So, here is the brand new chapter six! Anyway, there is not that much to say, but I hope you guys enjoy and review at the end! Hope this is better than the original chapter six! Also, please forgive me for the late update. School has been kicking my butt lately and goodness, I hate being a junior in high school! But, on to chapter six!

IMPORTANT NOTE: The brand new chapter six will have some parts of the original one, but it will be different!

I want to thank Just Your Above Average Malfoy for editing this chapter! She is awesome and I thank her!

Detention

"Look at them."

"I know."

"How?"

"I don't know!"

"Eh, I kind of sensed that they fancied each other."

"Really?"

"I mean, they have been going at it for the past six years. One of them was going to give in. The other had to be reeled in."

"Hmm, makes sense."

"Ginny, Lavender. Stop."

"Oh, Hermione! I can't believe you had the Draco Malfoy chasing after you all these years!"

"No, he-"

"Is absolutely stunning! Right, Ginny?"

"Well, I don't know. It's hard to think that."

"Oh, please. You know he is absolutely worthy of a snog session! What? Are you uncomfortable talking about this next to your once boyfriend?"

"Well, Lavender," Harry interrupted. "I just don't want to hear anymore of this nonsense. Ginny can talk about anything she wants, but not about Malfoy."

"Harry, Ginny can talk about the ferret if only she mentions how ridiculous he is," Ron mumbled as he chewed on his food.

"Fine," Harry sighed.

"He is ridiculous," Ginny commented.

Ron smiled and nodded his head in approval. "See, Harry? No need to-"

"Ridiculously handsome next to that Zabini!"

Then the older Weasley frowned and shook his head in disapproval. "WHAT-"

"Ron, don't comment. You are just jealous that Hermione got that kind of action," Ginny said.

Ron's eyes could have exploded from his head. But it didn't. Instead, his face looked like as if it was set on fire. If it was possible, the redhead might as well have steam coming out of his ears and nose. He ground his teeth together as he heard those words come out of his own sister's mouth.

"Ron, don't even believe them," Hermione said as she placed her hand on him. "I keep on telling you that I didn't even do it! There are rumors! There are not even true and I just can't believe you wouldn't listen to me in the first place!"

"But it's Malfoy," Ron grumbled.

"But it's not true," Harry said.

The Head Girl gave a soft smile to her friend and he nodded.

"So, you aren't mad?" Hermione asked.

Weasley froze and kept a straight face. His two friends feared what he was going to say in the next moments.

"Hell, I'm pissed."

"WHAT-"

"That you didn't punch him in the face or kick him in his manhood while you were on him!" Ron said as he smirked.

"Well, he wasn't worth it. Can't have his blood on my fingers."

"But it would have messed up his face."

"His face is already messed up," Hermione replied.

Draco heard the laughter of the Golden Trio from across the Great Hall. For some odd reason, he just wanted to hit only Potter and Weasley to shut them up. Their laughter was some nasty noise in his ears, but he didn't really mind Granger's laughter. It was sort of nice.

'Wait, what? Why the bloody hell did I just think that? Her laughter sounds like a pig being slaughter...along with a nice melody... I got to stop this kind of thinking.'

"Draco, darling. Are you alright?" Pansy whispered into his ear.

He felt her hot breath on his neck. His eye twitched. The feeling was not pleasant at all. For some odd reason, he preferred having Granger-

'I really have to stop.'

"Oh, no. Don't worry. I-"

He threw a English muffin at her.

And soon, he heard a choking sound.

At first, it pleased him. But, now he regretted it because he had the combination of hearing Harry and Ron's laughter and Pansy's choking. Oh how nothing can get much worse than this!

But of course it did.

Blaise was smirking from the corner of his eye.

Malfoy was about to say something until he remembered that he couldn't speak. He immediately shut his mouth and glared at the black boy. The platinum blond really wished that Zabini wasn't born. But most of all, he really wished that he wasn't put up to this dare.

With that, he got up and quickly made his way out of the Great Hall. But, he knew he was being followed. Malfoy heard footsteps behind him and he shook his head in annoyance. He thought to himself about why can't he have at least some time alone. He could picture Blaise behind him, with a smirk, and teasing him about the situation he was in.

