Hola all my wonderful uh... Fanfic reading fans! Can I call you fans? Are you my fans? Cause it would be great to have fans. lol. ANYWAYZ moving on. I got so many reviews! I feel so special! teardrop Thanks to Mariam (Mrs. McCartney), Sacagewea, Krystagurl04046, fatchet freak, and gabbers! I love you guys! Well, thats enough time wasted. Here's chapter six!
Being Bound to your Presence Chapter Six
The Room of Requirement and lots of terrible stuff
When they stepped insid they saw a large room with all that they needed. At the back of the room were two king-sized beds a yard apart, just as McGonagall had said. To the far sid of the room was a door to the bathroom. There was a fireplace and, you know, all the usual bedroom-stuff. Hermione was impressed, but she had been in the Room of Requirement before. Draco had not, though. She knew he was amazed, and also knew he would not show it.
"It's almost as nice as the Head Dorm." He said casually, but Hermione knew he was amazed by the Room's power.
Carefully, Hermione walked over to the couch and sat down. Draco sat next to her. She got out a book and began to read. Draco didnt really know what to do, so he closed his eyes and dozed lightly. After a while, Hermione looked over at him of find his eyes closed, long, dark eyelashes standing out against his pale skin. She sighed. Then his eyes opened.
"What are you staring at Mudblood?" He said. Hermione just turned away with her nose in the air, remembering how she loathed him.
"Well, the short moment in which we got along has ended, I see." She said. Draco snorted. "I was only-" He yawned and stretched widely. "-building your confidence, Granger. Now lets go get some lunch. I'm starving!"
"I'm not ready yet." Hermione said, turning back to her book.
"Come on Her-mi-on-ee," Draco said impatiently. Hermione looked him straight in the eye. "You are NOT dragging me down there!"
Draco grinned mischeviously. "Oh, I beg to differ!" On this last word he gracefully jumped off and away from the couch. Hermione shreiked as she fell forward of the couch and face first onto the floor. She glared at Malfoy before marching up to him and stomping on his toe as hard as humanly possible.
"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!" He yelled, his eyes watering in pain. He headed out the door and towards the Great Hall. Hermione tripped and stumbled behind him.
When they arrived at the Hall, Harry and Ron hurried up to them.
"Hermione are you ok? We heard everything!" Harry said, worried. Ron glared at Malfoy. "I'm gonna kill you!" he said. Just then Professor McGonagall walked by and looked at them warningly. Harry and Ron returned to Gryffendor table. Then Hermione thought of something.
"Uhhmmm, hey Malfoy? Where are we gonna sit?" Draco looked at her and said- "Ohh no. I am NOT sitting with you Gryffendorks!"
"Well Im not sitting with you and your muggle-born-hating cronies!"
Draco sighed. "I REFUSE to sit with the GRYFFENDORS." He said through clenched teeth. "Imagine what that would to do my reputation!" He shuddered. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"Let's just get some food and take it to the Room." She siad. They grabbed the food they wanted and headed back to the Room of Requierment.
Back in the Room, Draco and Hermione ate in peace for... about two minutes. TWO WHOLE MINUTES! Anyway, then Draco spoke.
"You know, being like this is going to mean not only sharing a room, but lots of terrible stuff." Hermione gave him an isnt-that-a-bit-OBVIOUS look. She suddenly looked uncomfortable. "What?" Draco said, worried.
"Malfoy, I um... iaftagotodabathroom," She siad very fast. He gave her a quizical look. "I have to go to the bathroom." She said, blushing.
"So?" He replied. They walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. The toilet was at least two yards from the door. "Brillent." Hermione sighed. "What...what we need it..."
She closed her eyes and thought hard. A brick wall formed around the toilet.
"Nice one, Brainger. How are you gonna get inside? And whats with the bricks? Im not going to attack you while you pee." Draco grinned. Hermione huffed and thought again. The power of the Room made a door appear. Draco waited impatienely for her to come out. She brushed past him, not looking at him. For the rest of the afternoon, Hermione read, and Draco read when he wasnt dozing. There wasnt really much to do anyway. Then didnt got to supper that night. Bored and tired anyway, at 7:30 they decided no get ready for bed. Draco let Hermione change first. She emerged from the bathroom wearing her night gown and her cinnimon curls haning loose on her shoulders.
Draco's P.O.V
She looks beautiful!
pul-ease! How many people look beautiful in their pajamas!
Hmm, lets see... One... one... Yes, there is one.
You disgust me! Now... be gone! or whatever I say to get rid of you.
Dont run from your feelings!
Excuse me while I hurl...
Normal P.O.V
When Draco came out from the bathroom in green silk pajamas, Hermione began to laugh. Draco scowled."The fact that you do not have fine sleepwear is not a laughing matter."
Hermione shook her head and headed off to bed, still laughting. Draco fell after her.
FOUR HOURS LATER
Hermione woke with a start. She had been dreaming, but she couldnt remember it. She turned over and looked at Malfoy laying in his bed. The sight comforted her. His pale skin seemed to glow in the night. Hermione studied his handsome features in the dark. She sighed. Why was he so mean to her anyways? Oh ya. She was muggle born. Sure. Thats a great reason to hate someone. Tears slid down Hermione's face in the darkness. Oh well. She thought. He loathes me, I loathe him, I guess thats the only way it can be. She turned her back to him and drifted into dreamless sleep.
The next morning they grabbed some quick breakfast and headed straight for the library.
" 'The cure for a Binding Potion is to care for the other person under the spell.' 'Binding Potion-cured with compasion; feeling.' 'Ton counteract a Binding Potion, one must feel true caring for the one Bound to their Presence.' What rubbish is this!" Draco siad as he tossed aside another book. He has quickly searched through a large pile and they all had the same cure for the Potion. Just then, Madame Pince, the Librarian, approached their table, looking very sad.
"Draco, dear, you have a letter from the Headmaster." She handed it to him and gave him a last look of sympathy before scurring away. Draco glanced at Hermione, whose eyebrows were arched.
"Open it." She said.
Draco cautiously opened the letter. The more he read, the slower his eyes traveled across the parchment. When he was done, he looked at Hermione with wide eyes. The letter slipped from his fingers.
"What is it?" Hermione asked worriedly. She was thing that maybe thier Potion was permanate or something. She didnt expect what was comming next.
"My father is dead."
a/n: Wow, lots of info there! well i have to go soon so i better make it quick!
Next chapter is short so i will post 7 and 8 at the same time. Toodles!
