Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter but, like everyone else, I wish I did.
Author's Note: I would have posted this last night, but once again I forgot to save, and it was erased. I would also like to let you all know that I will be going on vacation until next Sunday, and won't be updating till then. I am going to write there, and when I come back, I will type it all up and post it. So, without further a dew, here is Chapter 7!
Chapter 7:
The rest of the meal was spent in silence. Both teens avoiding the others gaze. How long they ate, neither knew, for neither had a watch, well one that worked that is. After they finished eating they sat staring at the table, when suddenly the remains of the food left the table leaving it as it was before, spotless.
Hermione yawned, and decided that it would be best if she got some sleep, she had to have been up for 24 hours. She strolled lazily over to the bed on the right and laid down.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like Malfoy? I am going to try a sleep, we must have been up for 24 hours." She yawned turning on her side. "You being quiet would be greatly appreciated." With that she closed her eyes and fell instantly asleep, while Malfoy sat mouthing a mock of her last words.
SMACK
"Ouch, jeese, what was that for?"
"Malfoy?"
"Who else? All I did was wake you up, and you hit me?"
"Well I am not used to waking up with you standing over me." Hermione said as she popped up on her elbow. "What were you doing standing over my bed?"
"Like I said, I was waking you up, lunch had arrived." He said, pointing to the table, Hermione following his hand. Hermione got up, chuckling to herself.
On the table sat a plate of turkey and cheese finger sandwiched, a jug of pumpkin juice, and a small bowl of pudding.
"What are you laughing at?"
"The fact that you actually woke me up instead of eating it all yourself."
"Yeah well I figure two things. One:," he held up a finger. "Who knows how long we are going to be here, so we might as well try" he shuddered a bit, "To get along. And two:" he held up another finger. "Just because I hate you doesn't mean that I am cruel, and won't let someone eat."
"Could've fooled me."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I have never heard you say anything decent to me, or any other Gryffindor. Come to think of it, any one, well except the Slytherins." Hermione said, helping herself to a sandwich. "Well who knows how you treat the other Slytherins. You probably act like the king of your common room, and treat everyone else like they are your servants."
"If you must know Mudblood," Hermione scowled. "I only treat people with respect that deserve it. Those who don't deserve it, like yourself, don't get my respect." Hermione was about to throw the plate of sandwiches at him, but decided against it. She just decided to snort instead.
Neither of them talked through the rest of the meal. Hermione was in deep thought and Malfoy was annoyed, and bored. It wasn't until the food vanished that Hermione broke the silence.
"I was just wondering," She paused, deciding whether or not to continue.
"Yeah?"
"Never mind." Hermione got up, walked over to, and sat down on what she now thought to be her bed. She doubted that Malfoy would want to sleep, let alone touch, something that she had already slept in.
"No, you were going to ask me something, what was it?" He followed Hermione over to the beds and sat opposite her on his own bed.
"Well, I was just wondering why you think of yourself and all pure-blood wizards to be higher up than muggle-borns."
Malfoy sat thinking for a moment before answering. "Well, when I was little I was taught to think that, and plus it makes since. Pure-blood wizards, like myself, are higher up because we have pure blood and are not related to those dimwitted muggles in any way, shape, or form. And muggle-borns," he was about to add 'like yourself' but didn't want to be hit twice in one day, "or, half bloods are lower than pure-bloods because they are related to those stupid muggles. There for their blood is dirty."
Hermione snorted in disgust before saying, "You can be so thick sometimes it amazes me."
Malfoy took a breath ready to make a good comeback, but a popping noise came from across the room that interrupted him. Both Hermione and Malfoy turned to see that a door had appeared directly across the room.
"Do you think-"
"I don't know." Both teens ran to the door, ready to leave this mysterious room. Malfoy grabbed the handle and threw the door open. Both of their faces dropped.
They didn't find the way out, but they found a bathroom. A bathroom with an old bathtub, sink, and toilet. To the right of the tub was a rack that held two towels. Around the tub was a shower curtain, and stationed above the drain was a shower nozzle.
"A BATHROOM!!! THIS STUPID PLACE GIVES US A BATHROOM BUT NO WAY OUT!!" Malfoy had become enraged at the sight of a bathroom and was ready to punch the wall again when Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Thanks"
"Yeah, so are going to go first, or am I?" Hermione said letting go of his hand.
"Well, what if I don't exactly have to go right now." Draco's voice had calmed down.
"Well I suggest you try. I have the feeling that this isn't going stay around." She pointed at the bathroom.
"Fine, I will go and then you."
Hermione was soon proved right. For no sooner did she close the door did it disappear. Hermione gave Malfoy a smirk of satisfaction that was returned with a scowl.