'Zabini, that bloody git! That is it!'

Draco turned around quickly and breathed out, "You...bloody...Longbottom?"

There stood Neville instead of Blaise.

"Uhh, oh. Um, don't hurt me! I was just simply going to the-"

Malfoy didn't want to waste his breath over this fool. He simply just walked away from him and continued his way to the Heads Room. He smirked as he thought of resting his voice so he can curse at Zabini the following day and try to do the dare without any sort of disturbance.

The platinum blond stared at the ceiling just thinking about tomorrow. He was still furious about what happened at dinner and wanted so badly to beat the living hell out of Blaise. He crossed his arms and tried to close his eyes, but the events that happened today kept on flashing in his head.

He couldn't believe that he had to spend detention with Granger.

But he still couldn't believe that he had to make that one person, whom he hated with a fiery passion and hoped for her to die in some possible way in detention, fall in love with him.

His closest friend was a sick person.

Then Malfoy smirked.

'I'm not going to lose this bloody dare. Once I'm done with Granger, Blaise is sure going to live his life as if it is hell. I guess detention won't be so bad after all. Maybe it is a way for me to be... better terms with the mudblood.'

Draco felt something poking his face. He chose to ignore it and continue his sleep, but then he felt more poking. He slowly lifted up his eyelids, but they felt so heavy. Once they were fully opened, he noticed that it was very early in the morning. The sun was barely showing from the mountains and the sky had a shade of dark blue with a splash of orange. As Draco looked around, he noticed that an owl was right above his head.

It had a white note in its mouth and dropped it on his face. The owl soon flew out his window leaving Malfoy to read the letter that was sent to him.

Once he opened it, the note said in neat handwriting:

"Mr. Draco Malfoy,

Go to the Headmistress Room for your punishment along with Ms. Hermione Granger.

Hope I am not going to be kept waiting.

-McGonogall"

He frowned after reading the note. The platinum blond forgot that he had to serve detention with the rotten mudblood, Hermione Granger. He couldn't believe that he would be included with the punishment. In his head, he thought that Granger had all the blame. She was the one who started it. Well, sort of.

Knock knock

Draco was a bit worried if his voice was fully healed. He didn't response until another voice echoed from the other side of the door.

"Malfoy, get up. I hope you still don't have your voice."

The platinum blond grumbled a bit and made his way towards the door.

He flung it opened and smirked. "Well, it sadly seems that hope is now gone. Besides Granger, my voice sounds like an angel."

"Angel? More like an creature in hell," she smirked back at him.

"A devilish handsome creature?"

Granger held a straight face. "Just leave it at devilish creature."

"Handsome."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes?"

"I'm not even going to continue this conversation."

"Oh, but you have to Mudblood."

'Why should I?"

"Because how can you escape this conversation if you are going to serve detention with me?"

"I can ignore you. It's easy as that."

"Is it really?"

"Yes."

"Then, ignore me now."

"Wait what?"

"See, you can't ignore me," he flashed another smirk at her.

She frowned at this. "I was just surprised of the sudden demand. But, fine. I will ignore you."

"Oh, this should be entertaining," Malfoy said.

"Mudblood."

Silence.

"Granger."

Even more silence.

"You know you can't ignore me forever."

Still, no reply yet.

"Hey, is that Weasley snogging with Parkinson?"

"WHAT?"

"See, can't ignore me."

"Oh, quiet Malfoy! That was unfair."

"How is it unfair? It makes absolutely no sense for Weasley to be even with her. You sure you have a brain in your head? I think it's lost in your bushy hair."

"Yes I do have one. What about you? Your hair matches your head. I heard that by the size of your head defines how smart you are. The bigger the smarter. For you, it's a bit too small," Hermione said.

"Ah, are you observing me? I'm quite flattered, but I have no interest with mudbloods."

"I'm glad you have no interest. You aren't even worth it."

"You aren't either."

Hermione glared at him. She was about to say something, but then the brunette noticed that they already have arrived to the Headmaster room.

"You are lucky that we are here."

"And why would I be considered lucky?"

"It would been fun to see you become a ferret again."

"...Sod off, Granger."

McGonagall heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said as she set down papers.

