A/N: Hi everyone. I won't even mention how long it's taken me to update. I'm SO sorry. All I can say is, if you're still with me on this story, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: JKR owns all, except the plot.

Previously: Hermione looked up at McGonagall, vomit threatening to come out of her mouth and tears threatening to come out of her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Instead, she passed out.

**Chapter Six- Detention and Discussion**

"- Granger."

Hermione heard her name being called from a distance. It was almost as if she was hearing it from underwater.

"Miss Granger?"

This time it was a bit clearer.

"Ah, there. She's coming to." said a voice she recognized to be Professor Lupin's.

"What happened?" Hermione asked in a hazy voice.

"You fainted." McGonagall said in a tone that did not convey pity at all.

Hermione rubbed her temples and looked up at the stern face of her favorite professor. As the memory of what was written on her 'essay' flooded back to her, it was suddenly clear why McGonagall looked so cross. To be honest, though, Hermione was kind of hurt that McGonagall really thought she was the one who had written the… there was no other word for it… porn. She was just about to say this, but Professor Lupin spoke first.

"Minerva, I'm sorry, but I really don't think she is capable of such filth. You don't really believe it was Hermione, do you? Besides, if she really did write that, why in the name of a holy hippogriff would she turn it in?"

At these words, Hermione nodded fervently.

Professor McGonagall ignored Hermione and said, "Whether or not Hermione actually did write this is beside the point. The real question is, why is something like this being written at all? Things like this shouldn't be going on, which is why I've sent for the Headmaster. I'm sure we all doubt Hermione did this, but we don't have any proof that she did not."

Hermione quietly squeaked, "Excuse me-" but McGonagall interrupted her.

"You don't have permission to speak yet." she said firmly.

"I have witnesses, though."

"Witnesses?" asked Lupin.

Hermione nodded, "Yes. Harry and Ron were with me when I wrote my essay and then they both read it after I had finished."

"Her best friends? Are you really going to trust the word of that pompous Potter and his lapdog, Weasley?" muttered Snape from his corner.

"Do we have any other choice, Severus?" asked Lupin.

Snape glanced at Hermione, turned crimson and grunted, "I suppose not."

"Fine. Remus, would you be so kind as to retrieve Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley for me?"

"Of course."

With a small nod of his head, the only person who seemed to believe Hermione ducked out of the room.

Hermione watched him leave and then turned back to Professor McGonagall. The look of absolute fury on her face was enough to bring Hermione to tears.

McGonagall's expression softened just a bit. "You know, Miss Granger, I don't really believe you to be capable of writing something like this and even if you did, I can't imagine why you would hand it in, but you see, the evidence against you is overwhelming. This is why I've called the Headmaster in."

Hermione was frustrated. "I didn't do it, Professor. You know about this feud going on between Draco and myself. This has him written all over it. Besides, Ron and Harry can tell you about how he told me about what he had done."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, right after I handed in the essay, Draco walked up to me and asked if I had read the essay before I turned it in. I told him that I had, because I wrote it and then he told me I should always check before turning things in to make sure they hadn't been tampered with. Then I went over to Snape and asked if I could see my essay and he said no."

Professor McGonagall turned to Snape. "Is that true?"

He turned around and was very careful to avoid eye contact with Hermione. "Yes." he answered, "She did ask to see her essay and I did say no, but I cannot attest to the rest."

Hermione looked at McGonagall very pleadingly. She said, "It really wasn't me, Professor."

McGonagall sighed very loudly. "I'm sure it wasn't, Miss Granger, but I can't, in good consciousness, let this slide. We are simply going to wait until the Headmaster arrives."

Draco was in for it big time. She shouldn't be getting in trouble for this at all. Draco knew that this prank would involve teachers and why he would stoop to such a level was completely beyond her.

