Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor any of the characters in this story and pretty much anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series. They are the property of the amazing J. K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Thanks all so much for your reviews – they were very much appreciated! This story is just supposed to be a light-hearted bit of fun, and I really love writing it.

Chapter 1:

The Beginning Of The End

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It began on an innocent Saturday afternoon during a trip to Hogsmeade with some friends. It was a week before the beginning of the Christmas holidays and so I was planning on doing some Christmas shopping. I saw a drab dingy store called Pampering Potions and Spells (I know, the name should have been a sign) that I had never noticed before and because I was curious decided to have a look despite my friends who protested and stayed outside – if I'd known better I would have done the same thing.

It was a dim little place and the only other person inside besides me was the shopkeeper, a small woman that looked positively ancient with wrinkles in her wrinkles.

Anyway, there wasn't much to my liking in the store and I was about to step out when the old woman hobbled closer and croaked, "Your soul mate is very near you, my dear."

"Err, what?" That's exactly what I oh-so-gracefully said to her.

"Your soul mate. The one you're supposed to be with. For the REST OF YOUR LIFE." Her voice boomed and I shuddered.

Umm, okay. I was more than just a little freaked out. My soul mate? Yeah, whatever. Call me cynical but what soul mate? True, I have had my fair share of crushes – cough Harry Potter cough – but soul mates? That's just something made up by trashy romance novelists.

"I can see that you're in denial." She rasped heavily and placed one bony hand on my arm.

I lightly tugged my arm away from her and edged closer to the door, my now startled brown eyes trying to grab my friends' attention.

"Well," she continued. "I guess I'll just have to help you along with making it happen." Then before I could do anything she had pulled out her wand and muttered some spell under her breath.

"Hey now what the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded but before I could say another word I blinked and she was gone.

I shook my head wondering if I'd just imagined it all but as it turned out I obviously hadn't. Therefore I think that I can safely say to you that what eventually followed, was pretty much none of my fault. And to this very day, I still have no clue as to who she was and why of all people, it was me that she had to pick on.

The event however was soon forgotten as Monday rolled round and so my hectic school life for the week began. From the start, I could tell that this day was going to be a long one, with me falling out of bed when Luna Lovegood decided to wake me up by jumping on top of my bed dressed in a gorilla suit her father had sent her. Why did he give her one? I don't know. Why did she have to scare me with one? I don't know the answer to that question either. All I do know is that that girl is bizarre. But you can't help liking her I guess.

So anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I fell out of bed. Then after managing to get dressed while making sure that Luna wasn't going to do anything else that was crazy, I made my way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

As usual, my older brother Ron and his two best friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were seated there at the Gryffindor table all together. I waved hello at Hermione who waved back, but Ron avoided making eye contact with me and Harry, seeing Ron's reaction, decided to do the same. I mean, ouch. That kind of hurt. Kind of – it was only my annoying brother after all. But the fact that he was too embarrassed to even say hello to me, and the fact that Harry just simply followed along, well it did get to me a little. But then I guess I should be used to the rejection by now. And don't worry Madam Pomfrey, I know you're analysing what I'm writing and trying to understand the inner workings of my mind blah blah blah, but really it's no big deal. Really.

I spent most of my morning before school busily trying to finish my Transfiguration assignment and then I had to listen to my good friend, Eliza Spinnet, complain about her recent break-up with her now ex-boyfriend, Seamus Finnigan. Who, though I would never admit it to anyone, I had had a bit of a crush on ever since I had gotten over my ridiculous infatuation with Harry - what was I thinking? (Oh and Madam Pomfrey, I'd prefer it if you kept that little piece of information private).

Soon enough I had to go to my first class of the day and my least favourite subject in the world, urgh potions, with Snape and once again I was running late (again I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that to anyone). But really, it wasn't my fault as you can see from the events just described.

So I was running along the corridor, my wild red hair streaming out from behind me as I rushed along, not really looking where I was going when suddenly I banged into someone who was running in the opposite direction. We went flying into the air, wild limbs, books and all.

I landed with a loud oof, winded. I lay down dazed for a moment and rubbed my head groggily.I then tried to push off the huge and incredibly solid thing that was on top of me which was…you guessed it Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy. Now words can't describe what I feel about this guy. Ever since I started Hogwarts, he's been bent on making my life a living hell. And of all the people I could have bumped into, it had to be him.

Doesn't my life just suck?

It sounds so incredibly corny I know, but if it hadn't been for that old loony witch, none of this would have happened. I would have eventually made it to class, gotten a month's worth of detentions from Snape for being late, and continued on with my life.

"Malfoy, could you please get off me?" I groaned. I could feel a lovely bruise already starting to form on my stomach.

Malfoy lurched off me, clearly recoiling in disgust. "As if I'd want to be anywhere near you." He taunted, his tanned and I hate to admit not unattractive face was as per usual scrunched up in an awful smirk. He ran one hand back through his smooth blonde hair – in case one should fall out of place no doubt.

Now what did he expect me to do? Run off all scared without saying anything? Madam Pomfrey, I clearly had to defend myself. "Malfoy, you're such a jerk!"

"And you're a little weasel!" he fought back with what I thought was a really low insult, even for him. I won't bore you with the rest of the details regarding what we said, but I think you get the gist of it. And because of our anger, it was the sound of a loud door slamming finally made us both come to our senses.

I jerked away and for once looked at my surroundings. We'd clearly managed to fall into some room that I'd never seen before and my gaze rested on the now closed door. At the same time we both ran over and tried the open it.

"Try your wand!" I yelled in frustration.

Malfoy retrieved his wand and pointed it at the door. "Alohomora!" Nothing happened. "Try yours."

I got my wand out from inside my robe and yelled Alohomora as well but no such luck. "There's no other way out." I groaned.

Malfoy and I gazed open-mouthed in terror at each other as we both realised what had inevitably happened.

"Oh crap!" we both shouted in horror.

And so began my 21 days of hell...

With him.

A/N: Just to let you know, the real action starts next chapter. (There'll also be a full explanation of the room their trapped in and stuff like how will they be able to eat, etc in case you're wondering). The following chapters will take place with one chapter for each day. Then the story will come back to the present and there'll be a few more chapters after that.

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