Chapter 3.- Too close for comfort!
"Oh Gods!" Hermione pushed Draco onto her bed, leapt on herself and shimmied the curtain about them just in the nick of time. Two Gryfindor girls she shared the room with bustled in noisily. They gossiped loudly and it sounded to Hermione like they where getting more books for their next class.
"Oh damn, would you look at that!" Came a voice Hermione recognised as Lisa Blueriver, a girl in her year. "I got ink all on my new shirt. Hold on whilst I change!"
"Ohhh, that's a pretty bra Lisa, where did you get it?" Came another voice Hermione knew as Emma Kain.
"Do you like it? It's from that place in Hogsmead that sells all kinds of lingerie. Ohh, they have these gorgeous pink silk sets with white lace! Special offer too, Ill show you next time we visit the town."
Hermione's mouth hung open. Why now, when she had Malfoy hidden behind her curtain, did these two decide to get undressed and discuss underwear? She risked a look at Draco, whose expression pretty much matched hers. His mouth hung open and he was staring at the curtain, as if willing it to be see through or something. Hermione clouted him silently and he shrugged at her. For what seemed like forever Emma and Lisa titivated in the bedrooms, before they finally left (not before having a heart to heart about it being 'that time of the month', which almost finished Hermione's nerves off). When she was sure they left she suddenly became aware that she was laying right next to Draco. Yelping suddenly she leaped off the bed and through the curtain. Draco swept the curtain open and sat on the end of the bed, grinning wolfishly.
"Your right Hermione. I think staying in the Gryfindor girls dorm is a great idea! Better than 'wasting away' at Slytherin." He sneered. Hermione bit her lip. This wasn't good. She now realised having Draco staying here was a real bad in fact. If the girls ever found out Draco had overheard them she was dead. Hermione gulped.
"Okay, new plan." She said, tugging at her ears. "Ill get my things and I'll come stay with you. It just won't do having a male in here."
"Awww, But I'm all at home now. Nice comfy bed, surrounded by lovely girls, a bunny girl all to myself. ouch!" Draco was cut short as Hermione grabbed him by the arm and yanked him off her bed. Hurriedly she grabbed her overnight bag, packed spare clothes (she made Draco shut his eyes when she packed her underpants), stuffed as many books as she her bag would allow then she frog marched a protesting Draco Malfoy out of the Gryfindor common rooms. She did however find it difficult to be angry with him when she caught sight of his fluffy tail. She giggled to herself at him as she pushed him along. Before long they arrived at the Slytherin dungeons. This time is was Draco's turn to tell Hermione to cover her ears. Glumly she clamped her hands over the sides of her head. Draco gave her a funny look and pointed at her comical furry ears poking out of the top of her head.
"Those as well." He ordered.
"What? I only have one pair of hands you dummy!" Hermione snapped, quite pleased that even though she had her normal ears covered up these bunny ears still worked. Draco sighed to himself and reached up and grabbed her furry ears. Hermione felt a little silly having Draco squishing her bunny ears flat. He turned about and with his hands still in place murmured the password to a blackened brick wall. A secret entrance revealed itself and they clambered inside.
As with the Gryfindor common room, this one was empty as well. All students during the day tended to be in class or at study in the library. Hermione looked about, it was dark in here, the only light being cast from a roaring fire, which was enchanted to be a pale shade of green.
"Oh no." Hermione suddenly didn't feel good at all. It occurred to her that she hadn't been to the toilet since breakfast. This is where this bad situation suddenly become unbearable. Draco looked at her, and Hermione may have been mistaken to think he was a little concerned.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Um.Er..Oh Gods. Its.." Hermione turned the deepest shade of red and twisted the magical string in her hands.
"Are you unwell?"
"No, well. It's just." She dropped her voice to a whisper "I need to visit the ladies room."
"Oh. Right." Draco looked mortified. The last thing he wanted to do was stand next to Hermione as she was going for a piss, or ever worse, she could need to..
"Stop looking at me like that!" Hermione sobbed, feeling totally foolish. Draco rolled his eyes and lead her down some cold flagstone steps into the boys dorm. At the back of the rooms where a few heavy oak doors.
