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.

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Chapter Ten:

Lucius' threat was quickly forgotten by Christmas Eve, and by Christmas, Hermione was in the best of spirits. Harry was being as nice to Draco as possible, not including the occasional insult.

Hermione woke up on Christmas Day and practically hopped out of her bed. She got ready and headed down toward the Great Hall for breakfast.

The best thing about staying at Hogwarts for the holidays was that you weren't restricted to sitting at your house's table.

Hermione looked over at the usual Gryffindor table and saw Neville, Harry and Draco already seated. She smiled, seeing how they seemed to be having a normal conversation.

"Morning guys." She greeted, sitting down beside Draco. "Merry Christmas."

The boys said their hellos and wished her a merry Christmas as well. Draco leaned over and placed a tiny kiss on her cheek. "I have your present back in the common room. I'll give it to you later."

Hermione nodded. "Okay. Later then." She looked over toward Harry. "Did you get an owl from Ron yet?"

Harry nodded. "He said Mrs. Weasley has presents for us and he'll bring them when he comes back. He also mentioned that Bill and Charlie were home."

"So he's having fun?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Hermione nodded. She could kind of tell that Harry was still a bit upset. She didn't blame him. He was stuck in the middle of this thing between her and Ron. She should just try and fix it but whenever she went to talk to him, Ron would just walk away or come up with an excuse to leave.

Hermione felt Draco softly rubbing her arm. When she looked over at him, he simply smiled. She smiled back at him then started eating her breakfast.

When breakfast was done, Harry, Hermione, Draco and Neville all walked out of the Great Hall together.

"So what do we do now?" Neville asked, looking to the other three for an answer.

"I have to go back to the Slytherin common room for a few." Draco said.

"Okay, where should I meet you later?" Hermione asked as Draco walked away backwards.

"Um, the library I guess."

Hermione nodded and smiled. "Okay. See you then." She waved as Malfoy turned around and walked normally.

"Thanks for not…kissing him goodbye in front of me, Mione." Harry said as they entered through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room.

"We're not like that, Harry. Public displays of affection really aren't our thing."

Harry shuddered slightly. "You said 'we' and 'our' in the same reply."

Hermione shot her best friend a look before rolling her eyes. "Well, I should probably go grab your presents. Be right back." She turned around and walked back out of the common room.

Hermione noticed that as she walked toward her room, people started to give her strange looks. Of course, they all knew about her and Draco. So the strange looks weren't really unexpected.

When she walked into her room, she gasped. "How did you get in here!"

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Draco walked into the Slytherin common room and saw Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise Zabini sitting around talking to one another.

The quartet looked up at Draco as soon as he stepped inside. Crabbe and Goyle glanced at Draco warily before heading up to the dorm room.

"I'll talk to you later, Pansy." Blaise muttered, following the same path that Crabbe and Goyle had.

"Hello Draco." Pansy said coolly, glaring in his direction.

"Pansy." Draco mumbled, nodding his head at her in greeting.

"Did your father enjoy the letter I sent him?" She started picking at her fingernails, glancing up at Draco through her eyelashes.

Draco froze and slowly turned toward the female Slytherin. "You sent him that letter?"

"Yes." Pansy stood up straight. "I did."

Draco walked over and grabbed her upper arms roughly. "Why did you do that?" When she didn't respond right away, he shook her forcefully. "Answer me!" He demanded.

Pansy freed herself from his grasp and shoved him away. "Why do you think!" She snapped. "She's a filthy mudblood, Draco! Isn't that what you always said! Hermione Granger is nothing more than a know-it-all, obnoxious mudblood!" She took a deep breath and sat down in en empty armchair, smirking slightly. "Speaking of her, you might want to go see her."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Well, let's just say she might not make it out of her room. At least, not alive." Pansy smirked even more when Draco rushed out of the room.

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Hermione quickly dodged the Stupefy spell by jumping behind the side of her bed and looked around the room for her wand. She found it underneath the bed and grabbed it. Another curse whizzed through the air by her head.

She saw his feet near the other side of her bed. "Incendio." She whispered, pointing the tip of her wand at his feet.

Hermione heard him cursing under his breath as he put out the fire. She took this time to strike.

She stood up. "Expelliarmus!" She exclaimed, pointing her wand at Lucius.

Lucius Malfoy easily dodged the spell and sneered. "Is that all you have, mudblood?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "No, but I don't want to hurt that precious ego of yours."

Her reply caused the blood underneath Lucius' skin to boil. "You're gonna regret that, mudblood." He pointed his wand directly at her. "Obliviate!"