Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, but like everyone else, I wish I did.
Author's Note: I intrigue myself sometimes snickers
Chapter 6:
"What do you mean the door's gone. The door can't gone, we just came through it." Malfoy looked at Hermione like she was stupid.
"Well do you see one?" she pointed where they had entered, his eyes following. When Malfoy's eyes hit the wall his mouth dropped.
"THE BLOODY DOOR IS GONE!!!!!" he yelled, jumping to his feet.
"Yes, Malfoy we already agreed on that."
He looked over at her and scowled. "Well how the bloody hell are we gonna get out!"
"Would you watch your mouth, its not nice to curse in front of a lady," she said matter-of-factly.
"I can curse if I want to, Mudblood. Now how THE BLOODY HELL are we gonna get out!" he put an emphasis on the words 'the bloody hell' making Hermione scowl.
"Think of it this way, if we can't get out then the centaurs can't get in."
"Speaking of centaurs, why did you kick me back there?"
"Because, you inconsiderate idiot, insulting a centaur is not a wise thing to do. We would have been dead in the blink of an eye."
"Well they deserve to be insulted. They are nothing more than half-blood beasts!!!"
"NO THEY'RE NOT!!!! THEY ARE INTELLIGENT BEINGS, PROBABLY MORE INTELLIGENT THAN HUMANS WILL EVER BE!!!!" Hermione and Malfoy were now standing so close to each other that their foreheads were and inch apart, fists clenched. They were both panting from the range running through their veins, and the fast break that they had just made.
"WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING THOSE IDIOTS WHEN THEY JUST TRIED TO KILL US!"
Hermione, not want to be that close to Malfoy anymore, went and sat in a chair at the table. Plus, she had been clenching her fists so hard that her hand began to bleed again. "Even though they tried to kill us, the deserve respect. They are very proud creatures, and very smart ones at that." she stated as she ripped a part of her robes, and wrapping it around her hand.
Malfoy punched the wall with the hand that he had most likely broken, forgetting that the wall was stone and that his wrist had to have been broken.
Hermione saw the pain on his face as he slid down the wall cursing. She hesitated before walking over to him, helping him up, and then sitting him at the table. She looked around the room for something to use as a brace. She picked up a chair and broke of a leg using her wand. She then took the leg and, using her wand, cut it into a small enough strip to use on his wrist. She was about to rip another piece of clothe when she remember that this was for Malfoy.
"Give me the end of your robe," she demanded holding out her hand.
"Why?" he asked with the puzzled look her had had on since she helped him up.
"Because I need it to make a splint."
Malfoy hesitated, looking from his robes to Hermione's outstretched hand. After much internal debating he grabbed the end of his robe and handed it Hermione.
She took it and ripped a piece of the end. She took the wood, held it to his wrist, and firmly tied the clothe around it.
"There." Hermione said, looking at what she had done, with the look of accomplishment on her face. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Malfoy stared at the ground, then at Hermione, "Yeah," Hermione looked at Malfoy surprised that she was actually going to get a thank you from him. "Don't ever touch, or help me again. I could have don't that fine by myself."
"Why you inconsiderate little prat!"
Malfoy just shrugged, walked over to the beds, and stared at them. He was not going to sleep with Hermione right there, he had to get the beds apart. He began to push and tug at the bed on the left. After about five minutes he stopped and turned to Hermione.
"A little help wouldn't hurt."
All Hermione did was look at him, then she spoke. "I thought you didn't want me to help you ever again," mock toned every one of her words. Malfoy glared at her before returning to his attempt of moving the beds apart. Hermione just smirked at him.
Time, though neither of them knew how much, had passed and both teens didn't speak a word to each other until Hermione broke the silence.
"We have no kitchen."
"Very good Granger, you know I thought that being the smarty-pants you are you would have figured that out by now."
"No you git. Without a kitchen, we have no food, and without a door we can't go out and get any."
"So, we will just our wands a make some."
"O of course, I forgot about our wands," Hermione had been so sarcastic that she surprised even herself. "Now since it was your idea, I am guessing you know the spell, so go on then lets here it."
"I-I thought you knew one. Because you are book-worm Granger."
"Well you thought wrong now, didn't you?"
"So then what are we supposed to eat?"
"How the bloody hell do I know." she said waving her arm in the air.
"Language Granger, I don't like it when people curse in front of me." he smirked at himself as he mocked Hermione's statement she made earlier.
Hermione glared at him before turning to the table and tracing the wood of the table with her hands.
"What time is it?" Hermione was becoming hungry and knew that it must be nearing breakfast time soon. Her stomach was growling and everyone in a while she heard
"It's-" Malfoy looked at his watch, and nearly passed out. When his hand had been trampled so had his watch. "-broken."
