Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor any of the characters in this story- I pretty much don't own anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series. They are the property of the amazing J. K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Thanks for all you're reviews. They were great.

Chapter 2:

Day 1 - And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse…

-

The first thing that I did when I had finally regained control of my senses was pinch myself. I know, not necessarily the smartest thing that I have ever done, but I simply had to check that I wasn't dreaming. I pinched my arm and gave a little yelp – man, I had really hoped that I wasn't awake.

Malfoy looked at me pinching myself and gave me a look that clearly said you-are-a-lunatic-and-I-can't-believe-I'm-stuck-here-with-such-a-demented-freak. But fine, he doesn't exactly float my boat either if you know what I mean.

I nervously surveyed the room and saw that we were in some kind of living room. There was a lounge suit, a fireplace and even a small table.

"Well," I cleared my throat. "I guess we're stuck here." I may have sounded calm, but inside I was screaming: WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

"Gee, you think?" Malfoy rolled his eyes, which then widened as they focused on something behind me. "Wait a minute, there's another door!" he exclaimed.

All at once, both of us bounded over to it, each trying to push the other away to get to the door first. I don't remember who it was who actually opened the door, all I remember was us two sprawling forwards and into another room. For the second time in less than sixty seconds my mouth dropped open: inside was a bedroom with a huge double bed.

"There's also a door in here!" I cried out and shoved past Malfoy while he at the same time tried to hold me back by grabbing on to my school robes. Yes I know, so mature. We eventually again made it to the other door and soon saw that behind it was a…

Bathroom. You heard me, a bathroom.

I stood there gaping for a second, ideas forming inside my head as I tried to understand what had happened. So stunned was I that I didn't even notice that Malfoy had left the room.

"Weasel, I've found a kitchen!" I heard him announce, effectively snapping me from out of my reverie. I went back out into the lounge room and saw another door open and sure enough, Malfoy was standing in the middle of a kitchen.

"Okay Weasel, where the fuck are we?" he snarled.

"Hey, this isn't my fault." I protested.

"Sure it isn't."

"Well how do you know that you didn't have something to do with this?" I placed my hands angrily on my hips.

Malfoy sniffed. "We Malfoys never do anything wrong."

I snorted at this (and I'm sure Madam Pomfrey that you're doing this now). "Uh huh."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes warily. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing." I said innocently.

"Look Weasley, you're the one that bashed into me and caused this, now FIX IT!" he bellowed.

Sheesh. Alright, alright already. Hasn't he ever heard of anger management? And my family thought that my temper was bad.

But what Malfoy said had got me thinking. And then my thoughts went to back Saturday. At Hogsmeade. In that shop. With that woman.

And then I recalled what she had said about uniting me with my soul mate. I looked at Malfoy gravely.

Hell no.

Malfoy and soul mate in the one sentence? I don't think so.

Now the devil himself must have noticed me staring at him like he was going to kill me or something, as he suddenly blurted out, "What?"

I swallowed nervously. What exactly should I tell him?

"I-I think I know why we're here." I stumbled over my words slightly.

Malfoy cracked his knuckles. "Really?"

I took a deep breath. "Well last Saturday I went with some friends to Hogsmeade and we, I mean I, had a look in this little store that I'd never seen before called Pampering Potions and Spells or something like that and there was this crazy lady or something and for some reason I must have made her angry and yeah and now I guess she must have decided to pay me back by locking me up with my worst enemy and-" I continued to ramble on, not exactly telling him the whole truth but not completely lying either – but then again, I was never that good at lying.

"Slow down! What exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"There was this old woman at Hogsmeade last Saturday who I annoyed so she did some weird spell that's now obviously meant that I'm stuck here in a room with you as some kind of payback." I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed that Malfoy would believe me.

"You upset someone this badly." His voice was dripping with disbelief and I could tell that he didn't completely believe me. I just hoped that he wouldn't continue questioning me about it. He looked around the kitchen and opened the fridge, giving a low whistle when he saw the food stacked to the full inside. "Some punishment." He raised one eyebrow. I gulped. "There must be some way that we can get out of here."

