*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 ...*
A/N : Thanks to all That Have Reviewed, Special Thanx to:
three-days-grace : Sure, I'll try to make Draco nicer if I can, what with the way the plots going ...
wildchartermage : Lets Just say you're on the right lines ...
Princess of Darkness6 : Ahhh ... but that would be oh too obvious!
three-days-grace (Again) : Well, When I said it was set in the third year, I suddenly thought, who said Penelope Clearwater was in the same year as Percy? If she was a Fifth Year when Perce was a Seventh, then the fact that Hermione was nearly killed is in a chapter in Book 5, so this Story is mild OOTP spoiler ...
*Draco*
I Stared as a small tray with eight cups of soup upon it was shoved under the door. Why did they torture us?
It was our third day of Life together, and already the others were going out of their minds. The Ravenclaws had attempted to cheer up the Hufflepuff's by performing a Visionelefious Charm to create a projection on the blank wall, but it soon dissapeared, and ever since the service around here has worsened.
As of the first night, Granger had been very cautious. I wondered if the tablets in my trunk would help ..
That night, as Granger stationed herself a good metre and a half away from me, I reached into my suitcase and recovered the small pack of muggle tablets I had found in a Illegal Muggle store. I still wasn't totally sure about what they were, but if it helped the scare her, it would be extremely useful and wouldn't be a waste of the millions of muggle currency that my house-elf Millie had sneaked from the cellar at the Manor.
Hermione watched me wide-eyed as I ripped of the top and picked up a small, powdery pill.
"What are those?" She whispered, her voice croaky.
I glanced up, "Beats me, Mudblood. I just know they may have a use." Her huge brown eyes, if possible, got even larger. She looked at the box closely, trying to identify them, but she didn't suceed.
"What are you going to do with those, you filthy git?" she snarled, and then instantly put her hands over her mouth, "Sorry." she muttered in apology.
I was shocked. She was actually standing up for herself. That handn't happened yet. Mind you, she didn't really know what was happening to her.
I handed her the small tablet and a glass of water. She looked at it closely, and then through it across the room. It hit that tart Pansy Parkinson on the head (who was sleeping on the floor) and rolled out of sight.
"Great," I groaned. It was a waste of expensive produce, "But not to worry, Hermione. Have another."
She turned to look at me, and I shoved the tablet down her throat. She coughed and spluttered, her eyes watering, and snatched the glass of water from me and gulped it down to wash away the taste. She immediatly feel unconcious. I pulled her closer ...
At least, I thought she was unconcious.
*Hermione*
I awoke on our fourth morning to find an odd sensation in my throat. That worm Malfoys hand was resting over my hair. I shook him off. He was sick.
I glanced out of the window, and relised the odd taste swishing through my mouth. The room that had appeared when I had confessed what Draco was doing to Harry was still there. I slipped inside, and dragged in Malfoy as he walked past to collect his porridge.
"What, Herm?" he coughed; I released his collar.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" I demanded, "Doing the dirty, giving me mints ..."
"Mints?" Echoed Malfoy, looking dazed. My temper rose. He was bluffing.
"Yes, mints! I'm allergic to them! I could have gone into a coma or collapsed or ... or ..."
"Those tablets were mints?"
I looked at him. Honestly, I actually belived him. "I thought they were drugs." he continued, and sighed, "Herm, I am really sorry."
I glared at him, "Will you stop calling me that?"
"I have rights, don't I?"
"Even Harry doesn't ..." I broke off, looking at the expression of disgust that had overtaken Malfoys confused face.
"Can't you just forget about that ... that ..." he demanded angrily.
"Why should I? We're friends, and thats all ... don't look at me like that!"
"Why can't I? Harry this, Harry that, can't you ever think about ME for a change?"
I stopped thinking up cruel retorts. "You? Why would I be thinking about you?"
"Because .. well ... here ..." murmed Draco, his face looming closer ...
He kissed me. All went peaceful for a few moments ... It felt so good ...
And then there was a flash and my eyes blurred as daylight streamed in. I refocused my eyes, my lips still attached to Draco's.
Harry froze in the doorway.
