Okay all, I'm back for more. This is one is going to be longer and funnier, I hope. It's definitely different than the last one. This is not the sequel to Blurred Lines. But that is coming soon. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go read my other story, Blurred Lines, now complete.

Disclaimer: Why must I do this? Because I am not the wonderful J.K. Rowling. If I was I would have some writing talent. And Draco Malfoy would be my boyfriend. Sorry Hermione. But I am still single, damn. I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with him.

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What a way to start the year. We've only been back one week and Professor Snape is already giving out detentions. thought Hermione Granger. She looked over her shoulder to Neville Longbottom who was receiving a long tirade from Snape. Poor boy. He already is the worst student in this class. I can't believe Snape would alienate him like that. Hermione turned back to the front of the class. She could see Malfoy laughing with his friends at the first table.

"Wow, a detention already. That's a record, even for Snape." Ron said from Hermione left.

"Yeah, I'm just glad it's not me. I didn't think it was possible to hate someone more than Snape hated me, but he proved me wrong." Harry said from the other side of Ron.

"Hush you two! The next thing you'll know, he'll be coming over here ready to give more detentions." Hermione whispered.

The class ended uneventfully, Neville only partially melted a cauldron. Well, it's an improvement. thought Hermione. She tuned out Harry and Ron while they talked about the latest Quidditch match. She fell behind the boys as they made their way back to the common room. Hermione was in her seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts. She was just about to ask the boys if they were keeping up to date with their homework when Neville ran by, tears running down his face.

"And then, he goes 'But honestly Professor I did everything on the board.' I almost pissed myself laughing. I thought the stupid oaf was going to cry, right there in the middle of Potions!" she heard a familiar voice drawl.

Hermione reached to grab the ends of Ron's and Harry's robes, but they had already gone up the stairs. She turned on her heel and walked down the hallway towards the laughter.

"What do you think you are doing? I would have thought you'd had learned your lesson by now, Malfoy. I mean, we don't laugh at you because you stink at Herbology and kill every plant you touch. Neville happens to excel in that subject, and without Herbology, you wouldn't even have the ingredients to make a simple Healing Draught. So, if I were you-" she began.

"But that's just it Granger. You're not me. Nor do I want you to be me. Can you imagine a filthy Mudblood calling herself the heir to the great Malfoy line? I would sooner die than hear you be a part of my blood Granger." Malfoy retorted.

"Don't tempt me Malfoy. Your death would be cause of great celebration. And the 'great Malfoy line'? Please, we all know that any grandeur the Malfoy line possessed died when your father became a Deatheater." She replied.

"Shut up, you little bitch. Don't talk about things you don't know!"

He reached into his robes to pull out his wand, but she was faster.

"What is going on here?" they heard a familiar voice say from behind them. The two students turned to see Professor Snape standing before them.

"Professor, so glad to see you. She was just about the hex me when you arrived. If it hadn't been-" Malfoy began.

"Shut up, boy. I saw you begin to pull your wand. It's a shame that she was quicker. Both of you follow me." he turned on his heel and walked further down the dungeon steps.

She had no choice but to follow. She waited until Malfoy had begun to walk so she could walk behind him. She hoped she wouldn't be in too much trouble. She could just imagine the looks of astonishment on Harry and Ron's face if she told them she got detention because she had pulled her wand on Malfoy. Snape led them into what was obviously his office.

"Sit down, both of you." He said. They obliged, and pulled their chairs as far apart as possible.

"Excuse me, Professor, but I don't see why I'm here. I was just defending myself." began Malfoy.

"Quiet boy. You are both in trouble. I'm ashamed that you would resort to petty hexes as seventh years. Surely, you could have put this ridiculous animosity to rest by now. Well, no, I can see that you haven't. We will have to work on that. You will both serve detention with me the rest of this week and next."

"But, sir, it's Monday. That's two full weeks! What about Quidditch practice?" Malfoy protested.

Hermione remained quiet. She knew it was better to go unnoticed in Snape's presence. She sighed knowing that Snape would not let them off easy.

