Somewhere Only We Know
Disclaimer: (Sobbing) I don't own the characters or places in the Harry potter universe. (Now hysterical) I wish I did! I wanna be J.K.Rowling! It's not fair!
Summary: Mainly DM/HG with a splash of HP/GW and a dribble of RW/OC
Everyone has somewhere where they feel safest. Their own nook of space and privacy. What happens when someone unexpected steals it? Draco Malfoy has stolen Hermione grangers table and she's not going to give it up without a fight. However when you get used to having someone around it's so very hard to let them go…….
A/N: Hey everyone! Okay this is my second attempt at a fanfic woooooo! I'm excited! My first one went okay but was a lil cliché so I've got an original plot this time and it's based on a true life story which id uber cool! So ENJOY!Thanks to my reviewers: luvDramione and lilmissgullible – you guys ROCK!Hope this chapter lives up to expectations – is Draco mean enough? Plz review! Cheers!
Somewhere Only We Know
Chapter 2: A meeting with Malfoy
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
"Oh just get on with it Ronald!" Hermione's voice rang shrilly across the common room.Ron Weasley glared furiously at his best friend as he crumpled up his fifth attempt at writing his potions essay.
"Well if you would help me then maybe it would be finished by now" he challenged
Hermione sighed, "I'm not going to be able to bail you out forever Ron, deal with it"
And with a final glare at the red head she swept her books into her bag and headed through the portrait hole.
"I'm going to the library, see you at dinner"
How dare Ron! Hermione fumed to herself. Sometimes it seemed like all Harry and Ron wanted her for was a homework clinic. Well she wasn't having it anymore; they were going to have to stand on their own two feet if they were going to get a pass grade on their forthcoming exams.
Or on Snape's potions project………..
Dammit!
Hermione picked up her pace. She had forgotten all about that stupid project, which was highly unusual for her. She was always so good with getting homework done.
She had almost reached a running pace by this time but slowed down as madam Pince shot a reproving glare her way.
She walked her usual path towards her corner of the library, checking her bag to see if she had all of her books.
"What the hell - ?" Hermione stopped abruptly as she rounded the corner of a towering bookshelf full of dusty volumes.
Her desk was the same as it had always been, except for a very innocent looking notebook, which lay casually open on the edge of the table.
Slowly she edged closer to the notebook and flipped it over to read the name of the front cover.
Written in elaborately curled emerald letters, was the name;
Draco Malfoy
"Granger I wish you'd keep your dirty little mudblood hands off my belongings"
Hermione felt a shiver go up her spine as the unmistakable drawl of Draco Malfoy echoed in her ears.
She spun round quickly and came face to face with the sturdy six foot frame of her nemesis.
"Ferret face, why are your belongings on my desk?" Hermione refused to get angry. The term he addressed her by, although still hurtful, was the norm and she wouldn't let it get to her.
"Your desk?" inquired Malfoy, his trade mark smirk forming on his features.
"I wasn't aware you owned this particular desk. My mistake. Ill move immediately"
Hermione surprised was obvious as she gaped at him
"Really?" she asked in astonishment
"Don't be ridiculous" Malfoy mocked as he pushed past her and slumped with more elegance then Hermione had ever possessed in her life, into a chair.
Hermione watched as he unloaded his quills and parchment and began to copy notes from the heavy text he had brought with him into the not – so – innocent – anymore notebook.
Hermione felt the anger inside her begin to rise and she slammed her books onto the table, sending Malfoy's inkwell flying.
"Listen here Malfoy" she spat "I have been using this table in this library for the past 6 years and I'm not about to stop now"
And with that she dragged a chair across to the desk and plonked her self down opposite the blonde boy.
He stared at curiously
"I'm sorry but what the hell do you think your doing?" he asked incredulously
"Well if you wont move, well share" she answered a look of pure innocence on her pretty features. Draco however noticed the challenging look in her eyes.
"Malfoy's don't share" he stated through gritted teeth, silver grey eyes narrowing
Hermione smirked at him, "don't? Or wont?" she challenged him, "it's about time you learnt that being related to pureblood scum doesn't get you everything"
"Is that so granger" Malfoy raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at her, "ill remember that when I go home to my manor house, in my extremely expensive robes carrying my one of a kind broomstick" he mocked smugly
"Surely that should be: when you go home alone" Hermione corrected him angrily.
"It's not like you have any friends to stay with or anything"
Malfoy stiffened suddenly and Hermione bit her lip, feeling for the first time she'd gone to far. I mean they were out of sight here and Malfoy's wand was just resting beside his hand. He could do anything.
However what he did disarmed her more then any spell could have done.
"You know your so amusing when you're angry, mudblood" he smiled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head in a casual pose.
He took in the sight of her wild attempts to think up a retort, before lazily reaching for his quill and beginning his essay.
"Now if you don't mind I have a potions essay to do"
Hermione cursed in frustration, "you're insufferable!" she yelled, before grabbing her books and stalking out of the library.
