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Chapter 4:

"Good Morning." Harry and Ron greeted Hermione as she sat down across from them at the Gryffindor table.

"Good Morning." replied Hermione.

She looked around at the table and started filling her plate up with her favorite foods. Although Hermione wasn't a big eater, she was always taught that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Hermione sat across from her friends eating quietly, while they were engaged in a heated conversation about quidditch, and the house games that would start very soon.

Glancing up from her plate her eyes found their way to Ron's. He was looking at her with a sweet expression on his face. His eyes were warm and his lips were curved into a kind smile. They looked into each other's eyes and felt that the connection was electric; they didn't need words to describe their feelings for each other.

They were both mature enough to finally admit they liked one another. Although they didn't talk about it, it was impossible not to recognize it. The feeling was almost tangible Hermione just anticipated the day she would be asked out, by the one and only guy that captured her heart.

The bell rang and the trio got up from their seats by the Gryffindor table and walked out, towards the dungeons. They noticed the Slytherins follow them closely. Hermione had a strong feeling in her gut, it was telling her that something bad is about to happen, she only wished she knew what.

The hallway to the staircase that lead to the dungeons was empty of teachers. Although it was full of students rushing to their classes Draco's eyes didn't catch the sight of any teachers around. He assumed it must be fate to be around the golden trio without any teacher among them, so he decided to take his chance and opened his mouth to humiliate them.

"Potty, Weasel, mudblood, dreading another class with the Slytherins?" he asked, shooting a nasty sneer in their direction.

"I think you should be dreading the sight of us." answered Ron angrily.

"No galleon for you today weaselking, I still see that stupid expression on your face." said Draco, his words causing the crowd of Slytherins to fall into a fit of laughter.

"Malfoy, shut up." said Harry, walking in Draco's direction.

"Harry don't bother with him." said Hermione, tugging on his robes.

"Potter it should be Granger you're shutting up. I heard mudbloodness spreads through the air." Draco said, glaring at Hermione.

"Than I would suggest you keep on walking, God forbid you'll get infected." Hermione shot back furiously.

"Who do you think you are talking to my boyfriend bush head?" asked Pansy, getting involved in the argument.

"Great boyfriend you have Parkinson. God really knows how to pair them up, the git and the dirt." Hermione said, looking Pansy square in the eye.

"Comes from the lips of the person that's in love with the Weasel. I guess Weasels are the only hope left for a stinking mudblood like you." said Draco coldly.

"Don't insult her!" said Ron jumping on top of Draco, and punching him straight in the nose.

Draco's cronies took Ron off of Draco, and hit him hard in the stomach. Ron rolled on the floor, grabbing onto his stomach in pain. His ears turned red with fury as he felt himself losing conscious.

"Look at what you did." said Hermione throwing herself at Draco, swinging her fists madly.

"Don't you dare try and touch me, mudblood." said Draco, aiming his wand at Hermione.

"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, in my office, now!" Hermione heard McGonagall's dangerous voice as she felt her heart sink to her feet.

Hermione instructed Harry to take Ron to the hospital wing, and followed McGonagall not daring to raise her eyes from her feet. The rest of the crowd thinned as more and more students left for their classes now that the show was over.

McGonagall walked down the hallway furiously. Her heels were hitting against the hardwood floors producing a clicking sound that echoed throughout the castle, as she moved faster leading the way to her office.

She didn't speak to either of the students until she found herself in her office, standing over them. Draco and Hermione were seated in the big leather chairs, each deep in their own thoughts. Hermione's head was lowered with shame, she seemed to find her shoe laces very interesting and couldn't tear her gaze away from them, while Draco was sitting in his chair sulking. He couldn't stand Granger and hated the fact that he found himself in the Headmistress' office on the second week of school because of her.

McGonagall paced her office twice before she finally gathered enough strength to calm down and speak. She glared down at her students, cleared her throat inwardly, and opened her mouth to talk.

"Two of the brightest seven year students, one is a prefect, the other a Head Girl, and you are spending your precious time fighting instead of studying and preparing for your upcoming N.E.W.T's?

I am mortified with you, both of you. I don't care what differences you have, you are not to settle them in the middle of the hallway on the way to class. Especially not when half of the school is present. What kind of example is that to set for your fellow students? What are you trying to achieve?" she asked glaring at them.

Neither of them answered. They didn't dare to make a sound because both of them knew McGonagall very well, and she wasn't the type of teacher you would test. They sat in their chairs, looking at the blank wall, awaiting the punishment they knew was to come.

"Hermione, I expected more from you. A Head Girl, from the house of Gryffindor. A student that has been nothing but exceptional since she first set foot in this castle, fighting in the halls." McGonagall said looking down at her.

Draco snorted at McGonagall's words and looked up at Hermione with the familiar sneer he wore. He had to admit she took him by surprise jumping at him. But revenge was sweet. He knew that being preached to was Granger's worst fear, after all she lived to satisfy the teachers, and watching her sit there, with such an enormous fear in her eyes brought Draco true pleasure.

"What are you snorting about Mr. Malfoy? Do you not recall the conditions under which you were allowed back in Hogwarts? Or was the big warning you received not enough? Why are you tempting with me? Are you really so bothered here that you want to be expelled?" asked McGonagall looking into Draco's eyes.

Draco looked away from her eyes immediately. He couldn't stand looking at the fierce expression her eyes wore. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to be at Hogwarts or not, and he wasn't about to discuss that subject with McGonagall, out of all people.

If she were to expel him then the hell with Hogwarts, he'll move onto bigger and better things. If she would choose to let him stay, he will, just because he gave his word to his mother. And a true Malfoy would never break his word.

"I don't even know what to say to you. It's not like you are first years that are not adapted to our policy yet. You've been in this school long enough to know I will never tolerate such behavior. I have no other choice but to place both of you in detention. You will meet me by my classroom on a daily basis two hours after dinner. That should be sufficient enough time for you to do your homework and any studying you would find necessary. Detention would last until midnight, since that is the hour seven years are due in bed. It would go on for as long as I see necessary, and you will either attend it or face worse consequences. Off you go, I expect to see you by my class at 8 pm tonight." said McGonagall as she sat down awaiting for them to walk out of her office.