AN: This is during winter term
"Anyway, days melted into weeks as the year progressed. Hermione and I worked feverishly through books in the forbidden section, all about Hate Curses. We finally came upon a small section referring us to the books Curses of the Middle Ages, the only book that Hogwarts doesn't posses. This one was hidden in the private collection of Mellorn Cravits, the oldest wizard." Draco stood and ran his fingers through his hair. He had heard some whispered curses and thumping against the wall.
"Damn it!" Hermione emerged from behind the door. It slammed behind her. "Fuck!" She screeched hammering against the now blank wall. "Stupid. Room. Of. Requirement!" She kicked the wall between each word.
"Are we locked in?" Draco approached her, and she nodded. He stepped back and ran his fingers through his bright blond hair, his gray eyes flecked with anger. "Well, I was just telling them how… you know." He walked forward and snaked his arms around her waist. A very uncharacteristic giggle escaped from Hermione's mouth. He kissed her lightly on the lips and grabbed her hand. He led her over to the group and conjured another chair with a flick of his wand. It was more regal than anything any of them had seen, it had red cushions and golden arms and legs. She sat in it and smiled, sinking into the pillows. He conjured one for himself and sat next to her.
"Where was I? Yes, Mellorn Cravits. So, we decided the only way to save me from this death tattoo was to at least read this books. We began to plan." Draco reached out his hand and grasped Hermione's, Ron nearly vomited. Draco rolled his eyes. "Continuing. We decided that we could break into his house during Christmas Break. Soon that time came around. We left each other, with heavy hearts. We were beginning to get used to the long hours in the forbidden section. I was going to miss seeing her, because after that, we wouldn't be friends anymore. The days dragged by, lounging in my winter home up in the mountains. I just was so lonely, I was the only one there. Well, me an Larry, the cat."
"I remember Larry. He and Crookshanks hit it off." She laughed a bit and stroked Draco's hand with her thumb.
"Anyway, I was depressed for a while until her head appeared in my fireplace. 'Draco!' she whispered urgently. 'This has to be quick, meet me Charring Cross Station four o'clock pm.' I nodded and she disappeared. So, I being the smart guy I was teleported with my robes right into Diagon Ally, which was once again filled with people. I walked to the Leaky Cauldron and I signed in to the nicest room. Yes, my parents actually own the Leaky Cauldron, and I get to sleep there when ever. Anyway, I headed to Gringotts, and picked up coupled thousand Gallions. Never know when money would come in handy.
"So the next day I met Hermione in Charring Cross. She grabbed me with such force that it could stop a speeding train, and she threw me into platform 9 ¾. 'What's wrong?' She dragged me up and pulled me onto the other train stationed there.
'We need to get to France soon.'
'Why?'
'Apparently, that old fuck enjoys going all over the work and bringing his book with him. He's going to America, and France is the only place he can get an assisted apparition from. He's leaving in 24 hours.'"
AN: Hey, all those who have read this, if I don't write often, I'm sorry in advance, either I'm really busy or I have major writers block. Right now the well is running kind of dry for ideas for the middle. I've already planned out the end, but nothing is coming to me. D/H forever!