Hi everyone. Sorry it's a couple of days late. Stupid assignments! Anyway read and enjoy x REMEMBER that this is based in the Prisiner of Azkaban! x

Continued.

The talk with her fellow friends had given her an idea of what to do with Malfoy. It may not be evil or devious, or even creative, but she knew that this would annoy him…a lot. She had gavered up a few books on muggle studies, researched annoying detentions and figured out an evening of annoyance.

She left the Gryffindor Common room about 10 minutes before the detention started. She walked along the large corridors that were quite empty. It was starting to get colder, and Taylor huddled into her robe as she quickened her pace. Within a few minutes she had reached her classroom.

"I see you come back." Malfoy drawled, looking at her with ease.

"I didn't want to give you the satisfaction," she told him, "and besides, I don't really care about what you called me."

"It didn't seem that way when you sprinted from the classroom, looking like you were either going to cry or going to punch someone in the face." He smirked at her.

"I was in a bad mood. But now I realise that I don't care. So there." She dumped some of the books on his table. "Today, I want you to copy down the entire T section of the dictionary. Then you are to scrape off the rest of the gum in McGonagall's classroom. Then you are to come with me to the kitchens to help the house-elves cook dinner, and then you may leave for dinner."

"But the house-elves don't like help."

"They have agreed to let you help them this time round."

"But…" He hesitated.

"Yes?" It was hard to act fierce in front of him, considering he was much taller than she was.

"I have never cooked before." He murmured, looking at the floor.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because I'm a Malfoy, how low it would be for my family if we cooked our own dinner." He said proudly.

"Most families cook their own dinner." She remarked. He gave her an annoyed look. "Alright then, let's get started." He groaned, and that made her happy to know that he was going to have a shit day.

It took him a bit more than an hour to write out the whole T section of the dictionary which gave Taylor time to do whatever she wanted…within the classroom…which was boring. Once he had finished, she lead him up to McGonagall's classroom and made him clean up the gum, which took another hour. She took her time to walk around the classroom and look at all of the books on the head desk. She decided to read through a 4th year book and learn something instead of standing and watching Malfoy scrape disgusting gum off the tables.

"You know, Mundus, this is evil."

"Yup. That's why I'm doing it." She said happily as she put down the book and walked over to where Malfoy was standing. He had already gone through more than half of the tables and had 2 more to go.

"What have I ever done to you?" He asked looking up at her. She raised an eyebrow, "Ok, don't answer that question." She smiled as she sat on top of the table behind him.

"You know, you don't have to be mean to people." She said seriously.

"I don't like some people, especially ones who are muggle-born." He said coldly as he resumed scrubbing the gum with the scrapper. She sighed as she got up and walked back over to the head desk. She knew that he was brought up that way but he could stop if he wanted to…or could he?

Once he had finished with the last desk they made their way to the kitchens where the house-elves were already at work.

"Do I have to?" He whined at her.

"Yes, and get to work or you won't be having any dinner." He sighed and helped the elves put the food on the tables for the feast that was going to start soon right above them.

Taylor went over to where Malfoy was trying to cook pasta and stood beside him.

"You know I used to have a house-elf named Dobby." He said.

"Yes, I know." He looked at her questionly. "Harry told me." She covered up quickly, "Apparently your father was quite cruel to him."

"Every wizard is cruel to their elves. Elves harm themselves too."

"Yes but out of fear in a way." She sighed. "But I know it's what they enjoy doing so I'll leave it at that." She stated. A smile curled on his lips.

"What?" She asked, eyeing him uneasily.

"Well, normally no one really cares about elves."

"I do, but I understand it's what they like and want to do. I never said I disagree with what they do!" She answered him. He turned to her.

"How do I know if it's ready?" He asked, changing the subject. She shook her head and started turning the pasta around in the boiling water and then tasted one of the pieces.

"It's ready." She said. He rinsed it out and then put it in a big bowl to where the house-elves put sauce on top.

After about another hour and a half they started to make their way back to the great hall to where the feast was about to begin.

"Well I guess I'll see you next week, Mundus." He said as he went and joined the Slytherin's.

It wasn't until that evening that she realised that he hadn't called her a Mudblood the whole day.

"You know, Malfoy, in our last lesson you didn't call me Mudblood once." Taylor commented. It was the following week and they had been sitting in silence for the past 20 minutes. He just mumbled mmm-hmm.

For the next couple weeks he hardly talked to her which made her a little confused considering he had been quite civil with her on that particular day. It was in that next week that something happened. They had again gone through silence and it had finally come to an end. Malfoy had gone ahead as Taylor locked the door. While she was walking down the stairs she slipped and almost fell. She closed her eyes and got ready for the painful fall but it didn't happen. She opened her eyes and realised that someone was holding her. It was, of course, Malfoy.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"Bad balance?" He asked.

"I slipped" Taylor realised how close their faces were. Her face went slightly pink as they got out of each other's grip.

"May I escort Miss Mudblood to the grand staircase?" He asked politely.

"Sure, Mr up-him-self-pureblood." She said back. They started to walk and talk about some…normal stuff. Yes that's right, normal stuff. Not about how stupid one another were or anything like that.

"You know you have been really nice." She stated. He sighed. "Care to explain?" She asked him. He stopped in his tracks and turned to her.

"Well, you seem like a nice person…"

"Yeah I really don't believe you." She said.

"Well…umm, I know that this is really un-Malfoy of me, but I would like to be your friend. And I have to admit I have been a little cruel to you. And I'm taking your advice to be nicer to people…"

"Yes, but not as mean as you are to Harry, Ron and Hermione. And you're only being nice to me." She pointed out to him.

"Yes I guess." She thought for a bit.

"You know what I just realised?" She asked him. He shook his head.

"We have gone over a few weeks with your detention." He started to laugh.

"Yes we have, haven't we?"

"Well I guess it's back to hating each other…"

"Actually, maybe we should pretend that we are doing detention and instead catch up?"

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?" She asked.

"I'm still the same awesome guy, but just being a tad nice."

"A-huh. Sure." They had arrived at the foot of the stairs. "Well I guess I'll see you next week." She said as she walked up the stairs. For the first time Malfoy smiled nicely at her, although she didn't see it.

During the next week though, Malfoy had earned heaps of detentions in Taylor's class, and that where it comes through to 4th year. Their friendship starting to bloom.

Yes I know, CHEESY! But friendship with Malfoy is a hard thing to do. Hope you enjoyed and now it's back to the real book. Will post as soon as I can R&R x