A/N: Haha, not gonna lie, I felt a tiny bit guilty for leaving you guys on that cliffhanger (for about three seconds). When reading stories I hate them, and yet when writing, I love them! And thank you so much to all those who favourited, followed, and reviewed! Shout - out to , patty cake rocks, Musicalangel913, dragonmia, The Effervescent Auror, hoshiakari7, Mehmiester and Guest. Thanks for your comments; they mean a lot to me! Anyways, the show continues…
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Chapter 6
Draco fell against the wall. His legs had suddenly lost all feeling and he slid down to sit on the floor, the note clutched in his death-like grip. He stared at the wall opposite him, trying to calm the ideas circling in his head.
'This must be a joke,'a part of him thought, 'some sort of sick, twisted joke.'
'But how can it be?'The other part reasoned, 'I never told anyone about her.'
Somewhere in the distance, a door creaked. Draco snapped his head towards the sound, and his gaze fell on the orange lamp-like eyes of Mrs Norris.
"Shit." Draco murmured, scrambling up off the floor. If Mrs Norris was here, Filch was sure to be close by. Draco sprinted away from the ancient cat towards his dorm. When he closed the door behind him, he slumped against it, his breathing coming in short pants.
"Malfoy?"
Draco looked into the kitchenette and saw Hermione staring at him with wide eyes, holding a mug of tea in her small hands.
"Where have you been?" she questioned as she walked over to him, "It's nearly eleven."
"What? No it's…." But his words died in his throat as he glanced at the small clock that sat in one of the book cases. Hermione was right. But he had finished his detention at nine. He can't have sat at that spot for two hours, could he? Then he noticed his backside was feeling rather numb.
"Oh, must've lost track of time." he said.
"You still haven't answered my question," Hermione said, placing the mug down and folding her arms across her chest. "Where were you?"
"Detention."
"For five hours?" she asked, clearly not believing it.
Draco shrugged. "I've had longer." He made to walk to his room, but Hermione stepped in front of him. He tried to step around her, but she placed a firm hand on his chest to stop him.
"Don't touch me." He spat, batting her hand away.
Hermione glared at him. "We still need to patrol the grounds." she said, not bothering to hide her impatient tone.
"I don't feel well." he snapped back, managing to side step her at last. "You do it."
"You expect me to inspect the whole school, at this hour, by myself?" she asked disbelievingly.
Draco paused outside his door to face her.
"What's wrong Granger? Don't tell me the one thing you Gryffindors are afraid of is the dark?" he sneered.
"Don't be ridiculous." she huffed.
"If you're so desperate for a partner, why not ask that Michael Corner prat?" he smirked, "I'm sure he'd love a few minutes alone in an abandoned classroom with you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Dear Salazar," he cried, rolling his eyes, "Surely even you aren't that naïve?"
He saw Hermione's cheeks bloom red before stepping into his room and slamming the door. He leaned against it and waited. When he heard the main door close, he went and sat on his bed. He looked down at the note again. So many questions were going back and forth in his mind. He doubted he was going to get much sleep that night.
When Draco slammed his door, Hermione stamped her foot in frustration. Merlin, he was so infuriating! Grabbing her wand, she headed out the dorm. When she was patrolling, she walked down the corridor were Draco had been sitting only twenty minutes earlier. She didn't even notice her note wasn't tucked away in its usual hiding place.