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.

Okay, so, I'm wicked excited about this fic now. So sorry for not updating sooner.

Everyone needs to go read Prefects, Private Towers, Deals and Giddiness. It's a Hermione/Draco fic written by this wicked awesome chick that I know called Jenn. So read, review and then go read that fic. No questions. Just do it. Please.

Chapter Fourteen:

Hermione and Draco sprinted down toward the dungeons, with Neville lagging far behind. Their minds were racing of what Snape could have for Draco. The main thought was that he had found a counter-potion for the Obliviate curse cast on Draco. Hermione wasn't quite sure how much better it could get.

The couple burst into Snape's classroom, startling the greasy looking teacher.

Snape sneered at them and shook his head. "Teenagers," He muttered, looking down at the vial in his hand.

Hermione's brown eyes quickly fell onto that vial and a small gasp escaped her lips. "Is that…?" She licked her dry lips and stepped toward the Potions master. "Will that…?"

Snape sighed and motioned for Draco and Hermione to sit down. Once they did so, he began his explanation.

"I'm not sure if it will bring back all of his memories, or if it will even work. But it's worth a try." He set the vial down in front of Draco. "Drink it before you go to bed tonight. If it works, your memories will become your dreams. Come see me the next morning, whether it worked or not."

Draco slowly reached over and picked up the vial, feeling the coolness of the glass in his hand. "Will they be good or bad memories?"

Snape seemed thrown by the Slytherin's question. "Pardon?"

"Will my memories be good or bad?"

"I don't know…"

"Wait, Professor," Hermione leaned forward and clasped her hands together. "Are you saying that whatever Draco dreams tonight…are really his memories of the past?"

Snape nodded. "That's correct."

"So if he has a nightmare…" Hermione trailed off, gesticulating with her hands instead.

Snape nodded again. "It will, in fact, be a memory of his past."

Hermione nodded a bit and leaned back, soaking in all of this new information.

Snape glanced up, seeing Neville standing in the doorway. "Well, I need to inform Professor Dumbledore of this. Don't forget to drink that tonight and come see me in the morning before breakfast." He reminded before leaving the room.

Hermione looked over at Draco. "You okay?"

"Uh...yeah I'm fine." Draco replied, standing up and holding the vial tightly in his hand. "I'm gonna go put this in my room..."

"Draco...Spend the night with me."

Draco stopped in his tracks and looked back at Hermione. "What?"

"I mean...when you drink that...spend the night with me...so I can watch you and make sure you're okay." Hermione explained.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay." Draco responded, leaving the room and staring at the vial.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Neville asked as he stepped into the room.

"Me? I'm fine." She shrunk a bit at Neville's gaze. "Okay, so I've been better." She sighed and walked toward Neville. "But what can I do?" She left the classroom, looking down toward the ground.

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Hermione wasn't much for eating dinner, and the gang realized it. Besides Neville, Harry and Ron didn't know what was going on with Hermione and Draco.

"Hey, Hermione, is everything okay?" Harry asked when she passed on dessert.

"Yeah, everything is fine, Harry." She replied in a monotone voice.

Harry and Ron shared a look. It was obvious everything wasn't fine. Harry decided he wasn't going to push it though. There wasn't a point in upsetting Hermione anymore than she was.

Too bad Ron wasn't thinking the same.

"Seriously, Hermione, what's wrong? You look like someone ran over your best friend. And Harry's just fine." He joked, patting Harry on the back.

Harry tried not to choke and muttered, "Not a good idea Ron."

"Everything's fine, Ronald. Just leave it alone." Hermione replied coolly. She stood up suddenly. "I'm going to my room. I'll see you all tomorrow morning." If I even decide to attend breakfast, she thought as she headed for the doors that led out of the Great Hall.

She was about halfway to her room when someone called out to her. It was Professor Snape.

"Ms. Granger..."

"Yes Professor Snape?"

Snape cleared his throat. "Draco informed me that you would be accompanying him to Malfoy Manor this weekend."

Hermione nodded. "That is correct, Professor."

Snape inched a bit closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. "You realize she knows where her husband is."

"Draco suspects she does. Why?"

"Well, you don't think that Draco would turn in his own father, would you?"

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you suggesting that I will have to find out where he is and inform the Ministry?"

"That is precisely what I am suggesting."

"Well find someone else because I refuse." Hermione spun on her heel to walk away, but Snape grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Ms. Granger, need I remind you that you would be aiding a death eater and the man who attacked you and your boyfriend?"

"If Draco doesn't want to report his father, then that's his problem. Not mine. I am simply going because he asked me to go." Hermione wrenched out of his grasp. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get to bed." She snapped, storming away toward her room.

"The nerve of that man." She muttered under her breath, stomping into her room and plopping onto her bed. "Like I care what happens to Lucius now..."

"Oh you should, Ms. Granger. You should."

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