Hermione laid down on her bed and began to think of what was going on at the castle. It was Sunday, so people were probably running around the grounds talking with their friends. Some were probably at the Quidditch Pitch flying around She wondered what Dumbledore was doing to find herself and Malfoy. She thought of Ron and Harry and hoped that they were studying. She wished that she was stuck with one of them instead of Malfoy. Speaking of Malfoy-
Hermione looked over at him just as he tore another leg off the chair that Hermione had already ruined. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and began carving the wood. Hermione secretly watched him as he wrinkled his brow in concentration.
Hermione was looking around the room sometime later and thought she saw a stone shimmer. True all of the stones shimmered, but this one was different. It was like it did it intentionally. As Hermione began to think why it did this, food appeared on the table, and the thought of the shimmering stone was pushed to the very back of her mind, disappearing in other thoughts.
"It seems that this food is going to be our only means of getting to know the approximate time." Hermione said as she sat down.
"Yeah, so." Malfoy replied as he hid what he had been carving in his robe. Hermione could tell that he was still mad about the bathroom because his voice didn't seem to have calmed down.
"I was just making conversation. Remember you are the one who wanted to try and act a little bit more civil towards each other. But if you don't want to then that is fine by me.
"Oh, sorry, I guess," he put an emphasis on 'I guess' not wanting to be completely nice to her.
"You shouldn't be so sour about that bathroom. Were else would you go if it didn't appear?" Hermione said jokingly.
Malfoy looked at her before they both started to laugh, Hermione her a soft one, and Draco his cold on.
"Did we just sort of bond?" Malfoy asked helping himself to some dinner.
"Why yes mister Malfoy, I believe we did."
Author's Note: Yeah! I don't think that that was the best one, but bare with me. I know were I want the story to go, but I want it to be gradual, I don't want to jump right it to it, it wouldn't be natural. Some of you asked me some questions so here are the answers.
Spammi- There are a couple of reasons they couldn't use the accio spell. One is because they are in a stone room. Remember in the fifth book when Fred and George got their brooms back from Umbridge's office? There were to broom shapes in her door. The food would not have been able to get through the stone. And two: even if they could use the spell, they aren't really thinking straight. They have no idea where they are and are a little scared.
Chelsea Frog- Because non of us really don't know what they are going to learn in the last to years at Hogwarts I assumed Hermione didn't know a healing spell. My reason for this is because the last two years is getting ready for your career I think and we don't know what Hermione will be, or if the medi-wizards learn healing spells in school or not.
Crystal369- WOW! Thanks for putting me on your favorites list, that's great!
I am going to try to explain the room as much as possible in the upcoming chapters, but if you have any questions then pleas ask. I will update as soon as I get back home! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!! [=)
Author's Note: I would have posted this last night, but once again I forgot to save, and it was erased. I would also like to let you all know that I will be going on vacation until next Sunday, and won't be updating till then. I am going to write there, and when I come back, I will type it all up and post it. So, without further a dew, here is Chapter 7!
Chapter 7:
The rest of the meal was spent in silence. Both teens avoiding the others gaze. How long they ate, neither knew, for neither had a watch, well one that worked that is. After they finished eating they sat staring at the table, when suddenly the remains of the food left the table leaving it as it was before, spotless.
Hermione yawned, and decided that it would be best if she got some sleep, she had to have been up for 24 hours. She strolled lazily over to the bed on the right and laid down.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like Malfoy? I am going to try a sleep, we must have been up for 24 hours." She yawned turning on her side. "You being quiet would be greatly appreciated." With that she closed her eyes and fell instantly asleep, while Malfoy sat mouthing a mock of her last words.
SMACK
"Ouch, jeese, what was that for?"
"Malfoy?"
"Who else? All I did was wake you up, and you hit me?"
"Well I am not used to waking up with you standing over me." Hermione said as she popped up on her elbow. "What were you doing standing over my bed?"
"Like I said, I was waking you up, lunch had arrived." He said, pointing to the table, Hermione following his hand. Hermione got up, chuckling to herself.
On the table sat a plate of turkey and cheese finger sandwiched, a jug of pumpkin juice, and a small bowl of pudding.
"What are you laughing at?"
"The fact that you actually woke me up instead of eating it all yourself."
"Yeah well I figure two things. One:," he held up a finger. "Who knows how long we are going to be here, so we might as well try" he shuddered a bit, "To get along. And two:" he held up another finger. "Just because I hate you doesn't mean that I am cruel, and won't let someone eat."
"Could've fooled me."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I have never heard you say anything decent to me, or any other Gryffindor. Come to think of it, any one, well except the Slytherins." Hermione said, helping herself to a sandwich. "Well who knows how you treat the other Slytherins. You probably act like the king of your common room, and treat everyone else like they are your servants."
"If you must know Mudblood," Hermione scowled. "I only treat people with respect that deserve it. Those who don't deserve it, like yourself, don't get my respect." Hermione was about to throw the plate of sandwiches at him, but decided against it. She just decided to snort instead.
Neither of them talked through the rest of the meal. Hermione was in deep thought and Malfoy was annoyed, and bored. It wasn't until the food vanished that Hermione broke the silence.
