STUCK! Chapter 1
"BOMBARDA!" In attempt to blow the door open, the brunette thought of referring to this spell.
"Granger, you are never going to get that bloody door open!" the blonde groaned, hearing the tiny clink from the small door openers that the Gryffindor kept jiggling. "It's been charmed, we can't get out!" sitting on a large sack he ran his fingers down his platinum-blonde locks.
"It was worth a try" she said in a small voice, finding a similar sack just opposite from him. Fidgeting with the straw weave's she sighed.
"What are we going to do?" her voice exasperated. "We are stuck in this bloody cupboard, it's seven fifteen and I still haven't finished my Potions essay!" jabbing a chipped piece of wood -which she guessed came from the small cabinet- on the sack.
"What are you doing?" Looking at her as if she was a crazy woman, he spotted the piece of wood that was currently pricking her with at least fifty splinters by now.
"Where'd you get that anyway?" he asked, his tone of voice for the first time civil
"Over there" she cocked her head to the right where there was a small square wooden cabinet on the corner, minding its own cabinet business, doing whatever it does, being a cabinet.
"But that wasn't there earlier" he inched closer to the old cabinet and opened one of its two drawers. Drawer one, nothing there. Although he did find a ball of dust, and a peculiar little bottle that had a label that said 'drink me' in cursive.
Drawer number two, to his satisfaction there was a piece of parchment, thankfully it wasn't tattered, not like the one that was crumpled and somewhat burned, it was located in the corner where Hermione was still busy boring holes in the sack, obtaining a new record of three hundred splinters in one finger. That should have been recorded right away in the 'Guinness Book of World Records'
Opening the piece of parchment, he skimmed through the letter to the end where McGonagal had signed her initials there.
'Dear Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy,
Due to the observations of both staff, and students, the both of you are forced to set aside your differences and work together to accomplish several tasks that you are about to face as soon as both you, and Ms. Granger read this. There will be seven sets of tasks for both of you to do. First you must analyze, you must be aware, you must solve, and you must find a conclusion. Easy, it's just like Muggle Math's which I presume Ms. Granger is familiar with. Now hand this over to your partner, after that this piece of parchment will give you the instructions.'
So this was a trap all along he mused.
"Hey Granger, better check this out. " he said over his back.
Meanwhile in the background where exactly 394 splinters got into her forefinger Hermione is oblivious to her surroundings.
Splinters my ass, I am invincible! Hahahaha in her mind, cackling like a mad woman, the one who we knew as Hermione Granger, has cracked.
"Grangers gone cookoo" looking at her made him chuckle, smiling to the ground, his blond locks falling in front of his face. Seeing her like that, just like a little girl, a little girl who was hurting herself that is. But in other words, he found her… cute was that the right word? Granger was cute. He nodded once.
WAIT WHAT? Granger is…Granger is… shaking his head n frustration he took a deeeeeeep breathe
You were just going crazy. Just like Granger over there. Doing whatever a Granger is doing, all flushed face and acting cute, who does she think she is? Crap. It slipped again… The 'c' word. Thoughts about her flew from his mind like oompa lompa's performing the 'Chocolate River' dance. It was quite humorous actually.
Clearing his throat loudly, her head snapped up.
"I got a splinter..or splinters" she said awkwardly. Ashamed of what she did she faced head-down.
"We've got a letter here, supposedly our ticket out o this bloody cupboard" he tossed the letter to her, receiving a small 'ow' from her splintered finger.
Like what he did, she skimmed through the letter. More ink magically appeared.
"Hey look more words!" she exclaimed, gesturing him to come forward.
Good, now both of you have read the letter. Now I will introduce to you set one. This task will teach you all about trust, and friendship. Now this is not just a random cupboard, no. This is something that the Hogwarts staff has kept secret from the students. It shall not be named but this concerns Hogwarts regulations. Now, if you look to your left you will see everything melt and deteriorate into lava.
Snapping their necks to the left, the part of the room was turning into magma! Hermione jumped to Draco's side instinctively, grabbing his arm in fear of falling in the pool of boiling liquid. His expression was worse than Hermione's face frozen in shock, his body was as stiff as a rock.
"Malfoy the parchment is printing more words!" she shook his arm, finally recovering from the shock
Then more ink started to appear on the parchment, forming words in fine cursive.
And on the right you'll see more furniture and space melting into lava.
And that's where we focus back on that poor little cabinet. It was just sitting there, humble and quiet. It never got to finish its cabinet business. It slowly started melting, the wood there cracking.
This time Draco jumped to Hermione's side.
"You little whimp, you're the boy!" she screamed in agony.
"NOT..." He threatened, his voice braver than he actually felt.
"More words, more ink. IS THERE NO END TO THIS?" she screamed, again.
There is an end to this miss Granger, oh and this is not interactive, the staff just knew that you would say that. Anyway, now look at the floor. You will see that there is only little space left for you. Good luck now.
And with that, Hermione lost her balanced.
With an ear-splitting shriek, she slipped on a pebble and slid down. Her hand was the only thing that kept her alive, clinging onto the concrete for dear life she felt saw her life flash before her eyes. Her heart thudding against her rib cage, she felt it would pop out of her chest any second now.
"GRANGER! HOLD ON!"