"Those are the toilets. Umm. This string isn't very long. I'm going to have to come in with you." Now Draco looked a little worried. He loved teasing Granger, and this must be awful for her, and it would have been great if only it wasn't as equally awful on him as well. Draco made a mental note to drink as little as possible over the week, cutting his toilet visits down considerably.
Looking a mild shade of green Hermione wandered into the toilets. Unlike the men's rooms in the muggle world this one was clean, sparkling even and had a fresh perfumed aroma. A scent Hermione couldn't quite place. Not that she cared.
"Okay. You have to close your eyes, and cover your ears! Ill let you know when I'm finished!" And she pushed open a cubicle door. Draco crammed into the cubicle too and locked the door, before turning about and grinning stupidly at Hermione. "Turn around you moron!" She barked. Draco went "Oh yeah" and turned to face the door, he squeezed shut his eyes, put his hands over his ears and started to hum a tune to himself. He really hoped nobody came in. Even in Hogwarts it would look weird having two people tied together with bunny ears and tail crammed into a single cubicle in the mens room. 'Why me?' Draco thought to himself.
Hermione rushed like she had never rushed before, and probably broke a few records for the fastest wee in England. If things where bad now they where now about to get worse. "Oh no!" She moaned. There was no toilet paper, typical bloody rotten luck. For a split second she considered getting her wand out, it would be easy to levitate a roll in here. But she hesitated, every time she used her wand something 'funny' (or was that 'bunny'?) happened. And Malfoy's wand seems to have died too. It must be the effects of the string. There was nothing for it. She tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"NO! Don't turn about yet!!!!" She yelled as Draco made to move.
"Oh, well, what is it then?" He said, taking his hands away from his ears, but still facing the door.
"I uh.. Can I borrow your handkerchief?"
"I guess." He dug into his pocket and held it put behind him. Hermione grabbed it gratefully, did the deed and was done. She tapped Draco again to tell him to open the door and they shuffled out. Both of them where bright red, and found it hard to look each other in the eye the same way again after sharing an experience like that. As they wandered from the toilets to the common room Draco asked if he could have his hanky back.
"Have it back? Why?" Hermione asked, repulsion spread all over her face.
"I want it cleaned." Draco said.
"Yeeew, gross! Why would you want to use it after that?"
"What do you mean? You did just wipe you nose with it right? Granger?" Draco suddenly looked very serious. Hermione felt there had been a terrible misunderstanding. She thought Draco knew she wanted to it as toilet roll replacement.
"Umm. No. I flushed it afterwards too." Hermione looked at the floor and willed a great big hole to open up and swallow her whole, preferably severing the string at the same time. What good would it be to fall intro a bottomless pit in Draco was going to be pulled in after her?
"Granger you stupid cow! That was my father's silk handkerchief from his days at Hogwarts! If he finds out a mudblood wiped her ass on it and then flushed it down the toilet!" Draco covered his eyes "I'm going to get such a beating!"
"Look, it was a simple mistake. Maybe we can convince Moaning Myrtle to go find it, or maybe we could.. Um.. Are you okay?" Hermione was shocked, totally stunned to see Draco looking genuinely upset. He sat shakily on the arm of a nearby sofa and looked as white as a sheet, his ice sharp eyes now misty and soft, his usual sneer gone. Hermione had no idea what to do! She sat next to him and put her arm about him. At first he froze up, and almost shrugged her off, but something inside him made him change his mind, and he let her arm stay put. Maybe it was because nobody had ever put an arm about him, or tried to comfort him.
"Its, its not that it was of much value. Its just" Draco looked sadly at the floor "It meant a lot to Father. Father can get so 'angry' when I misplace his things." He shuddered, memories of a battered childhood spent hiding in the dark corners of his mansion home ran through his mind. Hermione said nothing, not too sure what to say. She felt unusual to see him upset like this. Hermione reached into her robes and pulled out a handkerchief, and pressed in kindly into his hand. He smiled at her and wiped his nose.
"Thanks.....Hermione." He said.
"No problem Draco." She smiled at him. She had never heard Draco use her first name before. She guessed when you share a toilet with someone you should at least be on first name terms.
Draco sat looking at his hands for a few minuets, trying to forget about the lost hanky. Lost hanky??? "Wait a minuet!" he yelled, leaping from the sofa. "You had a hanky of your own?"
