Trapped With the Enemy

Trapped With the Enemy

Written and outlined by: Archer

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling, except for my muse owns the plot, she gave me the idea.

Summary: Ginny and Draco were both in the wrong place at the wrong time. As the other residents of Hogwarts have yet to discover their missing, they must figure out a way to survive until they can be rescued. Being trapped in the dungeons could prove interesting, even if the other is your enemy.

A/N: Whether you believe me or not, this outline was actually written before the 9-11- 01 incident. This was originally going to be posted instead of Catenatus, but I decided the group fic would be a lot more enjoyed. So, in our unfortunate problem with Catenatus (read my author bio for info) I decided to dig up this poor thing and put a breath of life into it. Let me know if it's any good and if it should be continued.

Chapter One

The sun was shedding its last light, the orange ray desperately trying to stay the hand of nature, but at last it was extinguished. As the land fell into night, dark clouds drifter across the clear sky, hiding the moon from the earth, and sending all, even the nocturnal creatures into hiding. If one had looked long and hard enough into the dark night, and watched the surrounding land, they would have seen dark shapes advancing swiftly toward a regal castle.

A raven, upset at they undeterminable, foreboding shapes let out a long harsh cry that echoed through the courtyard. A dog bayed, causing one of the forms to stop and stare up at the bird. A soft hiss and a jet of light stopped the cry immediately. The body of the crow fell to the ground, and satisfied, the figure continued onto his destination. Hogwarts.

"Bloody hell," Ginny swore to herself, practically stomping down the stairs to the dungeons. Earlier that day she had attended the Potion's Professor, Snape's, class. During that class a girl from her house, Gryffindor, had been working on a very complicated potion when one of the kids from another house, Slytherin, put a dragon scale while she wasn't paying attention.

Needless to say, it didn't follow well. The potion began to steam and caused a lot of burns, on both houses. Professor Snape had been furious, and after thoroughly breaking down the unfortunate girl emotionally, he proceeded to send all of the Slytherin's to the infirmary.

Ginny had been furious at the fact that he had been so hard on the girl for something that wasn't her fault, but she was outraged when he ignored several of Gryffindor classmates with serious burns. She proceeded to say a stream of profanities that she would have never uttered to any adult, with the right set of mind. Anger can really unhinge your judgement. For her outburst, she was rewarded with months of detention and a promise, or a threat, of expulsion if not suspension. Ginny had brushed them off, just very pleased that she had gotten her point across, for he sent the Gryffindor injured after punishing her.

Her first detention wasn't set until tomorrow evening, but in all of the confusion she had left her books there. Undeterred at the accident, Snape had gleefully given the class a lengthy report on safety issues, and courtesy to elders and the potion they hadn't finished brewing. All of her books, and a few of her personal notebooks had been left at her desk. Luckily, they were the last class of the day for Snape, so she didn't rush right back down to the dungeons when she first realized.

Ginny had finally came, dreading that Snape might have sifted through her notebooks and private notes, and have even more to give her grief about.

The door was ajar, which was very uncommon since many teachers kept their doors closed. They weren't afraid of theft, just of the pranks that her brother and Harry had started since the twins had left. Ginny smiled to herself, wondering if Harry and Ron had time to visit Snape's office before he retired.

Busy with her thoughts, Ginny walked into the classroom without looking around and made straight for her books. She sighed out loud with relief to find them untouched, still where she had left them earlier that evening. Gathering them into her arms she turned around abruptly and began for the door when a flash of silver made her stop.

"What are you doing here, Weasley?" a drawling voice asked, freezing her to the spot.

Hermione glanced up at the ceiling of the Great Hall with a sort of dread. When she had last looked, it had been full of stars and the hinting of a moon, but now it was totally black. The Hall seemed dimmer, the lights from the candles not nearly enough for such a large room.

Other's had noticed too, and the mood seemed to be solemn unlike the usual rowdiness for evening meals. Ron and Harry were oblivious to it all, sitting in front of her, scribbling down plans on a spare piece of parchment between bites of their food. Their current plan was one destined to really piss off Snape. They had begun in since Ginny, Ron's younger sister, had came to them and told her story about what happened in her class.

"I can't wait to see his face when he gets this," Ron sighed, glancing up from the parchment to catch eyes with Hermione. "Don't sit there like a lump Hermione, help us out."

"I'm not trying to get in trouble, Ron." Hermione said dryly.

"You're not in trouble unless you get caught," Harry said cheerfully, busy writing something down. "Otherwise it's called vengeance."

"For the Gryffindor's forsaken in Snape's class," Ron said solemnly, then as an afterthought. "And every class they had to endure with him."

"Generations before us, and perhaps after," Harry put in.

"Heaven forbid." Ron laughed.

Hermione rolled her eyes but did lean over the table to look at their plan. Before she could discern what it meant, a loud rumbling noise from outside the Hall shook the floor. The room went silent.

"Did you hear that?" Neville asked, looking very pale a few seats down from the trio. No one answered, and each thought of what had haunted them the most.

"He's doing it, by god I didn't think he'd have the guts to do it," Ron muttered and stood from his chair.

The teacher's table was even more awry then the students. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick were hurrying toward the door, the other's following. One of the Professor's disappeared in a door accessible only to teachers, heightening the nervousness in the room.

Another rumble shook the Hall so violently that Ron and other students, who had stood, fell to the ground. Hermione gripped the table hard enough so her knuckles were white, her face paling.

A far away cry that sounded like Hagrid sounded outside the hallway before the door burst open. The half-giant man stood, his huge bulk laboring for breath. "They're going for the top towers," he yelled. "This whole building is going to fall, and they've got all the exits blocked!"

