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Chapter 12:

Hermione sank in her seat as her heart sank to her feet. She hated her tongue at that precise moment. She hated herself for opening her mouth and for letting Draco get to her. After all when did it ever bother her when he called her names. Deep inside she knew Draco was aiming for them to get expelled, and she couldn't believe she was fooled enough to willingly cooperate. Hermione looked up at Professor McGonagall and dropped her gaze as soon as she saw the very unhappy look that was formed on it.

Professor McGonagall waited until Draco took his seat by Hermione, and with a final deep breath, to try and calm her fuming insides, she opened her pursed lips to speak.

"When will you realize it is you that are serving detention and not I? When will you understand that your behavior is unacceptable? Do you honestly desire to be expelled in your final year at Hogwarts? Do you really think it wise to push me that far?" asked McGonagall, looking from one student to the other.

Neither Hermione nor Draco dared to open their mouth and speak. They both knew McGonagall wasn't expecting an answer. They sat there and awaited their sentence, shooting random glares at each other.

"I am so ashamed of you. Both of you. Are you honestly telling me you cannot get along for a few hours a day? Not even in front of a teacher? What is it with you two? Is there some kind of mosquito that bites both of you on your way here?

I understand you were never too fond of each other, but this is getting ridiculous. I told you at the beginning of your detention session that I would treat you as adults, and now I see how gravely I was mistaken.

You act like two first years, fighting and calling each other names. Constantly glaring, muttering, yelling at each other. You do not even take a second to think back and realize that the Headmistress of the school is in this classroom with you. Have you no nerve? Have you no shame?

I didn't want to do it but I feel I must. You are no longer responsible for the Seer and it's outcome, I will leave that to the mature students in this school. From now on your detention will change. It will still be on a daily basis, in the same exact classroom, accompanied by me, but you will now be scrubbing a special trophy I purchased last time I visited Diagon Ally. Your detention would end the day this trophy sparkle flawlessly," said McGongagll, looking down at Draco, who was now wearing a look of utter disgust on his face.

"And I warn you, you will not get away with your arguing anymore. You will either get along, or get expelled, the choice is yours."

McGonagall searched behind her desk, and with a final satisfied grin, she reached for another large box. She took the contents out of it, it looked like nothing but an ordinary sports trophy, that was extremely filthy. It was about 4 feet tall, and had two large silver handles. It stood on a mahogany square stand, with the words "Wheezes Trophies" engraved in silver lettering on it.

"And I do feel that I must warn you scrubbing it with magic would not do the trick; I purchased this trophy from Fred and George Weasley." said McGonagall, as she conjured two clothes, and silver polish. She used her wand to remove the desk, placed the trophy in between Draco's and Hermione's chairs, and handed them the cloths and polish. She then turned around and sat behind her desk, all the while muttering about the insufferable behavior of the school's Prefect and Head Girl.

"Are you happy now?" asked Hermione through gritted teeth.

"Not quite as happy as I would have been if you were expelled."

Hermione decided to ignore Draco's remark, and took the cloth in her hand, placing some silver polish on it. She then placed her left hand on the handle while scrubbing her side of the trophy with her right hand. Draco just placed his hands behind his head and stretched out his legs. He decided he would let Granger do all the work. After all she must be used to scrubbing without magic, she is a Mudblood.

Hermione scrubbed as hard as she could, with the false hope that the trophy will soon sparkle and she will be set free from the chains of detention. She sat there scrubbing furiously while Draco sighed with boredom every few minutes. After half an hour of scrubbing she looked at the trophy and noticed that it was filthier than when Professor McGongall first placed it between them. She right away knew that there was something they were doing wrong.

"It's not working," she said furiously. Draco gave a boring yawn and asked her what she was talking about.

"The scrubbing, it's not working. The trophy is dirtier than when I started on it."

"You must be doing it wrong Granger."

"Well do it yourself, if you think you're so smart," said Hermione, throwing the cloth and polish at him.

Draco caught both the cloth and the polish immediately, and started scrubbing the trophy with an arrogant look on his face. After a minute of scrubbing he threw the cloth to the floor and sat back in the same position, with his hands placed behind his platinum blonde hair.

"What is it Malfoy?" asked Hermione.

"I am a pureblood, I shouldn't be sitting here, scrubbing some lame trophy."

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. She had a strong feeling this trophy was bewitched, and knowing Fred and George Weasley, it was probably bewitched very cleverly. The question was how will she ever try and explain it to the arrogant blonde that sat in front of her?

"McGongall said this trophy is from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," started Hermione.

"So?" asked Draco with a sneer.

"So, it means it's bewitched. If McGongall said our detention is to last until we get the trophy clean, there must be a method that we need to figure out together."

"What are you getting at Granger?" asked Draco impatiently.

"I'm not sure. I know Fred and George, and only God knows what they could come up with. All I'm sure of, is that as long as we scrub it separately it only gets filthier. The only reasonable way is for us to scrub it together."

"You want me to touch the same object as you at the same time Granger? You must be joking," sneered Malfoy. "I will not risk being spread with mudbloodness," he added with a smirk.

"Well than, we will serve detention until we graduate, because I am NOT getting expelled!" fumed Hermione, folding her arms and tapping her foot angrily.

Draco sat quietly for five minutes, pondering over his options. He could either cooperate with Granger, get that bloody trophy clean and stop wasting his time, or he can be himself, and just serve detention for only God knows how long. He didn't really like the aspect of working with the Mudblood, but the thought of seeing her on a daily basis for the next nine months made him shudder. He stretched out his hands and reached for the handle of the trophy as McGongall's voice broke the awkward silence that formed. It was ten minutes past midnight and they were finally dismissed to their dorms.