He rushed about the room, tugging at some of the windows (which oddly enough were frosted so you couldn't see out of them) that were locked shut. He even grabbed a kitchen chair and rammed it through one of the windows but no such luck. I grimaced, everything was magically shut. That old woman really didn't want us getting out of here, whoever she was.

I thought hard about our situation. Stuck here there was no way we'd be able to go to school. No classes. No Snape. No Ron. No pain-in-the-butt family members in general. No crazy friends.

Wait a minute. This might not be so bad after all.

I smiled happily for the first time since I'd been locked in here and grabbed what appeared to be butterbeer from the fridge. I opened it and sat down, stretching out my legs. I watched on amused as Malfoy continued zooming around in and out, trying to see if there was any way of getting out of here.

He noticed my weird behaviour and stopped what he was doing. "Don't you want to get out of here?"

I shrugged. "It's not like we'll be able to anyway. So why stress?" Sure I didn't want to be here with Malfoy of all people, but for the moment I could deal with it. Or maybe I was too shocked to care anymore. Come to think of it, I think that was the far more likely reason. "Besides, Dumbledore will eventually find us and get us out, you'll see." For some reason I was certain of this, don't ask me why. It was just something I had in my gut feeling.

Malfoy noticed the butterbeer in my hand. He went to the fridge, retrieved one, and sat down across from me. He opened his mouth to say something and I was shocked for second because I thought that he might be starting a conversation of all things, with me. But then he said snidely, "I suppose this is more wealth than you're used to, eh Weasley?"

I clenched my jaw. Just control your anger, I told myself. "Get lost, ferret."

"Ah, but as you told me not a minute ago, we're stuck here so I can't really." He smirked. I wanted to strangle him.

"Whatever." I flipped him one.

A clock chimed suddenly and we both looked up to find one above the fridge. The time read 11:00am.

The school would have surely seen that we were missing by now. I wondered what they'd do. Send out some kind of search party? I could imagine that our current location was very heavily guarded by magic.

I went back into the lounge and gazed across the room. How was I going to keep myself from going insane?

It could be good if there was some form of entertainment…I wondered, and before my very eyes a muggle entertainment device that my father had showed me, I think they call it a telly-vision, appeared in front of me.

"What the-" I scrutinised the screen. There seemed to be some kind of fight happening with people shouting "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I laughed. Muggles..

Malfoy hearing the noise entered the room. "What is that television doing here?"

My eyes widened. "You know what that is? You do know that it's a muggle thing, right?"

He looked abashed but then straightened up. "Well father does say that you should know all about your enemies." He retorted indignantly.

"I'm glad you're daddy thinks so." I spoke smugly before sitting down on top of the lounge.

Malfoy decided to sit down on the other seat next to me, his eyes glued to what was in front of him.

We watched the box in silence, fascinated with the show. Apparently some muggle was having an affair with his brother. "Who thinks of these things?" I muttered to myself at the crazy things muggles sometime do.

Most of that day was spent watching the telly-vision, though occasionally we'd go into the kitchen for some food. Funny thing was, the fridge or pantry never seemed to run out, whenever you'd go back in for more, more food had already replaced what had been taken away.

At one point Malfoy had snapped out of his daze and asked me, "How exactly did this thing appear?"

"I don't know." I surprised myself by saying civilly. "I think I just wished for it and it appeared."

As soon as I said this I knew that it was the wrong thing to say.

"You wished for it?" he repeated, grinning wickedly. "What kind of punishment is this? I think I'll try wishing for something. Let me see…I wish for some Playwizard magazines."

I groaned inwardly, Malfoy liked reading that filth? It was all cheap porn.

We both waited for the magazines to arrive but when none came, I nodded my head in understanding. We obviously couldn't wish for anything that would interrupt us from becoming soul mates. Though I don't think that that's ever likely going to happen. Hopefully Dumbledore will find us soon enough because I don't want to be stuck here forever.

"Why haven't they come yet?" he whined like a two-year-old.