In the middle of this thought, the Headmaster strolled in, looking extremely unconcerned. He popped a licorice snap into his mouth and picked up Hermione's 'essay'. His eyebrows slowly rose as he read and, if possible, Hermione darkened to an even deeper shade of red.

She watched in shame as Dumbledore finished reading and she wished more than ever that Professor Lupin would quickly return with Ron and Harry.

Dumbledore placed the offending piece of parchment back on McGonagall's desk and said, "Merlin's beard! Well, all I can say is, let's hope that fantasy never becomes a reality. Then we'd have an entirely different matter on our hands."

McGonagall, Snape and Hermione spoke all at once.

McGonagall shouted, "This is just completely outrageous!"

Snape yelled, "That's all you have to say about it?"

Hermione was now covering her ears and squealing, "Ew, ew, ew!"

Professor Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with amusement. Just then, Professor Lupin returned with the remaining pair of the golden trio.

"Have a seat, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall sternly said.

They took their seats, both giving Hermione looks that conveyed curiosity about what was really on the essay. In response, Hermione just blushed and waved away the unspoken question as if swatting away a fly.

Professor Lupin looked at both boys and said, "We've brought you two in here because there was a problem with Miss Granger's Potions essay. If you'd be so kind as to tell us your knowledge on the matter."

Ron spoke first, "What kind of problem?"

From his corner, Snape whipped around and snapped, "No. We're not going there."

McGonagall smirked and answered Ron's question. "It was… a content issue."

Ron replied, "As far as I remember, it was exactly what was assigned, Professor. I read her paper on Saturday evening after she wrote it. She had just finished hers and I handed her mine so she could fini-" Hermione shot him a warning glare, the last thing she needed was to get caught cheating. He corrected, "I mean, finally look over it and see if it sounded alright. I didn't see a problem with it."

"I see, and you, Mr. Potter?"

"Same, Professor. Although, I think you should know that after Potions today, Draco Malfoy walked up to myself, Ron and Hermione and asked Hermione if she had read her essay before she'd turned it in. I don't know if you needed to know that, but…"

Professor Lupin nodded and said, "Thank you, boys." He looked at his colleagues to see if they needed anything else from Harry and Ron. When they indicated that they didn't, he continued, "You are dismissed."

Harry and Ron both gave Hermione apologetic shrugs and walked out of the room. Hermione looked up at her professors and waited for one of them to continue.

"Well, Severus, Minerva, Albus, their testimonies all seem to match."

Hermione smiled, grateful that Professor Lupin was on her side.

"Indeed," answered Professor McGonagall, "There is still one person potentially involved in this from whom we haven't heard."

Professor Dumbledore put a hand in the air as if to stop McGonagall from continuing. "I think we needn't Mr. Malfoy's input in this matter. It is no secret that our two Heads of the School do not get along. Now, I hardly believe that Miss Granger was responsible for this, but that does not mean she is without fault. Therefore, I believe it fit to let Severus assign the punishment. Please note, Severus, that whatever punishment you see fit for Miss Granger will also be given to Mr. Malfoy."

Hermione stared at her Potions Professor. He nodded at the Headmaster and then turned to face Hermione. His black eyes were almost hidden by his greasy hair, but she noted that they were narrowed.

He drawled, "I think that two weeks worth of detention, deprivation of the next Hogsmeade weekend, and an acceptable essay turned in to me by tomorrow should do the trick."

Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Right, then, Miss Granger. Professor Snape will be letting you know when and where tomorrow to be expected for your first detention. Also, I will be owling Mr. Malfoy to let him know, as well. I should also like to say that although the nearly the whole of the school is aware of your hatred towards each other, I would like to, once again, ask that you keep these acts of violence between yourselves. As heads of House, please remember that it is your goal to promote unity.

"Now, Miss Granger, if you'd be so kind as to step outside for a moment?"

She nodded. "Certainly, Professor."

Hermione left the room and closed the door. She was never fond of people talking about her when she wasn't there, so she pressed her ear to the door but heard nothing. Apparently, the occupants of the room didn't want to be overheard.

