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Chapter 5-Trapped

The rest of the day went by too fast for Hermione. Before she knew it, it was already seven o’clock, only an hour left until she has to meet up with Malfoy. She hasn’t seen him all day. After telling her to meet him in his room, Hermione has not seen even a trace of him. She had just finished doing her foot-long potions essay and was making her way down to the crowded Great Hall.

She reached the Hall in a short amount of time, and sat down in the Gryffindor table, oblivious to the noise around her. She piled her plate high of food, and was just about to swallow her first bite.

“Hermione, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all day. I tried to go to the Heads’ Quarters, but I don’t even know where it is. Anyway, I was just wondering, have you figured out who Lover Boy is yet?” Ginny asked, plunking herself next to Hermione.

Hermione swallowed her fork full of food. She took her time chewing and swallowing it, holding up her hand to motion to Ginny to wait. She swallowed hard, took a swig of pumpkin juice, and replied to Ginny.

“No, and I have no interest whatsoever to find him. I decided, if he wants me that badly, he should tell me who he is.”

“Oh alright, I guess. So, what are you doing tonight? If you’re not too busy, I’d like you to come to the Gryffindor Common Room, maybe help me with homework?” She said grinning.

Hermione grinned back and replied, “I swear, you are becoming more alike your brother these days!”

“Oh come on Hermione, how on Earth am I supposed to write a three foot long essay on how important it is to do the steps of making a polyjuice potion precisely? Seriously, even you won’t be able to write that much!!”

Hermione let out a little laugh, “Oh Ginny, I think you’re just overreacting, it is important you know. I’d love to help you, but I already have plans.”

“Oh, with who?”

“Malfoy.” She said with utter disgust. “He took it upon himself to schedule our ‘study date’” she said making air quotes, “so we could do our DADA essays. I’m sure Ron or Harry has mentioned to you about it. But, if they didn’t-we have to write foot-long essays about our partner. And, seeing as the only thing I know about Malfoy is that he’s a big-headed, arrogant, conniving, egotistical, narcissistic prick, we ought to spend time together just to complete the assignment.”

Ginny gave a light chuckle, “Well good luck with that. Boy, I would pay big money to see you two try and cooperate together! I’ll leave you and your dinner alone now. See you tomorrow!” With that, she stood and left, waving her arms at Hermione. She was just about to swallow another fork full of food when Ron and Harry decided to show up.

“Hermione, how’s it going?” Ron asked.

“Well I was about to eat until you came.” She replied.

“Oh sorry, listen, do you have to do anything tonight? Harry and I were wondering if you could maybe show us your quarters then help us with home work.” Ron said his voice full of hope.

“Sorry Ron and Harry, Malfoy decided we should meet up at eight o’clock and do our assignment together. And being the stupid prat he is, he left without my agreement.”

“God, he’s such a prick! Hermione, I swear, if he does anything at all, tell me and I’d be there in a flash, making sure he gets punished for his actions.” Harry said.

“Don’t worry Harry he’ll have to go through me first. He maybe better and more skilled at DADA, but I can always outsmart him,” she said with a mischievous smile.

The rest of dinner went on without anymore discussions about Malfoy. Ron and Harry kept on talking about the first Quidditch match of the season, which was about to take place that weekend. Hermione finished with her dinner and turned to the two of them.

“Listen guys, I have to go,” Hermione said. “Although spending all night with Malfoy seems boring, I have to do it anyway because I want to receive full credit on all of the assignments on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Wish me luck!”

Harry gave a half-hearted laugh, “Good luck Hermione! If Malfoy does anything, let me know!”

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later!”

Hermione made her way to the Heads’ Common Room. She lost track of time and had barely three minutes to reach it. She fled up the stairways, barely managing to reach the top because of its constant movement. She made her way through many hallways and corridors and finally reached the portrait of Lawrence and Noelle.
“Good evening Miss Granger!”

“Good evening Lawrence! How’s your night so far?” Hermione asked.

“Splendid! Password?”

“Trust.” The portrait swung open.

“Thank you! Good night!” Hermione stepped inside. She forged through the left staircase to Malfoy’s room. She was about to barge in when she was suddenly surprised to find a portrait of a young wizard in front of her. She doesn’t have a clue on what the password was. She quickly started pacing in front of the door. Suddenly, an idea struck her.

