I guess we're roomies Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

I guess we're roomies…

Authors: Halbloodprincess2 and Mrs. Panda Eyes

Introduction: Again Draco's POV is written by Halfbloodprincess2, and Hermione's POV is written by Mrs. Panda Eyes. This is a piece of work written by two authors, and we hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After escaping from the scene of a coughterriblecough crime Draco and Hermione find themselves stuck in the Room of Requirements. When they have to fulfil a series of challenges one question is posed, will they survive?

Disclaimer: Again...that wonderful woman JK

Chapter Notes: Umm well yes, here is chapter two, personally I (Mrs. Panda Eyes) prefer this to chapter 1, but that's up to you to decide! Please read and review we love it so much! We've started chapter 3...soooooooooooo the more you review the sooner it gets up, right? Right.

Draco's POV

Oh great, we're absolutely screwed. I want to go cry in a corner. Seriously, I do, and badly. Then Granger gets up and paces and kicks the table, and screams and shouts obscenities.

"Flipping heck Granger" I say whilst laughing, "You really must learn to keep your temper under control!"

Then she shoots me this death glare, and I start whistling tunelessly. I do it in an annoying manner to bother the hell out of her…And it works! She's getting even more frustrated!

"Well!" she asks.

I want to bother her even more so I say,

"Well what?"…

Well, to talk I have to stop whistling, so I did. Then her eyes do that weird bulging thing again, and I get scared. I know, this is so unlike me to get scared of that mudblood, but yah. I really should stop saying mudblood, I sound like my father. I do NOT want to be my father, because, personally, I think his idol is that muggle doll, Barbie, no I'm not kidding. I want to say something about her hair and her eyes so I say,

"What's wrong with your eyes, Fuzzy-Hair?" …Where did that insult come from, I'm really losing my touch…

"Well, what are we going to do? I mean we're stuck in here, don't you think we ought to start trying to get out?"…Well DUH we have to WAIT if we want to get out because that stupid note did say that we have to do a series of challenges and it's not like I know them. Plus, when we do get the challenge, it's not like I'm going to do any of the dirty work. I might sweat, and sweating does not do well for my hair. I mean, after Quidditch, I can shower, but God knows there isn't a shower here, and I will NOT bathe in front of…urgh…Granger. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Granger grabs me by the wrist and is dragging me across of the floor and I'm kicking and yelling across the room. I lose all my self dignity and start screaming, so maybe, JUST MAYBE, she'll stop.

"GRANGER!" I say in my most manly voice, writhing on the floor, "LEMME GO YOU MUDBLOOD, OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"

Then she laughs and said some points: "I doubt it because A) if you were planning to do something to me you would have done it by now, and B) if you do harm me and render me incapable then you're left on your own with no help from me whatsoever. So quit your moaning and help me think of a way to get out of here"

Then she lets go of me and I crawl away, cursing and rubbing my wrists, that girl is strong. Seriously, she thinks she's sooo smart! Then I say something that I know will shut her face up.

"Look you insufferable-know it all did you even read the note on that table? It says we have to complete a number of tasks, and I don't know about you but the only things in this room that I can see, apart from us, is a chair and a table, NO TASKS. So I reckon we're just going to have to wait here until they give us one."

I sit down and start worrying. I wonder who 'they' are. Who set us up? Who came up with these challenges? My chain of philosophical thought is broken with Granger's annoying singing. Yes, Granger, Singing.

"Granger…"

I say, getting really annoyed. She mumbles something like hmm… And then I say, "Shut it"…Then she starts blushing and I just roll my eyes. I notice that Granger is checking me out, I see it even though my eyes are closed, I can tell her eyes are roaming all over me. I know what she's thinking. I bet she's thinking that I'm hot. Well, actually, I don't think she is half bad herself. So what if she has a big burnt bush for her hair, it's what inside that counts. HA…who am I kidding? This is Granger! Hahahahaha, ok I crack myself up, no seriously. I'm hot and funny; this is too much for ANY girl to handle. Well, I've always wondered why Hermione is the only one who can resist my charges. Wait, hold up, rewind, did I just call her Hermione? There I did it again, no, no! STOP! Why is Granger rubbing her hands and have an evil smirk on her face…She's up to something, and I don't think it's a very good something.

