The Room of Necessity

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Chapter Four

"Ok, so what now?" Draco was lying on his back rubbing his flat stomach in small circles. Looking over he saw Granger lying on her side facing him, her head resting on her arm as a pillow. She looked almost asleep, but then she opened her dark eyes and he experienced the strangest jolting sensation. Blinking he looked at her again. God, she looked as tired as he felt, and so uncomfortable. He caught himself. Why did he care? He didn't! She was just a stupid mudblood. He scowled.

When Hermione heard him ask his question she was half asleep. Opening her eyes she was surprised to find herself gazing into soft blue ones. They closed for a second and she felt almost sad until they opened again and she smiled. Sighing, she turned onto her back and looked at the ceiling of their 'box'.

"I dunno Malfoy, but I'm tired. I'm going to have a nap."

As she said this, another very large sphere of light appeared in the middle of the room. Both Hermione and Draco sat up quickly and scooted backwards until they were up against a wall. The light settled and disappeared as it had before, but this time in its place stood a HUGE double bed with green and silver satin sheets. Malfoy's face immediately brightened at the sight of the Slytherin colours on a comfortable-looking bed and stood up.

"Thanks Granger."

"I wasn't thinking of one for you."

"Oh well." Malfoy collapsed onto it and lay spread eagled across the covers, smirking up at a scowling Hermione.

"What?"

"Move over then."

"WHAT! I'm not going to share my bed with anyone, especially a mudblood." She climbed onto the bed anyway.

"You can go to sleep on the floor Malfoy." He spluttered in shock as she tried to shove him off of the bed. Springing into action he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed, using his weight to hold her there.

"I suppose we could share if you really wanted to..." What was he doing! NO! No way. This was GRANGER he had pinned beneath him. So what if she had a great body, was clever beyond what was natural and had these beautiful eyes he could lose himself in…

Hermione was looking at him in shock. Had she just heard what she thought she heard? She started to squirm, trying to get loose. He let go and rolled off of her. Yuck, gross. What the hell was he thinking?

Hermione sat up and noticed something.

"Er… Draco?"

"What?" Was the gruff reply.

She glanced at him. "Is it just me or have the walls closed in?" He sat up only to find that she was right, again. The Room of Want had just gotten smaller. Now there was no space around the bed at all. It was just a normal double bed with green satin sheets surrounded by four walls – if that could be considered normal. Draco sat staring at the walls in silence as Hermione next to him burst into tears, burying her head into one of the pillows. What was she going to do? She was in a bed with her worst enemy who was coming onto her and happened to be really sexy… STRONG! Really strong and there was no way out and… she was suddenly feeling really claustrophobic. Draco dragged his gaze until it rested on her slender form, trembling as she sobbed. He hated it when people cried – it was so like Pansy; but right now Hermione looked so scared and vulnerable and for some strange reason that made his heart break. He desperately wanted to do something but didn't know what. Awkwardly he scooted over until he sat next to her, and he tentatively placed a hand on her back in a shy attempt of comfort. Why was he even doing this! He hated the mudblood! But despite his mind's best efforts he didn't stop, continuing to attempt to soothe her, now rubbing her back in small circles. He was startled as Hermione sat up abruptly, angrily dashing her tears from her eyes and looked at him. She seemed to soften. Strange.

"What are we going to do?"

Draco sighed, "I suppose we have to finish the task."

"And what would that be?" Hermione asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Don't ask me Hermione, you're supposed to be the brainiac." She froze and gaped at him; had he just called her by her first name? Something was definitely wrong. Something was changing here. She could sense it. She grinned. Could something have changed with her too? Never. But she wasn't so repulsed by his presence… Now why could that be? She looked him over. If she wasn't mistaken, he had just tried to comfort her. She shifted onto her knees and shuffled even closer to him, trying to get a better look at his face, trying to guess what he was feeling. He was looking at her a little confused. Her gaze travelled over his body. He was mighty, mighty fit; she had to admit. Involuntarily she licked her lips; she then looked back into his eyes which no longer looked confused. There was something else… She gasped as she fell back onto the pillows with Draco on top of her, kissing her very gently on the lips.

He couldn't help it anymore. If it was ever going to happen, it was now. He didn't care. He watched as she slowly looked him up and down, licking her lips. He wanted to lick her lips! She looked back at him and he felt as if he was in a whirlpool. Without much more thought he launched himself, pushing her backwards onto the satin pillows and leaned forward, kissing her tenderly; smirking against her mouth as he heard her gasp. He wasn't sure what he was doing really, but when she snaked her arms up and around his neck – pulling him closer – he began to kiss more deeply. He licked her lips as he had thought impossible moments before. His hand began to wander downwards.

"Harry, where do you reckon Hermione is?"

"Dunno," Harry shrugged. "Probably in bed. She looked really tired when I saw her earlier." Ron nodded.

"Up for a game of Wizard's Chess?"

A/N

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