was still pissed at him for that. The walk home in those wet clothes had left her with a runny nose, and she hated that.

"Oh," Draco said, and they walked into the kitchen to start getting ready. Once that was done, they found out they were stuck with dish duty. At least no one would see them in the back.

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About 25 minutes later the dishes started piling in, as the fast eaters were just finishing up. They each had to put the dishes in a rack, and then push them through the machine that would wash them. Then they had to put the dishes away. Pretty simple, except when you're handcuffed to someone. They were constantly getting pulled and shoved in opposite directions. Everyone in the kitchen could hear muttered insults, but they just shook their heads and went on with their jobs.

Hermione had just about had enough of this. She was sick of being handcuffed to Draco Malfoy. And it hadn't even been a whole day yet!

Draco's feelings were about the same. He hadn't seen any of his friends all day. Probably a good thing, considering the circumstances, but annoying all the same. Hermione had to be the worst person he'd ever been forced to hang around.

About this time the majority of the students had finished their lunch and were bringing in their trays. They could fit about 15 trays into one rack, and they pushed through about 10 racks before going over to put them away. They each stacked up some trays, and picked up about 30 to return. They were made out of thin plastic, so they weren't really that heavy.

They started walking towards where the trays were kept. Draco wasn't paying much attention to his feet, and about 2 seconds later stepped on a very wet spot on the floor. Normally, that wouldn't have been a big deal, but carrying a bunch of trays makes keeping one's balance tougher. The trays went flying in the air and he landed painfully on his back.

Hermione was really mad. One minute she was walking across the kitchen and the next thing she knew there was a crash, and she was jerked off her feet. The trays she had been carrying were scattered everywhere, and she suddenly found herself on top of Malfoy, who groaned and felt the air leaving his lungs.

"Granger, could you please get OFF of me?" He was embarrassed enough at having fallen in the first place, and now his back was killing him. But Hermione wasn't happy either.

"What is wrong with you, you dumbass!" She tried getting up with one hand, then grabbed a tray nearby and started hitting him in the head. Draco wasn't going to just sit there and let her beat him up. He picked up a tray too, and hit her back.

"Do you think I wanted to fall? It was an accident." She hit him with the tray again.

"I don't care if it was an accident. Thanks to you I'm covered in old food and water….again!"

They started whacking each other, turning it into an all out war. By this time though, everyone had arrived in the back to see what all the commotion was about. Mr. Sugg, the Vice Principal, ran over and grabbed the trays out of their hands. "What is going on here??"

Hermione looked around now, noticing for the first time just how big a crowd had shown up, and wondering just how long they had been there. She was too stunned to say anything, so Draco started his story.

"We were putting trays away when I slipped and fell. She fell too, and the next thing I know I'm being ambushed by her and that tray. I couldn't let her just keep hitting me, so I grabbed a tray too and hit her back."

Hermione was totally annoyed by this, but couldn't think of anything to defend herself with. After all, everything he said was true.

"Miss. Granger, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

She looked up at him, trying to think of something to get her out of this mess, but the only thing she could come up with was, "He deserved it." This made Mr. Sugg laugh, on the inside of course. On the outside he was scowling at them.

"Both of you go to Miss DeBoard's office. But first, pick up all of these trays." He couldn't believe the messes the two trouble makers could make in so little time. "As for the rest of you," he said to the onlookers, "get back to whatever you were doing." It took a few moments, but eventually the kitchen was empty of everyone who didn't belong there.

Hermione started picking up the trays, mumbling angrily to herself. She looked over at Draco and found him just standing there staring off into space. She took one of the trays, looked around to make sure no one was looking, and threw it at his face. This brought him out of his day dreaming, and now he was glaring at her. "Why are you so obsessed with hitting me with trays?"

"If you'd stop being a jerk, and start picking up trays I wouldn't have to." He didn't respond to that, so she went back to picking up trays. He reluctantly did too.

It took them about five minutes to get their mess cleaned up, and then they were on their way to the Principal's office….for the third time in two days.

