Disclaimer: All the characters && everything belong to JK Rowling. I heart her. She is the best. So yeah.

Setting: This is in seventh year. About a month into the year. Hermione & Draco are both Heads, but just can't seem to get along.

Author's Note: This story Does not comply with HBP. Next chapter is going to be really really really long. I already typed it. I just have to get some sleep, sleep on it, and correct it. So yeah.. I've been wanting to do a short story.. so yay!!!!!
Before Meeting:

After Hermione finished reviewing her essay for Professor McGonagall—for the umpteenth time—she got up and collected her materials. She was about to leave to the Heads' room, when someone called her name.

"Hey 'Mione!" Ginny called.

"Hey Gin! What's up?" Hermione replied.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to see if you wanted to go outside or something," Ginny offered.

"Sure," she replied. "Let's just not take too long cause I have a meeting with Dumbledore, and the detestable ferret at seven."

"Oh, well then," Ginny said, pointing at the clock, "you better get going. It's 10 till."

"Oh crap! Thanks," Hermione muttered, heading towards the door.

I wonder what he'll want now, she thought.

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"So, tomorrow practice, right?" Goyle asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow you idiot. Didn't you hear me announce it to the team?" Draco asked. Sometimes he really wondered why he bothered talking him. He was so ignorant!

"Yeah, just making sure," he replied.

Draco let out a heavy sigh.

They all walked into the locker and changed out of their Quidditch uniform.

"What time is it?" Draco asked him.

"It's quarter till," Goyle answered.

"Crap!" he yelled.

"What?" Goyle asked.

"I have to meet with the Headmaster at 7," Malfoy replied.

"Well, then, hurry up," he suggested.

"I know you dumb wit!" Draco snapped.

He hurried towards the door—half-dressed—throwing everything on as he ran out.

Sprinting towards Dumbledore's office, he realized he still had a few minutes to spare. He lessened his pace, and now simply walked.

"He better make this good," Draco muttered.

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The Meeting

The Headmaster waited patiently for his two Head students in his office. It was still a couple of minutes till seven.

As if on cue, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," Dumbledore called.

"Good evening, Professor," Hermione Granger greeted.

"Good evening, Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied. "You may take your seat."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said.

Exactly at 7 o'clock, there was a second knock on the door. "Come in," the Headmaster repeated.

"Hello, sir," Draco Malfoy called.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore replied. "I'm glad you could make it."

Draco took the seat Dumbledore motioned to. He and Hermione waited for what the headmaster had to say.

"Let's start, shall we?" he said. "Even though we had this discussion in the very beginning of the year, I feel as if though I have to repeat it once more. This will be your last chance. If you are called into my office, for this same reason a third time, you will both lose your positions as heads of Hogwarts."

Hermione sat there, listening. Her mind was screaming in frustration for her to say something, for her to try and object—but couldn't. She knew exactly what Dumbledore was talking about, so for once, she remained quiet.

On the other chair sat Malfoy. He too, was quiet. He was well aware of the reason that Dumbledore spoke of. However, he didn't care. Sure, I like being Head Boy, he thought. But living with her is just getting so annoying! It's been a month, and I am so freaking sick of this filthy Mudblood!

Dumbledore started again, with a smile playing on his lips, "I fairly recall asking you both, in the beginning of the year, to work together, and get along, now that you have become heads. However, it has been brought to my attention, that neither one of you are complying with this task. So, I will give you both a second chance. I have always been one for them, and I do believe that the two of you are capable of being mature enough to set your issues aside."

Nothing I haven't heard before, Draco kept thinking. I wonder what he thinks will go different this time.

Why is that smile on his lips flirting with us like that? Hermione pondered. He has something planned. I can see it... And I don't like it one bit.

"So, because one of your major issues is your house and what others think or say, I have decided you two will take a little trip," he continued, the smile now clearly visible.

Oh no, Hermione freaked. This cannot be good…

A little trip, eh? Malfoy thought.

"A-a t-trip?" Hermione managed to choke out.

"Yes, Miss Granger," Dumbledore clarified. "A one-week trip."

"A trip to where?" Draco asked.

"A trip to a place where nothing will matter, and nothing else will exist. A place where the only company you two will have, will be each other," Dumbledore said. "You two will have to spend a week in a part of the Forbidden Forest that no one knows exist."

"What?!" Draco yelled.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you could please not yell. We are indoors, after all," Dumbledore said. "As I was saying, this place is on school grounds, but in the Forbidden Forest. This is for two reasons. One, it is on school grounds so that nothing will happen to either of you. And two, if one of you is to get hurt, then there will be help nearby.

"However, just because it is in Hogwarts, it does not mean anything. You might as well be in South America somewhere. This place is secluded from everything—even the creatures in the forest, so you won't have to worry about them—and everyone. What this means is that none of you will have any connection with the outside world. Except for this…"

He showed both of the very surprised students a little whistle-like object.

"If anything where to happen, just blow on this, and help will arrive immediately. All precautions have been taken, and everything is ready to go. All you have to do now is go pack a few of your belongings. Remember, you will be outdoors. Tomorrow, you two will come to my office at exactly 8, and I will provide you with whatever else you may need. Then, I will take you both to this place, and be gone. After a week, I will return and bring you back. If the experience doesn't get you both to get along with one another, then Merlin have mercy," he said. "Now, are there any questions?"

Hermione was in shock, but managed to snap out of it, as soon as he said 'a week.' What the hell? "I have a question, Professor," she said.

"Yes?" Dumbledore questioned.

"You said a week. What about classes? And quizzes? And the homework? And our duties? And—" she asked, before getting cut off by Dumbledore.

"Well, the teachers have been informed that you will be gone for a week. Nobody knows where exactly, or for what, but they know you won't be here. Therefore, on my orders, they will excuse whatever you miss," he answered.

"Thank you, sir," Hermione said, trying—but failing—to hide her disappointment.

"And you, Mr. Malfoy?" he questioned the blond Slytherin.

"So none of those filthy creatures in the forest can harm us right?" he asked.

"Right."

"Or even get near us, right?" he inquired.

"Right."

"And no work for a week, correct?" he continued.

"Correct."

"Okay then, no questions," he concluded.

"Well then, see you both at 8," Dumbledore said.

The Heads were about to rise to their feet, when Dumbledore added in something, "One more thing…"

Hermione and Draco looked at him.

"You two are not allowed to tell anyone where you will go. If you must tell them, just say you will be gone for a week. So that no one will worry. However, you cannot tell them were you will be, with who, or anything related," Dumbledore said. "Is that understood?"

They both nodded.

"Okay then. Good night to you both. You may go now," he said.

As soon as Dumbledore dismissed them, both heads returned to their dorm room, without a clue as to what would await them. Stepping in through the portrait door, Hermione rushed into her room, and threw herself forcefully against her bead.

Why the hell would he do this? she asked herself. It's not my fault he won't cooperate. I been trying really hard.. Well not really.. But anyway.. WHAT THE HELL???? I cannot believe this is happening. I have to go on a freaking trip with this damn ferret.. Away from everything.. Oh my god!!!!

After seeing Hermione storm into her room, Draco followed suit. He went into his room, and started thinking about what was ahead of them.

Why in bloody hell would Dumbledore do such a thing?? Why is he forcing me to spend an entire week with no one but this Mudblood? he thought. Has he gone nuts? No matter how much protection he puts around that place, I'm probably going to kill the her.. If she doesn't kill me first.. What the hell is going on in this mad world?