"I was just wondering," She paused, deciding whether or not to continue.
"Yeah?"
"Never mind." Hermione got up, walked over to, and sat down on what she now thought to be her bed. She doubted that Malfoy would want to sleep, let alone touch, something that she had already slept in.
"No, you were going to ask me something, what was it?" He followed Hermione over to the beds and sat opposite her on his own bed.
"Well, I was just wondering why you think of yourself and all pure-blood wizards to be higher up than muggle-borns."
Malfoy sat thinking for a moment before answering. "Well, when I was little I was taught to think that, and plus it makes since. Pure-blood wizards, like myself, are higher up because we have pure blood and are not related to those dimwitted muggles in any way, shape, or form. And muggle-borns," he was about to add 'like yourself' but didn't want to be hit twice in one day, "or, half bloods are lower than pure-bloods because they are related to those stupid muggles. There for their blood is dirty."
Hermione snorted in disgust before saying, "You can be so thick sometimes it amazes me."
Malfoy took a breath ready to make a good comeback, but a popping noise came from across the room that interrupted him. Both Hermione and Malfoy turned to see that a door had appeared directly across the room.
"Do you think-"
"I don't know." Both teens ran to the door, ready to leave this mysterious room. Malfoy grabbed the handle and threw the door open. Both of their faces dropped.
They didn't find the way out, but they found a bathroom. A bathroom with an old bathtub, sink, and toilet. To the right of the tub was a rack that held two towels. Around the tub was a shower curtain, and stationed above the drain was a shower nozzle.
"A BATHROOM!!! THIS STUPID PLACE GIVES US A BATHROOM BUT NO WAY OUT!!" Malfoy had become enraged at the sight of a bathroom and was ready to punch the wall again when Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Thanks"
"Yeah, so are going to go first, or am I?" Hermione said letting go of his hand.
"Well, what if I don't exactly have to go right now." Draco's voice had calmed down.
"Well I suggest you try. I have the feeling that this isn't going stay around." She pointed at the bathroom.
"Fine, I will go and then you."
Hermione was soon proved right. For no sooner did she close the door did it disappear. Hermione gave Malfoy a smirk of satisfaction that was returned with a scowl.
Hermione laid down on her bed and began to think of what was going on at the castle. It was Sunday, so people were probably running around the grounds talking with their friends. Some were probably at the Quidditch Pitch flying around She wondered what Dumbledore was doing to find herself and Malfoy. She thought of Ron and Harry and hoped that they were studying. She wished that she was stuck with one of them instead of Malfoy. Speaking of Malfoy-
Hermione looked over at him just as he tore another leg off the chair that Hermione had already ruined. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and began carving the wood. Hermione secretly watched him as he wrinkled his brow in concentration.
Hermione was looking around the room sometime later and thought she saw a stone shimmer. True all of the stones shimmered, but this one was different. It was like it did it intentionally. As Hermione began to think why it did this, food appeared on the table, and the thought of the shimmering stone was pushed to the very back of her mind, disappearing in other thoughts.
"It seems that this food is going to be our only means of getting to know the approximate time." Hermione said as she sat down.
"Yeah, so." Malfoy replied as he hid what he had been carving in his robe. Hermione could tell that he was still mad about the bathroom because his voice didn't seem to have calmed down.
"I was just making conversation. Remember you are the one who wanted to try and act a little bit more civil towards each other. But if you don't want to then that is fine by me.
"Oh, sorry, I guess," he put an emphasis on 'I guess' not wanting to be completely nice to her.
"You shouldn't be so sour about that bathroom. Were else would you go if it didn't appear?" Hermione said jokingly.
Malfoy looked at her before they both started to laugh, Hermione her a soft one, and Draco his cold on.
"Did we just sort of bond?" Malfoy asked helping himself to some dinner.
"Why yes mister Malfoy, I believe we did."
Author's Note: Yeah! I don't think that that was the best one, but bare with me. I know were I want the story to go, but I want it to be gradual, I don't want to jump right it to it, it wouldn't be natural. Some of you asked me some questions so here are the answers.
Spammi- There are a couple of reasons they couldn't use the accio spell. One is because they are in a stone room. Remember in the fifth book when Fred and George got their brooms back from Umbridge's office? There were to broom shapes in her door. The food would not have been able to get through the stone. And two: even if they could use the spell, they aren't really thinking straight. They have no idea where they are and are a little scared.
Chelsea Frog- Because non of us really don't know what they are going to learn in the last to years at Hogwarts I assumed Hermione didn't know a healing spell. My reason for this is because the last two years is getting ready for your career I think and we don't know what Hermione will be, or if the medi-wizards learn healing spells in school or not.
Crystal369- WOW! Thanks for putting me on your favorites list, that's great!
I am going to try to explain the room as much as possible in the upcoming chapters, but if you have any questions then pleas ask. I will update as soon as I get back home! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!! [=)