It wasn't everyday that I had the day free of homework. I didn't know what to do. The safest thing was not to find Harry and Ron. But I did. How smart can I be if I go and find those two idiots. It was Christmas Holiday time. Nearly every student in Hogwarts was getting ready to leave.
At last I found Harry and Ron in the Great Hall playing wizards chess like they had our first year here. Yet again they didn't look up.
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"Hem." she coughed.
"Morning Hermione." they muttered together.
"Morning Ron. Morning Harry."
"Rook to H-3." Rons Rook slid across the board and smashed Harry's Knight into tiny pieces that came together in the box it was stored in. "Aren't you going home for Christmas?" Ron asked as Harry thought about his next move.
"Nah. MY parents have to take care of my Grandma. She got sick."
"Bishop to H-3." Harry cut in. Ron glared at Harry's Bishop.
"Sorry to hear that." Ron muttered.
"You two had better be going." Hermione advised after watching them play for another ten minutes.
"We have a few minutes." Harry said. "Did either of you hear that Dumbledore is going away for Christmas leaving poor Professor Flitwick to watch Hogwarts." Ron gave Harry a high five.
"Oh. But you two won't be here." they sighed.
"But,..." Hermione shook her head. "Fine." Ron grabbed a plump chocolate cake and stuffed another in his mouth. Hermione shook her head before bidding them farewell.
I would have stopped them when I saw Malfoy still sitting at the Slytherin table with several of the harlots swooning over him but it was easier to ignore him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to pass up the opportunity to see Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. Ginny wanted me to go but I wasn't up to barging in on them when they already had Harry.
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Hermione dawdled her way mindlessly down the corridor towards Madam Pince's library to spend some time looking for a new book.
Only two other students were in the library enjoying the education a good book could give a person. Madam Pince was staring intently in one specific direction. The Restricted Section was in her direct line of vision.
"Miss Granger." Madam Pince greeted her kindly. "How are you?" she clasped her hands on the desk.
"I'm great."
"Well come to enjoy more books?" Hermione nodded her headed on her way. In a section she'd yet to read she made herself as cozy as she could get after finding a book she's yet to read and lost herself in it's knowledge. Immersed inside the book Hermione didn't notice a certain person sit in front of her with their own book. When the familiar flash of a camera caught her eye Hermione looked up. Colin Creevey was standing a ways off staring at her in utter shock. She glanced at the person hidden behind a book. Assuming it was no one she checked her clothes for any mishaps. When she looked up again Colin was staring at the person hidden behind the book, Carefully she closed her book and laid it quietly on the table before standing up.
That's when she saw. The boy sitting infront of her. She didn't need to ask Colin what was so shocking. It was very visible. Colin began to slowly head towards the exit.
The boy looked up and took in Hermiones facial features, and the shock. With a familiar smirk he went back to his book.
"Creevey!" Malfoy yelled. Hermione looked up. Colin was fearful. "Come here." slowly Colin made his way beside Malfoy.
"Y-yes M-Malfoy." he stuttered in fear.
"Did you take a picture of my and the muddblood?" his voice was icy, yet smooth and clear.
"Y-Y-Yes Sir."
"Creevey."
"No." he piped in fear. Hermione glared at Malfoy.
"Now run along." Colin wasted no time in running. Hermione grabbed her book angrily and began leaving. "Oh, but Granger I was so comfortable."
"Shove off Ferret Arse."
"Talking about my arse. Tsk tsk tsk. What will your little friends think of you now. Checking my arse out." he was smug.
"For your information Malfoy,..." she spat with animosity. "I would rather star at a Threstals dick then your arse, which everyone in Hogwarts has to, being you have two of them." she tried to leave but Malfoy stood up.
"You'd be wise to watch your tongue Granger." he hissed scathingly.
"Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pince interrupted. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes." Hermione looked at him. "Where is the sequel to Hidden Rooms and Their Secrets?" Madam Pince smiled and directed him towards another section as Hermione waited patiently at the front desk for Madam Pince.
"When she returned she brought Malfoy along. She tended to her then him. His book wasn't in.
