Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Yeesh, it has been a while! School has honestly sucked the creativity out of me. I saw someone favorite this the other day and realized that I haven't written since, like, April. Sorry you guys! Here are a few chapters to make up for it.

Almost a week had passed since Hermione and Malfoy were trapped together. Since then, they had fallen into a rather comfortable routine. Every morning, Hermione would wake up first and take over the bathroom. After she exited, Malfoy would pop in and then they would head down for breakfast. Usually, they dined with the Slytherins in the morning.

Then, after a morning of classes, they had lunch with the Gryffindors and stayed in the library, studying during their free periods. After all of their afternoon classes were over, they had dinner, usually with the Slytherins (although if Hermione put up a fuss, they might eat with the Gryffindors sometimes.)

In fact, their routine was so solidified that they barely spoke more than a dozen words to each other all day. Their conversations could mostly be summed up with, "Quidditch practice today," or "We're going to be late for class," or "I want to go to the library." They usually didn't have much need to say more.

Hermione assumed this Monday was going to be the exact same. She woke up early and used the bathroom, and then waited while Malfoy did the same. Then they went down to breakfast and she helped Daphne with her Ancient Runes essay. The two early classes were mostly taking notes, so she had no need to speak to Malfoy then.

It wasn't until Transfiguration that anything seemed out of the ordinary.

"Today, you will be working on transfiguring a piece of parchment into a quill." Professor McGonagall stated. "Watch very closely as I provide the example."

Hermione stared intensely as Professor McGonagall uttered the words and waved her wand in a precise manner. The parchment shrunk, until Professor McGonagall held up a quill for all to see.

"Do it yourselves now." Their professor ordered.

Hermione quickly mastered the spell, doing it a few times until a perfect quill was in place of her parchment. Next to her, Malfoy took a few more tries, but he finished it relatively early, too.

Hermione pulled out her Potions essay while she waited for the rest of the class to catch up. She ducked her head down, rereading a few paragraphs. She was so deeply absorbed in thought; she didn't hear the massive argument that was building behind her.

"I can't believe you would do that, Ambrosia!" A girl hissed to her "friend". "You – you're such a bi –"

"Language, Yasmin!" Ambrosia snapped. "And I didn't do anything! Your boyfriend hit on me! I tried to stop him, but you know he's attractive. What would you have done if you were in my position?"

"I certainly would not have snogged him senseless in the Herbology classroom!" Yasmin cried. "You should be able to control your hormones!"

"I'm young! How can I be responsible for what my body wants?" Ambrosia shrugged. "Besides, it's not that big of a deal. He apologized."

"You don't understand anything!" Yasmin snapped. She slammed her hands down on her desk. "I'll get you back. I swear, from today, we're not friends any longer! I can't deal with you!"

"Well, I can't deal with you! You're so overdramatic!" Ambrosia whined.

Apparently, that was the last straw for Yasmin. Whipping out her wand, she yelled out a spell.

Ambrosia reacted with the type of abandon and panic one would expect from a girl who'd lived through a war. She screamed back her own curse, and then ducked.

Unfortunately for everyone in that classroom, the curses didn't cancel each other. They bounced around together, bonding. Neville's hair was singed, Ron's eyebrows were nearly scorched off, and Dean's shirt got a new hole.

And then the curses, fully bonded, hit Hermione.

She didn't even notice the panic in the classroom until the pain hit her. She looked up, glanced around, and then passed out.

"Oh my!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Girls, sit down! Settle down, class! Three hundred points from Slytherin. Unacceptable! Mr. Malfoy, do you think you can take Miss Granger to the infirmary. Ooh, you'd better take someone with you, just in case. Mr. Zabini, please help him. Go straight to the infirmary, boys. Class, settle down! I said settle down!"

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Draco gathered Hermione up in his arms and slipped out the door. He made eye contact with Theo, who nodded, indicating that he would bring up their book bags once class was let out.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" Blaise asked, closing the door shut behind them. "Here, do you want me to levitate her?"

"Yeah, sure." Draco stepped back, letting Blaise cast the spell. "She'd better be alright. Blaise, what do I do if I'm stuck carrying a corpse with me for the rest of my life?"

"She's still breathing. That's a good sign." Blaise pointed out.

"What if they put her in a coma? Mate, I can't deal with a comatose Hermione Granger stuck to me all my life!" Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Someone is going to pay for this!"

"Calm down, Draco." Blaise put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sure she'll be fine. And if she isn't, you can burn the body or something."

Draco glared at him. "And have the ashes follow me around? How am I ever going to get a date? Can you imagine going to bed with a woman and having to explain that the girl lying next to me isn't ever going to wake up?"

"That's a killer on the sex life." Blaise agreed. "Oh, sorry, I'm supposed to be comforting you and promising everything will be okay."

"You're rubbish at it." Draco grumbled. "Whatever. Just hurry."

They stumbled into the infirmary, where Madame Pomfrey let out a startled gasp and then quickly went to work.

Draco fell into a chair next to the bed that Hermione was in. For some reason, he knew that their magnetic attraction to each other hadn't been disabled. Even though he couldn't feel the tug in his gut that Granger claimed to feel, he had a feeling that they were still stuck together.