Author's Note:

I hope everyone had a great Halloween (If you celebrate it) and please enjoy chapter 3!

As always, thanks to emmaxxclaire and TigerL1ly81 for the support!

CHAPTER 3

The Definition of a Gentleman is the Opposite of You

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad McGonagle was there to serve some justice, but it's unfair that Snape is still making you go to detention at all." Ron growled.

I sighed and put my head in my hands. "I figure if I have to be given a detention at all, at least it's in a class that I don't care about near as much as my others." I said, trying to sound cheerful.

Harry turned around, looked at me surprised, and then said "Hermione Granger doesn't care about getting detention in one of her classes? Who are you and where is the Hermione we know?"

I rolled my eyes and took another spoonful of stew.

The first tree on Hogwart's ground had lost some of it's leaves that day, it was definitely starting to feel more like the school year was up and running.

A few people got up and left the table as dinner was ending.

"I guess I should start heading towards the dungeons. I'll see you guys." I said in parting, and hopped out of my seat.

"Good luck, Hermione." Said Harry giving me a sad smile.

I smiled and waved in return and exited the great hall.

Professor Snape opened the door to the potions room, without muttering a single word in greeting, and lazily waved his hand at the chairs. I took my place and waited for him to speak, but apparently it was in vain as we both sat in silence. Three minutes had passed when finally Malfoy entered, without knocking, and sat down a seat away from me.

Snape didn't even seem to notice he was late, like he sure would have if I was the one barging in, but rather began to instruct us. "The two of you will be organizing my shelves today. Sort the books alphabetically by author, and the potions alphabetically by title. You will work until I say to stop and no sooner before that point. If you spill or break something, it will be your responsibility to pay for the broken item and clean up whatever mess it creates. Do not enter the storerooms without my direct permission. There will be no speaking. Draco, you will be in charge in the case of an emergency."
And with that, he walked out the door, his black cloak fluttering behind him. Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair, his one good hand folded under is head, and eyes closed.

"Well, are we going to start?" I huffed out annoyed at his current state.

"Why should I?" He said, peeking on eye open to look directly at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh I don't know, maybe because we'll get in even more trouble if we don't do what Snape said, and because you're the one that got us in this mess in the first place?"

I paused to look at him, he had shut his eyes again and replied lazily,

"I don't have to do anything, Granger, because I know that you wouldn't let yourself get in any more murky water with the Professor, so you're going to do the work whether I help or not. So why should I just get in your way?"

Knowing nothing I could possibly say would make him help me, I turned around angrily and began the tiering job, which looked like I would be doing all on my own. After getting a minute into it, I wondered if Snape had purposely messed up the books for us, the way they were looking.

"This is going to take all night long. Thanks for leaving this all for me, you ungentlemanly dollop-head."

I had meant for it to come out as a under-breath grumble, but apparently it was audible to more than just my own ears. He let out a chuckle.

"Did you just call me a dollop-head? And anyway, you wouldn't recognize a gentleman if he put his sweater over a darn puddle for you." I heard the voice say from behind me.

What he said surprised me so much, I let out a cold chuckle and replied, "Oh trust me, I know what a gentleman is, and let me tell you something else: you are NOT it."

Their was an awkward pause for a split second, and then Draco was standing right next to me.

I turned to look him square in the face, his green eyes staring right back at me, and then, he was picking up books and sorting them in their appropriate places, with one arm still in his sling.

I snorted. "What do you think you're doing?"

Again he paused, this time long enough for me to assume he wasn't going to say anything, and then he said quietly but soundly, "Being a gentleman."

We worked in total silence for the next two hours, not even saying any words in parting when we were finally dismissed by the returned potions master.

Eeep! Something actually happene this chapter!

Also, to let you know, I'm planning on posting on the weekends regularly from now on, but if I miss a Satuday or Sunday it may turn out to be a weekday every once and awhile.

Have a great week!