I edited this a bit, but I can't make it that long.
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Hermione P.O.V
'Okay…Let's just think of the positives here' I thought while pacing the room 'whom am I kidding? I am trapped in a room with the Muggle-born hater: DRACO MALFOY'.
"Could you stop pacing, it's giving me a headache," Malfoy said while rubbing his temples "And instead of doing that how about thinking of a plan on how to get out of here." he continued.
"You may not notice but this room was made so magic couldn't be used here." I said. I was thinking who the culprit that locked us in here was.
Outside the door I could vaguely hear the words: Ron, idea, locked, kill, other, drunk, and butterbeer.
As always Ron was the culprit. I gotten tired of standing and sat on the floor in a cross-sitting position. And I was thinking a plan on how to get back on Ron for this.
"So what do you suppose we do?" I asked.
"We could get to know each other." he answered
Silence
More Silence
The silence was so much I couldn't describe it
"What?" I asked confused.
"We don't have anything better to do." Malfoy answered.
"Since you suggested it you go first." I said. I don't know why I agreed doing this. Maybe it has something to do with being locked in a room for an hour with Draco.
"Fine, whatever. You already know my name, no use in telling it again. My dislikes are Potty, Weasel, and most mudbloods." he said.
"MOST mudbloods?" I said, disgusted how I used that word.
He smirked. "Oh little Granger's curiosity has gotten the better of her."
I growled. "Shut up, Malfoy."
Was it me, or did he look at bit hurt when I said that. I tried ignoring him for a while. But I couldn't help it.
"So who is this Muggle-born that you like?" Okay, I admit it. My sense of curiosity has gotten the better of me.
"For being the brightest witch of our age, you sure are a bit dense."
"What do you mean?"
"So DENSE~!" he sang.
"Just TELL ME!" I covered my mouth. Now my curiosity has gotten the better of me.
"You gotta guess who it is Granger." he smirked.
I growled, thinking of other muggle-borns I know. Most of them were male, so I obviously said
"You're gay?"
He was taken back "I am NOT gay, for your information!"
"Then who do you like!"
"Oh, for Merlin's beard. It's you Granger! Y-O-U!"
"W-what?"
"I admit it, I have fallen into Hermione Granger's beauty and wits! Don't care if you're a mudblood or not."
"What about your parents?"
"They'll never find out I did this."
Then he did something unpredictable, he kissed me. It felt as if my whole being was on fire. Before I knew it, I started kissing back.
I was so engrossed in the kiss I didn't notice the door open. The next thing I know I heard a scream. It resembled one of a monkey bungee-jumping.
THUD
We stopped kissing and saw that Ron was unconscious on the floor. Prof. McGonagall, Prof. Snape, and Harry had their eyes as wide as saucers. "It's best that we never speak of this moment again." Prof. McGonagall said
"Agreed." we all said in unison.
And poor Ron was dragged off to the infirmary by Prof. Snape.
Date Submitted: August 16, 2011
Date edited: March 19, 2012