Trapped

A Dramione fanfic. It is 5 years after the death of Voldemort both Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy work at the Department of Mysteries. Hermione had been single for a couple years and was open for something new. Draco just wanted something real and was tired of the bimbos his mother threw at them. An accident happens where they are trapped in a room with an endless supply of food, water, a working shower, and toilet. What will happen next?

Rating: T [suggestive scenes, and light cussing] may or may not progress to Mature but I will advise you if that happens.

Pairings: [Draco, Hermione] , [Harry, Ginny] , [Ron, Lavender]

Themes: Romance, Friendship

A/N: This isn't my first story, but this is my first Harry Potter based story. I'm not sure where I'm going to take this story so let's just see where it goes. If you have any ideas let me know, I'm free to suggestions. But please remember to be kind.

P.S.

This is a short chapter, I am just doing this because of the great stopping point and to see how you guys think about this. And also just FWI I will be pretty sporadic with updates, just wanted to warn you guys.

Chapter 1

Hermione was late.

She was literally running to her office at the Department of Mysteries. Work always started exactly at 8 o'clock on the dot. Ever since she graduated her apprenticeship 3 years ago she hadn't been late. Not once.

What had gone wrong?

Things just seemed to randomly stop her in her place and it didn't help that today was the anniversary of when she found out her parents were murdered.

It all started this morning. As she made her way to the floo she spilled her coffee all over her robes and had to waste 5 minutes cleaning up the mess and changing. Over the past couple years her caffeine intake had been increasing, she knew it was bad for her but falling sleep at work was worse. The reason for her exhaustion was the nightmares. Her nightmares were made up of all sorts of things, but they all had one thing in common. The war. The war left its mark on everyone, her mark was just a little more noticeable. The scar that graced her left arm was immune to any type of concealment charm or cream. Only after 5 years of dealing with it did she finally begin to accept and get used to her scar.

Her day from hell continued once she got to work.

As she got to the Ministry Hermione was dragged into a painfully long conversation with the Minister. While Kingsly was a very nice man, he could be dreadfully boring. This made him great at politics but horrible at small talk. As time passed Hermione grasped that he had recently got a cat and was telling her stories about how 'fluffy' liked to play with his socks which he found adorable. Even though she was late Hermione couldn't just walk away, it was the Minister for merlin's sake.

Once the conversation reached its natural end it was 8:05.

Hermione ran down the many corridors until she reached the only elevator that reached to the Department of Mysteries. And then she ran to her office which was at the end of the hallway. By the time she got there she was panting. Hermione paused at the doorway, holding her chest as she looked around the room to see that she missed the giving out of assignments.

New assignments were distributed every Monday, and of course Hermione was done with her previous assignment. It helped that the Ministry to save money decided to pay its officers by with each successful assignment that was completed. Hermione always made a point to get to the office 10 minutes early on the Mondays when she needed a new assignment. And of course the best assignments were given out first, and therefore the worst was last.

Hermione's eyes scanned across the room they finally settled on one of their newest officers, Draco Malfoy.

While Hermione understood his upbringing, and the decisions he made she could never fully feel comfortable around him. This was one of those lingering effects of the war. In her nightmares Draco often made appearances. He was always staring at her with frightened eyes; tears were streaming down his face as he just stood there. This affected her so much because during the actual event she had locked on to his eyes and stared at him the entire time. She had the mentality that if they were going to kill me, he would have to look me in the eyes while it happened.

Thankfully Draco had been nothing but courteous to his co-workers, but what he had done in the war had changed the way people viewed and for the most part it was for the worse. People never really understood what Draco had to go through. So they just assumed he was guilty, and treated him as such. Hermione had testified on his defense at his trial, and he truly seemed remorseful for his actions unlike other purebloods he grew up with. On a brighter note Draco had recently finished his parole and was only a few years behind Hermione, career wise.

"I guess it's just you and me, Granger. Come on, I'll show you what we were assigned." Draco said cautiously.

For a second Hermione was confused but then she remembered that junior officers had to be accompanied by a senior officer, Hermione guessed that she was the last officer to come in.

Damn it.

Draco nervously glanced at her; a feeling of dread overwhelmed his body. He had never truly felt comfortable around her. Draco could never get over the guilt that racked his mind and body whenever he saw her. But he was determined to get over this feeling. He had made his amends to all he hurt physically and emotionally, he shouldn't have to feel like this anymore. Draco shoved these feelings of confusion and guilt into the back of his mind and walked to where Granger was standing.

She looked exhausted but beautiful. Her cheeks were pink with exertion, her hair was elegantly plaited into a single braid that went down to the small of her back, and it wasn't frizzy like it was in school but actually very smooth looking. Her robes were a beautiful hazel color; it seemed to reflect different colors varying from green to brown as she walked underneath the lights of the office. He was so captured by her appearance that he almost missed her saying.

"Let me just set down my things down in my office and then we can go." She quickly left the main room to her office and was back within a matter of seconds.

Draco gathered the paper that detailed their mission off his desk. It just had the room number and to wait for Hermione Granger to come and have her work with him. Having short messages describing what he needed to do was nothing new to him, but he had a weird feeling about this. But it was probably nothing, so he pushed the feeling away.

As Hermione walked back to the room she could see a faint smile grace Malfoy's face. It wasn't the sneer that was so commonly thrown at her during her Hogwarts years. I was a small lift of the lips like he was remembering something fond. Now that she really got a look at him she could see that some things have changed. He looked quite fit in his charcoal grey suit. He had on a black button up shirt and a purple tie. Smart. He wore a non-house color on. Even though both of them have been out of Hogwarts for many years people still hold old house grudges. And in Malfoy's case, he didn't need any more reason to be picked on by his peers.