I shrugged. There was no reason to tell him anything.

"As if you'd know." He answered himself and stood up, his tall frame towering over my petite body. He looked down his strong pointed nose at me. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with a stupid Weasley. Filth is all you are."

I furiously shot up from where I was sitting and noticed that I barely came up to his chin. "You're the trash Malfoy. You're a disgrace to all witches and wizards! At least my family is noble."

"Noble? You're family can't even afford to buy you decent clothes."

"Well at least everyone in my family has a heart." I snapped.

"Scum!"

"Moron!"

"Muggle lover!"

"Death eater!" I yelled back, and from the murderous look on Malfoy's face, I could tell that I had touched a nerve.

"I am not," he choked out, his face a slightly purple colour. "A death eater."

And because I had already dug myself into a hole, I couldn't even stop myself from digging it further by replying, "You could have fooled me."

Malfoy took a step forward and I inched back, wondering whether he was going to do something like, I don't know, kill me.

"Maybe we should get to bed?" I squeaked out.

Malfoy took a step back away from me and straightened his clothing. "Fine." He grunted.

I walked over to the bedroom and turned on the light. And that's when we faced another major dilemma.

"Err Malfoy," and here I paused trying to find the right words. "There's only one bed."

"I guess you'll just have to sleep on the floor." Malfoy walked in and started undressing.

"Hello? I can't sleep on a floor!"

"It's not like you're not used to it."

I put my head in my hands in frustration. I guess I should have expected that.

"I'm the female here, I should get the bed." I argued, trying to ignore the fact that he was starting to unbutton his shirt.

"I don't think so." He turned and faced me.

"Well I do." I said, standing my ground and glaring into his eyes. His grey orbs pierced into mine.

"We'll just have to share then." He suggested, leering and clearly expecting me to say no.

"Okay then." I agreed shocking him and even myself.

There were two pairs of pyjamas laid out on the bed. This old woman definitely thought of everything.

I went into the bathroom to get dressed and when I came back out again, Malfoy was already lying in bed as far away from me as possible.

I turned off the light and clambered in on the other side.

We lay there in the dark, both of us clearly awake but neither saying anything.

"Don't you dare come closer to me at all during the night." He hissed.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I think it's more a question of you wanting to get close to me, ferret."

"In your dreams, Weasel."

There was more silence as I drifted close to sleep, then Malfoy asked, "Aren't you going to say anything to that?"

"No, I'm trying to get to sleep." I mumbled, exhausted.

More silence.

"How can you be so tired? It's like 9 o'clock."

"Shut up, ferret."

"You don't tell me to shut-"

"Shut up!" I shrieked, and I could hear Malfoy fall out of bed in surprise. I stifled a giggle.

He climbed back in swearing under his breath and once more there was silence.

Good. I thought satisfied.

"Weasley you really are fuc-" Malfoy began again and I sighed.

Tonight was going to be a long one.

A/N: I hope you're satisfied with this chapter! Please please please review. And for those of you who picked in up, the show that Malfoy and Ginny were watching was Jerry Springer - which I also don't own at all and I think it's FOX8 that does.

Replies:

Barefoot Bohemian: Sorry if I offended you, I actually did know that it is a very old philosophical idea, though not from Socrates. Ginny obviously doesn't though being a witch and all. Her comments about soul mates are pretty much to do with her cynicism towards love (which will definitely change by the end of the story). She's had a few crushes, and even has one now on her best friend's ex-boyfriend, but she's sceptical about the whole head-over-heals desperately in love thing. In my story, she just "grew up" (and I use that term lightly) after she got over Harry and also became a lot more cynical – but there'll be further development of that idea later on in the story. Thanks for pointing it out to me anyway – I'm glad when people do point out these things to me. So if there is anymore soul mate "bashing" by Ginny, now you know why! Thanks for reviewing.

Also thanks go to: Wishinstahhz, LetMeLoveYou, midnight972, SonMina, lorina, the real RAB, Cinnamon Spice and Yamis Girl 4everandever.