Hello there, I'm starting another Dramione story, but this one will hopefully be only like 5 to 6 chapters, and the chapters will be longer than this one. I finished the first chapter so I thought why not post it when I was updating my other ones. Since I don't get to get online much, sadly….

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter…blah blah blahbitty blah….

The day was glacial as Hermione plodded through the fluffy mounds of snow that were steadily accumulating on her way to meet Harry and Ron. She was making her way to the vacation cabin the three of them had bought together so that they could spend time relaxing and escape from the pressures of being the Golden Trio that defeated Voldemort. As she trudged onward, she tried to remember what cabin they were, was it 2 or 5? She couldn't quite remember, probably due to the frigid temperatures and the fact she was trying to stay warm. As she passed cabin 2, she saw smoke rising from the chimney and figured this must be the right one, after all who else in their right mind would come out to this frozen wilderness in the middle of winter. Hobbling up the stairs she turned the knob and let herself in. As she stepped through the doorway, she noticed that her best friends must have changed the décor since last time she had been here, it looked nice but there was too much green for her taste. Having all but frozen on her walk here, she walked to the fireplace and removed her jacket, draping it over the back of a deep green wing chair. Settling in front of the huge, roaring fire, Hermione sighed and stretched before lying down and taking a nap, she could greet her friends later.

Draco awoke from his little doze feeling rested and refreshed, which was exactly what he needed with all this blasted snow around. He was very much like the snakes that his school house had been named for, because cold temperatures always made him long to curl up under something warm and sleep. Stretching and running a hand through his hair, he decided that a shower could wait and went to check on the fire. He was walking to the fireplace when all of a sudden he was on the floor, staring up at the rafters. It took him a few minutes to realize what he had tripped over was wiggling and he quickly rolled over and grabbed the closest thing to him, the fireplace poker.

"Gosh Ron, can't you watch where you're going," the wiggling lump asked, its hair in its face, as it pushed its self up and brushed itself off.

"Bloody hell!"

"You're not Ron…" the two of them spoke at once, both shocked about who was staring back at them.

"What the hell are you doing here Granger? This is my cabin and last time I checked it was trespassing if you weren't invited, and you sure as hell weren't invited," Draco cursed, running a hand through his hair again.

"I'm so sorry," she replied, sarcastically, "But I had no idea this was your cabin, though I should have guessed, what with all the green."

"Well since we both agree that you shouldn't be here, why don't you leave?" Draco asked, grabbing her coat and pushing her towards the door.

"I can't, it's almost night time and it's below freezing and I have no idea where I'm going, I'll freeze to death," Hermione argued.

Draco finished pushing her through the doorway, and shoved her coat and scarf into her arms, "Well then I guess you better get a move on it, if you walk fast enough you'll generate enough heat to survive," and with that shut the door in her face, quite hard.

"Bloody prat," she mumbled as she pulled out her wand and unlocked the door and entered the warm cabin again, making sure to lock it again.

Hearing the noise, Draco looked up from his reading and sighed, "Didn't I already get rid of you once?"

"Yep, but I'm like a bad penny, I keep showing up," Hermione said cheerfully, happy to be warm again.

"Like a what?"

"Nevermind, it's a Muggle saying, which is something you'd never understand," she replied as she took of her jacket and sat in front of the fireplace once again.

Draco frowned at her, before saying, "What do you think your doing?"

"Well what does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting comfortable, so I can wait the night out and then I'll be on my way," Hermione said, as if it was obvious.

"Over my dead body," Draco grunted.

Hermione smiled a fake, sweet smile, and replied, "That can be arranged, especially if my friends find out you shoved me in the cold to freeze to death."

Draco paled slightly, knowing that Potter and the Weasel would indeed track him down, "Fine, you can stay, but you're sleeping on the floor."

"No problem, I'll probably be warmer than you anyway," she replied, yawning, before she shoved her bundled up coat under her head and lay down in front of the blazing fire.

"Whatever…" Draco retorted and stormed off into his room, only to toss and turn in his sleep, trying to get warm. But as cold as he got he refused to go back out to the living room, so he stayed where he was until he finally fell into a fitful sleep. As he slept, dreams kept running through his head, which were disturbing, as he rarely dreamt. In his dream, he was running through frozen woods, the trees looking skeletal in the twilight. He had a pressing sense of anxiety as his dream self searched the woods for something. Then the anxiety turned to hopelessness as his dream self seemed to find what he was looking for. He saw a pale face peeking out from a mound of snow, it was a still face, and Draco realized the person under the snow was dead. He drew back as he realized that it was Granger's face staring blankly up at him. Having been shocked out of his dream, Draco shot up in bed, panting. Pushing off the covers he padded to the kitchen, having decided he need some liquid peace if he was going to go back to sleep anytime soon. As he poured himself some fire whiskey, he glanced towards the fireplace and shuddered before gulping the drink. Coughing a bit, Draco took himself back to his room, and hoped he'd have a more peaceful sleep.

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