A/N ~ Alright, this is my first Harry Potter fic, so there is a high possibility that it will suck, just don't flame me to bad! I would love any helpful reviews! Ok, so this takes place around Christmas of Hermione and Draco's fifth year at Hogwarts, and there are some OotP spoilers along the way, but I'll try not to give away anything major (like who dies, by the way I am still in denial of my favorite character's sticky end!! I cried when it happened!! Damn you J.K Rowling! only kidding) and ummm, that's it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer ~ I own nothing, if I did a certain unruly, defiant, caring, very awesome character would still be alive!

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"His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding . . ."

((Pride and Prejudice))

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Chapter One : Thrown Together

It was late, nearly ten thirty, and the members of the D.A were slowly dispersing, each leaving the Room Of Requirement with one or two companions at sporadic intervals, as to deflect any unwanted attention.

Tonight the group had been attempting to learn the Annalihatus Curse, and not many had quite mastered the level of control necessary to perform this spell, as such, the entire room was littered with the destroyed remains of several small cabinets, a chandelier, spell books, and pillows that had exploded when the spell caster's aim faltered.

As the rest of the group continued to filter out, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed behind to clean up the mess.

"You know I think that maybe this spell wasn't the best one to start off with just when everyone is getting ready to go home for Christmas break, their focus seems to be lacking just a little." Harry observed as he pointed his wand at a broken chair, "Cathedra Reparo" he said softly, and watched as the splintered leg became whole again.

"Thanks for that Harry," Ron said sardonically, shooting him a menacing look as he dodged the chandelier, which fell to the ground after hanging precariously for a while, it's binding to the ceiling severely weakened when Zacharias Smith hit it with his misshapen excuse for a spell. "We hadn't noticed at all, though I was getting a bit suspicious of just that when Neville nearly killed Hannah Abbot when he preformed the spell with his wand facing the wrong way." He finished as he pointed his wand at several books that had landed on top of the pillow cabinet when the bookshelf they had been stored on was hit by Lavender Brown. "Accio Books" he said, and the three thick volumes soared toward him, and as they flew at him he muttered another spell to redirect them back to their newly restored shelf.

The trio continued to repair the broken furniture and clean the room for a while before Harry glanced down at his watch and frowned, "Ron, we need to go," He said despairingly "Professor Sinistra is expecting us at midnight on top of the astronomy tower so we can make up that exam on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn."

Ron groaned loudly, "Can't we just tell her we're sick again, or that some other distant relative has kicked?" He suggested lamely, but before Harry could respond Hermione piped in, "You know you can't do that, if you two skive off again with another lame excuse she'll get suspicious. Plus we have O.W.Ls at the end of the year, and neither of you can afford to miss an astronomy test, seeing as that particular O.W.L is supposed to be utterly impossible." She said disparagingly, her arms crossed resolutely over her chest.

"But Hermione, what about all of this?" Harry asked, gesturing to the remaining debris littering the room,

"Nothing I can't handle," she replied, and she turned to look at the Marauder's Map, which was lying on the table behind her. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she said before tapping the blank parchment, and she studied it for a second before looking up at them. "There is nobody around, if you leave now no one will see you coming out of here," she said as she pointed to the door and watched as the two defeated boys slumped out of the room.

"Oh, and If I don't see you before tomorrow morning, Happy Christmas!" She called after them, receiving replies wishing her the same, though the voices of the two boys were considerably less enthusiastic then her own.

Turning back to the mess, Hermione frowned in concentration as she lifted her wand and pointed it at the chandelier that was lying shattered in the middle of the room, "Candelabrum Ascendale," she said softly, watching as the broken pieces re-attached themselves and the restored fixture rose back up to it's previous spot on the ceiling.

She then walked over to the pillow cabinet and began sending pillows from all over the room soaring back into their rightful spot, and she was about halfway through when the ground beneath her began to quake.

Hermione stumbled backwards, the pillow she had been summoning hitting her in the face as she went. She landed hard on the ground and watched as everything around her seemed to swim and spin before her, everything bleeding together so that she became dizzy and shut her eyes.

A moment later everything stopped, and she looked up slowly to see something very odd around her.


The room seemed to have transformed, but not completely. Several of the bookshelves which contained the spell books from which the D.A had been learning for months still remained, as did the pillow cabinet behind her and a single table in the middle of the room that held the apples and oranges that they had been practicing the Annalihatus Curse on. Yet there were new things in the room as well. Near her stood a large, four poster bed draped in green and silver hangings, and across the room there was a fireplace that hadn't been there before. And next to the largest bookshelf there was a desk with a lamp and several rolls of parchment atop it, and as Hermione looked closer at the shelf she could see a number of new books nestled between the Defense Against The Dark Arts ones which had been there before.

Yet the biggest shock came when Hermione stood up and looked at the door, in front of which stood another person, who by the look on his face was nearly as confused as she was.

He hadn't spotted her yet, and was surveying the room when she spoke, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked incredulously, feeling a little pleased with herself when she saw him jump severely at the sound of her voice. Yet the Slytherin quickly composed himself and assumed his usual annoyed and superior attitude.

"I could ask you the same question," he said hotly, obviously not happy with his newfound company.

Hermione surveyed him shrewdly, "How do you know about this room?" She asked, folding her arms protectively across her chest as she waited for her sarcastic and often extraordinarily infuriating nemesis to reply.

He smirked a little, his eyes flashing dangerously, "How did you know about it Granger, go about breaking all sorts of rules to find it did you? Tut tut, what would McGonagall say?"

She frowned at him, though kept her temper as well as her tongue in check while she picked up her things and stuffed them hastily in her bag, "I don't think that's any of you business, don't worry, I was just leaving." She said before brushing past him and grabbing hold of the handle.

Malfoy turned away and placed his bag on the desk in the corner before pulling out a bottle that contained emerald coloured ink and sitting down, yet he turned around when he heard the Gryffindor still moving about behind him.

"I thought you were leaving." He said, his annoyance rising rapidly.

"I am, but the door's locked itself for some reason," She shot back without turning around. Stepping back, she whispered "Alohamora," and tried the handle again, but to no avail. This time she turned around and met the icy blue eyes staring at her from the corner.

"Its locked, the door won't open. I can't get out"


Draco deadpanned for a moment, then his face contorted with a look of grim incredulity, "What are you on about?" He asked, his voice as level and cool as always, "Of course it opens; doors do not just lock off their own accord without any provocation, not even at Hogwarts." And he stood up from his seat and walked over to where Hermione was standing, pointing his wand at the door and unsuccessfully attempting Alohamora twice more before turning slowly to look at the Gryffindor opposite him.

For a second they just looked at each other as the full impact of their situation hit them.

They were locked in a room.

Over the entire Christmas holiday.

With their mortal enemy.

Draco looked away and, doing the only thing that, at the time, seemed appropriate, and swore softly.

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A/N ~ So basically, I have this entire story pretty much planned out, the main plot of it anyway. But I'm at a loss as to what to do in the next few chapters in order to get the story where I want it to be. Anyway, I need Reviews to survive! So go ahead press that little button, you know you want to all the other kids are doin it . . .  ;)