*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 ...*
A/N : Thanks to all That Have Reviewed, Special Thanx to:
three-days-grace : Sure, I'll try to make Draco nicer if I can, what with the way the plots going ...
wildchartermage : Lets Just say you're on the right lines ...
Princess of Darkness6 : Ahhh ... but that would be oh too obvious!
three-days-grace (Again) : Well, When I said it was set in the third year, I suddenly thought, who said Penelope Clearwater was in the same year as Percy? If she was a Fifth Year when Perce was a Seventh, then the fact that Hermione was nearly killed is in a chapter in Book 5, so this Story is mild OOTP spoiler ...
*Draco*
I Stared as a small tray with eight cups of soup upon it was shoved under the door. Why did they torture us?
It was our third day of Life together, and already the others were going out of their minds. The Ravenclaws had attempted to cheer up the Hufflepuff's by performing a Visionelefious Charm to create a projection on the blank wall, but it soon dissapeared, and ever since the service around here has worsened.
As of the first night, Granger had been very cautious. I wondered if the tablets in my trunk would help ..
That night, as Granger stationed herself a good metre and a half away from me, I reached into my suitcase and recovered the small pack of muggle tablets I had found in a Illegal Muggle store. I still wasn't totally sure about what they were, but if it helped the scare her, it would be extremely useful and wouldn't be a waste of the millions of muggle currency that my house-elf Millie had sneaked from the cellar at the Manor.
Hermione watched me wide-eyed as I ripped of the top and picked up a small, powdery pill.
"What are those?" She whispered, her voice croaky.
I glanced up, "Beats me, Mudblood. I just know they may have a use." Her huge brown eyes, if possible, got even larger. She looked at the box closely, trying to identify them, but she didn't suceed.
"What are you going to do with those, you filthy git?" she snarled, and then instantly put her hands over her mouth, "Sorry." she muttered in apology.
I was shocked. She was actually standing up for herself. That handn't happened yet. Mind you, she didn't really know what was happening to her.
I handed her the small tablet and a glass of water. She looked at it closely, and then through it across the room. It hit that tart Pansy Parkinson on the head (who was sleeping on the floor) and rolled out of sight.
"Great," I groaned. It was a waste of expensive produce, "But not to worry, Hermione. Have another."
She turned to look at me, and I shoved the tablet down her throat. She coughed and spluttered, her eyes watering, and snatched the glass of water from me and gulped it down to wash away the taste. She immediatly feel unconcious. I pulled her closer ...
At least, I thought she was unconcious.
*Hermione*
I awoke on our fourth morning to find an odd sensation in my throat. That worm Malfoys hand was resting over my hair. I shook him off. He was sick.
I glanced out of the window, and relised the odd taste swishing through my mouth. The room that had appeared when I had confessed what Draco was doing to Harry was still there. I slipped inside, and dragged in Malfoy as he walked past to collect his porridge.
"What, Herm?" he coughed; I released his collar.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" I demanded, "Doing the dirty, giving me mints ..."
"Mints?" Echoed Malfoy, looking dazed. My temper rose. He was bluffing.
"Yes, mints! I'm allergic to them! I could have gone into a coma or collapsed or ... or ..."
"Those tablets were mints?"
I looked at him. Honestly, I actually belived him. "I thought they were drugs." he continued, and sighed, "Herm, I am really sorry."
I glared at him, "Will you stop calling me that?"
"I have rights, don't I?"
"Even Harry doesn't ..." I broke off, looking at the expression of disgust that had overtaken Malfoys confused face.
"Can't you just forget about that ... that ..." he demanded angrily.
"Why should I? We're friends, and thats all ... don't look at me like that!"
"Why can't I? Harry this, Harry that, can't you ever think about ME for a change?"
I stopped thinking up cruel retorts. "You? Why would I be thinking about you?"
"Because .. well ... here ..." murmed Draco, his face looming closer ...
He kissed me. All went peaceful for a few moments ... It felt so good ...
And then there was a flash and my eyes blurred as daylight streamed in. I refocused my eyes, my lips still attached to Draco's.
Harry froze in the doorway.