Inside the room, however, the professors were discussing the two heads of House.

"I can't believe you are allowing this to continue, Albus. I know you've instructed us not to interfere, but… Poor Severus. I still can't see your purpose in this. Never before have you allowed this kind of behavior." Minerva sternly lectured.

Professor Dumbledore replied, "I understand your apprehensions, Minerva, but as I stated before, they don't really hate each other. The deeper issue here is that from the outside, it appears that they do. Once they realize there is something more there than hate, it will set a good example. What better way to promote inter-house unity than by watching the two most opposed people become friends. I've asked you to not interfere because they need to come to this realization on their own."

"On their own and at my expense." Severus mumbled.

"For that, Severus, I am sorry. I believe we may have taken that issue into control, though. Now that that's settled, Minerva, Severus, I'd like to have a word with Miss Granger in private."

Minerva looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"It's about the Friday night dinners I've allowed her and Mr. Malfoy to have with her parents."

Both professors left the room and Hermione walked back in shortly after.

Dumbledore waited for Hermione to sit before saying, "Hermione, tell me about your relationship with Draco."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. She said, "I really don't know what to tell you about it because, to be honest, it's not all that clear to me."

"You're confused about how you feel about him?"

"No… I'm just not sure I can put a label on it."

"I'm not sure you need to label it, just yet. Let it develop into something first."

"You mean more than friends?" she asked, in surprise.

The Headmaster chuckled, "No, no. Just wait until your relationship turns into something you can clearly label as friends."

She smirked, "No offense, but it might be a long wait, Sir."

"Well, that's up to you, isn't it, Miss Granger. Moving right along, the real reason I called you in here is to let you know that I'd still like for you to attend your dinner this week and next, despite your detentions. However, so as not to violate Professor Snape's punishment, I will be escorting you to Hogsmeade so that you can disapparate from there."

She sighed, "Okay. Thank you, Professor."

He nodded. "You may go."

She stood up and started for the door. Before leaving, she turned around and asked, "Sir, do you think having a fake romantic relationship is really the best way for me and Draco to become friends?"

He had a twinkle in his eye as he replied, "In life, you will find that it is often in the most unlikely of situations that we develop our very closest friends." He then looked at the door to dismiss her.

She walked away in a huff. It was not very likely after this prank that she would become friends with Draco Malfoy. He had crossed a line.

She was sure that Draco, along with the rest of the school, was still at dinner, so she headed back to the Great Hall to find him.

She located him in his usual spot at the Slytherin table, animatedly describing to his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, and his best friend, Blaise Zabini, how he had tampered with her essay. Just as he was delving into one of the stories' nastiest details, Blaise pointed over at her.

Draco turned around just as she was reaching the table.

Hermione crossed her arms and said, "Malfoy. A word, if you please."

He smirked and jokingly said, "Well boys, I'm in trouble now."

"Oh no." she snapped, "They don't even know the half of it."

She then secured a large chunk of his blonde hair into her fist and pulled. Hermione dragged Draco off, while his friends watched with looks of astonishment plastered to their faces.

They had just made it out of the Great Hall when Draco shouted, "Jesus, Granger. Let go of me already!"

"No! Not until we get back to the Dormitory!"

Just then, they passed Harry and Ron in the hallway.

Draco cried, "Potter, Weasley! You know how to handle this woman! Get her to stop."

Hermione quickened her pace and tightened her grip on Draco's hair, giving Ron and Harry looks that warned them not to get involved. They just waved as they watched Hermione and Draco pass by.

"Fuck, Hermione! That hurts!"

"You, shut up." She snapped at Draco.

When they arrived at their dormitory, she let go of his hair, shoved him inside and sharply commanded, "Sit."