“MALFOY! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!! I’M HERE!”

“I’M COMING!”

The door swung open, revealing a disheveled looking Malfoy behind it.

“Geesh Granger, all you had to do was knock. Anyway, come on in. Let’s get that stupid essay done with; I have Quidditch try-outs first thing tomorrow.” Malfoy said motioning for her to come in.

Hermione walked in. Malfoy’s room was set up just like hers, except all the crimson and red were replaced by emerald green, and the layout was turned around. Somehow, his room seems daunting and less homey than hers. She shivered involuntarily.

“Come on, let’s get started with.”

“Alright, how about you tell me your mini biography, as well as a description of yourself, what you like, what you don’t etc, then I’ll tell you mine?” Hermione suggested.

“Alright. Well, I am Draco Malfoy…” Malfoy started. He continued on with his story for what seemed like hours. Hermione was almost falling asleep. Finally however, he stopped.

“… And that just about sums it up. Let me guess, you haven’t heard a single thing have you? Just droned me out?” He asked.

“Actually, no. Basically, you’re Draco Malfoy, born on June 5th, and son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. You’re aunt is Bellatrix Lestrange and Nymphadora Tonks is your cousin. You were related to the late Sirius Black. You are snobbish, always over-confident, thinking everyone is below you, and you’re on top. You are proud to be pureblood and a Malfoy. Most likely, you are a soon-to-be, if not already, a death eater. You don’t care for anyone but yourself. And despite the narcissistic, scared-of-noting personality you put up, you are a big coward; afraid of your father, and easily scared. You are in Slytherin, and has been taunting Harry, me, and the Weasleys ever since Harry declined your friendship. Oh and yeah, for fun you like to make potions, fly, read, and poke fun of people. How’s that?”

“THAT WASN’T WHAT I SAID AT ALL!!”

“Yes I know, but that is exactly who you are, and don’t even try denying it.”

“You know what Granger? I was actually hoping that through this project, maybe someone would learn and find the real me; not just the snobby, egotistical git my father made me, but I guess I’m wrong. And if you had been listening at all, you’d know exactly why I turned up the way I am, but I guess I’m not worth your or anyone else’s time.” He said, his voice growing louder and louder, his cheeks tinged pink.

Hermione retreated, astounded. He was right, she wasn’t listening. Actually, she was just hearing, not listening. She carefully drank all that he said, absorbing in every single thing. She did the only thing she could think of.

She slowly made her way to him and said, “I’m sorry Malfoy, for not listening. I just assumed you’d be all bragging about things you’ve done. And I guess I just thought I knew you so well since we’ve lived in the same castle for six years, and we both know that that is more than enough time to know anyone. I’m really sorry.”

Malfoy’s hardened face slowly started to relax, softening more and more every second. After what seemed like forever he said, “It’s alright Granger. Besides, I know how it’ll seem that my life is boring.” He said with a slight grin.

Hermione gave him a tiny smile. “How about we start from the beginning?” she asked hopefully.

“Well, alright, but this time, I won’t mention many things that disturb me; maybe someday I’d be able to tell you, but not now, not yet.”

Hermione looked at him, evaluating what he just said. “What do you mean?”

“Well, my life is far from perfect, as a young child, until now, I have…problems, small ordeals that make my life just a bit harder. Look, like I said, I don’t want to go into telling it to you again. Right now, for this essay, I’m just giving you enough information for a foot, alright? When, and if I ever do, get ready, I’ll tell you.”

“Alright then,” Hermione said.

For the next hour, Malfoy and Hermione talked and described their lives. Malfoy however, didn’t go into too much detail. It was very obvious from his descriptions that growing up, he wasn’t exactly loved like a kid should have been. It was evident that throughout his life, he wasn’t deprived of material things. Oh no, he was probably the most spoiled kid in the entire wizarding world. However, it was clear that he was deprived of everything else: like love, affection, care, appreciation, and attention.

Hermione’s life however, seemed as exciting as a carnival. Her life was full of thrills from family vacations to regular days just spent at home. She was an only child like Malfoy, but unlike him, her parents gave him all the affection and love in the world. They may not give her all the material things, but she grew up perfectly well and content. Hermione’s parents gave her a childhood most dream for. It was a childhood filled with everything from bedtime stories, to the weirdest and wackiest family vacations.