"What?"
"My watch, it's broken. When that bloody centaur ran over my hand he broke my watch."
Hermione just sat there dumbfounded. No watch, no time, no food, no anything. And to top it all off she was stuck in the room with the person she hated most. Hermione was just thinking about Harry, Ron, and the rest of her friends. She was thinking about their reactions of seeing her missing, when something interrupted her thoughts.
"What the?" Hermione said getting up from the ground. Something had appeared on the table and it had knocked her backwards off her chair.
The sight made Hermione's mouth drop. Sitting on the table were plates of food. Pumpkin juice, porridge, toast and marmalade, cereal, and any other breakfast food imaginable. By this time Malfoy was standing at Hermione's side.
"Do you think it is safe to eat?" Malfoy asked picking up the jar of marmalade and wafting it.
"I don't know,"
"Well it seems fine to me." He took a bowl and scooped himself some porridge and began to eat. Hermione just stared at the food, she was very hungry, so why not? She sat down across from Malfoy and began to eat.
"Hey Granger, why did you wrap my wrist up earlier." Malfoy asked before biting into a piece of toast.
Hermione stared at him before answering. "Just because I hate you doesn't mean that I don't feel,"
"Veel" Malfoy asked with a mouth full of cereal.
"Yes, you prat, feel. You know I have feelings, I can tell when someone is hurt, and when they need help. Besides," she took a swig of pumpkin juice. "It would have been wrong not too." Malfoy just stared at her with his spoon raised to his mouth.
Author's Note: So there you have it, Chapter 6. The night is still young and I might just right Chapter 7. I am going to try to explain this room they are in as much as I can, but if you have any questions about it feel free to ask! I would like to thank a few reviewers personally:
Chelsea Frog: Glad you like the story so much! Describing is important to me and I am glad that you like how it fits into my story. I am glad that you noticed I update fast, it frustrates me that others don't!
Applescm: Glad you are into the story, tis what I strive for, and hoped for.
Monkeystarz: Thanks for the comment on my style of writing. Yeah, I know there are those errors, I get into writing it that they just pass right by me!
To the rest of you who reviewed, I am glad you like the story and hope you all keep reading.
Oh and to Monk526: You are such a fool! just to let you all know he is my brother You can be so weird sometimes!
Looks at time, maybe I can get another chapter in tonight, who knows! [=)
Author's Note: I intrigue myself sometimes snickers
Chapter 6:
"What do you mean the door's gone. The door can't gone, we just came through it." Malfoy looked at Hermione like she was stupid.
"Well do you see one?" she pointed where they had entered, his eyes following. When Malfoy's eyes hit the wall his mouth dropped.
"THE BLOODY DOOR IS GONE!!!!!" he yelled, jumping to his feet.
"Yes, Malfoy we already agreed on that."
He looked over at her and scowled. "Well how the bloody hell are we gonna get out!"
"Would you watch your mouth, its not nice to curse in front of a lady," she said matter-of-factly.
"I can curse if I want to, Mudblood. Now how THE BLOODY HELL are we gonna get out!" he put an emphasis on the words 'the bloody hell' making Hermione scowl.
"Think of it this way, if we can't get out then the centaurs can't get in."
"Speaking of centaurs, why did you kick me back there?"
"Because, you inconsiderate idiot, insulting a centaur is not a wise thing to do. We would have been dead in the blink of an eye."
"Well they deserve to be insulted. They are nothing more than half-blood beasts!!!"
"NO THEY'RE NOT!!!! THEY ARE INTELLIGENT BEINGS, PROBABLY MORE INTELLIGENT THAN HUMANS WILL EVER BE!!!!" Hermione and Malfoy were now standing so close to each other that their foreheads were and inch apart, fists clenched. They were both panting from the range running through their veins, and the fast break that they had just made.
"WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING THOSE IDIOTS WHEN THEY JUST TRIED TO KILL US!"
Hermione, not want to be that close to Malfoy anymore, went and sat in a chair at the table. Plus, she had been clenching her fists so hard that her hand began to bleed again. "Even though they tried to kill us, the deserve respect. They are very proud creatures, and very smart ones at that." she stated as she ripped a part of her robes, and wrapping it around her hand.
Malfoy punched the wall with the hand that he had most likely broken, forgetting that the wall was stone and that his wrist had to have been broken.
Hermione saw the pain on his face as he slid down the wall cursing. She hesitated before walking over to him, helping him up, and then sitting him at the table. She looked around the room for something to use as a brace. She picked up a chair and broke of a leg using her wand. She then took the leg and, using her wand, cut it into a small enough strip to use on his wrist. She was about to rip another piece of clothe when she remember that this was for Malfoy.
