When Hermione awoke, she felt stiff and very drowsy. She stood reluctantly, however, and went to the loo. She used the toilet, then washed her hands and face and took a drink from the tap. She looked at herself in the mirror, still unbelievably groggy, and suddenly remembered that she was still trapped in the room with Malfoy. She groaned.

In her incoherent state, Hermione decided to wake him up. She walked sleepily toward him, but tripped a foot away and landed on him instead. He received her with a groan and opened his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw Hermione Granger on him.

"Well, this is a surprise."

"I'm too knackered to even think," she groaned, and dropped her head on his chest. Draco just slung an arm around her waist, caressing her side lightly with his fingertips. He sighed.

"We're pissed with sleep."

Hermione giggled, her eyes closed. "Said ever so well," she slurred.

The two lay like that for awhile, till Hermione finally stirred with a sigh. "I'm feeling peckish," she complained, sitting up. Draco's arm dropped to the floor.

He sat up as well and reached into his coat pockets, pulling out the rest of the food he had stored. He put between them two small boxes of chocolate frogs, a sealed container of pudding and another of bottle of butterbeer, four pumpkin pasties, a box of tea, a bottle of water, more chocolate frogs, a small square of fudge, and two small muffins.

Hermione gaped. "They had all that in the cooler, and you were able to fit all these into your pockets?"

Malfoy just smirked. "Of course. I didn't just Accio them out of thin air."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took a blueberry muffin and ate it slowly. It wouldn't fill her ravenous stomach, but they had to savor their rations. "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked as he leant against the wall, facing her.

"No. Not as hungry as you seem to be, although we should probably eat the pudding before it goes bad."

"Put it at the window. It should be cold enough."

Draco obeyed and opened the window, letting in a gust of chilly air. Hermione shivered involuntarily. "You're lucky you have your coat," she said glumly, and he smirked at her.

"I'm always prepared."

At that, Hermione giggled. "Not always."

"That was only once," he scowled.

It was at the Ministry, before they had decided on a truce. Malfoy had just played a trick on her, turning her hair an incandescent green, but had left his wand in her office and could do nothing when Hermione had fed him a Canary Cream.

Hermione laughed at the memory. "Yes, but I could play it over and over again in my head and laugh every time."

"You prude. Laughing at the only trick you've ever played in your life."

"Shut it," she bit back with a glare.

Malfoy just ignored her and brought back the pudding. "It's not going to work. We'll just have to eat it now."

"How do you suggest we do so? With our mouths?"

Malfoy smiled wickedly. "Why not?"

She scoffed. "You're barking."

He opened the lid, revealing rich chocolate pudding, and Hermione sighed. She took the container away from him and dipped her two fingers into it, then began licking the pudding off. In the middle of licking a finger clean, she caught Malfoy staring at her lips with an odd expression on his face. She slowly formed a rude finger gesture at her mouth, and his eyes snapped up to hers.

"You're barking," he told her with a smirk, and just dipped his own finger in and ate as well.

It took them a long time to finish it, eating with their fingers and all, but they succeeded in finishing it, and Hermione threw the empty container across the room. Malfoy regarded her curious action with a smirk.

"Angry at the container, are you?"

"Yes," she answered sarcastically and looked longingly at the front door. "You don't happen to know any wandless magic?"

"No. None to help us out of this predicament anyway."

Hermione sighed. There was nothing to do in the room, so she lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling. She heard a rustle of clothing as Draco stood and went to the window. The morning light shined in, and Hermione sighed.

"What time is it?"

"About seven thirty."

She sighed again and closed her eyes, wishing to doze off again and to waste more time. There was nothing they could do but wait.

Another day had passed. Hermione and Draco had argued relentlessly the day before from being bored for so long. They had fallen asleep with the help of those scones, and had woken up the next morning, sleepy again, but not as cosy as they had been the previous morning.

Hermione was now sitting in the middle of the ragged Axminster rug, or, rather, what was left of it, staring aimlessly at the wall with Malfoy at the window again, and she sighed.

"Malfoy, I'm so bored!" she complained.

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?"

"You don't happen to have any cards with you or something?"

"I don't think so." He searched his pockets and came up empty.

"You're useless!" she yelled, and he glared at her.

"Yeah? At least I got food! What do you have in your pockets, hmm?"

Hermione checked and came up empty, with only a scrap of parchment and a piece of fluff from a quill. She blushed as Malfoy smirked.

"Trying to take work with you now?"

"Oh, shut it!" she snapped and stood and walked to the door and looked out the peephole. It looked perfectly normal outside, and she beamed. "Malfoy, I think it's all right outside now!"

