Somewhere Only We Know
Disclaimer: (Sobbing) I don't own the characters or places in the Harry potter universe. (Now hysterical) I wish I did! I wanna be J.K.Rowling! It's not fair!
Summary: Mainly DM/HG with a splash of HP/GW and a dribble of RW/OC
Everyone has somewhere where they feel safest. Their own nook of space and privacy. What happens when someone unexpected steals it?Draco Malfoy has stolen Hermione grangers table and she's not going to give it up without a fight. However when you get used to having someone around it's so very hard to let them go…….
A/N: Hey everyone! Okay this is my second attempt at a fanfic woooooo! I'm excited! My first one went okay but was a lil cliché so I've got an original plot this time and it's based on a true life story which id uber cool! So ENJOY!
Somewhere Only We Know
Chapter 1: Complete
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Seventeen year old Hermione Granger brushed a stray curl behind her ear, as she walked briskly along the dimly lit corridor that led to the Hogwarts library.
She pushed open the heavy oak doors and breathed in the musky smell of the thousands of books that awaited her.
She nodded a brief hello to Madam Pince, the librarian, before weaving in between desks and bookshelves to the very back corner of the library, to a battered wooden desk, completely concealed from view.
Hermione visibly relaxed as she unloaded her materials and text books onto the shiny wooden surface and slumped inelegantly into the chair that accompanied the work space.
Everyone, no matter who you are or where you are, has that one special place that is completely yours. A little nook in your life where you feel completely unperturbed and relaxed, where you can exist without the fronts and personas we barricade ourselves beneath in everyday life.
Harry potters was when he was flying. In summer with the sun beating down on his back or in the winter with the raindrops and wind stinging his face, he felt free.
Ron Weasley found his solitude playing wizards chess by the fire. He was by far the best chess player in the whole of Hogwarts and he revelled in this fact.
Neville Longbottom found his among his plants, in greenhouse three. Possibly the only place he had never had an accident or knocked something over. The little green tendrils seemed to have a soothing effect on his nerves.
Hermione Grangers secret recess was this table. The large oak surface and comfortable battered chair, soothed away her worries and stress from the day.
It was here that shed studied for her owls and received full marks in every single exam.
It was here which shed discovered the answer to the chamber of secrets entrance.
She could still remember writing the word onto a scrap of parchment, pipes. The lettering had dug into the wood beneath and now she could still trace her finger over the letters, a slight smile on her lips and a haunting look in her eyes.
Yes this table was Hermione's, it always had been and it always would be.
Hermione rested her head on her arm, which was carelessly thrown across the table top, and closed her eyes. It had been such a challenging day.