Stuck in Love
Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters.
Oh…hey Ashley!
Yes, I know this has been a bit fast paced. However, that will be changing in either this chapter or the next.
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No, they're not going to drown.
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Chapter Three:
"We're never getting out of here." Draco muttered an hour later, banging the back of his head against the still closed door.
"Well, on the bright side, the water's gone." Hermione said as she wrung out the bottom of her robes. She sighed and sat down on the bucket, kicking aside one of the fallen mops.
"What if no one gets us out of here?" Malfoy asked, glancing at Hermione.
"Harry and Ron will get us out as soon as they're done in the dungeons." She replied confidently.
"Great. Just what I need. Potter and Weasley saving the day."
Hermione rolled her chocolate colored eyes. "Grow up Draco." She said softly, leaning backward against the wall.
The bucket, however, had other plans. It wobbled and fell out from underneath her, causing the Head Girl to fall on her ass.
Draco blinked a few times before he burst out laughing. Hermione began to blush a deep red as she fixed the bucket and sat up.
Malfoy wiped his eyes and clutched his sides. "That was…hilarious."
Hermione felt herself flush even more. "No it wasn't. That hurt." She glared at the Slytherin and turned her back toward him.
Another hour later, Hermione and Draco were still stuck in the closet, with no relief in sight.
Hermione's stomach rumbled quietly. "It must be time for lunch." She whispered, rubbing her hungry stomach.
"Yeah…I wonder if there's any food in here." Draco said, standing up and looking around the closet. "I can't see the top."
"I could stand on your shoulders…" Hermione suggested, standing up and completely willing to risk her neck.
"You trust me that much?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. But if you kill me, you still won't be able to see if there's food up there." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I should warn you that the chances of finding food up there are slim to none."
"Well maybe there's something up there that can open the door." Malfoy suggested, bending down so Hermione could climb onto his shoulders. "Don't tell anyone I let you do this."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she reached out, grabbing onto the shelf in the closet. Draco placed his hands on her feet to steady her. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yup." She replied, beginning to look around the top of the closet. "Dust. Junk. Junk. Dust." Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"Damn it!" Malfoy exclaimed, stomping his foot.
The sudden motion caused Hermione to sway. "I'm gonna fall!" She cried out, losing her balance and falling backward.
Draco spun around and caught her easily, but stumbled and fell on his ass with her still in his arms.
"You okay?" He asked, looking down at her.
"Um…uh…er…yeah I'm fine." She stuttered, staring at him. Had Draco Malfoy just…saved her? This day was just getting weirder…
Malfoy reached over and brushed away a stray piece of her hair. "Are you sure? You look pale."
His soft touch managed to send chills up and down her spine. "Uh, yeah. I'm just a little freaked." Hermione giggled nervously and stood up.
Draco stood up quickly and grabbed her arm, taking a step closer to her. "Hermione…" He whispered.
He leaned down, his lips just a few inches away from hers…
"There you are!" A voice said from the doorway. A familiar voice. Harry's voice.
By the way…
I've been thinking about changing my pen name. Any suggestions or ideas?