I will proceed to make a list of things why I hate her

She is an insufferable-know it all

She has been my object of mockery for 6 ½ years, and I'm not going to stop now, am I?

She was in the Order

She is in Gryffindor

We are known arch-nemesis, I mean seriously. Voldemort is dead, but that idiot pointed his wand the wrong way and blew himself up to pieces. I told my dad that he was a waste of time, but would he listen to me? NO…he would just go and play with his barbies…

Blaise and Pansy would skin me alive for ever thinking of her.

She is too smart to go out with a person like me

No wait. REWIND. CUT OUT POINT 7. What has gotten into me? WHERE DID MY PARENTS GO WRONG? Ok, ok, so I must get myself off the topic of Granger. Lets thing of something…random. Broomsticks, yes. I wonder if Hermione owns a broomstick. I wonder if she has ever seen a broomstick. Haha…I'm too perverted for my own good. I wonder if Hermione would like to see my broomstick…hmm…

Then Hermione jumps, and knocks over a chair. I groan, because I can see what's coming, total disaster and chaos. I fall off the table I am currently lying on and land with a thud. Man, it hurt. I thought I would never be able to have kids, and Granger's prolonged and annoying laughter isn't helping my current situation. Along with my manhood, I think I sprained my ankle too… She's laughing, and laughing, and LAUGHING AND LAUGHING…I HOPE SHE DIES OF LAUGHTER. DIE GRANGER DIE DIE DIE! THEN AFTER A WHOLE FUCKING HALF AN HOUR SHE STOPS LAUGHING. Grr…I'm so pissed at her. Then I groan again, wanting to get up to kill myself, but I can't. Then she starts talking, gosh I hate her, "Malfoy, Are you alright down there?"

What kind of stupid question is that?

"Yes everything's peachy down here" I reply, my voice absolutely wrenched in sarcasm "I just love to spend my naps lying on the floor in extreme pain whilst having you laugh yourself silly. Yup all in all I'm doing GREAT."

Then she looks like a constipated monkey, trying to hold in her laugh. She comes towards me and grimaces. Then I scream

"GET OFF ME!"

I don't want her near me…what if I get Gryffindor cooties? Then she gets annoyed and says something about wanting her to help and bla bla. I say yes, because I want to walk. She holds me up and I start screaming because my ankle feels like its broken all because of that stupid Granger and her probably perverted thoughts. Shame. Then she says,

"Don't be such a wimp, this can easily be repaired, honestly, anyone would think you'd lost an arm…though that happened to Harry and he didn't act HALF as badly as you just did".

Gosh, again with the Harry. The all knowing Pothead. The super smart idiot. Ha, he couldn't kill Voldemort. Voldemort killed himself. And he got all the glory.

"Harry, Harry, Harry" I mimic in a whiny voice, "I don't see what all the fuss is about with him, stupid pot head."

I am feeling a tad jealous about him, though I don't' know why. I notice that she's advancing towards me brandishing her wand…oh god….no…oh god she's going to kill me I think desperately. I try to hop away but she pushes me back into the seat and taps her wand on my ankle, for God's sake, I have no idea what she is doing. Then I scream,

"GRANGER WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL ME?"

I swear I heard her mumble a "Yes", but I think it's my imagination. Then I realize she fixed my ankle. I am grateful, very grateful, but I just strut away, acting like I don't care. I'm acting like my dad again. That means I'm acting like an emotionless Barbie. Someone save me.

Then a piece of paper flutters onto the polished table. Granger and I glance at it and make a run for it.

"SHOVE OFF FERRET-BOY" she screams…That is getting old now.

"GET LOST KRUM LOVER" haha…new insult. I think this one is pretty good. I jump over the chair, getting to the paper first. It says:

You must sing a romantic duet, and there is no exception you must do it! "Can I have this Kiss Forever" is just fine, if you don't complete this you will be blamed for the library crime.

I'm gaping at it. This can't be true, this isn't happening. No. "You'll never guess what…" I hand her the piece of parchment.

We are so screwed, so SO screwed.