"Ummm."
"You had your own hanky and you used MINE?"
"It's an expensive hanky Draco, I couldn't flush it." Hermione waved her hands urgently, trying to calm him down. Draco looked angrily from the hanky to the fire, the back to the hanky again. He grinned and very evil grin.
"Your right, it is too nice to flush. Let's burn it!" And he strode purposely towards the fireplace.
"Nooooooooo. Draco Don't!" Hermione leapt off the sofa and grabbed his arm, trying desperately to hold him back. "It's my mothers!" She cried.
"Oh, really?" Draco dragged a protesting Hermione behind him, he was much stronger than she was and was making good progress across the room. Hermione panicked, she had to save her hanky! Without even thinking she grabbed at Draco's fuzzy tail and pulled hard. He howled loudly, and dropped the hanky, Hermione snatched it up and tried to run, which was stupid really since she couldn't get far. They ran around and around the sofa, Hermione screaming childishly and smacking Draco's hands away. He made a last ditch effort and grabbed at her floppy ears that streamed behind her. They crashed painfully onto the carpet, the hanky flew from Hermione's hands and floated (rather dramatically) into the fire, where it caught fire instantly and disappeared up the chimney in a waft of smoke.
"Ha!" Cried Draco triumphantly "Now I think we are even." He sat on the floor next to Hermione and beamed at her. Hermione didn't move. She had hit her head on the coal shuttle next to the fire and was out cold, face down, her furry ears drooped limply over her head.
"Oh no." Draco breathed, placing his hand on Hermione. This was serious!
**~** These two don't seem to be having much luck. At least they seem to be on friendly terms now (if you call destroying each others stuff friendly ^_^) Anyway, chapter 4 probably up later on today. (I'm at work, I have tons of time to write fics. Heh) Thank you so much for everybody who read and reviewed, it makes it all worthwhile to know people are enjoying it so far, and yes, you have all the other stuff to look forward to. I could never imagine being tied to a man for a week, I would go crazy! Poor Hermione ^_^ I also corrected chapter 2 for spellings, apologies for that.**~**
"Oh Gods!" Hermione pushed Draco onto her bed, leapt on herself and shimmied the curtain about them just in the nick of time. Two Gryfindor girls she shared the room with bustled in noisily. They gossiped loudly and it sounded to Hermione like they where getting more books for their next class.
"Oh damn, would you look at that!" Came a voice Hermione recognised as Lisa Blueriver, a girl in her year. "I got ink all on my new shirt. Hold on whilst I change!"
"Ohhh, that's a pretty bra Lisa, where did you get it?" Came another voice Hermione knew as Emma Kain.
"Do you like it? It's from that place in Hogsmead that sells all kinds of lingerie. Ohh, they have these gorgeous pink silk sets with white lace! Special offer too, Ill show you next time we visit the town."
Hermione's mouth hung open. Why now, when she had Malfoy hidden behind her curtain, did these two decide to get undressed and discuss underwear? She risked a look at Draco, whose expression pretty much matched hers. His mouth hung open and he was staring at the curtain, as if willing it to be see through or something. Hermione clouted him silently and he shrugged at her. For what seemed like forever Emma and Lisa titivated in the bedrooms, before they finally left (not before having a heart to heart about it being 'that time of the month', which almost finished Hermione's nerves off). When she was sure they left she suddenly became aware that she was laying right next to Draco. Yelping suddenly she leaped off the bed and through the curtain. Draco swept the curtain open and sat on the end of the bed, grinning wolfishly.
"Your right Hermione. I think staying in the Gryfindor girls dorm is a great idea! Better than 'wasting away' at Slytherin." He sneered. Hermione bit her lip. This wasn't good. She now realised having Draco staying here was a real bad in fact. If the girls ever found out Draco had overheard them she was dead. Hermione gulped.
"Okay, new plan." She said, tugging at her ears. "Ill get my things and I'll come stay with you. It just won't do having a male in here."