"Give me the end of your robe," she demanded holding out her hand.
"Why?" he asked with the puzzled look her had had on since she helped him up.
"Because I need it to make a splint."
Malfoy hesitated, looking from his robes to Hermione's outstretched hand. After much internal debating he grabbed the end of his robe and handed it Hermione.
She took it and ripped a piece of the end. She took the wood, held it to his wrist, and firmly tied the clothe around it.
"There." Hermione said, looking at what she had done, with the look of accomplishment on her face. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Malfoy stared at the ground, then at Hermione, "Yeah," Hermione looked at Malfoy surprised that she was actually going to get a thank you from him. "Don't ever touch, or help me again. I could have don't that fine by myself."
"Why you inconsiderate little prat!"
Malfoy just shrugged, walked over to the beds, and stared at them. He was not going to sleep with Hermione right there, he had to get the beds apart. He began to push and tug at the bed on the left. After about five minutes he stopped and turned to Hermione.
"A little help wouldn't hurt."
All Hermione did was look at him, then she spoke. "I thought you didn't want me to help you ever again," mock toned every one of her words. Malfoy glared at her before returning to his attempt of moving the beds apart. Hermione just smirked at him.
Time, though neither of them knew how much, had passed and both teens didn't speak a word to each other until Hermione broke the silence.
"We have no kitchen."
"Very good Granger, you know I thought that being the smarty-pants you are you would have figured that out by now."
"No you git. Without a kitchen, we have no food, and without a door we can't go out and get any."
"So, we will just our wands a make some."
"O of course, I forgot about our wands," Hermione had been so sarcastic that she surprised even herself. "Now since it was your idea, I am guessing you know the spell, so go on then lets here it."
"I-I thought you knew one. Because you are book-worm Granger."
"Well you thought wrong now, didn't you?"
"So then what are we supposed to eat?"
"How the bloody hell do I know." she said waving her arm in the air.
"Language Granger, I don't like it when people curse in front of me." he smirked at himself as he mocked Hermione's statement she made earlier.
Hermione glared at him before turning to the table and tracing the wood of the table with her hands.
"What time is it?" Hermione was becoming hungry and knew that it must be nearing breakfast time soon. Her stomach was growling and everyone in a while she heard
"It's-" Malfoy looked at his watch, and nearly passed out. When his hand had been trampled so had his watch. "-broken."
"What?"
"My watch, it's broken. When that bloody centaur ran over my hand he broke my watch."
Hermione just sat there dumbfounded. No watch, no time, no food, no anything. And to top it all off she was stuck in the room with the person she hated most. Hermione was just thinking about Harry, Ron, and the rest of her friends. She was thinking about their reactions of seeing her missing, when something interrupted her thoughts.
"What the?" Hermione said getting up from the ground. Something had appeared on the table and it had knocked her backwards off her chair.
The sight made Hermione's mouth drop. Sitting on the table were plates of food. Pumpkin juice, porridge, toast and marmalade, cereal, and any other breakfast food imaginable. By this time Malfoy was standing at Hermione's side.
"Do you think it is safe to eat?" Malfoy asked picking up the jar of marmalade and wafting it.
"I don't know,"
"Well it seems fine to me." He took a bowl and scooped himself some porridge and began to eat. Hermione just stared at the food, she was very hungry, so why not? She sat down across from Malfoy and began to eat.
"Hey Granger, why did you wrap my wrist up earlier." Malfoy asked before biting into a piece of toast.
Hermione stared at him before answering. "Just because I hate you doesn't mean that I don't feel,"
"Veel" Malfoy asked with a mouth full of cereal.
"Yes, you prat, feel. You know I have feelings, I can tell when someone is hurt, and when they need help. Besides," she took a swig of pumpkin juice. "It would have been wrong not too." Malfoy just stared at her with his spoon raised to his mouth.
Author's Note: So there you have it, Chapter 6. The night is still young and I might just right Chapter 7. I am going to try to explain this room they are in as much as I can, but if you have any questions about it feel free to ask! I would like to thank a few reviewers personally:
Chelsea Frog: Glad you like the story so much! Describing is important to me and I am glad that you like how it fits into my story. I am glad that you noticed I update fast, it frustrates me that others don't!
Applescm: Glad you are into the story, tis what I strive for, and hoped for.
Monkeystarz: Thanks for the comment on my style of writing. Yeah, I know there are those errors, I get into writing it that they just pass right by me!
To the rest of you who reviewed, I am glad you like the story and hope you all keep reading.
Oh and to Monk526: You are such a fool! just to let you all know he is my brother You can be so weird sometimes!
Looks at time, maybe I can get another chapter in tonight, who knows! [=)