Hermione's POV

"ARRRRRGH!" I shout in frustration, kicking the leg of table. DAMN that was a bad idea, not only am I on the run from "Psycho" Pince and Filch, hiding/stuck in the room of requirements with bloody Malfoy, but I now have horrendous shooting pains in my foot. Great. Absolutely great!

"Flipping heck Granger" laughs Malfoy, "You really must learn to keep your temper under control!" I shoot him a death glare, and he pretends to whistle (badly – whether this is on purpose or if he really is crap I don't know) his eyes roaming the room.

"Well?" I ask.

"Well what?" he replies somewhat impatient, ceasing his whistling (thank god!) to glare at me. I send him a meaningful look my eyes bulging (they do that a lot don't they?) but quickly stop when Malfoy takes a few steps back and asks

"What's wrong with your eyes Fuzzy-Hair?"

I laugh, I don't know where he gets his insults from these days, they're pathetic, really, really pathetic.

"Well, what are we going to do? I mean we're stuck in here, don't you think we ought to start trying to get out?" I ask in disbelief, I thought Malfoy would be the first to complain being stuck here with a "muggle-born" (I refuse point blank to use "mudblood" and this is the last time you will here me say it, from now on I shall replace it with the words "gorgeous, smart, cute, funny, out-going, enjoyable to be with, kind girl," no wait that's too long…oh fuck it what the hell!). Then again he is a Malfoy, and probably doesn't wanna do the dirty work himself in case he breaks a fingernail, so he's just waiting until I get soooo pissed that I do it all myself and then when we DO get out, he'll claim all the credit. Well no siree, he can forget THAT idea! He's going to pitch in whether he likes it or not! I march over to where he is lolling on the only chair in the room and fasten my hand onto his wrist dragging him kicking and yelling across the room.

"GRANGER!" he squeals, writhing on the floor, "LEMME GO YOU GORGEOUS, SMART, CUTE, FUNNY, OUT-GOING, ENJOYABLE TO BE WITH, KIND GIRL, OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"

I snort (not a very attractive sound but it can't be helped), "I doubt it because A) if you were planning to do something to me you would have done it by now, and B) if you do harm me and render me incapable then you're left on your own with no help from me whatsoever. So quit your moaning and help me think of a way to get out of here" I release him and he crawls away cursing. Once a reasonable distance from me he stands up and turns to face me.

As much as it pains me to admit it, he is right. I send him a withering look and sit down on the chair. 'Lalalalalalalala' I sing in my head, I've only been here 5 minutes and I'm already cracking up, I wonder how I will cope after a week, I'll probably be stark raving mad thinking everyone is out to kill me…

"Granger." Malfoy warns.

"Hmm..?" I tilt my head only half listening to him, I'm wondering how long it will be before I'm missed by Harry and Ron, maybe even Ginny.

"Shut it."

My face flushes scarlet as I realise that I'd actually been singing out loud instead of in my head like I thought I had been momentarily before. I fidget uncomfortably on the wooden chair and sneak a glance at Malfoy. He's lying on his back with his eyes closed; one arm flung carelessly over his stomach the other underneath his head. His platinum blonde hair is all over the place and I resist the urge to comb it and pat it down, just like I do every time I see Harry. His face has matured, it's lost the boyish look it once had and I notice he has quite high cheekbones to add to his delicate features. I mean if you think about it - really, really think about it, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really think abou it - he's fairly good-looking…..I smack my forehead ("Hey Granger save some for me!"). What am I thinking? Malfoy is not good-looking. Nope. Noooway. Nuhuh. Nope. Nope. Nooo way. Hahaha no…

Oh who am I kidding he's gorgeous! But there is no way, that's for sure, that I am going to act on it. I mean come on he's made my life a living hell for what, coming on 6 and a half years now? Ooooh I should make a list I think with excitement, a list for why I won't act on my feelings. 'Goodie', I smile, rubbing my hands together.