"Quidditch will have to wait. I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but I see no other way. Report to my office, tonight, after dinner. Seven o'clock. Do not be late." He threatened. "You are free to go."

Hermione stood and walked out the office. Two weeks of detentions with Snape and Malfoy. Hell must have swallowed her! She ran up to steps to the common room and found Ron and Harry playing wizard's chest.

"Hey, what happened? One minute you were behind us, and the next POOF!" said Ron as she sat down next to him.

"You'll never believe it. Well, I heard Malfoy making fun of Neville, so I went to tell him to shut up. While we were arguing we drew our wands and then Snape found us. Threatening each other, and practically yelling. He gave us two weeks of detentions. Luckily he didn't take away any house points. I am not looking forward to this. Malfoy will make snide comments all night, and Snape will be his usual pain in the arse." She told Harry and Ron. Ron whistled low and Harry looked taken aback.

"Wow, two weeks? Neville doesn't even get that long for blowing up the potions room. He must have been in a bad mood. Or a good mood, depending on how you look at it." Harry said.

"Well, seeing as I have my first night tonight, let's do as much homework as we can. I don't know how long I will have to spend in detention." She groaned aloud and pulled the Tranfiguration book closer.

Dinner came quicker than she expected. Before she left she straightened her clothes and threw her hair in a bun. She had no idea what disgusting thing he would make them do. We'll probably have to clean out cauldrons, or scrub bed pans. She thought. She walked down to the Great Hall as slowly as dared. If she walked too slow it would be seven and she would not get to eat. It seemed as if news of her detention had gotten around since she had appeared in the common room. Hermione was aware of a few looks of pity, but most gave her looks of curiosity. It seemed no one really knew why she had gotten detention. She sat down between Harry and Ginny. Ron had already piled his plate full of food. Harry picked at the food on his plate. It seemed funny to Hermione that her two best friends had such different eating habits. Ron was always eating, and Harry almost never ate. But they both remained the same roughly the same weight. She pulled the nearest bowl of potatoes to her plate. She ate a good sized meal, and after dessert looked at her watch. It was 6:50. She had just enough time to get down to the dungeons. She excused herself and began the walk to Snape's office.

"Ah, Miss Granger. Right on time as usual. I see Mr. Malfoy is a minute late." As he said that Malfoy walked through the door. "Mr. Malfoy, so nice of you to join us. Your detention will be served in the trophy room. I know that I previously assigned two weeks, however I am feeling a little lenient. As soon as you have polished five trophies each you are free from detentions. You have tonight to finish. I suggest you work hard." He waved his had and dismissed them.

Hermione walked out of the office and followed Malfoy up to the trophy room.

"Well, five trophies. That shouldn't be too bad." Malfoy said, sarcastically.

"Have you seen the size of some of the trophies? Some are four feet tall. And any extra time with you is bad." She said back.

"Was I talking to you? I don't think so, because I don't talk to dirt. Just do your job; I would hate to spend all year with you." He said back.

"Yes, and spending a year with you would be like taking a picnic? Please, I might gag." She sniped.

She looked at the trophies in front of her. They were relatively small. It shouldn't take too long. She looked over at Malfoy and saw him scrutinizing the plaques and trophies as well. She walked around to an open door and began pulling plaques down from the shelves. She watched Malfoy walk to the other end and do the same. Merlin, she thought, I hate him. It's his fault that we're here. He was the one making fun of Neville. All I did was try to protect myself. I can't wait until tonight's done. She sighed, and earned a look from Malfoy who was walking to a far corner.

"Is the little Mudblood tired? Is she so weak that she can't even polish silver? But I thought that you would be better at this, Granger, it is slave work." He laughed.

"Ha ha, Malfoy. You think you're so clever."

"Oh, but you see I am clever. Before they let filthy trash in this school, muggles were slaves. Still would be too, if it weren't for stupid muggle-born idiots gaining power in the Ministry."

"Your family must miss those days. Now all you have are house elves to push around. Too bad purebloods couldn't keep it in their pants. You can only blame your family for this."