Hermione headed for the Room of Requirements - a room made for a queen.
"A huge double king bed with black bedding, a small leather chair, and a coffee table made of dark wood. The lighting was darkened by red and black veils over the lamps. Candy dishes decorated the coffee table.
Uncaring she made herself comfortable on the chair and began reading her book.
After two hours Hermione hadn't realized the color of the lighting dim, nor more candy be added to her favorite dishes. The door opened, slamming against the wall violently. Hermiones watched Crabbe and Goyle shove an object into the room. Once the door closed it disappeared. It wasn't supposed to disappear.
The object on the floor moved. Ignoring the door momentarily she watched it roll over. It was Malfoy. He was unconscious. Hermione paid him little attention as she tried to figure out how to open the door. After an hour she gave up and decided to check and make sure Malfoy was alive. He was rousing.
Malfoy sat up and looked around the room. Hermione was trying spell after spell on the wall. He thought she was nuts. They didn't seem to be doing the trick.
"Give it a rest. Nothing will work." he remembered something he'd read in a book earlier.
"Oh. So now you're a genius."
"No but it only appears for the person on the other side." he stated as he leaned back in the leather chair.
After several more minutes of studying the wall where the door should ave been Hermione sat down on the bed. She racked her mind for ideas. Nothing.
I sat there unmoving for along while as Malfoys grey eyes scanned the room. I didn't like him being in my secret room. I didn't know how he was able to be in my room. I didn't think it worked like that. I felt clumped and cluttered. It was my secret room. Only he was here too, which wasn't normal. Silence wasn't my favorite thing but neither was the option of talking to Malfoy. Slowly ten minutes passed, then fifteen. Before I knew it we'd been sitting her for an hour. When I looked up Malfoy was asleep, at least I thought he was. My eyes wandered over to the candy on the table in front of him I carefully made my was to the table, grabbed the bowl of runts and my book. I half expected him to jump up and scare the shit out of my as I went back to the bed.
When I finished the book Malfoy was eyeing me and the bed. Curiosity was a characteristic of mine that I hated.
"What are you looking at Ferret arse?" she asked sitting up.
"You on the bed." he stated uncaring. "That a problem?" his arrogance was hard to ignore sometimes.
"Yeah. Stop." hermiones turned a page in her book.
"Why?" he smirked. "Does it make you nervous?" oh how she would love to slap him.
"No. Makes me feel disgusting. I'm dirty now." Hermione spat knowing what that could mean to her.
"You were dirty already." he didn't call her a name or glare. "Just thinking about going to bed. I'm tired. It's late and they won't come for me until morning." he wasn't in the mood to argue she guessed.
"Well." she looked at the bed. "If you ask nicely I'll get off." he laughed making her feel self conscious and aware again.
"Now why would I ask you. I'll just lay down and go to sleep if I want to." she scowled at him before setting her book down next to her candy. She was thankful for her pants. "Oh the joys of being my fathers son." he muttered none to happily. "Go to sleep Granger." he leaned back in the leather chair. He looked uneasy about something.
"How did they get in here?" Hermione asked herself. "They would've needed my phrase to get in here. And I didn't say it. No one was near me."
"Because they bought Extendable ears modified to use for thoughts." Malfoy stated loud enough to bring Hermione to the present.
"How would you know?" Hermione asked snottily.
"Because I modified them myself. I was gonna lock Weasley in here but they thought it better to throw me in here. Didn't know you were in here." he rattled off unconsciously as he leaned forward and grabbed the bowl of gummy bears. "Muggle candy." he stated. His facial features lead her to believe he liked it. It was a great shock to her.
"Why would they want to throw you in here anyway?" she asked out loud before she could catch herself. Shaking her head she began feeling bored.
"Cause I sold them out and ran away from home." he looked up smugly. She shook her head.
"Now why would you want to run away? Daddy too kind and give you everything you want?" his anger flared.
With tinted cheeks and an edge in his voice, he spoke, "My dad is none of your business and neither are the reasons as to why I ran away. So mind your own bloody business." he took a low shallow breath.