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Annie DeBoard had been watching Draco and Hermione all day, and frankly she wasn't pleased. Sure, she knew miracles didn't happen overnight, but they weren't even making any progress. If anything they were getting worse. Maybe she had made a mistake in how she went about this.

The prophecy specifically said the only way to save the world is if they could learn to get along. They were the only two people in the world who could stop Voldemort from taking over the world. She looked into her screen and saw that Draco and Hermione were almost at her office. Still arguing about whose fault all of it was.

Annie sighed. If this plan didn't start working fast, she'd just have to come up with something better. What that could be, she had no idea.

She heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

Two heads poked into her office. They slowly walked in and took their seat, apparently expecting her to start shouting any second. She was resolved not to lose her head this time around. "Well, what happened this time?" She already knew what had happened, but she was kind of curious why it had.

Hermione spoke first. "I got mad," she said simply, as if that explained everything. Draco snorted at this and Annie thought she heard him mutter something.

"What was that Mr. Malfoy? He looked up at her, apparently not realizing he'd said anything out loud.

"I said, that's the biggest understatement I've ever heard. She started attacking me with a tray!" When Annie looked over at Hermione to see her reaction, she was smirking. She stopped as soon as she realized she was being watched.

"Well guys, I really don't know what to do with you. No matter what punishment I give you, you guys just get into even more trouble. Why is it so hard for you to stop trying to kill each other?" She paused and waited for one of them to speak. They continued to sit there in silence. For once this was not what she wanted.

"Get back to class." Draco and Hermione both looked up at her shocked. They must have been expecting more than that. To be honest though, Annie was too tired. She was running out of ideas, and they didn't seem to care. "Well? Are you going to keep sitting there all day? I said get to class!"

They both jumped up and hastily left her office. She sighed, slumped down in her chair, and put her head on her desk. "What to do, what to do…." She said to no one in particular. Her phone rang then. "Hello?" There was a woman on the other end telling her the toilets in the boys bathroom in the cafeteria were clogged up. She hung up, then called the janitor to go fix it.

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Jerry was in the boys bathroom cleaning up the worst mess he had ever seen. Every toilet was clogged, there was crap on the walls, and it smelled like someone had set off a dung bomb or two. He had already fixed two of the four toilets in there. The third was almost finished too, but it wasn't going to go down without a fight, and Jerry got splashed in the face by something he'd rather not think about.

"Shit!" He stood up and dropped the plunger. "I did not come here to plunge toilets and clean up after stupid teenage boys." He looked around quickly, then shut and locked the door. Then he walked over to his janitor cart, and pulled out his wand. He then proceeded to clean the bathroom till it was spotless, without lifting a finger.

He put his wand away, left the bathroom, and headed back to his office, which was not much bigger than a broom closet. When he got there, Jerry sat down and pulled out a binder. Inside of it were all of his notes on every student in the school. He'd been keeping tabs on them all, trying to find a pair who fit the prophecy.

He'd spent the last 15 years at the damn school, and still nothing. However things were going to change. When he got to work that day, he was immediately sent to the Home EC room to clean up a mess that two students had made the day before.

And this wasn't the first fight they'd gotten into either. It was a reoccurring problem, that had all the teachers going out of their minds. He found Draco Malfoy's and Hermione Granger's info, and was shocked. He hurriedly pulled out his copy of the prophecy and skimmed through it.

"Oh my god, how could I have been so stupid? They've been right in front of me!" Jerry stood up and started pacing. Yes he may have found them, but now he realized this was just the beginning. He'd heard some of the horror stories. "How am I going to get them together when so many have already failed?"

He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his arm. He lifted his sleeve and saw the faint outline of his dark mark. "I know my lord," he said to the air around him, "I'll think of something."

He sat back down at his desk, and began trying to think of a way to get the two students to fulfill the prophecy and ensure the never ending reign of Lord Voldemort.

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A/N: So what do you guys think? Please review!!