I know that this is late being posted; it is just that I have a massive assignment to do…make that 3 massive assignments to do. So sorry. THIS IS BASED IN THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN! It is to show how their friendship bloomed. So enjoy x

T POV

Why, why did I put him in detention? Now I have to deal with his shit and I'm not in the mood! Taylor made her way to her classroom where she was holding detention for a certain someone. That certain someone was terribly blonde. She sighed as she opened the door and walked over to her desk and dropped the books on her table.

"Hello." Malfoy said, sitting at the front desk. She jumped at his voice.

"I didn't see you there." She breathed, as she slowly took her seat.

"That's strange, considering I'm basically a god to you, Mudbloods." He snired, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, you're not up yourself at all, are you?" She snapped, sorting out her papers. She got up and dumped some parchment on his desk.

"What's this for?" He snarled, looking at the paper as though it were a lion.

"Lines. Remember this is a detention, not a bludge subject." She instructed as she made her way back to her desk.

"Why would I want to touch it?"

"Why not?"

"Because it was touched by a Mudblood!" He told her. She sighed heavily and gave him a glare.

"What goes around comes around." She explained calmly.

"What?" He asked, as though he had never heard it.

"You must have heard of it before," She said, "It's quite famous. And if you haven't it's because it's a muggle thing." She could see he was looking at her with a funny look. "It means, well for example, say if you were mean to someone, it would somehow come back to you, like something bad would happen to you too." He seemed to be thinking about it.

"But," He started sitting up in his chair, "I am your superior, Mudblood, and thus, I doubt anything bad will happen to me." She snorted.

"Keep on dreaming, Malfoy." She smirked. "Now, you will write everything we have learnt in class. You will then write half of the assignment I have given to the class. Only then you can leave."

"And why would I do that?" He asked.

"Would you like to see this through with maybe, McGonagall or Dumbledore?" He picked up his quill and began to write. "That's what I thought." She stated as she got out a quill herself and began to write a letter to Harry and send for help. She didn't know how she was going to last the next 5 weeks with him, she wished she hadn't given him all of the detentions, but she couldn't cancel now or he would be getting what he wanted which is the last thing she wanted.

2nd week of detention

"What do I have to do this week, Mudblood?" He asked angrily.

"Scrape gum off the tables. Seriously that Zonko's gum is bloody tough."

"NO!" Malfoy stated, staying at the spot where he was standing.

"Yes!" Taylor protested, pointing at the nearest table. "And you may want to get started straight away or we are going to be here for hours and I don't want to miss dinner."

"Or," He started, staring at her, "We could just pretend that I did it and leave in our own separate ways."

"Yeah, how about no. Now go get started." She scrolled, throwing him a scrapping tool, "No magic is to be used."

"Why not?" He asked.

"For my enjoyment." She smiled as she sat back down. She had indeed remembered about the what comes around goes around moment from the past week, and she was making sure that it would come back to Malfoy. In any way she can.

3rd week of detention

"Good afternoon, Malfoy." She said happily as she sat at her desk. She had planned something for him for the next few weeks and she was very happy and pleased with herself.

"What's good about it? I'm stuck with you!" He complained.

"Oh, you should feel honoured to be in the presence of such an amazing human being."

"Oh yeah, totally. Because I would rather be here than with my friends." He spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, well then it's a fantastic day for you, isn't it?" She replied, ignoring the sarcasm in his voice.

"Please don't say I have to clean up more gum, I had some stuck in my hair and I couldn't get it out for days." She laughed.

"That's funny. HA! That has made my day!" She managed to choke through laughs.

"SHUT UP!" He shouted angrily.

"Why should I?" She asked standing up to tell him what he had to do.

"Because it's not funny!" He explained. He started to walk over to her. He was much taller than she was and almost towered over her, his eyes were angry and he seemed to want to push her over. "It's not funny, and someone like you shouldn't be insulting me, as little as it can be. You filthy, ugly, little Mudblood!" The one thing she hated was being called ugly; it was one of her weaknesses.

"Fine!" She said, as she slammed a 400 page book into his chest and ran out of the classroom. She knew afterwards that she shouldn't have left, she was basically doing him a favour, but she couldn't help it, he made her angry. Extraordinarily angry. She walked passed Nearly Headless Nick who seemed to keep his distance when he saw the look on her face. Even the Bloody Baron seemed to want to keep away from her.

Once she got back into the Gryffindor common room she slammed her books down and started to storm her way to her room.

"Hey, Taylor, where are you going?" Someone asked from behind her.

"To my room, obviously!" She spat, turning around to see the trio and Fred and George. They all looked completely shocked at her attitude. "Sorry guys, I didn't mean to have a spaz at you."

"What happened?" Fred asked her as they lead her to the couch.

"Malfoy." She spat.

"Ah!" They all said together.

"Yup, as always." She said. "God, I wish I could just punch him, but I can't…"

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Eh, you'll see why towards the end of the year…" She explained quickly, trying not to give anything away. They all looked at each other but decided to let it go.

"What did he do?" Hermione asked her.

"You know the usual. Called me a filthy, ugly Mudblood, but honestly, I give up on it all. He is just so irritating. Always saying he is my superior and blah, blah, blah." She explained.

"Well, you should get back at him." George implied easily, taking a seat next to her.

"Yes, you should do something devious." Fred joined in.

"I'm not amazing at coming up with something devious. I just make him scrape gum off tables and write hundreds of lines." She sighed.

"Well, you can think of something." Harry stated. She thought for a moment. Her idea may not be very inventive but it will piss of Malfoy, and that is all she wanted to do.

To be continued…

Again, not a very long chapter. Remember that this is set in the Prisoner of Azkaban. So yeah. This is to be continued so next Friday it will be up (hopefully.) PLEASE review! ACCIO REVIEWS! x