The room burst into noise. People started screaming, others began to talk in excited and frightened voices, some even started for the door Hagrid stood at.

They, Hermione thought desperately, Voldemort, he's doing it. Why didn't we take the threat seriously?

During the summer, Fudge had received a threat letter, claiming he would attack and destroy Hogwarts. Fudge had discussed the matter with many in the Ministry; all except Dumbledore didn't take the letter seriously. Out numbered, and commanded from a higher rank, Dumbledore had opened the school to students. Before he did, he and the other teachers put every spell they could think of to strengthen the defenses of Hogwarts.

"How did they get through it all?" Hermione asked out loud, to herself.

Lavender who had been sitting beside her, looked at Hermione with wide, confused eyes. "This can't be happening," Lavender said.

Hermione agreed, the whole Hall was in panic. Many of the students were crowding around the doors where Hagrid and the other teachers were trying to desperately fend them off. She shook her head. "We have to get out of here somehow," she said.

The shuddering stopped suddenly and slowly so did the panic. Everyone stood very still, each ear straining for any noise as of what would be happening.

Then they heard it, the sound of a progressive thud and crash coming from above them. The ceiling above the far right of the room, near the door began to crumble. The mob of kids and teachers shifted quickly to the opposite end, the screams ringing in Hermione's ear.

"Hermione!" someone called.

Hermione tore her eyes from the ceiling and saw Ron and Harry's frantic waving from across the room. Hermione crawled over the top of the table and ran toward them, hoping to god that the ceiling would hold to whatever was trying to break it. The sounds of the crashing grew louder, and the floor was quaking beneath her feet. Her fingertips reached out and brushed Ron's, but a deafening crash behind her and a heavy shockwave from the ground sent her sprawling into them.

The screams died in Hermione's ears as she felt the pain from running into the two boys. Her head ached, and it took her a while to realize she was on the ground, and the crashing noise and rumbling had yet to stop. "Harry..." she started, but inky blots at the edge of her vision made her stop. She welcomed the darkness with open arms.

"Malfoy!" Ginny cried in surprise, then in anger. "Malfoy!"

"That's my name, Weasley. Congratulations, perhaps you have a brain inside that dome of yours after all," Draco laughed. He was leaning against Snape's desk, arms folded, ankles crossed, looking very bored with the entire situation. His smirk grew even wider when he saw her flush in anger. "What are you doing here? You still have yet to answer my question."

"It's none of your business," Ginny glared at him, furious that he had said what he had to her. "What are you doing here?"

Draco chuckled, but answered her. "I have my own business here. I believe I was requested for a meeting involving my class, but that isn't really any of your business is it?"

"I didn't really care," Ginny sniffed, and walked passed him toward the door.

Draco glared at her back, insulted that she had snubbed him and then just walk away. He pointed his wand at the door and it snapped shut. Just then the very room shook, causing both of them to look at each other in shock.

"I didn't think I shut it that hard," Draco grinned.

Ginny glared at him, "You didn't have to shut the door, stupid git." she snapped, before turning again and grabbing the handle. She twisted the knob and pulled, but the door didn't budge. Frowning, she tried again, leaning all her weight back, the door moaned, but still didn't give.

"Can't figure out how to open a door, Weasley?" Draco asked tartly.

"No you bloody retard, you broke it," Ginny snapped, shoving her books down with a slam on the near by tables. Rolling up the sleeves of her school robes she tried the knob one more time before taking it with both hands and pulling with all her might. The door didn't even groan this time.

"Watch out," Draco said pushing her out of the way and trying it. The door handle didn't even turn now, and he glared over at Ginny. "Good job, Weasley!"

"What?" Ginny cried, outraged. "I didn't do anything! You shut the door!"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Then why isn't the door opening?"

"How should I know, you did the spell." she pointed out.

"I just shut the door, Weasley, nothing else."

"Apparently not,"

They frowned at each other, Ginny's chin thrust out and her head tilted upwards since Draco was at least a head taller than she was. At sixteen, she was only 5'4 and Draco was at least 6'0 and the scene was almost comical, had the situation not been so frustrating. The room gave another shudder, breaking the stand off between them as they grabbed the walls to steady themselves. It stopped, leaving the two mystified teenagers to stare at one another in shock.

"What was that?" Ginny asked in a low voice, glancing upwards warily.

Draco didn't answer; he too looked above them and then to the door. Their only exit was that door, and it was being barred by something. The spell he did had malfunctioned, or perhaps it was the shaking and shuddering that had done something. He frowned to himself before trying the door once more.

"God, Malfoy, it's not going to open," Ginny snapped at him. He glared at her with his steely gaze before releasing his hold.

"I figured this out already," he said, moving back to the teacher's desk where he had placed his wand. "We'll have to use magic."

Ginny moved back away from the door, staring at Draco with mistrust showing openly in her eyes. Draco smirked at the look, and raised his wand. "Alo-" he started but a deafening crash and a violent shake stopped him. The ceiling cracked and dust began to poured down in streams on top of both their heads. Ginny cried out in surprise, Draco in mute shock. Another shake sent the both flying, and the torches that had lit the rooms were snuffed out as sand piled on top of the flames. The room plunged into total darkness, the sound of alarmed cries coming from both Draco and Ginny were drowned out by the noise of what sounded like thousands of boulders and rocks slamming into one another all at once. Then it was silent.

A/N: So does it suck majorly, or is it fine? Yes, this was sort of a cliffhanger, my bad, but I'm tired and I just got back from five hours of dancing and I don't think I can type anymore. So let me know! I'll definitely continue with Catenatus but should I keep up with this one? Up to you! Aren't you all privileged! ^_^ -Archer