He sat. She began pacing the length of the sofa, trying to remember everything she wanted to say to him before she said it. She was coming up with quite an extensive list of reasons to swiftly end his time on the earth when suddenly the perfect plan for revenge entered her mind. She turned to face him. He looked like a puppy that knew he had done something bad, but wasn't entirely sorry for it, and patiently awaiting his punishment.

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Draco, I hope you know how humiliating that was for me to go through. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Now, ordinarily, I would be furious with you, but, since neither of us are going on the next Hogsmeade weekend and seeing as we are both spending two weeks in detention for this, I see no further need to punish you."

He smirked and sarcastically said, "Okay, sure."

She crossed her arms, "I'm serious, Draco. It was quite clear to Dumbledore that you were behind this humiliating prank and so he let Snape punish us as he saw fit and left it at that. In lieu of making things worse, I've decided that I'm not going to do anything else to punish you for it."

"So, you're not mad?" he asked, astonished.

She shrugged. "Nope. Not really."

He stood from the sofa, walked over to the small kitchen they had and grabbed himself a water bottle from inside the refrigerator. He took a small sip, placed it on the table and said, "I don't believe you. There's no way you're not mad at me for doing that."

"Well, believe it." she said, innocently.

"This is coming from the girl who ripped on me for a week because I came back from patrolling the halls five minutes earlier than I should have, and you're trying to convince me that you're not mad that I wrote an extremely pornographic story about yourself and Professor Snape and actually let you turn it in?"

"That's right. I'm trying to convince you but apparently not succeeding."

"Well, you can see where I'd have trouble with that."

She laughed. "Draco, I'm not mad. I promise. Besides, Dumbledore already gave an appropriate punishment, so I really don't see the point of adding another one."

"I still don't believe you, Granger. You're up to something."

She sighed. "Fine. You caught me."

"I knew it. You're pissed at me." He leaned on the table and pointed at his index finger at her. "What are you planning? Spill it, Granger."

"No, I'm not pissed at you, but I am up to something."

"And are you going to tell me what it is?"

She blushed. "I want to, but I'm a little embarrassed about it."

"Embarrassed? Quit talking in code to me and just spit it out."

She walked over to him, hopped up on the table, and crossed her legs. "Well, to be honest, that essay you wrote…"


"Kind of turned me on a little bit."

"Oh my God! That's disgusting!" he shouted, standing straight.

"It is?" she asked, confused.

"Well, if Snape turns you on, then yeah, it is."

"Ew, no!" she squealed. "That's not what I meant!"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Absolutely positive. That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh, thank God. So, what did you mean, then?"

She paused for a long time, then slowly said, "I was thinking… that maybe… we…"

"We?" he asked, waiting for her to continue.

"You know."

He looked confused for a second before she saw it dawn on him.

"Oh." he said. "You mean you want to have…?"

She nodded.

"With me?"

Hermione nodded again. She then seductively slid off the table and took a few steps toward him so that their bodies were almost touching.

She placed a kiss on the soft spot right below his ear and whispered, "I'm game if you are."

She turned to go, but she felt Draco's hand grab the back of her shirt and pull. She faced him once more to find his lips crash down on hers.

With their lips still locked, he started to lead her towards the stairs. She pulled out of the kiss and said, "No. Here."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him over to the couch he had been sitting on before. She pulled him down on top of her and reconnected their lips.

Draco hadn't slept with anybody since that night with Hermione, so he didn't care if he made the same mistake twice. He wanted this.

He tilted her up and pulled off her shirt, while she unbuckled his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, down to his knees.

He stood from the couch and stepped out of his pants and quickly took off his shirt. When he returned to the couch, he saw that Hermione had already removed her bra and skirt.

She pulled him back down on top of her and started to suck and nip at his neck.

He whispered, "This is the best idea you've had in a long time, Granger."

She replied, "Yeah? Maybe you should write porn stories and show them to me more often, then."

He smirked at her and then bent down to kiss her. They continued to make out while Draco moved his hand to her breasts expertly did things to them.