"Awww, But I'm all at home now. Nice comfy bed, surrounded by lovely girls, a bunny girl all to myself. ouch!" Draco was cut short as Hermione grabbed him by the arm and yanked him off her bed. Hurriedly she grabbed her overnight bag, packed spare clothes (she made Draco shut his eyes when she packed her underpants), stuffed as many books as she her bag would allow then she frog marched a protesting Draco Malfoy out of the Gryfindor common rooms. She did however find it difficult to be angry with him when she caught sight of his fluffy tail. She giggled to herself at him as she pushed him along. Before long they arrived at the Slytherin dungeons. This time is was Draco's turn to tell Hermione to cover her ears. Glumly she clamped her hands over the sides of her head. Draco gave her a funny look and pointed at her comical furry ears poking out of the top of her head.
"Those as well." He ordered.
"What? I only have one pair of hands you dummy!" Hermione snapped, quite pleased that even though she had her normal ears covered up these bunny ears still worked. Draco sighed to himself and reached up and grabbed her furry ears. Hermione felt a little silly having Draco squishing her bunny ears flat. He turned about and with his hands still in place murmured the password to a blackened brick wall. A secret entrance revealed itself and they clambered inside.
As with the Gryfindor common room, this one was empty as well. All students during the day tended to be in class or at study in the library. Hermione looked about, it was dark in here, the only light being cast from a roaring fire, which was enchanted to be a pale shade of green.
"Oh no." Hermione suddenly didn't feel good at all. It occurred to her that she hadn't been to the toilet since breakfast. This is where this bad situation suddenly become unbearable. Draco looked at her, and Hermione may have been mistaken to think he was a little concerned.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Um.Er..Oh Gods. Its.." Hermione turned the deepest shade of red and twisted the magical string in her hands.
"Are you unwell?"
"No, well. It's just." She dropped her voice to a whisper "I need to visit the ladies room."
"Oh. Right." Draco looked mortified. The last thing he wanted to do was stand next to Hermione as she was going for a piss, or ever worse, she could need to..
"Stop looking at me like that!" Hermione sobbed, feeling totally foolish. Draco rolled his eyes and lead her down some cold flagstone steps into the boys dorm. At the back of the rooms where a few heavy oak doors.
"Those are the toilets. Umm. This string isn't very long. I'm going to have to come in with you." Now Draco looked a little worried. He loved teasing Granger, and this must be awful for her, and it would have been great if only it wasn't as equally awful on him as well. Draco made a mental note to drink as little as possible over the week, cutting his toilet visits down considerably.
Looking a mild shade of green Hermione wandered into the toilets. Unlike the men's rooms in the muggle world this one was clean, sparkling even and had a fresh perfumed aroma. A scent Hermione couldn't quite place. Not that she cared.
"Okay. You have to close your eyes, and cover your ears! Ill let you know when I'm finished!" And she pushed open a cubicle door. Draco crammed into the cubicle too and locked the door, before turning about and grinning stupidly at Hermione. "Turn around you moron!" She barked. Draco went "Oh yeah" and turned to face the door, he squeezed shut his eyes, put his hands over his ears and started to hum a tune to himself. He really hoped nobody came in. Even in Hogwarts it would look weird having two people tied together with bunny ears and tail crammed into a single cubicle in the mens room. 'Why me?' Draco thought to himself.
Hermione rushed like she had never rushed before, and probably broke a few records for the fastest wee in England. If things where bad now they where now about to get worse. "Oh no!" She moaned. There was no toilet paper, typical bloody rotten luck. For a split second she considered getting her wand out, it would be easy to levitate a roll in here. But she hesitated, every time she used her wand something 'funny' (or was that 'bunny'?) happened. And Malfoy's wand seems to have died too. It must be the effects of the string. There was nothing for it. She tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"NO! Don't turn about yet!!!!" She yelled as Draco made to move.
"Oh, well, what is it then?" He said, taking his hands away from his ears, but still facing the door.
"I uh.. Can I borrow your handkerchief?"
"I guess." He dug into his pocket and held it put behind him. Hermione grabbed it gratefully, did the deed and was done. She tapped Draco again to tell him to open the door and they shuffled out. Both of them where bright red, and found it hard to look each other in the eye the same way again after sharing an experience like that. As they wandered from the toilets to the common room Draco asked if he could have his hanky back.
"Have it back? Why?" Hermione asked, repulsion spread all over her face.
