a/n: first of all, thank you all so much for the reviews!!! new readers, oh wow, i'm so flattered there are new people reading this fanfic, i'm glad you gave it a chance and i hope you will enjoy the rest of it just as much, i have a lot planned for this, hope you all like it :)

and on another note, Harry is not dead, he just left to find horcruxes and as arrogant as he is, he didn't say a thing about it to anyone and he just left, and ginny is hurt because she was waiting for him, and he just ran without saying a word to her, yes i know he is lame. sighs

on yet another note, the detention the next day took place at the end of the day, not at the begining, it was after classes and blah... hehe, and they have detention everyday, weekdays and weekends, at 8 pm.

Hope all of you will review this next chapter, i had a very hard time with it, i was stuck in horrible writer's block around this time, hopefully it doesn't suck and you all like it, tell me what you all think :)

Chapter 11:

"What's with the face, Granger?" asked Draco, as soon as McGonagall turned her attention away from the pair.

"What do you mean, Malfoy?" asked Hermione, not in the mood to argue at that precise moment.

"You look horrible! Not like you ever look good, but what's with the dark circles under your eyes? Were you up blowing Weasley all night?"

"Fuck off Malfoy," said Hermione bitterly.

"Don't tell me what to do Mudblood."

"Don't call me a Mudblood, if your head is too thick to realize I have a name, don't call me anything at all," spat Hermione, glaring in his direction.

She didn't have any sleep, and her best friend left without even saying a word to anyone. She was angry, tired and cranky; she was in no mood to mess around with Malfoy. She was fed up with his immature insults, and unbearable behavior. Today was not a day to mess around with Hermione Granger.

Draco just snorted in reply to her glare and went back to his work. He was a little taken aback by her sudden outburst so he decided to drop the subject for the time being; but he would get back at her… he knew so for sure.

Detention ended with the same tense silence as it started. Hermione didn't take her eyes off her work for one minute; she was bitter and didn't bother hiding it.

Hermione couldn't feel more relieved to leave that classroom. She fast walked back to her common room, hoping to see Ginny there. She hasn't seen her since that morning and was in desperate need to know if she was all right.

She slowly walked into the common room and looked around. It was empty aside from Ron, who was sitting on an armchair staring at the fire. Hermione walked towards him and took the seat on the armchair next to him. Ron was the one to break the silence first.

"How was detention?" he asked, anger towards Malfoy still sensed in his voice.

"Same as always," Hermione answered, giving him a weak smile. "How is Ginny?" she asked.

"She looks pretty much the same. She went to bed early, said she was very tired," said Ron, a little concerned.

"She'll be better," Hermione said, in an attempt to reassure both of them.

"I hope so," sighed Ron, "Where do you think Harry is?" he asked, his gaze not leaving the flames that were now starting to die out.

"On the hunt for Horcruxes, most likely. Probably in some empty shack, hiding. I still don't understand why he didn't tell us about it; we could have helped him," said Hermione, a little anger visible on her fair face.

"I know. I am very upset as well. I mean, we're his best mates, how can he hide this from us? We were supposed to find them together, and battle together. And he just leaves, without saying a word," Ron finally let out some of his anger.

"Well there's nothing we can do right now. I guess we'll just stay on the look out for any information on him, and just wait for him to contact us. I just hope he'll turn to us if he will need our help," sighed Hermione.

"Are you tired?" asked Ron, looking at her sweetly.

"A little, but it's not so bad," said Hermione, as a yawn escaped her lips.

"I think it's pretty bad," Ron smiled.

Hermione smiled back sweetly. Ron got up from his seat and gave Hermione a hand.

"Here, let me help you get up," he said shyly.

Hermione took his hand with a smile.

"Thanks," she said, "I needed it."

"Anytime," replied Ron, walking her towards the stairs to the girls' dorms.

"I appreciate you staying up with Ginny last night," said Ron, truthfully.

"She is my best friend Ron, I would do anything for her," Hermione replied with a smile. "Good night," she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good night," said Ron, as the tips of his ears turned a bright shade of magenta.

During the next week Hermione's schedule didn't change much. She still had detention with the annoying prat, and nothing much to look forward to.

Ginny was feeling much better. Time did heal her, maybe not completely, but she had her mind off of Harry for most parts of the day. She also learned to accept the fact that he left and that she needed to move on.

After a quick dinner Hermione and Ginny made their way back to the common room. They wanted to get finished on homework before anybody was there to distract them with senseless talk. Inside the common room the girls had seen something they didn't think they would see that year. A notice was pinned to the announcement board, about a trip to Hogsmeade in the upcoming weekend. Hermione assumed all the trips to be cancelled, since they were in a war against Voldemort, but realized her assumptions were wrong.

"A trip to Hogsmeade, that's a bit odd, but awesome none the less," said Ginny, smiling.

"Yeah, it'll be cool. We need a break from all the work we've been doing," Hermione said.

A few hours later Hermione found herself in detention, in higher spirits than she's been all week. She smiled to McGongall when she walked in and took her usual seat.

