*Can't Get Any Worse Than This - By Angel Ally*
*Summary: As part of a student trust project, Professor Dumbledore locks in a room two representatives from each house together for a week to ensure friendship and awareness throughout Hogwarts. And thats where things go horribly wrong ...*
*Harry*
I can't believe that I am saying this, but I will never forgive Dumbledore. Locking me and Hermione up with Malfoy? His nerve!
It's been a day since we were trapped up in the Room of Requirement, and me and Ernie Macmillian were already noticing strange things about the rich, blonde snob who strutted around happily. He was always looking at Hermione, with this knowing , cheesy grin with made it seem as though he was up to something.
See, this whole Hermione/Draco buisness started on our first night here together. Dumbledore had cast a spell on the room so that we didn't get all we desired, and seeing as we all wanted a bed, there ended up four beds and a sleeping bag on the floor in the corner. Seeing as everyone thinks I'm a physco nowadays, I got a bed to myself. Showy Miss Clearwater snatched the sleeping bag. That left Hermione, Hannah Abbot, Parvati's sister Padma, Ernie and Draco.
Due to obvious reasons, we put Padma in with Hannah, and Ernie got his own bed - so Draco and Hermione had to share. And it was terrible. She moaned, cried, shivered and kept looking a Draco as though she was scared of him. Which she is, because one of his fathers fellow Death Eaters tried to kill her the previous year.
And then it was night, and Hermione got changed into her nightdress and sat on the floor. Malfoy was continuesly watching her, as though daring my friend to come into bed. And thats all I knew then until tiredness overtoke me and I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to find Hermione shivering in the corner, looking scared. Her hair was a total mess, and she was eying Draco wearily. I wasn't too sure anymore. What could Draco be doing to Hermione that would frighten her?
And then it hit me. He wouldn't ... he couldn't ... it was too disgusting ...
*
Now we know the truth.
This morning Hermione came over to me and whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "We need to talk, Harry. NOW." I just stared as a secret anti-chamber appered beside us. I'd forgotten that this was the Room of Requirement.
Hermione led me in, and locked the door behind us. "Harry," she stammered, "It's ... D .. Draco."
"What has he done?" I replied desperatly, shaking her slighty, "Whats he done to you? He hasn't ..."
She nodded.
*Summary: As part of a student trust project, Professor Dumbledore locks in a room two representatives from each house together for a week to ensure friendship and awareness throughout Hogwarts. And thats where things go horribly wrong ...*
*Harry*
I can't believe that I am saying this, but I will never forgive Dumbledore. Locking me and Hermione up with Malfoy? His nerve!
It's been a day since we were trapped up in the Room of Requirement, and me and Ernie Macmillian were already noticing strange things about the rich, blonde snob who strutted around happily. He was always looking at Hermione, with this knowing , cheesy grin with made it seem as though he was up to something.
See, this whole Hermione/Draco buisness started on our first night here together. Dumbledore had cast a spell on the room so that we didn't get all we desired, and seeing as we all wanted a bed, there ended up four beds and a sleeping bag on the floor in the corner. Seeing as everyone thinks I'm a physco nowadays, I got a bed to myself. Showy Miss Clearwater snatched the sleeping bag. That left Hermione, Hannah Abbot, Parvati's sister Padma, Ernie and Draco.
Due to obvious reasons, we put Padma in with Hannah, and Ernie got his own bed - so Draco and Hermione had to share. And it was terrible. She moaned, cried, shivered and kept looking a Draco as though she was scared of him. Which she is, because one of his fathers fellow Death Eaters tried to kill her the previous year.
And then it was night, and Hermione got changed into her nightdress and sat on the floor. Malfoy was continuesly watching her, as though daring my friend to come into bed. And thats all I knew then until tiredness overtoke me and I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to find Hermione shivering in the corner, looking scared. Her hair was a total mess, and she was eying Draco wearily. I wasn't too sure anymore. What could Draco be doing to Hermione that would frighten her?
And then it hit me. He wouldn't ... he couldn't ... it was too disgusting ...
*
Now we know the truth.
This morning Hermione came over to me and whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "We need to talk, Harry. NOW." I just stared as a secret anti-chamber appered beside us. I'd forgotten that this was the Room of Requirement.
Hermione led me in, and locked the door behind us. "Harry," she stammered, "It's ... D .. Draco."
"What has he done?" I replied desperatly, shaking her slighty, "Whats he done to you? He hasn't ..."
She nodded.