Once the door opened, a flash of silvery-blond and brunette popped into the room. The Heads walked up to her desk and waited for her to say something once both of them made eye contact with the Professor.

"For your punishment," McGonagall began. "I will let Professor Snape take care of you two. Both of you will stay with him for the entire day-"

"But, Professor McGonagall! My classes! I can't-"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Granger. This is your punishment, but I believe that you will be caught up with your classes as soon the detention is over. You and Mr. Malfoy are Heads. Don't disappoint me."

"But the entire day?" Draco asked.

"Yes, the entire day."

"Oh, how wonderful," he sarcastically mumbled.

She nodded and said, "It's good to know that you got your voice back."

"I wish he never got it back," Hermione whispered.

"Ms. Granger."

"I apologize, Professor."

"Anyway, go to him. I will see you two at the end of the day," she said as she went back to the papers that were on her desk.

Once the two left her room, McGonagall heard angry voices. She rolled her eyes as she listened to the conversation between the two Heads.

"I can't believe it! Snape? Of all people! I would have gladly take Hagrid for the detention!" Hermione shouted.

"You would want him? Of all people, he would be someone I would least take. I'm glad Snape is our supervisor," Draco replied.

"Of course you would want him! He's your favorite teacher!"

The Headmistress sort of regretted her decision of the supervisor. She knew Snape didn't get along with Hermione, but at least she will know how to act appropriately while Draco will be under control. Part of her wanted Hagrid to be the supervisor, but then it will go the other way. The Head Boy would be completely furious.

She sighed as she thought of another idea.

'Maybe I should have put them under my care.'

For Hermione, she hated where she was right at this moment. She was in a room with two people she couldn't tolerate. Maybe even hate. There stood in front of her, Snape, while Malfoy was at her side. She knew that Draco was pleased that he got Snape to look after him. But for Hermione, this was a taste of hell.

She remembered that Seamus was in detention just a day ago and boy, he sure let his experience out during dinnertime. Finnigan went on saying how horrible detention with Snape was. All he did was write everything that is in the potions book and he didn't finish. Hermione recalled from Finnigan that he would have to return the next day to finish it up.

'Wait...'

After a few moments of an awkward and unpleasant staring contest between the three, the door creaked and the two students turned around.

Hermione couldn't be a bit happier at the sight of Seamus.

"Oh, thank Merlin! Seamus!" she cheered.

"Hey Hermione," he greeted. "Malfoul."

"Sissy Finny."

"What are ya doin' here with him?" Seamus asked.

"Remember, detention? With Snape, sadly."

"Ten points off Gryffindor. Ms. Granger, I'm right in front of you. Mind your manners or else you will have to serve detention with me tomorrow again," Snape interrupted.

"Heh, but that would be a mistake to not listen to him. A hell of a mistake," Seamus whispered to her.

"I apologize," she mumbled to the professor. "But Seamus, I am glad that you are here."

"What? I'm not havin' detention! I'm already finished!"

"Wait, when? It's early in the morning! You can't possibly be finished!"

"Well, I did."

"Let me guess Finnigan, you came here earlier than we did," Malfoy said.

"Well, I did."

"Wait, what?" Both of them asked.

"That's part of the detention. If ya don' finish, the next day starts very early in the morning."

"What time did you get here?" Hermione questioned.

"Four."

Silence.

"It's only six in the morning," Malfoy murmured. "You wake up that early?"

"Well, I have ta," Finnigan replied.

Draco turned to the professor and asked, "Then what time do you wake up?"

"Three," Snape stated.

Even more silence.

Three in the morning is the devil's hour.

"Good luck then. See ya, Hermione," then he looked at the platinum blood. "I hope ya don' finish for a long time so I won' see ya for a while."

"I'm a Slytherin, Finnigan."

"So?"

"And what House does Professor Snape prefers?"

Silence.

With that, the Irish immediately left.

It was quiet for a few moments until a gurgling sound was coughed off. Draco and Hermione turned their attention to their detention supervisor. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds until Snape placed two books on the closest desk next to him. As what Seamus had done, they were going to copy everything from the potions book. Both cursed in their heads.

"Copy everything. If both don't finish before detention ends, then you two will have to return tomorrow an hour earlier."

