7.54 AM
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking down at Hermione as she stood there.
"Finally awake." he noted.
She looked up into his eyes, searching for something-she didn't know what. He stared back, appearing bored but secretly amused.
"Move, please."
He stood, looking coolly down at her, a smirk appearing on his lips as she became frustrated.
"Get out of my way, Malfoy, or so help me!" she growled, stomping her foot on the floor. He chuckled.
"I don't have to do anything." He said simply.
She glared, folding her arms across her chest. He grinned as he realised that she was still wearing her underwear, and that her last action had just given him a fabulous view of cleavage.
Her eyes narrowed and she followed his gaze downward, instantly realising why his eyes were glued to her chest.
She gasped, shoving her hand towards his face to push his gaze away, however his reflexes kicked in at the last minute and he grabbed her hand mere millimeters from his face. He sent a sharp glare her way.
"Don't be rude." he chided, giving her a glare. She refused to back down, sending him an equally ferocious glare.
She jerked her hand towards his cheek, trying to wrench it from his grip, and hoping to catch him off guard. But with a quick movement he twisted her arm behind her back, pinning it between their bodies as he spun her so she was standing with her back to his front. Before she could register what was happening, he had her other hand pinned behind her back, too and was gripping her chin with his hand, tilting it upwards so that she was looking at him. She continued glaring as he stared down at her with a look of mild irritation on his face.
"Let go, Malfoy." She hissed.
"I don't think so, Granger." He drawled back, still holding her chin. She wrenched her chin out of his grip, trying to ignore the heat from his eyes that was causing goose bumps on her exposed skin. He chuckled softly, his free hand falling to her shoulder as he ran his hand lightly over her skin.
"Shy, are we?" he teased as she tried to keep her eyes locked on the carpet.
His body was warm, and her hands were pressed against his chest. She squirmed to get out of his grip, and as the contact between them made her feel tingly all over.
His hand trailed down her arm, and he watched with further amusement as she shivered, more goose bumps erupting on her skin where he touched.
"You seemed to like it so much when I touched you earlier." he said softly, "What's changed?" he asked. She gritted her teeth.
"I don't remember liking one second of it." She snapped, flinching away and glaring as his hand reached her elbow and brushed the side of her body.
He smirked as he noticed her flinch, moving his hand from her arm to her body, resting it on her waist.
"I seem to remember you liking it when I touched you here before." he whispered in her ear as he bent his head down to hers. She shivered again, biting her lip and glaring as his fingers lingered on her body.
"And you didn't complain when I washed your back, either."
Still smirking, he trailed his hand slowly up her side over her singlet, his fingers skimming the fabric.
"I didn't ask you to do that." she argued.
"You liked it when I touched you here, too." he spoke huskily to her, his hand coming to brush her stomach ever so lightly. She fixed a determined stare on her face, aiming to ignore him and the butterflies she was getting at his touch.
"And," he whispered "You seemed to enjoy it when I did this."
Attaching his lips to her earlobe he bit softly, causing her to inhale sharply. He smirked and trailed his lips down to her neck, sucking softly on her pulse point as he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her body, letting them rest above her hips.
Hermione groaned softly, leaning back into Draco involuntarily.
He moved his hand up from her body to her chin again, turning her face towards his easily.
"You're such a bad liar, Granger." he said against her lips with a smirk. She looked at him, her eyes a swirl of emotions.
"I'm not a liar." she hissed, twisting from his grip and spinning to face him, her best angry librarian look in place.
He leaned his head forward, his nose touching hers as he smiled, amused.
"This says otherwise."
"I'm not a liar!" Hermione growled through clenched teeth, poking his finger into his chest.
He grabbed her finger, capturing her hand in his as he smirked infuriatingly, and Hermione glared at him.
"I dare you to say that, and mean it. If you do, I'll kiss you." he challenged, and she surveyed him through narrowed eyes.
"I..." she trailed off, and with a growl she spun away from him, marching across the room and plopping down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
"You're absolutely baffling and I can't stand you." Hermione shot over her shoulder as he approached the bed and smoothed out his clothes.
"Shower is all yours." he muttered, waving a hand at the door before turning away from her.
She marched in, slamming the door behind her as she fumed. How dare he! That prat. How dare he kiss her so well!
Taking deep breaths, she tried to blink back the tears of frustration that were building behind her eyes. This was so stupidly ridiculous, and so confusing. He annoyed the hell out of her, but every time he touched her it was like a spark.
Blasting the shower, she hopped in and put her head under the pouring water.
She lathered herself with soap, trying to ignore the heat that still lingered in her skin from where Draco had touched her.
'This whole thing is completely strange. I can't be attracted to Malfoy, that's just crazy.' Hermione thought to herself. But it didn't explain the feelings that had been pulsing through her body moments earlier.
His inexplicable touch had felt so good.
Knowing this though, didn't help the confusion that was swamping her.
She just wanted to go home, to spend the holidays trying to recuperate her life and of course, spend some time with Harry, Ginny and Ron.
She sighed deeply, leaning back against the shower wall and letting the water fall over her body relentlessly until she grew tired and shut off the water, stepping out of the shower and making her way over to the mirror. She stared at her pale reflection, her wet hair already forming curls around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, a result of the hot water, and something else which she wouldn't mention.
She dried herself, and brushed her teeth because frankly, it felt like she was growing a colony of fuzz on her teeth, and her parents habits were drilled into her.
Her underwear was folded and clean, sitting on the floor. She silently thanked the room before dressing and cautiously opening the door to the main room. It was empty.