"So what's the assignment?" Hermione asked to break the awkward silence.

"Uh, we have to go to room 8-137 and will get further notice once there." Draco said, he hated that they hadn't given more details, but they wouldn't want to short him again with him working with the Golden Girl.

Right?

"Well, that's lovely. I guess we should get going then." Hermione said her voice lased with sarcasm. Hermione wasn't sure when or why she became so sarcastic, but it's probably because of all the political bullshit she has to deal with on an almost weekly basis. Now frustrated she quickly led the way to the elevator and Draco tried to keep up.

"Damn, Granger slow down. Where's the fire?" joked Draco. He would never admit this to anyone but he was having a hard time keeping up with her. Her expression changed to frustration before she bolted. Draco guessed she wasn't to pleased to be working with him, great.

"I was already late this morning, and now we wasted time dilly-dallying in the office when we could have started whatever this project is." She huffed as she continued at the same speed. She had wasted most of her grocery money at the pub last night trying to drink the entire Thames. She had never been great at dealing with this particular day, but this year it just seemed worse. As if something horrible was bound to happen. This also led to her being late this morning, thus making today even more horrible.

Neither of them talked the rest of the way to the room in question.

Draco was hoping that they would be able to finish this task relatively easy without pissing her off, because he really needed this job. He didn't want to spend the rest of his days hold up in the Manor. He would do literally anything to avoid doing that.

Hermione was thinking along similar lines. She needed money from this completion, and was dreading having to work with Draco. Even if both of them were civil towards one another, this task was not going to be easy. And in all honesty she couldn't shake this feeling of dread.

Once they reached the door Draco stated "I've never been to this part of the ministry, it looks like completely deserted down here. Doesn't it?"

"It seems like we are clearing this out to make a new office. I've done similar works with other abandoned levels of the ministry." Hermione was only guessing, she had only done that once, and that was when she was still an apprentice. She rationalized that she was just trying to justify to herself what was going on. She glanced at Draco who looked like he was trying to relax.

I guess he wasn't too excited for this either, she thought.

Hermione moved to go open the door. She placed her hand on the handle and then paused. That feeling wasn't going away, not at all. It was probably growing. Draco wasn't fairing much better when she glanced back at him, sweat was starting to bead around his temples.

She slowly opened the door; it swung back into the room.

Hermione was about to let a sigh of relief but then felt something strange. A pulling sensation, and before she could say anything it pulled her to the ground. She gripped onto the doorframe, and she turned to yell for help but saw that Draco was in the same position as her.

Then her fingers began to slip and she lost consciousness.

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As Draco woke up, he knew something was wrong.

He ached all over and was lying on a cold, hard surface. The events that happened previously were slowly starting to come back to him. He and Hermione Granger had been sucked into a room at the Ministry of Magic. One of the largest, oldest, and mysterious magical places in Britain.

Shit.

There was something Draco felt like he was forgetting. Then it suddenly came to him. Where's Granger?

He grasped around in the darkness for his wand and eventually found it in his pocket. Draco muttered a quick 'Lumos' and was finally able to get his bearings.

He looked around the room and found that it had no windows. This was no surprise since they were underground. The floor was made of a black marble, and the walls were painted a soft grey. This room had all the makings of an average office, with a standard depressing color scheme.

His eyes finally landed on Hermione, she was lying on the ground roughly 5 feet away from him. As he stood up he felt a wave of dizziness, but tried to ignore it the best he could and continued to wobble over to her. Draco knelt beside her and gently shook her shoulder, attempting to wake her up. Hermione groaned and rolled to her side and coughed.

This made Draco nervous and relieved at that the same time so he asked "Hey, Granger are you okay?"

"Yeah, just got the wind knocked out of me." She said sitting up. Hermione glanced around the room. There was a large bed, a fireplace, a small kitchen, and two doors. Hermione then looked back at Draco who was looking at her, his expression was filled with worry.

"Seriously I'm fine. Have you tried opening the door?" She asked as she got up, but once she did she paused a second to gain her focus before walking to the door. Hermione hoped that the door she chose led to the hallway, but visibly there was no way to tell. Hermione opened the door, but instead of it being the hallway they so violently vacated. It was a bathroom.

It had a large ceramic bath, a separate shower and a large black marble counter with a sink carved into it. The cabinets were a made out of wood but were painted over white. The sink had a soap pump and there were even black towels hanging on racks next to the bath tub. Oddly enough for everything seemed to be sufficient for two people. The walls had white tiles, which seemed to stick to the theme of the other room, varying shades of black, white and grey.

Weird…

But there wasn't time for that now. So Hermione closed the bathroom door and tried to open the other door to its left. But it was locked, the door knob didn't even move.

They were locked in.

Hermione began to panic. She was locked in a room with no windows and to top that off she had the company of ex-Deatheater. While Draco Malfoy himself wasn't really the problem it was what he was capable of that worried her. She had no idea if Malfoy really changed or was this nice guy act she saw in the office was just that, an act. What was she going to do?

"Uh…Draco, I can't open the door. I think we are locked in." She admitted while trying to turn the knob for the door, hoping that the more times she tried it would actually work. Hermione knew it was in vain but she couldn't help but try, and she was completely sure that she was going through some denial right now.

Draco rushed over and then took over trying to open the door, and of course it didn't work.

They were truly and utterly trapped.

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