"Don't say anything if your not willing to answer the questions." she tossed back as she tossed a banana runt into her mouth triumphantly.
"Don't ask questions. I have a tendency to answer." he spat scathingly.
"Oh. Poor Malfoy can't hold his tongue." she mocked.
"Shut up. You don't know how quiet I have to be." he grabbed the pillow near him and covered his head. Hermione, at first thought he was going to scream, but he remained quiet.
For some odd reason Hermione felt guilty. She almost apologized but reminded herself it was Malfoy.
The pillow fell to his lap. He didn't look too well. His cheeks were still pink. He did look tired. It was her bed, her room.
Malfoy climbed out of the chair and strutted towards the bed. Hermione tried to seem at ease but couldn't stop her breathing for speeding up. When he was near the foot f the bed Hermione spoke out of slight fear.
"What?" she stuttered. He smirked.
"I told you a minute ago. I'm tired." she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. She scrambled off the bed and stood near the side of the chair. "Oh calm down. You get the bed." Malfoy grabbed the small sheet underneath the quilt barely disturbing it when he yanked the sheet out. Hermione watched as he made himself comfortable in the leather chair.
Okay, now, as I'm a girl I didn't want to share the bed with any boy. Least of all Malfoy. My gut told me to let him have the bed, but I wanted it, not that I wanted to stay the night in the Room of Requirements, even less since Malfoy was going to be here. I took the liberty of returning the runt bowl to the table.
'How did he know about the door?' Hermione asked herself. It bugged her for a long while after Malfoy had fallen asleep. She sat cross legged on the bed re-reading the book she had borrowed from the library.
I was so relieved when morning came. Malfoy awoke earlier than I had expected. He looked at me with a grin so smug I wasn't sure if it was him. He stood up and stretched a bit.
"Not gonna sleep?" she shook her head no. "Why not? It's only three." she was shocked. Having thought it was later she fell back.
"It's not that early is it?" her voice was quiet with drowsiness.
"Yeah. I've been sleeping for about three hours."
"Go back to sleep." she stated uncaring.
"Your one to talk. You didn't even try. And you had the bed." she shrugged before grabbing her book and opening it. Malfoy took the pillow beside her and laid it on the foot of the bed laying down himself. Hermione wasn't as nervous as she thought she'd be He stared at her with a smirk. "Oh. Granger." he cooed. Hermiones head snapped up in shock and fear. Malfoy broke out in a fit of laughter. Hermione found herself wanting to go towards his melodic laughter.
"Ugly bastard." oh yes she knew of his mother Veela. He was using Veela against her. She refused to fall for it.
Malfoy looked at her with pure hatred. He climbed off the bed and sat angrily in to the leather chair, his knees far apart. With a smirk upon her face Hermione read the rest of the book as the night flew by.
I was gratefully relieved when whoever it was that shoved Malfoy in her came back. I rushed out the door and straight to the Heads room. It was accompanied by Ginny and Blaise. He was the Head Boy. They had been together since last year when their parents had both been killed. They slept together but I didn't really care. I hurried and took a shower. Ginny questioned me about where I'd been. Told her I'd been in my room. She knew what I meant. I sat by myself in the nearly deserted Great Hall. Malfoy sat by himself. It was an unusual thing. I didn't remember Harry or Ron mentioning anything about him staying over Christmas. I figured he had a change in plans. The day passed uneventfully.
The library was empty when I delivered my book. Madam Pince was busy putting books away. I placed my book with the others and waved her a good-bye and headed off towards my Heads room. The corridors were empty, the paintings quiet. When I got to my room I found Malfoy asleep on the sofa, Blaise and Ginny not to far from him looking sad. Dumbledore walked in with Madam Pompfrey.
"What?" Hermione asked calmly. They both shook their heads.
"He's,... I don't know." Ginny began. "He's just laying there." she could almost describe him as sleeping but he was no beauty. "We don't even know how he got in here." Malfoy didn't move. He was rushed St. Mungo's two days later when he didn't even stir.
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