After a few minutes, he slid his leg in-between hers to open her thighs.

Right when he was about to enter she stopped him and said, "Wait, wait, wait."

"What?" he panted.

"I want to be on top." she said.

"Fine," he said, kissing her neck, "We'll flip over during."

She felt him get in position, but once more, before he could, she stopped him. "No. I want to start it on top. It's better for me."

"Oh my God, woman! You're killing me!"

He lifted himself up so she could get off the couch. She slid out from underneath him, but instead of straddling him, she quickly picked up her clothes and trotted towards the stairs.

Draco sat up and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

She replied, "As if I would really sleep with you after that you wrote that humiliating essay! Try something like that again and see what happens."

She ran the rest of the way up the stairs, into her room and closed the door.

She heard him yell, "Hermione! That is, hands down, the most FUCKED UP thing you've ever done!" then she heard the bathroom door open and close, and then the shower come on (with cold water, no doubt).

Hermione sank to the floor of her room and said to herself, "Merlin, that boy is freakin' gorgeous. I swear, I should get a medal for that."

The next day, Hermione headed to the dungeons to meet Snape for her first of the 14 detentions she would be serving. She'd only heard horror stories from Harry and Ron about what detention was like with Snape and her steps were shaded with dread.

She was just wondering what he might have her do when she heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Hey, Hermione."

She looked up and was surprised to see Blaise standing in front of her. "Um, Hi?"

He said, "Sorry, I hope you don't mind but I saw you walking by and you've been spending a lot of time with Draco lately so I just thought I'd pop over and say hello."

Hermione smiled. "Oh, okay. Well, hello then."

He gave her a little wave and they stood in awkward silence. Finally, he chuckled and said, "I don't think we've ever spoken before." While she chuckled and simultaneously said, "You're nice. I didn't expect that."

They both laughed and she responded to him, "You're right, we've never spoken before. Maybe we should talk more often and then it won't be so awkward."

He smiled. "True. I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you had said. We spoke at the same time."

She blushed. "Oh, I said that you're nice and I didn't expect that."

He tilted his head in mild surprise. "What? Just because I'm a Slytherin, I'm supposed to be a jerk?"

"No, just because Draco Malfoy is your best friend, you're supposed to be a jerk."

He looked disapproving. "Draco's not a bad guy, Miss Granger. He's just been… dealt some rough cards in his life."

"So have a lot of people, though. That's really not an excuse."

"It is for him. Trust me, he's not mean to you because he wants to be."

Hermione was about to retort but instead, she caught sight of the time and yelped, "Oh! My detention! I'm going to be late. I'm sorry, I have to go."

She took off down the hall at full speed, momentarily glanced back and slammed into Draco.

"OUCH! What the hell, Hermione!"

"Oh God, Draco. I'm so sorry. I was…" She wasn't sure how Draco would react to her talking with Blaise so she said, "Well, I was running late, apparently."

"Yeah, whatever. Just watch where you're going… stupid tease." He continued down the hall.

She jogged to catch up with him and said, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Last night was not okay." He pouted.

Hermione glanced at Draco and smirked. "Oh, come on. You have to admit, it was a good one."

"No. It was a mean one."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "And all the things you've done to me were what, acts of kindness?"

"Well, of course not, but what I did was mean to you, not me. This is a one way street, Granger."

"Whatever, Malfoy. At least what I did was between the two of us, at least it didn't involve teachers, at least it didn't get us banned from a Hogsmeade weekend, and at least it didn't get us two weeks of detention with Snape."

He threw his hands up and said, "I don't even know why I'm here. It was your essay. I shouldn't be getting punished."

"Ugh. You are infuriating!"

She walked up to Snape's office door and knocked.

Professor Snape opened the door and without even a glance towards them said, "Tonight, I would like you both to clean the first and second floor boy's and girl's lavatories. No Magic. You'll find all the supplies you'll need in the broom cupboard by the girl's lavatory on the first floor. Filch has left the cupboard unlocked for you. Enjoy."

