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Hermione's eyes had adjusted to the gloom after a matter of minutes. Within a matter of hours she'd had all the eye spy games she could handle. Of all the people to be stuck with it had to be him. Ferret boy.
"I spy with my little eye...something beginning with...w!" Draco said triumphantly.
"Wall?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"You bet your frizzy hair mudblood."
Hermione rolled her eyes. There was a time when that would have bothered her. Now it was just common practise. Like the answer she would give.
"Shut up ferret."
"Granger? This is getting rather repetitive isn't it? I hate things getting repetitive. It's boring and a bit repetetive." Draco smirked.
I know he's winding me up. I shan't rise to it. She thought. I bet he's sitting there smirking right now all smug in his slytherin tye. How I'd love to pull it round his neck!
Breathing deeply she stood cautiously, leaning on the muscular shoulder of a quidditch player and managed to navigate her way round to the other side of the room. There was a silhouette of a large cabinet pressed against the far wall. She made her way over to it silently cursing Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy for not having heard of contraception.
From her position, Hermione could see a dark shape a few metres away. Hands stretched out in front of her she wandered half-blind towards it when her shims collided with solid oak.
"OH IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S BAGGY Y-FRONTS!! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?" she screeched.
"If I wanted to spend the night with a banshee I would have gone to London, Granger." Drawled Malfoy.
But Hermione wasn't listening. She knelf down and felt soft silk over the wood. Thanking Gryffindor for her ccurious nature she let herself fall back among the covers of a rather large bed. She was laying sideways and still barely reached either end. She gave a muffled sigh of releif, after the cold harsh floor this was a welcome improvement.
I wish Harry and Ron were here. She thought miserably. Well not directly here but in the same room, they'd be much more comforting than Malfoy. I wonder what Ginny's doing now...probrably finishing her list of 100 reasons why Ginny Weasley is better for Harry Potter than Cho Chang. Not that it wasn't comforting to have another person around and although she hated to admit it Draco was probrably stronger than either of the boys. Much more use in a fight .I mean those muscles! If that's his shoulder then...
"DRACO! WHAT IN GRYFFINDOR'S NAME ARE YOU DOING??"
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