CHAPTER TEN: DETENTION AGAIN
Draco and Hermione met at the foot of the dungeons the next day at exactly eight o'clock, and after instructed by Professor Snape to wash all the used jars and glass vials, set to work. Snape was to return in two hours, just as Professor McGonagall had the day before.
"I hope you're happy with yourself," Hermione said furiously, throwing a bunch of empty glass potion tubes in the sink, and muttered "Reparo" under her breath, having broken half of them doing so.
"Oh yes, I'm quite happy with myself," Draco said with a mocking smile, putting on a pair of black Dragon hide gloves, "seeing as how you're the one to blame for this."
"I suppose this is all my fault?" Hermione asked sarcastically, and looked down at Draco's hands.
"And I don't think you need those, we're only washing jars, not slaying Blast Ended Skrewts," she said, smirking at his gloves.
Draco rolled his eyes and took off the black gloves. He muttered something that suspiciously sounded like "Mudblood," and moved beside her to wash a rusting cauldron, disgust etched into his face.
Hermione eyed the grimace Draco wore and burst out laughing. "It's just a cauldron," she said, a little pink in the face.
"I know that," he scowled.
"Alright," she said airily, "although it is kind of, pathetic." She held her breath, watching him closely.
Draco whistled quietly, took a rag to dry his hands and turned to her. "Oh, I'm pathetic?" he said softly.
Hermione grinned although her heart was in her throat, her eyes twinkling before she pressed her lips onto his, smiling all the while.
IIIII
Draco took a sip from a mug nearby, Hermione sitting beside him, her head of fluffy hair on his chest. They were in the Room of Requirement, the forest no longer a suitable place to meet in secret due to the colder weather.
"Are you excited about going home for Christmas?" Hermione asked, staring into the fire. She would be staying at Hogwarts over the holidays, and glumly thought about the weeks she would spend alone, being the only Gryffindor who had signed Professor McGonagall's list to stay in the castle.
"I would be," Draco said slowly, "if I were going home."
Hermione looked at him questioningly. Draco threw her lightly so she was on her back on the loveseat, Draco crawling towards her.
"Imagine it," he said softly, putting a hand under her sweater softly, "just the two of us in this castle..." Hermione snorted.
"Draco, do you actually think that us shagging in the Prefects' bathroom all during the break is enough to sustain a relationship?"
Draco grinned. "Maybe not," he said, his lips close to hers, his body pressed against her now, "but there'll also be cold snow, the empty Gryffindor common room, Fire Whiskey…"