Title: With You.

Rating: G

Round: 2

Prompt: Must contain ONE Cliché.

Warnings: A bit taken from that 70's show. Paraphrased.

Word Count: 499

"We're stuck in here."

"Yes."

"Together."

Hermione rolled her eyes pointlessly, as it was too dark for her companion to notice and tried to light her wand again. Inexplicably, it wouldn't glow. She grimaced. "We just have to find the door, no need to panic, Malfoy."

"I'm not panicking," he exclaimed, but the screech in his voice contradicted him. "And there isn't a door."

She sighed because he made a good point, when she followed Crookshanks into this alcove, she never did pass through any barrier whatsoever. Not even a magical one, as far as she could tell. "Well if there's a way in, there's a way out." She reached out her hand, blindly searching for some sort of purchase to give her an indication of her surroundings, but all she could feel was nothingness. However, she wasn't deterred; she continued to reach as her feet took tentative shuffles forward. Her diligence paid off when her fingers came into contact with a solid roughness. "A'ha!"

"What is that?" Draco's voice held an edge.

"I found a wall."

"Well done, but we weren't looking for a wall. We want a way out." Even in the darkness, she could feel his sneer.

"Yes, well if we follow the wall the way we came, eventually we will get out." She paused ephemerally awaiting his response, and when it didn't come she ordered him to follow her voice.

His unsure steps echoed until they neared her. Suddenly she stiffened. "Malfoy! You're touching my arse!"

"Accident, Granger! "

She held her breath anticipating his movement. "Hey! Your hand is still there!"

"It is still an accident!"

She wrinkled her nose as she grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his, instantly surprised he didn't object to the touching.

"What if there is a troll in here?" His whisper was harsh.

"There isn't."

"Or a manticore waiting to rip our heads off and feast on our dead bodies?"

"Gods, must you be so vulgar?" She didn't understand why boys always assumed the goriest scenarios when afraid.

"We are going to die."

She spun on him then and grabbed his face. "Draco Malfoy, be serious! We aren't going to die!"

"Yes, we are and nobody will ever know." He was nearly hysterical; she could hear his heart pounding against his chest and the anxiety straining his voice. So she did the only thing she could think of to soothe his stress, she kissed him. She put all she had into distracting him, but when his arms flew around her waist and he leaned into her, it threw her off balance and she stumbled backwards, taking him with her.

Then, surprisingly, they were in the middle of the hall, daylight pouring through the windows and most of Hogwarts staring at them as they slowly broke from the kiss.

She shoved him away and brushed off her robes. "Told you we'd get out." With her face burning red, she walked away with what was left of her dignity.