He is a stupid, arrogant, inconsiderate berk

He's made my life hell for 6 ½ years

His father is a death eater

He is in Slytherin

Known arch-nemesis (well now Voldemort's gone that is - stupid man imagine pointing your wand the wrong way round when you shout Avada Kedava and blowing yourself to smithereens)

Harry and Ron would go berserk and murder him (reason: see above)

He's so gorgeous and would never go with a bookish nobody like me

NO! Erase that last one! He's so gorgeous and would never go with a bookish nobody like me. I sigh with relief. Okay so the subject of Draco Malfoy was too dangerous to broach even if I was thinking of the bad points about him. I'd have to find something else to think about. Something so random, so boring I could never relate it to Malfoy. I bite my lip and think for a bit. Socks! Okay socks. You could buy woollen ones, cotton ones, silks ones, err…okay you could buy red ones, green ones, blue ones…I wonder what Malfoy's socks are like I muse to myself…I wonder where he keeps them…maybe in his chest of drawers next to his silk boxers…yeah boxers, oh what I wouldn't give to be Draco Malfoy's boxers right next to his…..WOAH! I jump up, knocking over the chair in the process and starting a chain reaction of events. The noise startled Malfoy out of his reverie and he promptly twisted around in alarm causing him to fall off the table onto the floor with a resounding thud. He groans forlornly but doesn't get up. Meanwhile I am totally pissing myself with laughter, so much that I can hardly move, and my back starts to hurt.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I roar, "HAHAH" I'm rolling around on the floor now, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I. Seriously. Can't. Stop. Laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Oh my god I think I'm going to die, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Yup, I'm going to die laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Well I suppose it's better than getting hit by a bus. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Finally after about half an hour my laughter begins to peter out and I am left with the occasional giggle/hiccup.

"Ughhhh"

Eep, I forgot about Malfoy, I wonder what he's still doing on the floor….

"Malfoy?" I venture, "Are you alright down there?"

"Yes everything's peachy down here" he reply's, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I just love to spend my naps lying on the floor in extreme pain whilst having you laugh yourself silly. Yup all in all I'm doing GREAT."

I want to laugh again at the stupidity of it all but restrain myself and instead make my way over to Malfoy. He's lying face down on the floor his arms and legs flung in all directions. I grimace and bend down to roll him over.

"GET OFF ME!" he yells, making me leap back in fright.

I'm very tempted to leave him lying there in pain but my nice side overrules my "evil" side, and I say a tad annoyed, "Look do you want me to help you or not? Because from where I'm standing you don't seem to be doing a very good job", I fold my arms and wait. After a few minutes and no reply I turn away…

"Wait" he rasps, "Well…."

I roll my eyes but bend down and help him to his feet.

"ARGH MY ANKLE, MY BEAUTIFUL ANKLE!" he cries, hopping around on one foot. After 10 minutes of complete hysterics he flops down onto the seat I had been occupying earlier and moans.

"Don't be such a wimp" I scold, "this can easily be repaired, honestly, anyone would think you'd lost an arm…though that happened to Harry and he didn't act HALF as badly as you just did"

"Harry, Harry, Harry" he mimics in a whiny voice, "I don't see what all the fuss is about with him, stupid pot head."

I approach him and oddly he does a weird half hop half pirouette off the chair in a very dismal escape attempt. I use my wandless hand to push him back onto the chair (ha I love being so in control!) Smiling at his attitude I crouch down near his ankle and tap it with my wand ("GRANGER WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL ME?" – "Yes.") and utter the spell to fix the sprain (I'm pretty sure that's what's wrong with it).

He looks surprised but he jumps up and struts away, looking like a constipated chicken if you ask me. Suddenly another piece of paper flutters from the ceiling onto the mahogany table and both Malfoy and I leap for it.

"SHOVE OFF FERRET-BOY" I scream,

"GET LOST KRUM LOVER" (Krum lover? Hahahaha) he yells doing a bloody fantastic leap over the chair.

To my disappointment he reaches the table first and grabs the slip of parchment. He gapes at it and turns around to face me.

"What?" I ask anxiously.

"You'll never guess…" Malfoy hands me the piece of parchment.

You must sing a romantic duet, and there is no exception you must do it! "Can I have this Kiss Forever" is just fine, if you don't complete this you will be blamed for the library crime

My eyes scan the couplets as if by re-reading it the words will magically re-arrange themselves into a couplet telling us how to get out not act like complete fools.

No such luck.

Yup, we're screwed I think miserably.

Kat: Well..they are screwed

Don: But in the end... Draco is going to be the one who heroically completes the challenges..right?

Kat: pphhhffttt...haha...Draco? Yah..Right

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