With that, he shut the door in their faces.

Hermione shot Draco a devilish glare and said, "Nice going involving the teachers, ass."

They walked up to the first floor in silence, gathered all their supplies in silence and began cleaning, in silence. After three hours of scrubbing toilets, sinks, floors and stall doors, they made it to the last bathroom of the night, not having said a word to one another.

Hermione couldn't stop thinking about what Blaise had said to her: Trust me, he's not mean to you because he wants to be. She couldn't actually think of a legitimate reason why she disliked him so much. All she could come up with was that he hated Harry and called her mudblood sometimes.

She finally mustered up her courage to break the silence and ask him, "Draco, why do you think we hate each other?"

He joked, "Isn't it obvious? It's because I'm a pureblood and you're a mudblood."

"Ha ha." She laughed dryly. "Seriously, why do you think we hate each other so much?"

He dropped his rag in a bucket of soapy water, wiped his forehead, and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's because we hate each other's friends."

She said, "I've never really interacted your friends, though."

He got irritated. "Okay. So, Potter's the problem, then. I seriously hate that ego-inflated prat so much, that anyone that he even associates with, irks me like you wouldn't believe."

She smiled. "So you don't have any specifically ill feelings towards me, then?"

"I do right now. You're being annoying."

"Ass. Good grief, do you like being mean to me?"

"No. It's just the way it is. Look, Granger. You're extremely loyal to your friends… loyal in a way I doubt I'll ever understand, and I'm… Well, I'm a sarcastic, pureblooded, cocky prick, who's never going to like your friends - which is basically a result of my upbringing. It's only natural that we hate each other."

Hermione stood up to gather up the cleaning supplies because they had finished. She responded, "It doesn't have to be that way, though. I doubt you're really as mean as you act. Anyway, I'm going to go put these buckets away and then I have to patrol the halls. It's my night to do it."

She walked towards the door with the buckets and said as she left, "If you want to understand the loyalty I have to my friends, become one of them. Simple as that."

He yelled after her, "Yeah, right!"

It was nearly one in the morning when Hermione returned to her dormitory. She said the password and stumbled into the living room. The fire was about to burn out and she spotted a shirtless Draco asleep on the couch… accompanied by a shirtless Pansy, both covered in a blanket.

An inexplicably fierce jealousy ran through Hermione and she got the urge to walk over and smack him. Instead, she quietly tiptoed past them and started up the stairs.

She was just at the top when Draco mumbled out, "Hermione, is that you?"

"Yeah." She replied.

"Oh. I'm sorry about this. We meant to move into my room after but we both crashed out. Won't happen again."

The same unexplained irritation ran through her and she snapped, "Whatever, Malfoy. I don't give a crap what or who you do."

She walked into her room and closed the door. She had just finished changing into her pajamas when there was a quiet knock on her door.

She knew it was Draco, but she answered it anyway, against her better judgment.

He harshly whispered, "There was no reason for you to get angry, Hermione. It's not my fault you're jealous."

"I am NOT jealous… I just don't like you whoring around in our common room."

"I apologized for that, remember?"

She sighed, "Just go to bed, Malfoy. I don't want to fight right now."

He nodded. "Let me say one more thing about our conversation earlier tonight. As long as this ridiculous prank war between us goes on, we aren't going to be friends."

"Well, that ball's in your court now, Malfoy."

He said, "I have a hard time tolerating you, Granger. Friendship's not going to come anytime soon."

He walked back down the stairs and she shut her door. She got in bed and her last thought before drifting off to sleep was that Blaise was completely mistaken when he said that Draco wasn't mean to her because he wanted to be. It was totally on purpose.

A/N 2: Hope you liked it guys. Because of how long it took me to update, I won't even ask... I just hope it was to your liking :)