CHAPTER THREE
Hermione glared venomously at Draco as he walked towards her, wanting nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a sound punch to the jaw. She quickly shoved her guitar in its case and stood to face him, ready to whip out her wand. Draco, unfortunately, was faster. A muttered expelliarmus knocked her wand across the room, and she instinctively dropped into a fighting stance, her hands balled into fists in front of her, her feet staggered underneath her.
Draco stopped, frowning. "What on earth are you doing?"
Her eyes narrowed. "You're about to find out." Her fists came up slightly higher, shielding her face.
She tensed, preparing for his move. He sneered as he advanced again, his wand pointing at her throat, but was utterly unprepared for her to grab his wrist and flip him over her shoulder as she did. The next thing he knew, Draco was on his back, looking up at the ceiling, as Granger stood and daintily brushed herself off. She quickly grabbed her bag and wand and walked to the open wall where the door reappeared.
"Goddamn, open the door." She muttered, turning back to face Draco.
He had lifted his head to look at her, absolutely stunned. She grinned at him and stepped through the door, which promptly vanished when it closed. Sense kicked in and Draco was instantly on his feet, panic taking over. SHIT, how am I supposed to get out?! Shit, shit, fucking SHIT. He whipped his head back and forth, trying to find another door, and felt his heart pound as he realized there wasn't one. He ran to the wall where it had disappeared and ran his hands along the stone, trying to feel for any sort of groove or outline that would indicate the opening. The stone shimmered, and the door once again appeared as it had for Hermione, but like the one coming in, it had no doorknob or handle. He tried pushing on it, to no avail. He rammed his shoulder against it, but again, the door wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he sat down with his back to the wall, angrily raking his fingers through his hair.
How the hell did Granger get out? She must have muttered a password or something. Maybe the same one to get in! He quickly stood and faced the door again.
"Recludam." He said. But the door didn't move. "RECLUDAM." He cried, his tone growing more desperate.
"RECLUDAM, I said RECLUDAM!" He screamed at the door, his fists pounding against the wood. He slumped against the door as it remained closed, trapping him inside. Oh merlin, it's something else. I'm stuck GUESSING until when or if that little mudblood decides to come back.
And so began the next few lonely hours of Draco Malfoys life. Stuck, in a small stone room, yelling at a door that wouldn't open.
Hermione grinned as she skipped down the steps of the Astronomy tower. Ah, the sweetness of revenge! Malfoy would be stuck in the hidden room until she stopped by tomorrow, unless by some miracle he figured out the exit password. It wasn't hard, that was for sure, but it would never be the first thing to come to mind.
Her mind wandered back to the moment he had knocked away her wand. She'd dropped into a fighting stance almost instantly, though she hadn't fought in years.
flashback
"Mia, you've got to spread your feet apart further. Anyone could patada en el culo with how you're standing now!"
Hermione huffed at her cousin Ramón as she adjusted her feet. She was only eight, but her fifteen-year-old cousin had decided to teach her to fight. And not the nice way. He'd said that the family business wasn't safe, and she needed to know how to protect herself.
"Better." Ramón grinned at her. Settling into the same stance, he pulled his fists up in front of his face. "Now throw a punch, like I showed you earlier!"
She frowned. "But Ramón, no quiero pegarte!" She dropped out of her stance, and was promptly flipped over on her back.
"Ay, mi prima, you need to learn to protect yourself. You saw how fast I took you down? Others will do it faster, and harder. Don't you want to beat them?" He leaned over to look down at her, his dark brown hair shading his twinkling eyes.
She rolled over and stood, glaring at him. "Si, but only to learn how to beat you!" She dropped back into her stance, facing him as he did the same.
"Bueno, Mia! Okayyyy—go!"
flashback over
She smiled at the memory of her cousin. It was Ramón who had taught her that stance, as well as most everything else she knew. He'd been like an older brother, a friend and confidante to her through the years. Even when she started coming to Hogwarts, he sent letters regularly and reminded her to practice. She felt bad that she hadn't, but she wanted to fit in here. Being muggleborn was hard enough, but if people knew what else she was, including her ability to fight, she'd be an outcast for sure.
She picked up her pace as she headed to her dorm. The feast was about to begin, and she wanted to be there for the sorting. Grinning, she remembered that Draco would be stuck in the hidden room the whole time. What a nice feast it'll be. No annoying Malfoy to get on my nerves—and I can't wait to see what the teachers will say to a Head Boy that doesn't show up. Smirking, she dropped her bags in her room and made her way to the Great Hall.
He was going to kill the little mudblood when he got out of this room. He'd spent the last few hours pacing back and forth in the tiny room, occasionally throwing a spell at the door which refused to open. The feast must have ended over an hour ago, and curfew had begun some minutes earlier due to the lack of sunlight. The little brat did this just to make sure I got into trouble. He grimaced at the thought of the reprimand that awaited him. He'd never gotten in trouble before, and then Granger had to go and lock him in a room on his first night as Head Boy!
"Fucking—GODDAMN OPEN THE DOOR!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the room
With a slight creak, it swung open.
You're kidding me… THAT was the password… He glared at the door but quickly stepped through it and onto the dark staircase. He quickly made his way up to the head dorms, finding them dark and empty when he arrived. He assumed that meant that Granger was sleeping. We can't have that now, can we? She shouldn't get a good night's sleep after what she did today. Grinning, he made his way up to her bedroom and flung the door open, letting it slam against the wall.
"Granger, how DARE YO—" He started, but was cut off as he saw her fling off her blankets and felt her fist connect with his stomach. He barely saw her draw her hand back before it connected with the underside of his jaw in a powerful uppercut, sending him sprawling back onto the floor of the hallway.
She smiled sweetly down at him. "Don't ever open my door again." She said, her voice dangerously soft. With that, she slammed the door in his face.
