Author's Note: Thank you for those two reviews and the 3 follows! :D haha you inspired me to make the next chapter 3

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Hermione made an effort to start a small conversation with Draco like 'Do you think we'll be in here 'til morning?' and 'I must say, being a head girl has its privileges when it comes to wandering off at night and getting caught, unlike you...' and a few more but Draco seemed to be uninterested to talk so she just bailed her attention full on her surroundings.

There's a small window a few inches above their head just across the room- which wasn't too far away- but no light was coming in. Hermione tried to find the opening but it didn't have any. She chanced a look outside to see that the sky was very dark, you would think the window was covered with black cloth. What gave it away were the few stars that blinked up the dark sky. Hermione gave up trying. She sat down on the floor next to the almost unnoticed window and closed her eyes. And Draco. Well he is getting more anxious by the minute. He was now pacing the small room near the door.

Oh no. He thought. This is very unfortunate. He started fiddling with his hands and clothes. They've been in there for like 3 hours.

I've got things to do! His heart rate started to quicken. Get a grip Draco! You're acting like a 5-year-old locked in a closet!

He stopped pacing and tried to even his breathing. But if this lasts more than 3 days- No! It can't! This is just some sick joke by some sick bastard. I'll get out of here in no time. He wiped the sweat that rolled down his forehead with the back of his hand.

But what if it did? What if I get stuck here for more than a few days? He groaned loudly and started pacing again. Just the thought of failing his task is unbearable. He doesn't have all the time in the world for goodness sake!

Draco suddenly started to feel closed in by the small room, claustrophobic, upset by the fact that he couldn't see anything. His breathing came out faster and heavier. That got Hermione's attention.

"Is that really necessary?" She sighed heavily.

"Bugger off, Granger." He was able to croak out but his voice broke with weakness.

Hermione drew her eyebrows together. He sounded pained. She stood up and went closer to Malfoy. "Malfoy, are you alright?" The sound of his frantic footsteps echoed loudly. "Malfoy- stop that!" She stepped a bit closer, trying to sense where he was and when she got a hold of his arm she held it tightly. "What is-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He shoved her with more force than necessary. Hermione stumbled backward too quickly and hit her head hard against the wall. She collapsed to the floor as she felt pressure building up at the back of her head.

Draco stood there unmoving. He felt light-headed. He didn't know what happened. "Granger?" He stepped forward slowly, afraid that he might step on her. "Granger,"

He knelt and reached for her. It really is hard to be blind. Finally he found her head but shock shook him when he felt something wet building up behind her. He lifted her up carefully, and let her head lay on his lap. Hermione groaned in anguish.

"M-Malfoy, it hurts."

"Shh. I'm sorry. I d-din't mean to. Just stay awake, alright?" He fumbled for his robe and ripped a cloth to cover up the wound. "Crap." He didn't know first aid, especially when wands don't come in handy. The blood was starting to get all over his clothes. He placed the thorn cloth at the wound and pressed lightly.

"No- don't. It hurts so-" She cried out.

"It'll stop the bleeding." At least he was sure of that. He heard it from someone. He just wasn't sure when or who he heard it from.

"I'm sleepy." Hermione whispered.

"No. Don't sleep." If he let her sleep, he's afraid she wouldn't wake up anymore. If ever they find them in there, they'll hold him responsible for her death since it's only the two of them. He has to keep her talking. "Granger...umm...tell me why you were crying."

Hermione sighed and buried her head against his stomach. "Now?"

Color drained from his face as he felt her breathing through his thin clothing. Well, that's awkward. He shifted so her face wouldn't be too close. "Yes. Tell me," he cleared his throat "now."

"I'm tired." she said. Her eyes was starting to shut close.

"Granger, you have to keep talking." Draco took her face in his hands and shook it lightly.

Hermione brought her hands up to touch his hands and pull them away but she was much weaker. "Malfoy, just let me sleep." The pain was too pronounced but her consciousness was slipping away slowly.

"You're so stubborn. You see, I'm trying to save your life. The least you can do is listen and cooperate." He shook her head lightly again.

"...You started...it," she mumbled.

She was slipping away quickly. He has to do something...now. And he did what he first thought would work. He kissed her.

Hermione's senses came alive. At first he kept it gentle. He kissed her while she stayed frozen in his grasp. She didn't know how it happened but the next thing she knew she was responding eagerly. That shocked them both but Draco, feeling encouraged, pressed harder and licked between the small parting of her lips and sweeping his tongue across hers. Draco pulled her closer this time. He seemed to have forgotten the whole purpose of it.

He tugged her closer and sucked on her bottom lip. Hermione let out a sigh and interlaced her fingers behind Draco's neck. The taste of strawberries and mint were everywhere in his mouth, it was nearly addicting. It was getting out of hand. Hermione knew where this would lead them and was the one who broke the kiss. They remained close, labored breaths dancing across their skin.

"Well, you seem to be fine now. Go to sleep." Draco stated breathlessly. He slowly untangled himself away from Hermione and stood up. Draco sat on the floor next to the door and buried his face in his arms while Granger sat there feeling abused, weak and embarrassed from her reaction. Her cheeks were burning and her head was wringing badly but it doesn't seem to be bleeding anymore.

Finally she snapped out of her trance and moved to lean against the wall next to the window and tried to find sleep.

They were both unsuccessful for the next hour.