She opened the door before she heard Malfoy yell at her, and suddenly she was being sucked outside by an unseen force that ripped at her clothes and hair, attempting to drag her out into the hall. Malfoy was there before she could even scream, and he pulled her away and slammed the door shut just as she had done just two days before. It seemed like so long ago, now.

Hermione clung to him, shaking with fear and the exhilaration of very nearly escaping death. Draco helped her back into the middle of the room where she finally dropped down to her bottom, still trembling, and eyes wide. He looked her in the eye, searching.

"You all right?" he asked seriously, and she nodded. "Don't ever do that again."

She just nodded slowly, and he continued looking at her, searching her honey orbs, till he suddenly put his hand on top of her head and kissed her forehead before getting up to use the loo. Hermione was shocked by his gesture. What was that for?

Another hour passed, neither really thinking of anything in particular. Finally, Hermione was so bored she groaned loudly, getting Draco's attention.

"Do you know any hand-games?" she asked, desperate to alleviate her boredom somehow.

He just scoffed. "I'm twenty-five years old. Why would I know any?"

"Really? You're twenty-five? I'm older than you. Hmm, not very shocking."

"Well, I'm shocked."

"I turned twenty-six just two months ago."

"September? You're nine months older than me! How strange."

They were quiet again till Hermione sighed once again. "Do you know any hand-games at all?"

"No, Granger! I wouldn't know any hand-games."

"I'm just asking! Do you have any better ideas in that vacuous head of yours?"

"Let's play twenty questions," he replied, ignoring her blatant insult, "and don't lie. I swear I won't if you won't."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but since she had no better idea, she complied.

"Fine. You go first, then."

"All right. What's your favourite colour?"

"Red. How about yours?"

"Ha, ha, typical Granger. Mine's green."

"Ha, ha, typical Malfoy," she said mockingly. "What's your favourite band?"

"My favourite band is the Weird Sisters."

"Really? Ha, ha! That's funny…"

"What's yours?"

Hermione was silent for a moment. "The Weird Sisters," she finally replied. "But it's strange for a bloke to like them!" she quickly added when she saw him smirk widen. That diminished his smirk just a bit.

"Okay. Um, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Currently, no. Do you?"

"I'm straight, you twat."

"I meant a boyfriend, you dolt."

"Hmph. No, I don't. What's your favourite drink?"

"Coffee."

"Me too! Wow, something we have in common."

"I wouldn't think that to be the first."

"Oh, shut it. Your turn."

"Who was the first bloke you ever kissed and when?"

At this, Hermione blushed. "You asked two questions."

"Fine, you can ask two on your turn," he answered with a smirk. "Now answer."

"First kiss was with Ron, in sixth year. Same question for you." Hermione put her cold hands to her cheeks to hide her embarrassment.

"Aw, Granger's blushing! Ha, ha! Well, mine was with Pansy, in third year. Oh, shut it!"

Hermione had keeled over with laughter. "Pansy Parkinson? Oh, lord!"

"Shut it! We were good friends before, and we still are. And it was only a teenage fling, okay? Merlin," he muttered. Hermione wiped tears out of her eyes and sat back on her bottom, still grinning madly.

"All right, your turn."

"How many blokes have you ever kissed, and who?"

That succeeded in making Hermione blush again, and Draco smirked.

"Why are you so interested in my love life?"

"I just am. Come on, now. Who were the lucky, or unlucky, blokes?"

Hermione glared at him and slapped his arm. "Ooh, you! Well, I've kissed Ron, Viktor Krum, Cormac McLaggen, Harry—"

"Whoa! Both Weasley and Potter? You got around, girl!"

"Shut it! I'm not done!" she said, but blushed again. "Anyway, this one wizard named Jacob Smith, um, and Ernie Macmillan."

"Was Jacob a muggle-born?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

"Yes, I do. Well, how many of them were your boyfriends?"

"Hey, it's my turn!"

"Okay, you can ask two again."

"No! I'm going on my turn. How many girlfriends have you had?"

"I don't even know. Like, fourteen? I don't know."

"Wow."

"How many of those blokes were your boyfriends?"

"Stop asking such personal questions!"

"Answer!"

"Why are you so interested?"

"I'll answer after you answer."

"Good Merlin! Okay, Ron, Viktor, Jacob, and Ernie."

"You kissed McLaggen and Potter for no good reason?"

"It was just show for both. Now why are you so interested?"

"I just am. I'm interested in other people."

"Cut the crap. You are not just interested in other people. You have an ulterior motive."

Draco smirked. "I may."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Since you're lying to me, answer another question. Who's the last girlfriend you've had and when?"

Malfoy laughed out loud at this. "Now you sound pretty interested!"

Hermione blushed again. "Shut it and answer."

