Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 36

Lately Draco and Hermione had been doing great together. They barely had any conflicts, had a good few laughs together and their bickering was brought to a minimum. But, oh my, at the moment Hermione could seriously kill Draco as she watched him writing a note, occasionally looking up at her with a grin on his face.

Then, without so much of a hint of subtlety, he enchanted the paper after he had folded it into a bird and blew it all across the classroom her way. Shooting him multiple death glares, she hoped to Merlin that the paper would find its way to her sooner than Professor McGonagall would turn around to face the class again, but alas, right before the paper bird arrived at her desk her teacher turned around, and without any kind of hesitance made the paper bird fire up, making Hermione watch as it fell down in ashes and landed on her desk.

After a quick glance around the classroom McGonagall seemed to have easily spotted who did that, and her next words were what made Hermione so incredibly angry at Draco that she had to control herself to not hex him on the spot. "Mr Malfoy and Ms Granger, detention. Tonight before dinner I expect you two in my office." The older witch said between thin lips, a stern look directed at both of them. "I will not have such nonsense flying around in my classroom."

Knowing it was wiser to shut up and not argue with McGonagall that it wasn't fair to punish her for something she didn't do, she remained quiet, but scowled at Draco as he looked at her in return, clearly pleased with the outcome. What the bloody hell was that for? If you had something to say, you could just say it like this. She spat at him, making his grin widen even further.

Oh, I know. Raising an incredulous eyebrow at him, she shot him another glare as his grin turned into his well-known smirk. Then for Merlin's sake, why did you not do that?

The boy across the room simply shrugged, his expression not wavering a bit. Because I had nothing to say, really. Just wanted to get that detention so we can finally have some quality time together without anyone looking or one of your friends hopelessly following you around. At the latter he rolled his eyes. It wasn't a secret that it bugged him, since he had so exasperatedly complained the past few days about Ginny or Neville always being around her, making it near impossible for him to spend some time with her.

Even though she had to admit it was nice to have a proper excuse to finally spend some time with him in peace, it did not take her anger away for ruining her clear record of this year. Detentions were something Hermione did not take lightly to her school record, and it was a good thing she didn't share any classes with him after Transfiguration so she could have some time to calm down before she'd face him tonight.

Knocking on Dumbledore's old office door – which was now McGonagall's office – Draco and Hermione both stepped inside later that day when their classes were over and dinner would soon be served – a dinner that the both of them would have to miss.

"Hand in your wands," Professor McGonagall said, coming out of her chair and walking up to the two of them, getting straight to business. Even though the Headmistress came off stern, Hermione could still see the hint of curiosity in her eyes as the woman looked between the two of them.

Reluctantly Hermione and Draco handed in their wands, and with a simple charm from McGonagall a bucket of water and two pieces of cloths appeared out of thin air and were pushed into the two students' hands. "Go ahead and clean the Trophy Room." The classical punishment. "Report back to me in two hours. If it's clean enough, you'll get back your wands." With that final statement the two of them were ushered out of the Headmistress' office and were left to walk up a few floors until they arrived at the Trophy Room.

"You know, Malfoy," Hermione grunted as she scrubbed an annoying bit of rusted dust on a trophy, "we could have figured something else out, something less exhausting, to meet up in private." Draco let out a light chuckle, lazily cleaning his trophy. "Quit whining, Granger, it's only been ten minutes." Hermione huffed, shaking her head side to side to try and get rid of a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. "That wasn't my point."