After an hour, Malfoy and Hermione were actually laughing having a grand old time as Hermione was describing the day her dad got pinched by a crab on the beach. The old clock tower chimed eleven times, notifying Hermione and Malfoy that it was already getting late.

Hermione finally caught her breath and said, “Well, I best get to bed, like you said, you have a big day tomorrow, and I do too. What with the pile of homework and helping Harry and Ron. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright, good night Granger, I had a really fun time, well the first half hour wasn’t all too well, but you made up for it, I’m glad we had the opportunity to talk.” Malfoy said.

“Yeah the first half hour wasn’t too shabby, but me too, I had a great time. Good night!”

Hermione silently made her way to the portrait door. Usually, the portraits opened by themselves but Hermione found herself standing in front of the portrait, but it still won’t budge.

“Umm Malfoy, what’s with your portrait, do I have to turn a knob or something?” Hermione inquired.

“Oh yeah, there’s a hidden knob, here let me show you.”

He walked next to Hermione and brushed his shoulder past hers. He took out his wand and pointed it at a spot on the door, and whispered an incantation Hermione didn’t hear too clearly. He whispered the incantation again, but still, nothing happened.

“Damn.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The door, it won’t work!” He said frustrated.

“What do you mean it won’t work, I have to get to my room and get some sleep.” Hermione said starting to panic.

“I know, but the door knob won’t show! Usually, if I said ‘schauen,’ the door knob shows up.”

“Maybe you’re doing it wrong.”

“Excuse you Granger, but I’ve been living in here for weeks, and it has been working perfectly well. Maybe you ruined it on your way in!”

“I did no such thing! Here let me do it. You’re just clearly doing it wrong.”

Hermione pointed her own wand in the same spot and muttered schauen. Still, nothing happened to the blasted door. They continued taking turns, trying to open the door but no progress was ever made.

Hermione let out a frustrated sigh and threw her hands in the air, “Ugghh, what the bloody hell are we going to do! It must at least be midnight already!” Sure enough the clock tower chimed twelve times.

“I guess you could spend the night in my room,” Malfoy suggested.

Hermione whipped her head around, “What makes you think I’d trust you and sleep with you in your room?” She snapped.

“Fine then, if you don’t mind, I’m sleeping.” He said, starting to change into his pajamas.

Hermione blushed, and turned around so she couldn’t see him, “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!?!” she shrieked.

“Getting ready for bed, unless you want to stay up all night, I suggest you do too. I have some smaller clothes you could borrow if you don’t want to sleep in your uniform. As for me, I’ll go be a gentleman and sleep on the floor, you could take my bed.” He said grabbing one of the numerous fluffy looking pillows.

Hermione thought for a second before saying, “Fine. One question: How come you’re being nice to me?”

“Like I said before, we’re living together we have to learn to cooperate. Now, look on the bottom drawer in the chest, there should be a small black pajama bottom and a small white shirt.”

Hermione did as told. She found them and they didn’t look small at all. In fact, it looked like she could fit in to the shirt as if it was a sack.

“Umm Malfoy, I think these are a tad too big.”

“Well, they’re the smallest I’ve got. Either them or your uniform, which trust me, are very uncomfortable, I’ve slept in them before, long story.”

“Alright, alright, would you mind turning around, the last thing I want is for you to see anything under my clothes.” Malfoy turned around and Hermione quickly changed into Malfoy’s clothes. They felt warm, but oversized.

“Alright I’m done, can I sleep now?” He turned around and quickly examined her from head to toe.

“Oh… um… yeah, you can go take the bed. We’ll figure out how to get out and what happened to the door tomorrow. We can ask Dumbledore, hopefully”

“Thanks, good night.” She said going over to the bed. She laid down and felt her rigid body relax. Malfoy’s bed was heaven. It was fluffier than hers and it was so comfortable. It wasn’t long until she and Malfoy was succumbed to sleep.




A/N: I know I know, I cut the chapter too short. I promise everything that seems a bit confusing right now will be explained on later chapters. As for why they got stuck there, it'll be explained on the next chapter. Thanks so much for the reviews! Keep reading!!
-Katrina

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