Chapter 2

Drill It Out

Draco did not know how many hours had passed since Granger had attempted her wimpy bursting spell, but it felt like eternity to him. What sins had he committed to be punished by being trapped in a room with a Mudblood, especially a bushy haired one? He definitely did remember where and what he had been doing the other night, though. Draco had spent wonderful moments with the luscious Rosario by his side as she had been nibbling his ear playfully and then invited him to her empty apartment. After that, Draco couldn't recall anything. Had he banged her? He just couldn't remember.

Draco was becoming hungry now. The last time he had eaten had been early last night at dinner. He craved for some sausage, English muffins, and hot scrambled eggs. Sure he had given a try in conjuring up food but it had not worked. He was able to it before, why couldn't he now? Hunger wasn't the only problem, however. He needed to use a toilet real bad as well. Surprisingly, one appeared next to him out of nowhere. He jumped back and shrieked.

"What?" Granger said in an alert tone, moving her eyes left and right, and finally fell on the toilet. She raised her eyes, "Strange. Maybe we're in the Room of Requirement if things come flying down, especially things that we desire."

"No way. Close your eyes."

"Gladly. I have no wish in seeing this."

More time passed on and Draco became hungrier. He stomped his feet lightly on the floor and played with his fingers to pass the time, and occasionally, he eyed Granger out of curiosity. She was lying down, with her hair sprawled across the back, and eyes closed, but Draco knew she wasn't sleeping because her eyes twitched occasionally and her fingers tapped against the solid tiles.

"What's the time?" Draco mumbled, ashamed that he had to ask her.

Her eyes opened and looked at her Muggle watch, "It's two in the afternoon."

"How long have we been here?"

"Six hours…"

"Merlin's beard." Draco breathed.

"Yes, I know what you mean."

Draco banged his head back to the wall. What would he have to do to get out of here?

Draco had not been guilty of his actions that night. He was ready to spend another night at Rosario's and there was not a single wormy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He sure as hell didn't love this woman. The only thing he lusted after was her perfect body that enticed him enigmatically. She had the most amazing shocking green eyes the size of coins and deliciously full lips that always had a red coating on them and Draco couldn't keep his own lips off of hers. Her rounded breast and curvy thighs sent him to heaven every time he laid eyes upon them.

Draco loved Pansy, or at least he thought he did. He always was confused about these things and he had to admit he didn't know the different between love and hate. He had now been married to her for two years and she had never accused him of committing adultery, but of course, she was so dense sometimes that she could not even differentiate a dog from a cat.

Dim lights cornered Draco and Rosario as they sat across from each other on a small round table ornamented with lilies and petunias in a glass vase, where the scented wax could clearly be seen. They were situated outside the actual restaurant, underneath a sort of light net to shield them from rain or snow. Meanwhile, Draco couldn't keep his eyes off the red dress Rosario was wearing. He could see himself slowly loosening the spaghetti straps on it and revealing her smooth and sexy shoulders.

"Draco, are you listening to me?" Rosario tapped her fingers on the table to capture his attention. Her white blond hair waved in the process.

"Oh yeah. Go on." Draco snapped his mind back to what she was saying.

"As I was saying, I never did learn to cook because we had about three house elves to take care of all those things so whenever my mother tried to set me up with a man, they would be disappointed."

Who cared whether she could cook? She was a total fox. He shut her up by scooting his chair next to hers and brushed his lips against her neck. She giggled and said that it tickled but he didn't stop. He was very well aware that they were present in a public place but he didn't care. His lips traveled down her neck to her shoulders and her arm, finally coming down to her soft hand. Draco had been possessed by her sweet strawberry scent and he just couldn't tempt away from her.

"Draco, stop…everyone's watching us!" Rosario whispered, blushing furiously as she looked around. Everyone had their eyebrows raised and one woman had actually shielded her kid's eyes from watching.

"Oh, they're just jealous." Draco breathed, continuing with his mission of seduction.

"Come. We're going to my apartment. Check please!" She said loudly, got to her feet, and grabbed Draco. He grinned. He couldn't believe she had already fallen for it. He held her hand tightly and moved it back and forth. Everything and everyone else had escaped his mind because there was only one image in his head.

Rosario opened the door to her apartment and immediately pulled Draco in. Before he could get a chance to observe it, Rosario captured her into an embrace and locked her lips with his. That was alright. He didn't really need to look at her apartment as long as he got a chance to make love to her.