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Draco sat on the armchair in the Slytherin common room. He saw the notice of the trip to Hogsmeade. He knew Pansy expected him to ask her to accompany him, but he was in no mood to approach her right now. He was annoyed by her, which was typical; it wasn't exactly her fault, and he was leading her on, but he could have cared less.

After all, he was Draco Malfoy.

At ten minutes to eight, he started making his way to detention. He was used to going to detention by now, but still hated it. Spending his precious time with a Mudblood; closely watched by McGonagall. He loved taunting her though. He knew she wouldn't do anything to risk explosion and it made it all the more fun for him. He knew what he will taunt her about tonight. Harry Potter.

Draco wasn't as stupid as most of the Gryffindors assumed him to be. He noticed Harry disappeared a week ago, and he had a very good guess for the reason behind his disappearance. He was just wondering how come the other two lames didn't tag along.

Walking into the classroom, Draco noticed Hermione in her seat, working with the Seer. He took the seat next to her and snorted loudly enough for her to hear.

"What are you snorting about?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"Just a thought that crossed my mind," said Draco, an evil grin playing on his pretty face.

Hermione just ignored him and went back to her work. After a few more minutes she heard Draco snort again. She turned to him abruptly and asked "What is it now?" in an annoyed manner.

"I was just wondering, why is it that neither you, nor the Weasel, are accompanying Potter on his journey in the path to the Dark Lord?" asked Draco, with a smug smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Hermione, turning her head back to her work.

"Oh yes you do, you know you do. I mean I really don't blame him, how can a Mudblood and a Weasel be of any help? Either way he wouldn't succeed. He escaped the Dark Lord by chance the previous times. I doubt he would be so lucky right now," Draco said, looking at the seer with an expression of pure boredom on his face.

"I told you not to call me a Mudblood," said Hermione furiously, hoping to get off the topic of Harry.

"Did you really expect me to listen?" asked Draco smirking.

"Whatever," said Hermione, tossing her hair to the side angrily, and looking back at the Seer.

"Don't whatever me, you stinking mudblood," Draco glared at her.

"I can whatever whoever I want, you egoistic ferret," Hermione replied, shooting daggers in his direction. "Besides, can you come up with a better insult than Mudblood? It seems like your vocabulary is running short," added Hermione, now with a smug smile on her face.

"I would erase that smile off my face if I were you, Granger, you wouldn't want the professor thinking you're up to something. Would kill your reputation of the annoying teacher's pet," said Draco, looking at her gleefully.

"I'd rather be the annoying teacher's pet, rather than the wanna be Death Eater."

At this remark Draco's nostrils flared, Hermione was under the impression he would shoot fire out of them at any given moment. She looked away from his face, and went back to her work, smiling inwardly.

"What would a stinking Mudblood like you know about Death Eaters? Just because you get high marks at school doesn't mean that you're a real witch, or that you will ever be one."

"I'll prove that I'm a real witch when I'll curse you to oblivion," muttered Hermione, glaring.

"I want to see you try," said Draco, with a teasing smile.

"Oh you will, believe me. I still can't believe I have to work with such a stupid git as you," huffed Hermione angrily.

"And I can't believe I have to work with a filthy and stinking Mudblood such as you," said Draco, raising his voice.

"Better being Muggle born as oppose to an arrogant Slytherin,"

"A handsome arrogant Slytherin, unlike an ugly bushface,"

"Who are you calling an ugly bushface?" yelled out Hermione, angrily.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" asked Draco, smirking.

"I have. And I love how I look. Now I suggest you erase that smirk off your face before I erase it for you."

"You love how you look? Honestly Granger, get real!"

"I am real, and besides what is it to you?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing to me. It only makes a lot of things clearer," shrugged Draco.

"A lot of things like what?"

"Like the reason behind you dating the Weasel; nobody else will ever look at a stinking Mudblood."

"First of all I'm not dating Ron. Second of all, Krum obviously didn't care that I'm Muggleborn, and thirdly you shouldn't be talking," fumed Hermione.

"What do you mean, I shouldn't be talking?" At that point both Hermione and Draco totally forgot about their detention and the Seer, they were standing in the classroom, facing each other, and gritting through their teeth, trying their best not to burst into yells.

"You've had Pansy stuck on you for over a year now, doesn't really make you a true player, does it?"

"Pansy is just a toy I entertain myself with. It's not like I'm going to marry her."

"Well, that's not what she thinks, the poor girl really has her hopes up," said Hermione, smirking.

"Mine and Pansy's relationship is my own problem. But it still doesn't stop you from being an insufferable know it all."

"Or your from being an egoistic git."

"Ha, comes from the annoying ass-kisser," snorted Draco.

"I wouldn't really laugh if I were a stupid ferret, Malfoy."

"Neither would I if I were a stinking Mudblood."

"STOP calling me a Mudblood," yelled out Hermione, which shocked both Draco and Professor McGonagall.

Draco opened his mouth with another remark but closed it once he noticed Professor McGonagall approaching them, her lips dangerously thinned and a very stern look upon her strict face.