She looked around and decided that a book was a good option, and put her clothes on before selecting a large tome and settling onto one of the large chairs. Wherever Draco had gone, she didn't really care, and she was sure he'd be back soon.
8.00 AM
Draco was half-way to the kitchens, determined to find some food so that they could eat and then get home. But there was a nagging thought that wouldn't go away.
Problem- Granger. He didn't know why he had done those things before. Those intimate things that had made her moan softly and lean into him for support.
Those actions that he had tried to forget about doing to her since their heated and very fantastic kiss in the closet. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned.
What was happening to him? He guessed that due to the lack of anything else to do, he was taking the time (but certainly not pleasure) to frustrate and banter with her.
In the shower, he had remembered one of his dreams from last night that had jolted him awake. And now it was all he could think about.
She was perched delicately on top of him, her hair hanging down over them like a curtain and when their lips met there was a spark in their kisses.
She whispered his name, so softly that he barely caught it.
"Draco."
His head jerked up, looking into her warm eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked stupidly.
"Draco." she said again, smiling down at him. The way she said it sent waves of pleasure through his body, causing a funny feeling to swell in his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her collarbone.
"Say it again." he murmured. She obliged, and he kissed his way back up until he reached her lips, capturing hers in a heated, crushing kiss.
"Draco!" this time she was screaming, and blood was dripping down her arm as Bellatrix stood over her with a knife.
"No Mudbloods in the family!"
9:30 AM
When Draco got back, Hermione looked up in surprise as he dropped a bag in front of her.
"What is it?"
"Open it."
Curious, she put her book down and reached in to find an expandable bag that was full of food, enough for both of them to spend all day eating.
"How did you get this?" she asked, pulling it out and salivating over the pastries, the sandwiches and the soups.
"I went down to the kitchens and asked a house-elf. I wasn't sure how long it'd take us to figure out a way out, so I got enough for all day, they told me were making heaps for Hagrid so it wasn't any trouble, so don't start the S.P.E.W thing either." he said, turning away from her and starting towards the balcony.
"We can start trying after breakfast, and thanks." she called out as he disappeared through the curtains, danish in hand.
When there was no response from him she sighed, and then went back to her book after grabbing a danish of her own. Pastry tasted so good.
After two hours of reading and finishing her book, she got up and ventured outside to see Draco sitting on a chair in the sun, looking over the grounds with a frown.
"Got any ideas?" she asked, leaning against the doors as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun.
"Not really. I doubt apparition will work." he sighed.
"The shields might be down, it's always worth a try." she shrugged, getting her wand out of her pocket.
"If you splinch yourself I'm not helping." he huffed.
"I wouldn't, I'm the brightest witch of our age. I know how to apparate." she responded, holding up her wand and closing her eyes, thinking of the Hogwarts train station. If they could get there, they could apparate home. But when she tried to cast the spell, it felt like she was being bounced off a trampoline, and she opened her eyes to find Draco looking at her.
"No luck then." he sighed.
"There has to be a way." she murmured to herself, going back inside to ponder.
Shortly after, Draco wandered in to snack on lunch, and plopped down next to her on the couch as she studied a book - her favourite magical book, he realised - Hogwarts, a History.
"Anything?"
"Not that I can find. We could try and walk out of the grounds but I was under the impression they put strong guards up while people aren't here, and McGonagall said that there weren't any workers coming for a few weeks as they were pausing to plan."
Draco sighed, combing his hand through his hair as he reached into the bag and pulled out a roll.
"Eat, Granger. Your brain needs food, and even if it doesn't happen today we'll find a way home. I'm not staying here all holidays, it isn't really a holiday then."
"It'd be too depressing, sharing it with you anyway." Hermione quipped, smiling as Draco chuckled.
"The feeling is mutual."
Hours later, Hermione still hadn't found or thought of anything, and when Draco retired to bed she sighed and closed her book, putting it down for the night. How could it be that she couldn't think of or find a way out? She felt absolutely ridiculous, and exhausted. Finally admitting defeat, she crawled into bed. They would have to try again tomorrow.
3.46 AM
"Draco." Hermione's voice whispered, but this time it sounded close, and not dream-like. He opened his eyes, finding blackness. And then as his eyes adjusted he could make out the figure of Granger, slightly illuminated by moonlight. She was shaking his arm gently, sitting in bed next to him and frowning.
"Yes?" he asked softly, sighing heavily.
Her expression softened.
"Malfoy, you're just hogging the bed covers." she said quietly with a small scowl. His lips curved upwards into a smile.
"It's not my fault that you're so tiny you can't manage to keep any covers. And what happened to calling me by my first name?" he asked sleepily, stretching out a hand to brush against her cheek lightly as she leaned away.
"I never called you by your first name." she said, puzzled, and then shivered "I'm cold!" she protested. He groaned-his head still filled with sleep and warmth from his dream.
"Then get under." he said sleepily, raising an arm so that she could crawl under the covers. She looked shocked.
"Areāare you serious?" she asked. He frowned, growing tired and cold already.
"Yes. Now, hurry up and get under the covers, Granger. Or I'll drag your annoying self under." he growled. She had the audacity to giggle.
"Don't even think about blaming me in the morning, this is all your doing." she said, crawling forward and under the mass of covers that he occupied. He plopped his arm down across her shoulders, sighing dramatically.
"See? That wasn't hard, was it?" he asked with a grumble. She smiled up at him from under his arm.
"I should talk to you more when you're sleepy. You're so much nicer." she whispered softly.
"This is totally a once off." he promised, moving his hand to curl around her body, pulling her closer as he wrapped the covers around them like cocoon.
And then, warm and comfortable they both fell asleep again. Smiling.
