Chapter 74: What Just Happened?

                                    

                                          
I didn't know what time it was, where I was, nor had any recollection of how I ended up in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
What I did know was that I woke up, sitting at a desk, and Draco Malfoy was busy cleaning a shelf on the other side of the classroom. We've had detention together for the last twenty four days, so I knew that was why I was there, but the events between now and lunch were blurry.
It was like somebody had obliviated me.
"Look who's finally awake," Draco scoffed as he cleaned a shelf with his rag, "Detention's nearly over, do you plan on helping me?"
"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my forehead
Draco faced me, raising his eyebrows, "You fell asleep, and left me to do all of the cleaning. Long night, I assume?"
I shrugged in response. I was positive that I had received enough sleep last night. Well, I've lost a bit over these past couple of weeks because I've been stressed about summer, but overall, I didn't feel tired.
"Not really..." I sighed, reaching for the rag that sat a couple of inches away from me.
This rag caught my attention; it looked like it was just stitched back together. There had been an obvious tear in the middle of it, a fresh one too. 
"Did you rip this rag? The stitch looks new." I questioned Draco, holding the rag in the air. Draco shook his head in response before returning to his cleaning.
"No, it was already like that," Draco stated, "Besides, how could I have sewn it when Snape has my wand."
"Real classy of you, saving the trash-rag for me," I scoffed, "Also, you don't need magic to sew, Draco... muggles have these things called needles-"
"I don't care," Draco spat, cutting me off, "Now, could you please start cleaning before Snape comes back? I've done most of the classroom already, but if you could wipe your desk and the ones surrounding it, I'd be most grateful."
Confused, I hesitantly stood up from my seat, and began wiping down the desks, like Draco had asked. I had so many unanswered questions, but Draco's tone-of-voice told me that I should have just kept them to myself. I've had memory problems in the past, especially with my visions. Maybe that was what happened, I must have had a vision or something, but that still didn't answer the question of how I got from the Great Hall to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
After about ten minutes of wiping down tables and shelves, Snape came back into the classroom. 
"Your cleansing job..." Snape said coldly as he walked around the classroom, swiping a finger at random shelves to check for dust, "It's mediocre at best."
I let out a long sigh as Draco rubbed his forehead in annoyance. Well, what did Snape expect? Draco has never cleaned a day in his life, and he did most of this classroom by himself.
"Does this mean we have to stay longer?" I asked hesitantly.
Snape snapped his head towards me as he gave me the dirtiest look possible, "Ms. Lestrange, what makes you think that I want you to rot my classroom any more than you already have. Please go."
"Erm... thank you?" I stammered as I placed the rag onto his table. Draco followed after me, doing the same.
"You two should head back to your common rooms," Snape stated as his eyes drifted to Draco, "It's getting late out, don't you think?"
Draco gulped as he hastily walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He looked extremely guilty for some odd reason. There was a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to go after him, but I decided not to listen to it. Because I feared that if I listened to it, I would have ended up in the same situation Harry was in a month ago.