Unfortunately, that was the last thing Draco remembered before ending up in the white room. He sighed, covered his face with his hands, and breathed deeply. What else? What else? What else? What other ways could he escape it? Something his father had told him a long time ago came to his attention and he tried hard to recall it. His Dad had said that if he didn't get the Dark Mark, he would drill through Draco's brain…drill!

He stood up and wiped his hands using his robes. What was the spell though? Draco had just learned it last year…was it relashio? Reparo? Ferulio? Yes, that was it, Ferulio.

"Ferulio!"

A vociferous drilling noise filled the room, making both Draco and Granger jump, as he repeated the spell over and over again. In his astonishment, he was making some progress because there was now a crack at the place where he had attempted to drill. He chipped it off with his fingers.

"Hey, it's working! Look!"

"Think again, Malfoy." Granger walked over behind him and folded her hands. Draco followed her gaze and saw that the cracked wall had somehow healed itself. How was that possible?

"It's just as possible as the flying toilet."

"Are you using Legilimency on me?" Draco asked her threateningly.

"I can't help it. You're so easy to read."

Draco hoped she hadn't figured out what he had been doing last night because it was the worst thing to have a Mudblood know about your personal life.

"Don't worry. I don't know anything about it."

"Stop it Granger."

"Like I said, I can't help it." Granger said simply, "Now, you're going to have to listen to me."

"In your dreams." Draco folded his arms stubbornly as well.

"Look, if you want to get out of here, we are going to have to work together. Now, what was the spell you used to do that?"

"There's no way I'm willing to work with a Mud-"

"Shut it Malfoy. I don't want to hear a dirty word from your mouth. Just work with me for the sake of getting out."

"No."

He continued with his drilling for a few minutes before he got tired and frustrated. The wall would crack and then reseal itself like an automatic healing device. Draco slumped back to the floor and stuck his head against the wall, not knowing what else to do, and he knew in the back of his mind that Granger was right. They would have to work together.

"Granger."

"Hmm?"

"The spell is ferulio."

She nodded and came over to his side. He backed away a step, not wanting to get contaminated, and held up his wand with hers. Both of them yelled clearly and blasted the wall apart. The cement chipped off piece by piece and Draco and Granger's lips unraveled into smiles as they saw an opening in the batter up wall.

"Yes!" Both cheered. Draco stuffed his wand back into his robe pocket and peeked into the hole, only the problem was that he couldn't see anything. Everything was black past the white room. He moved aside and ushered Granger to the hole. She looked inside it for a second and then looked back at Draco.

"I can't believe it…after all that magic it still resealed itself! It's over! We will never get out! We're trapped for eternity!"

"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine? We would never be able to survive here for eternity. We'd just starve to death in a few days."

"Now who's being the pessimistic one! You should be cheering me up!" Granger shouted at Draco. His blood boiled instantly and he had the urge to pull her insanely annoying hair and scratch it all out. He constrained himself, though. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed her. Draco walked away from her and sat down again, feeling defeated. However, Granger just stood there as if she didn't know where she was and stared at the wall opposite her. Silent tears strolled down her cheeks, barely noticeable around her thick bushel of dark hair. Draco knew exactly what she was thinking because it was on his mind too, but he wasn't weak enough to show it. They were never going to escape this room on their own. They were going to need outside help. He hoped Pansy would figure out where he was, but it was a long shot because he knew how thick she was.

Draco surveyed her like fresh meat. She actually looked a bit adorable when she cried, with the way her nose flared in and out and her lips pursed like a little baby's. Two seconds later he couldn't bring himself to believe what he had been thinking. Granger adorable? Since when? Surely the conditions of this place had injured his brain to think ridiculous things.

Granger's whimpering grew with every moment until she was sobbing on her arms, curled up like a helpless lost orphan, making loud gulping noises.

"Would you stop doing that? You're freaking me out!"

"It's called crying Malfoy! Maybe if you're lucky you'll experience it too!"

Draco rolled his eyes. He hadn't cried since he was six years old and he wasn't planning to any time soon. What kind of Malfoy cried?

"Seriously. Stop it. There's no use in crying. It certainly will not get us out of here. Think happy thoughts."

But Granger gave him such a murderous look that Draco shut up immediately. He knew the extent of the magical powers of this Mudblood and he didn't want to tick her off. The father he stayed away from her, the better it would be for both of them.

"Wait a minute…" Granger looked up.

"What is it?"

"Look. I think this is it."