"I want it cleaned." Draco said.
"Yeeew, gross! Why would you want to use it after that?"
"What do you mean? You did just wipe you nose with it right? Granger?" Draco suddenly looked very serious. Hermione felt there had been a terrible misunderstanding. She thought Draco knew she wanted to it as toilet roll replacement.
"Umm. No. I flushed it afterwards too." Hermione looked at the floor and willed a great big hole to open up and swallow her whole, preferably severing the string at the same time. What good would it be to fall intro a bottomless pit in Draco was going to be pulled in after her?
"Granger you stupid cow! That was my father's silk handkerchief from his days at Hogwarts! If he finds out a mudblood wiped her ass on it and then flushed it down the toilet!" Draco covered his eyes "I'm going to get such a beating!"
"Look, it was a simple mistake. Maybe we can convince Moaning Myrtle to go find it, or maybe we could.. Um.. Are you okay?" Hermione was shocked, totally stunned to see Draco looking genuinely upset. He sat shakily on the arm of a nearby sofa and looked as white as a sheet, his ice sharp eyes now misty and soft, his usual sneer gone. Hermione had no idea what to do! She sat next to him and put her arm about him. At first he froze up, and almost shrugged her off, but something inside him made him change his mind, and he let her arm stay put. Maybe it was because nobody had ever put an arm about him, or tried to comfort him.
"Its, its not that it was of much value. Its just" Draco looked sadly at the floor "It meant a lot to Father. Father can get so 'angry' when I misplace his things." He shuddered, memories of a battered childhood spent hiding in the dark corners of his mansion home ran through his mind. Hermione said nothing, not too sure what to say. She felt unusual to see him upset like this. Hermione reached into her robes and pulled out a handkerchief, and pressed in kindly into his hand. He smiled at her and wiped his nose.
"Thanks.....Hermione." He said.
"No problem Draco." She smiled at him. She had never heard Draco use her first name before. She guessed when you share a toilet with someone you should at least be on first name terms.
Draco sat looking at his hands for a few minuets, trying to forget about the lost hanky. Lost hanky??? "Wait a minuet!" he yelled, leaping from the sofa. "You had a hanky of your own?"
"Ummm."
"You had your own hanky and you used MINE?"
"It's an expensive hanky Draco, I couldn't flush it." Hermione waved her hands urgently, trying to calm him down. Draco looked angrily from the hanky to the fire, the back to the hanky again. He grinned and very evil grin.
"Your right, it is too nice to flush. Let's burn it!" And he strode purposely towards the fireplace.
"Nooooooooo. Draco Don't!" Hermione leapt off the sofa and grabbed his arm, trying desperately to hold him back. "It's my mothers!" She cried.
"Oh, really?" Draco dragged a protesting Hermione behind him, he was much stronger than she was and was making good progress across the room. Hermione panicked, she had to save her hanky! Without even thinking she grabbed at Draco's fuzzy tail and pulled hard. He howled loudly, and dropped the hanky, Hermione snatched it up and tried to run, which was stupid really since she couldn't get far. They ran around and around the sofa, Hermione screaming childishly and smacking Draco's hands away. He made a last ditch effort and grabbed at her floppy ears that streamed behind her. They crashed painfully onto the carpet, the hanky flew from Hermione's hands and floated (rather dramatically) into the fire, where it caught fire instantly and disappeared up the chimney in a waft of smoke.
"Ha!" Cried Draco triumphantly "Now I think we are even." He sat on the floor next to Hermione and beamed at her. Hermione didn't move. She had hit her head on the coal shuttle next to the fire and was out cold, face down, her furry ears drooped limply over her head.
"Oh no." Draco breathed, placing his hand on Hermione. This was serious!
**~** These two don't seem to be having much luck. At least they seem to be on friendly terms now (if you call destroying each others stuff friendly ^_^) Anyway, chapter 4 probably up later on today. (I'm at work, I have tons of time to write fics. Heh) Thank you so much for everybody who read and reviewed, it makes it all worthwhile to know people are enjoying it so far, and yes, you have all the other stuff to look forward to. I could never imagine being tied to a man for a week, I would go crazy! Poor Hermione ^_^ I also corrected chapter 2 for spellings, apologies for that.**~**