"This pureblood girl named Calista Lexeos for three and a half years, and then I broke it off with her about…six years ago."

At that, Hermione's brows raised involuntarily. "Seriously?"

Draco glanced at her, and then looked at the window in thought. "We were thinking of getting married and all, but…I just couldn't do it. I didn't love her like I thought I did. And if you ask me what's become of her, I wouldn't know. She severed all contact afterwards."

Hermione wanted to ask why he broke it off with her, but she knew better. Instead, they sat in silence. She raised her eyes to his face slowly after a moment, realising after a beat that he was looking at the ground, his brows furrowed. He looked up, meeting her eyes, completely serious.

"I don't regret it," he told her. "I think it was for the best."

She just nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Is that why…you haven't had a girlfriend all these years?"

Malfoy took a breath and looked back at the window. "I've been with other birds occasionally, but nothing serious."

"Just for a good fuck?"

Malfoy turned to her, feigning shock. "Profanity from Granger's mouth? Oh, what will her dearest fans say?"

Hermione just snorted. They were quiet again, and Malfoy suddenly looked at her again, his signature smirk in place. "We never did get to finish our little game. Seriousness always somehow kills the fun."

"Oh, you. I don't feel like playing anymore, though."

"You sure?"

"Fine. One last question each. You first."

"If you insist. Would you ever kiss me?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Kiss you? Like hell I would!"

Malfoy laughed, as if expecting her answer. "Okay, your turn."

"Why did you kiss me?"

"I never kissed you!"

"On the forehead, only an hour or two ago."

"Oh. Just a friendly kiss."

"You've never been friendly to me before!"

"Yeah, so? That's all. I guess our little game is over, then."

"I suppose."

They were quiet for another long moment.

"Malfoy?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm bored."

"Already?"

"Yeah."

"Take another scone and sleep."

"It's too early!"

"Who cares? Savor your energy."

"Ah, fine. I don't know what else to do, and you're infuriating."

"It's a sleeping drug."

"I know. Did you poison the scones, or something? Is that why you want me to eat them?" she asked suspiciously.

"No! We've been partners for almost six years, Granger. You should be able to trust me by now."

"I'll never trust you," Hermione replied before biting into the scone. She finished it and watched as Malfoy got up and went to the window. She suddenly yawned. "I hate these scones," she murmured, before falling asleep once again.

The first thing Hermione saw was the darkening ceiling. The first thing she felt was an unnatural weight on her stomach. Through bleary eyes, she looked down at the object, her eyes widening. It was Malfoy's head resting on her stomach as a pillow, and he was sleeping quite peacefully.

Hermione wrinkled her nose and pushed him off, making his head drop to the floor. Surprisingly, he didn't awaken. She walked to the loo sleepily, and used the toilet. Then she turned the tap on, but when she did, nothing came out but a hiss of air. Befuddled, she tapped the faucet, furrowing her brows when only air continued to come out. Suddenly, the foggy air that was steaming out at a rapid pace formed into a hand. Scared out of her wits in her own foggy state, she shut off the tap quickly. The air stopped coming through, and the hand retracted and disappeared.

"Oh, gods," she squeaked out before running to her companion.

"Malfoy!" she whispered harshly. She shook him roughly.

"What?" he snapped, irritated, and she quickly tried to make him stand.

"Get up! Come here! Look at this!" she pleaded, dragging him to his feet. Draco reluctantly got up and was pulled by the hand to the tap. He watched as she turned it on. The ghostly hand came back, this time faster, and Draco's own grey orbs widened in shock.

Hermione shut the faucet off again quickly and looked up at Draco for his reaction.

"Wow. They've really become more powerful," he said slowly in disbelief before walking out. He ran a hand through his hair and sat at one end of the room, his head in his hands. Hermione sat in front of him and swallowed.

"What'll we do?" she asked softly, and he shook his head.

"We can't do anything. We're sitting ducks."

"Malfoy, we have to make a plan or something—"

"Granger. We can't."

"We have to! We can't just sit here and wait to die! We have to do something! Come on, Malfoy, don't be such a cad! We have to save everyone here and we have to do something!"

Malfoy looked up at her. Her honey eyes were burning with a fiery determination, and for a moment, Malfoy held a high respect for her.

"Okay, Granger. Okay. We'll…think of something."

Hermione nodded and sighed.

"It's going to take a lot of thinking, though. We haven't got wands and we don't know any helpful wandless magic."

Malfoy smirked. "Only the two of us together could ever get out of a situation like this."

Hermione smirked back. "Good thing we're partners, then."

A/N: Thanks for reading! This story is going along quite nicely at the moment, but please review and tell me what you think of how it's going. Thank you! Please review! -LoVeDoNtHaTe