a/n

first of all i would like to apologize for taking forever to update, i've recently lost all my extra chapters and pictures and such because my hard drive crashed, so i had to re write it and it was hard and stressful and i'm just making excuses, so let me just say i'm sorry

i promise it wouldn't take me this long again, it might take awhile, but never so long, thanks for waiting, and being patient and sticking with me :) hope it doesn't suck :)

Chatper 18:

"I really think it's working!" exclaimed Hermione happily, after thirty minutes of silent scrubbing.

"What's working Granger?" asked Draco annoyed.

"Us not arguing, it's working. I could have sworn there was a lot more dirt on this spot before I started scrubbing."

"Great job Granger," sneered Draco, trying hard to concentrate on the trophy in front of him as apposed to Hermione.

"Yes, my idea turned out to be right!" said Hermione, a smug smile spread across her face.

"Whatever you say Mudblood."

As a reaction to his words, newfound dirt splattered all over the spot Hermione believed to be clean.

"You did it on purpose," said Hermione accusingly.

"Did what?" asked Draco, shocked by her tone. He didn't know what he could have possibly done to cause the change in her mood.

"You called me a Mudblood!"

"I don't do it purposely, I do it naturally."

"Well you can go to hell with your nature, it just cost me half an hour's worth of hard work. You knew cursing me would make the trophy dirtier and you still did it."

"I told you I didn't do it on purpose," said Draco apologetically, realizing what he said only after he heard it in his own head. 'Did I just say an apologetic sentence to Hermione. Oh Merlin I must have a fever, or something. This is unheard of, her looks are really starting to affect me and I know for a fact this can't be good.'

'What's wrong with Malfoy, for a minute there I though he was going to say he was sorry.' Hermione felt a little creeped out by his sudden civilized behavior towards her.

"Let's just drop the subject," she suggested, deciding to do her best to put this awkward moment past them.

Draco said nothing and continued scrubbing in silence.

"Just because I'm acting civil-ish towards you in detention, doesn't mean it'll be the same way when we're out of here," Draco broke the silence he himself created.

"Same applies to you."

"Good," said Draco.

'I wish time would pass by faster,' thought Hermione, realizing it is only ten pm. Apparently, Draco was thinking along the same lines, seeing as he was looking at the clock over McGonagall's desk every two minutes.

After two miserable hours of Hermione scrubbing as if her life depended on it, and Draco having continuous fights with himself in regards to Granger's looks, McGonagall finally broke the silence between the pair and dismissed them to go to their dorms.

The trophy looked slightly cleaner than it did before the detention had started, but only slightly. McGonagall smiled to herself when she looked down at the trophy and with a swing of her wand put everything away and left to her room.

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"I told you to go to bed Ron, why are you still down here?" asked Hermione, seeing the half asleep Ron on the armchair.

"I wanted to wait up for you," answered Ron, a blush making it's way to his tired face.

"What couldn't wait till tomorrow?"

"I just thought, that erm, we could, maybe, walk around the grounds tomorrow after breakfast, or something?"

"That's a great idea Ronald, there is a lot of work I want to catch up to. We can seat under the Beech tree and revise for our N.E.W.T's."

"Well, I didn't exactly have revising in mind," said Ron, shyly.

"Oh, well, sure, we can just walk around," replied Hermione, feeling her face grow hot as well.

"Great," said Ron, walking Hermione towards the stairs that lead to the girl's dorms.

"Well, good night Ron," said Hermione, once they reached the foot of the stairs.

"Good night Hermione," Ron leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Blushing madly, they each made their way to their dorms, and their four poster beds.

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Draco sat on the armchair by Blaise in the deserted common room, and sighed with relief.

"What are you sighing about?" asked Blaise, an eyebrow raised.

"Peace and quiet. The last person I'd like to see is Pansy."

"This might sound like a stupid question, but why?"

"I'm annoyed as it is, I wouldn't be able to stand her right now," answered Draco.

"What are you annoyed about?"

"That bloody detention!" said Draco angrily.

"Take it easy mate, you go there every night. I thought you were used to it by now."

"I will never be used to it. It's just horrible."

"It can't be that bad," reasoned Blaise.

"I'm stuck with a fucking Mudblood, do you honestly think it could be bearable?" yelled out Draco.

"What's your problem Malfoy? You need to seriously relax and control your temper when you're talking to me!" said Blaise, getting fed up with Draco's mood swings.

"I'm sorry; she's just really getting to me."

"I understand the Mudblood's presence must be unbearable to you, but killing yourself over it wouldn't help," said Blaise.

"Her presence is unbearable to me," agreed Draco, flashes of Hermione image running wildly through his mind. "So what's going on with the Weasel? Have you cracked her yet?"

"Nope, that redhead is a tough nut," answered Blaise.

"Don't worry mate, there's always tomorrow."

"Drakyyy!" Pansy announced her appearance with a squeal.

"Oh no," sighed Draco, rolling his eyes. "What is it Pansy?" he asked annoyed.

"You're back!"

"Yes, as you can see I am back, what's your point?"

"Well," said Pansy with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah?" asked Draco, wishing she could just get to the point.

"I thought, maybe we can discuss this up in your dorm?" she suggested, tugging on her school shirt playfully.

"Just give me a second," said Draco, as he turned around and smirked in Blaise's direction, he then turned around and followed Pansy.

Pansy did everything in her powers to please Draco. Hoping beyond hope that maybe that sex would keep them together. Draco on the other hand did everything in his powers to rid his thoughts of Hermione and to concentrate hard on the present. Which seemed to be impossible since the harder he pushed her away from his mind, the more vivid her image reformed.

He came after twenty minutes of shagging and looked down at Pansy's shaking body in the aftermath of an orgasm. He picked up a towel and placed it on his shoulders, ordering Pansy to be out of his room by the time he was out of the shower.

With tears streaming like waterfalls down her eyes, Pansy made her way to her four poster. She couldn't believe that even after sex, Draco was acting like a real ass towards her. She lay in bed, and cried herself to sleep for what she promised to herself was the last time. She wouldn't allow him to treat her this way any longer; she vowed to herself that she would either be loved and respected in the relationship she was in, or she wouldn't be in a relationship at all.