Draught of Dreams

Malfoy emerged from an alcove, blocking my path. I startled and pointed my wand at his chest.
He grinned. “Going to curse me too?”
“I flashed you? Is your life so small and pathetic that you see a girl’s bra and suddenly it’s Slytherin’s hot gossip?” I ask.
“Do you mean to say you didn’t go gabbing to all your friends about my abs? After all that time you spent gawking at them?”

Two weeks of detention force Hermione and Draco to... interact.