Stuck in Love
Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.
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Okay…who is this Ivy personage? Is that Ashley?
Chapter Two:
The constant banging Hermione was making was beginning to drive him insane. It was just this loud tapping noise against the door with the handle of one of the mops.
Draco was ready to pull his hair out. He reached over and snatched both mops away from her. "Do you mind? I'd like to keep my sanity!" He snapped, glaring at the Gryffindor.
"Well how ELSE do you expect us to be found if we DON'T MAKE NOISE!" Hermione exclaimed, looking around for something to throw at him again.
"Looking for another empty bucket?" Draco asked, holding up the one she had previously thrown at him.
"Well I was looking for something sharper and pointier, but that'll work." She replied, reaching for the bucket.
Malfoy held it out of her reach. "Nuh uh. Not gonna happen, Granger."
"Don't think I won't go over there and get it." She threatened, moving closer. "And we all know how much you hate Mudbloods. Imagine one touching you…"
Malfoy tossed the bucket on the other side of the closet. "Fine. You win."
Hermione smirked and leaned back against a wall, not bothering to get the bucket or the mop. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, silently praying that they would be found soon.
Harry tapped his foot softly, wondering where Hermione and Malfoy were. Finally, he spoke up, "Uh, Professor? Aren't you worried about Malfoy and Hermione?"
Snape, dripping wet still, looked at Harry. "Right now, I'm worried about the feet of water on this floor. Now get down here and help us."
Harry sighed, glancing toward the door before bending down to help the rest of them. I hope everything's okay with Mione…
"GET OFF OF ME!" Hermione screamed, pounding her clenched fists against Draco's chest.
"Are you going to throw that bucket at me again?" Malfoy asked, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.
"Get the hell off of me right now Malfoy!"
"Are you going to throw that bucket again?" He repeated, tightening his hold on her wrists.
"NO damn it! Now get the hell off of me!" Hermione, her wrists now freed, shoved Draco away. "Bastard." She spat, rubbing her wrists.
Draco merely leaned against a wall near the door, smirking. That wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Hermione isn't that bad looking either…
Bloody hell Draco, what are you thinking! She's a Mudblood for Christ's sake!
Hermione was wishing that she had her wand. If only she could just curse the smug bastard…
Malfoy suddenly stood up, cursing loudly. "There's water coming in!"
Hermione stood up as well. "What! How!"
Draco rested an ear against the door and shushed the Gryffindor. "I think…it's coming from the Great Hall…"
He could hear screams from some of the students and a rush of water…
"Draco, more water's coming in…." Mione said, the water already to the middle of her calves and it was quickly rising.
"What the hell is going on today? First the dungeons, then the Great Hall…" Malfoy looked at Hermione, who looked slightly frightened.
"Draco…" She whispered, licking her dry lips. "I can't…really…swim…" The water had reached her knees.
Malfoy sighed. "Don't worry. I doubt the water will get that high." But it was already reaching toward her hips…
"Here." He managed to find the bucket she had thrown at him and placed it upside down on the floor. "Stand on here."
"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" She asked, standing on top of the bucket.
"I don't need Potter on my back because I let you drown." Malfoy snapped, glaring down at the water. The bucket wasn't going to be enough…
"What are we going to do, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. They were going to die. Or at least she was.
"Maybe the pressure from the water will make the door burst open."
But the water stopped at Malfoy's chest. He looked down and sighed. Why was this happening to him?
"If they clear out the water from outside, the water level in here should go down…" Hermione said, as if she could read his mind.
"Think if we bang on the door, someone will hear us?" He asked, looking up at her.
She shrugged. "It's worth a try…"
Draco waded over toward the door and started to bang on it as hard as he could.
"HELP!" Hermione started to scream, hoping that someone would hear her voice.
Professor McGonagall paused in front of the closet door. Was that…Ms. Granger's voice she heard? She walked up toward the door.
"Hello!" She called out. The banging and screaming stopped for a second and then she heard a male's voice,
"Professor! Let us out! Ow!" The voice paused and she could hear someone whispering loudly. "Please!" The voice added.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"And Hermione!" Another voice called out.
McGonagall reached into her robes and pulled out her wand. She stumbled with it and it fell from her hands, into the water with a 'plop'.
As she tried to fish her wand up, a 4th year ran over. "Professor McGonagall! Professor Dumbledore needs you. He says it's urgent…"
McGonagall sighed and nodded, grabbing her wand and turning toward the door. "I'll be right back! Just stay put!" She walked away, the 4th year leading the way.
"Where else are we gonna go?" Malfoy grumbled, leaning against the door.
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