"What? So, if I finish before Granger-,"

"That's going to be impossible, Malfoy. I will likely finish before you can," she huffed.

"No you can't. I can finish faster than you."

"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"Yes I-"

"Quiet!"

Both of them shut their mouths and became stiff. Snape held his usual expression and waited for a few moments to continue. Once he thought it was the right time, he pulled out three more books and placed them on the same table as the first book.

"Now," he began. "Both of you will have to copy these four books. Start now. Do not fool around or I will assign more books. Now, get to work."

As the two students were copying the book, Snape watched from afar. He observed how they were working. The professor noticed that Hermione slightly jumped time to time and then Draco would give a little smirk. He suspected something, but he knew that Draco was the one who started it.

"Ms. Granger. Stop being a rabbit. You are a human," Snape said.

"Mudblood to be exact," Draco smirked.

Instead of the Gryffindor jumping, Snape saw the Slytherin popping from his seat.

"Mr. Malfoy-,"

"It's Granger!"

"Five points off Gryffindor."

"WHAT-,"

"Do you want to make it ten, Ms. Granger?"

"No."

"Good. Now stop fooling around before I decide to give you two more books," the professor said as he held another potions book in his hand. He nearly smirked as he saw the two fiercely write after seeing the sight of another book.

Hermione noticed that Snape wasn't paying attention to them since he was reading something. She stopped writing and nudged the boy next to her. Malfoy quietly peeped by the surprise hit and glared.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

"Why were you bothering me earlier?" she questioned.

"Don't I always?"

"Yes, but you never lay a hand on me. Ever."

"Are you saying that you are sad that I never touched you? My Granger, I still think you may fancy me."

"Ugh, that will never happen. Who could ever like you?"

"The whole school. Exclude the males and the professors."

"Include some males," Hermione mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. I don't even know why are you starting to...lay a hand on me. I thought you don't touch mudbloods."

Draco remained quiet and thus, the two continued writing. That is, until the Gryffindor felt something poking her stomach. In an instant, she elbowed Malfoy in the stomach. Sort of. It was lower than the stomach. For a second, Hermione thought that she heard Draco moan. Her eyes widen. She elbowed Malfoy in the groin. Oh boy. She slowly started to scoot away, but then she felt a hand grab on her arm.

"Don't move," he whispered. "He would suspect something."

"Suspect something? I think he already does! And let go of me!"

"Shh! Quiet!"

"Let go of me!"

"Granger, shut up!"

"Let go of me first and then I will be quiet."

Malfoy released his grip and Granger immediately folded her arms.

"Stop bothering me!" she whispered.

"It is just poking, Granger. It is not like I am beating you up."

"You can't even beat anyone."

"Yes, I can."

"Fine, then name one."

Malfoy couldn't really name one. The only memory of beating someone up was Blaise, but that was with a hairbrush. He couldn't possible reveal that to Granger, or that would lead up to embarrassing results. He would be named Malfoy the hairdresser, or something like that. So, what he did was to keep his mouth shut. Draco could lose some of his pride, but to an extent.

"I can't," he mumbled with agony.

Then, he saw someone odd in Hermione: she looked stunned. Her chocolate brown eyes were widen while her eyebrows were high up on her forehead.

"What?" he questioned.

"For some odd reason, I suspected you to lie about beating someone up. I really did."

"What? I can't be honest?"

"Well, you proven me wrong. At least it is possible for you to be honest. Finally, a nice quality about you."

Silence.

Draco was a bit taken back at that. Though he shocked Granger about being honest, she surprised him by giving him a compliment. He felt a some kind of weird joy as he realized she complimented him. Then, he noticed that he didn't give a response yet.

"Did you just compliment me, Granger?"

"Malfoy, do you want to be a ferret again?"

"No."

"Good."

They sat in silence while continuing working on their detention work. While Hermione was working as fast as she can, Malfoy was collected by his thoughts.

'I think I actually made a bit of process. She complimented me! Hah! Time to rub that in Zabini's face.' He smirked.

Granger heard some muffling next to her and she glanced to see the noise. She raised her eyebrows at what she saw. She could have laughed, but at the same time, it was freaking her out.

"Malfoy, can you stop rubbing your book. It's quite disturbing."