"I'll have you know that no Malfoy has ever slept with a disgusting muggle slave. Not that they had to beg. I've heard stories of my great-great-great-great grandfather having to beat them off with a stick."
"I'm sure. Too bad for you, huh? Having to fight off all those boys. You must get a million love letters from Justin and Colin, not to mention every nancy-boy in the country."

"You're one to talk. Are you aware of the number of rumors about you and the female Weasel?"

"Who I like, or don't like is none of your business. Now, if you'd be so kind as to shut up and leave me alone." She replied, turning back to the trophy in her hand. She had her back to him, and was unaware of him closing the distance between them.

"Well, who do you like? If you told me I could, I don't know, stand up for you. So who is the lucky guy, or girl?"

"Who I like is none of your business."

"Ah, I see Granger. It is I that makes your stomach flip."

"What? You? That's the funniest thing I've heard come out of your mouth this whole time. I'd rather jump from the astronomy tower than 'confess my undying love' for you. Besides, I could never see myself dating someone that was as mean and vile as you."

she hadn't even noticed that he had gotten close. He leaned into her, pinning her to the trophy case. He slowly moved his head closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her lips, fluttering her eyelashes. Hermione was briefly aware of how Malfoy had grown over the years. When they were younger he had been small; very skinny and kinda short. Hermione was suddenly aware that he had grown to be as tall as Ron, and was certainly not scrawny. She could see now what Harry and Ron were talking about when they said he couldn't be Seeker anymore. He had become, well buff was the only word that came to Hermione's mind.

"You're right." He whispered in her ear. "I could never see someone like you with someone like me."

"Screw you Malfoy. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Someone like me? Someone intelligent probably, bec-"

"No, a Mudblood." He whispered as nipped her earlobe.

She froze for a split second, then pushed his shoulders back and walked out of the room. She was shaking with anger. He had cornered her, and made her feel helpless. How often she thought the world would be better without him. She could feel tears prickling the back of her eyes. Every chance he got he reminded her of her parents. She wished she was stronger, only then could she have had the courage to slap him. Who was she kidding? When it came down to it, she was as helpless as a first year. As she walked down the hall Hermione pretended to be ignorant of what was running through her mind. She unconsciously pulled on her earlobe. The same earlobe that Malfoy had attacked. She walked into a nearby classroom. What did he do to me? One second he is insulting me and the next he is hitting on me! Not that you wanted him to stop.Her thoughts treacherously ran through her head. She had to admit to herself that she kind of turned on by the closeness of his body. Harry and Ron made it difficult for any guy to get too close to her. In some ways she grateful, but they rarely made time from their Quidditch schedules to talk to her, or play a quick game of Exploding Snap. Hermione regretted not becoming closer to some of her other school mates.

She began the long walk back to the Gryffindor common room. Luckily no one was awake to witness her frazzled state. She put down her bag and began to work on a potions essay to calm herself down.

It seemed like no time at all until people were walking around the common room getting ready for breakfast. Hermione felt herself being shaken and woke up, ready to climb in bed and fall asleep once more.

"Hermione, lets go. We have to go to breakfast. Oh, Hermione, you should see your face!" Ron laughed.

Hermione dug a mirror out of her bag and looked at her face. She could see the lines of her essay that she had written last night displayed across her cheek. Apparently she had fallen asleep in the middle of writing her essay. She told Harry and Ron to head to the Great Hall, and walked into the nearest bathroom. She scrubbed at her face, and the words began to fade. Hermione scrubbed and scrubbed, but by the time she had scrubbed off all the ink she had missed breakfast. She sighed, and picked up her bag to go to class. She followed Parvati into Charms class and took her seat next to Ron. She wanted to kiss him, but settled for a hug when he slid her a muffin, and a glass of pumpkin juice under the table.

"Where were you Hermione?" asked Harry.

"I was washing off that ink. I can't believe I fell asleep in the common room. I was so tired after scrubbing all night. I got done with all five though, so no more detention." She finished as Professor Flitwick began class. Hermione had a hard time paying attention to the lesson that day, her mind seemed to drift to a blonde head and muscular arms all morning long.