Hermione awoke from a swirl of dreams and envisioned ivory white walls surrounding her without the slightest trace of dirt marks. Her head throbbed madly, as if she'd been pressured to listen to hours of loud music, and there lay red thrashes on both her wrists and she didn't know where they had come from. She got to her feet, stumbling a bit, and observed the world around her. It turned out to be a very tiny and enclosed world because she found herself in a room about the size of her old dormitory room back in Hogwarts. The room was completely empty except for a young man lying flat face down with his eyes shut. His head was coated with angelic blond hair and he wore scarlet-colored robes. No. It couldn't be. She refused to believe it.

"Malfoy?" Hermione breathed, thinking that maybe it would sound more believable if she said it out loud, but unfortunately, it didn't. She stepped over to him and poked him, staying as far away from his body as she could. It took quite a few minutes to wake him, and when he did, Hermione was the first thing he saw.

"Granger? What the hell-" Just like Hermione, he took one look at the vibrant room, widened his eyes, and scrambled up like a jumping rabbit.

"Fuck! Where am I? What are you doing here? What-"

"Would you watch your language, Malfoy? I certainly haven't met my Christmas by seeing you here. I was wondering the same thing because I have no idea how I got here."

"You're lying! You put me here! I know you did with all those spells jumbled up in your head!"

"Contrary to what you believe, I didn't do anything. Why would I put myself in here if I did? There's no door whatsoever…or window. A person could suffocate in here."

"I already am." Malfoy gave her a nasty glare and turned away from her to try and come up with a solution. For the next half hour, they conjured up every possible spell they could come up with and tried to break free of the room. Nothing worked. Nothing. It was as if the room was magically sealed. Malfoy kicked the all in intense frustration but only ended up hurting himself. He took a seat away from Hermione and folded his legs stubbornly. Meanwhile, Hermione brought her arms together and closed her eyes, trying to think of another way to set herself free. She tried to Disapparate so many times that she got dizzy from it.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" Malfoy spat.

"Would you be quiet? I'm trying to concentrate so I can think of more spells."

"I think your brain is pretty much washed out. If I couldn't think of anything then how could you?"

"Do you always have to be so egotistical?" Heremione's eyes snapped open and she shot Malfoy a dirty look.

"Yes, I do. It's a unique characteristic of mine."

"I call it pigheadedness."

"Shut the fuck up Granger and concentrate on your wimpy spells."

Hermione sighed. She was sure that she couldn't handle any more of this for long. How had she ended up here? It made no sense whatsoever. The last thing she remembered was sleeping soundly next to Ron in their apartment. Ron…oh, he must be so worried about me, she thought, becoming gloomier by the second. Hermione longed to find him and collapse in his arms but instead she was trapped in a room with her archenemy, Draco Malfoy. Oh, she must be going crazy.

As much as she didn't want to converse with Malfoy, they had to figure out how to break out of the room. She made loud noises to catch his attention but he didn't respond on purpose. She plunged into her jeans pockets, took out a scrap piece of paper, balled it up, and heaved it at his blond hair. He turned his face to her in a distorted manner.

"Do you remember how you got in here?"

"If I remembered that, then I still wouldn't be in here, genius."

"Then what was the last thing you can recall?" Hermione attempted to keep a calm voice.

"Granger."

"What?"

"Would you shut up? You're driving me crazy. No, I don't remember how I got here. Happy? Now leave me alone so I can think."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Think hard, she thought. What other spells could she use? Hermione got to her feet and approached the wall nearest to her. She touched it lightly with her fingertips, and when nothing happened, she thumped it with a balled up fist. Out of frustration, her thumping flew out of control and now she did it with both hands. Her hands were on blazing fire when she stopped, and now she wanted some ointment.

However, as she sat there and her hands throbbed immensely, it sparked up an idea, and she became so excited with it that she jumped up as if she'd just been electrified and shouted, "I've got it!"

Malfoy reviled his face from his hands and stared at her.

"I forget what it's called but it's a sort of bursting spell. It's considered to be Dark magic, though."

"Who gives a damn? Do it!" Malfoy rose and watched her wand as she tried to imagine the wall bursting into tiny pieces. Levitating her wand, she bellowed, "Edlascht!"

Nothing. Not even a crack. Hermione recited the spell again and again, but nothing happened. Slowly, she turned to Malfoy. They both gazed at each other in horror. This was a more serious problem than she had thought it to be.