"What?"

'...I guess I didn't know I was actually rubbing something as I said that.'

"Nevermind."

They remained quiet for a few moments until Hermione broke the silence.

"I really thought you were going to lie, Malfoy."

"Okay, okay. We get it. Can we go on another topic?"

The Head Girl ignored him and continued, "For some strange reason. I thought you were going to come up with some crazy lie about beating someone up."

"Oh?" he smirked. "Did you? And what was your idea?"

She giggled and said, "That you beat up Zabini with a hairbrush! I don't know why I thought that. I know that's not true though."

Draco almost thought he couldn't breathe.

"O-Oh," he nervously gulped. "Why did you even think that? That is the most stupid thing I ever heard! I would never do that."

Now, that was a lie.

"I know. It is just an idea. Besides, I can't imagine that."

"Yeah, me either."

As they worked on copying the books, both of them had no clue of how many hours they spent in the classroom. The lighting of Potions class wasn't helping since it was very dark in there. But, something seemed a bit odd.

They knew it was past morning, but the two Heads just noticed something. While they were copying the books, Snape had disappeared and that there should be class in this room. They were in Snape's Potions class, but it had been hours since someone else stepped in the room.

"Malfoy, where is Professor Snape?" Hermione asked as she stopped writing.

"I don't know, but shouldn't there be class in here?" he replied.

"Do you think he moved the class to Professor Slughorn's room?"

"I don't know."

"Wait, check the door."

"I don't feel like it, Granger. You go."

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"Fine, fine," Malfoy said as he got up.

He made his way towards the door and grabbed for the knob. Once he tried to turn it, he paused. He struck the door and turned the knob, but nothing happened. Draco slowly turned his head to Hermione and her eyes widened.

"The door is locked."

"No, no, no, no! This can't be happening to me! Why? Why are I am stuck in this room with him?"

"I'm just kidding. It's open," he smirked as the door cracked open, pouring light into the room.

The Head Girl's mouth almost hanged opened as the light creep into the room and hit her face. Her expression was priceless as she saw the light. Her eyes were widened as if she was trying to keep them open during a staring contest while her eyebrows went as high on her forehead. But once she shook her head, her face darkened with a shade of red. Her mouth formed a straight line as if she was trying to keep herself calm, but the anger in her eyes gave it away.

For some odd reason, Malfoy enjoyed seeing her expressions since he was smirking at her during the process of her reaction.

"Why you...you...you..." Hermione was at a lose of words. Malfoy scared her to death since she feared that she was actually stuck in the class with him.

"What about me?" he asked as he raised his eyebrow while keeping a sly smile on his face.

"I hate you," she grumbled.

"Tell me something I don't know. Now, I say we should get out of here," Draco insisted as he took a step out of the room.

"But, our work!"

"I need food. I'm hungry and you are probably hungry too. We been here since six in the morning and look, the sun is already heading towards the mountains. We obviously need to get some food and to spend time away from each other."

He heard her sigh and saw her glance at the work. He was desperately hoping for her to admit defeat so they can get out of there and get a break.

"Fine."

Draco almost cracked a smile.

"But, we have to stay together."

Nevermind, he frowned.

"Oh goody!" he sarcastically said. "More time to spend with you. Oh how Merlin loves me."

"Let's just hurry and make sure that no one sees us."

"Fine," he mumbled. "But I suggest we should use your bushy hair as a shield to hide both of us."

He was soon hit by a book.

"Bloody hell!" he yelled.

"Shh!"

"You mudblood! You didn't have to hit me! And by a book? Wait, is this a potions book? Why are you bringing this?"

"While we eat, I'm going to do part of the detention work."

"Hmph, you have no life."

He didn't expect to be hit by another book.

And she didn't expect to be hit by a hairbrush. Well, she didn't even see it nor did she feel it since it landed in her hair.

Malfoy's face almost dropped as he had to get his own hairbrush out of her hair.

'Oh what bloody joy.'

And I will stop there! WOO! Finally! Sorry for taking so long. I have been busy with school work that I couldn't finish the chapter as fast as possible.

I hope you guys enjoyed the edited chapter! And hope you guys review!

I will try to get chapter seven as fast as I can!