Twisted

Chapter 15

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Hermione's POV

I sat uncomfortably next to Malfoy trying to focus on whatever it was Snape was saying. But there was only one thing on my mind right now: why did I just hug Malfoy in front of everybody? I had just had this sudden urge to do it, but why? Maybe I was just deranged. Now I'd probably ruined what little bonding we had going on. For whatever reason half the class was staring at me, I just kept looking at Snape not really listening.

"Ms.Granger, can you hear me?" I heard Snape's annoyed voice, and realized he was right behind me.

"Yes professor, do you need something?" I asked, looking at him.

"Ah, so your ears do work. That'll be detention tomorrow at noon. And you as well Mr.Malfoy." Snape said, gliding back to his desk in his black vampire robe.

"What? But I didn't do anything!" Malfoy's shocked voice interrupts the lesson.

"You're pissing me off, that's enough is it not?" Snape glared at Malfoy, to which he just shrank back into his seat earning several laughs from the rest of the class.

"Of course, professor." He gulped.

Draco's POV (detention)

I walked angrily into professor Snape's classroom, what could I have done to, as he stated, piss him off so much? I didn't have time to ask myself as my thoughts were quickly interrupted by me crashing into something, or rather someone.

"Oh I'm so sorry Malfoy! I wasn't watching where I was going." I looked up to see an apologetic Granger rubbing her forehead where our sculls must have collided.

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention either." I said before we continued to walk into Snape's office.

"Hello children." Pause, "Today in detention you will be cleaning my classroom for the next hour and a half. I will be enchanting the room so you cannot try to escape. If the classroom is not completely clean at that time you will have to stay until it is finished." Snape spoke at a painfully slow pace.

"Understood professor." Hermione nodded.

I looked around the room and honestly it wasn't that terrible. Probably just needed to organize the materials, clean the floors and chalkboard. The only problem was being locked in a classroom with Granger. Especially with all that's happened today.

Snape then walked to the door and slammed it. Apparently for dramatic effect. Now that he was gone Hermione and I just stared at each other.

"Sooo.." I paused. "What do you want to do first?"

"Let's start with the potions. That will probably take the longest."

"Ladies first." She said with a devious smirk.

"Shut it." I glared at her.

"Let's just get on with the cleaning shall we?" I asked, a little annoyed at her previous comment.

"Fine by me," She shrugged.

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(Draco's Pov)

We had cleaned almost everything in sight, now all we had left was the final potions cabinet. The first potion I reached for was labeled 'Slipin fun' I shrugged in confusion at the unfamiliar name and started to scrub it vigorously. When I picked it up I hadn't realized it was open, I held it by the top and it fell to the ground shattering.

"Everything okay over there Malfoy?" I heard Granger say from the other side of the room.

I was about to respond when I slipped and fell to the floor. I tried getting up only to fall even further to the floor.

"A little help here?" I said looking at Granger who was now laughing at my vulnerable position.

"Aw, no please?" She jokes, finally coming over to aid me. I glared at her, this was no time for jokes. I was stuck on the floor! I know it sounds funny but when you have someone cackling over your corpse it is most certainly not.

Granger tried to pull me up, only to fall herself. Oh Merlin, now we're really in a sticky situation. Not only as a metaphor but the potion was actually sticky, probably ruining my expensive clothes.

I noticed that Granger had stopped laughing, not so funny when it's you huh? I should probably stop gloating and remember that now we are both stuck with no way out of the bizarre potion.

"Shit! How the hell are we supposed to finish cleaning now?!" Granger said from beside me (on the floor).

"Really Granger? You get stuck on the floor and all you can think about is cleaning?" I tease her, to which she just glares at me.

"Okay, on three we try to get up, got it?" I ask her, we might as well try something. She nodded.

"One, two, three!" I grab onto her and vice versa.

"Ah!" Granger screams as we fall down again. Though this time is much worse.

This time we landed flat on top of each other.