Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: This is in response to the 48 Hour Challenge issued by Rotiart at FAP. Also, pretend like HBP never happened, because I did, when writing this story. Er, I think I pretended like a lot of things didn't happen...so, let's make this an AU. :D

STUCK
DAY 1: The First 24 Hours

-- 09:30 PM --
I have been left alone with Malfoy for about fifteen minutes now, and so far, he hasn't tried anything funny. It's suspicious. He must be planning something big.

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to look inconspicuous.

He's sitting at one of the round tables, reading a textbook and writing in a notebook. How odd. Now I'm really suspicious.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" I ask, letting my curiosity get the better of me.

"None of your business, Granger. Get back to work."

He didn't even glance up.

Fine. I'll just go back to dusting, then.

"You go do that, Granger."

What? Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did."

Damn. I have to stop doing that.

-- 10:15 PM --
It's been an hour since McGonagall left us. I've finished the dusting and am now onto organizing. But Malfoy still has not done anything. He's still reading that textbook and writing in his notebook.

What the heck is going on!

It's freaking me out. Could McGonagall have been right in trusting him to do his duty?

"Oy, Granger, are you done yet?" asks Malfoy, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Almost," I reply, wiping away some sweat from my brow.

"Well, could you hurry it up? I've got things to see, people to do. You know?" He waggles his brows at me, before his expression turns contemplative. "Oh wait, you don't know do you?"

There's the Malfoy I know.

"That's disgusting. And how would you know what I know or don't know? Hmph."

"Right. It's okay Granger; you don't need to lie. No one expects you to know. You are who you are."

Ooh...sometimes, I just want to strangle him!

"Go ahead and try it."

Argh! I have to stop doing that!

"Please, don't. It's quite interesting hearing your thoughts, when you don't even know you're spewing them out. They entertain me."

"My life is complete then," I reply, sarcastically, before getting back to my work.

Now that the old Malfoy is back, I want to get out of here as fast as I can.

-- 11:30 PM --
"Yes! I'm done!"

"Finally."

"Shut it Malfoy. Let's just go get on with our lives, far away from each other."

"Whatever."

-- 11:32 PM --
"Malfoy, what did you do?" I ask, as Malfoy comes up behind me.

"What are you talking about?"

"Malfoy, open the door!"

"What? Why don't you open it?"

"Because I can't! You jinxed it or something!"

"I did no such thing!"

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because...because...Why would I want to be here with you, when I have something better to do?"

I looked at him confused, before understanding.

"You're disgusting."

"You're jealous. Wish it could be you, huh?"

"In your dreams," I answer, glaring at him, then turning around to start pounding on the door and calling for help.

-- 12:30 AM --
I've been pounding on the door for almost an hour now, and I'm feeling really tired. Of course Malfoy didn't help one bit. He's gone back to the table he was occupying before, once again reading that textbook, but he's stopped writing. I wonder what's got him so interested...

Slumping down to the floor, I pound the door a few more times.

yawn

I'm getting sleepy. It's way past the bedtime I set for myself, but I won't sleep until he sleeps. I never know what he's capable of.

yawn

I won't sleep...I won't...I wo...I...

zZzz

-- 01:00 PM --
BRRRRRING

"Mmm..." I moan, as I wake up, slowly stretching. "Ow."

Sleeping against a door for Merlin knows how many hours is not good for the back.

Huh? A door? Where's my bed?

I look around frantically.

Oh no. We're still here. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping? Was that the bell just now? Think of all the classes I must be missing!

I look over to the table, where I saw Malfoy last, but...He's gone!

Ooh! If he found a way out and just left me here, he's going to face my wrath when I get out!

-- 01:10 PM --
After looking behind a curtain, I found him. Apparently he was using it as a blanket, and I woke him. He glared at me. Can you believe that? Psh. Like he has any right.

"I can't believe you haven't found a way out yet. I thought you were supposed to be smart."

"Don't question my abilities, Malfoy! It's not like you helped. And anyway, I don't even have my wand!"

"Likely excuses."

"Argh...Malfoy! Wait. I don't have my wand. But you...Don't you have yours?"

He looks at me quizzically, before feeling around in his robes. He looks...odd doing that. Then he looks up at me sheepishly, before pulling his wand from his robes.

I swear I'm going to strangle him. We could've been out hours ago!

"Well, don't just stand there! Use it!"

"All right. Stop you're yelling. You sound like a harpy. Ahem...Alohamora."

Nothing.

"Try it again."

"Alohamora."

Nothing, still.

"Your wand is defunct."

"My wand is not defunct! It works perfectly fine. Would you like me to test it on you?"

"Only if you want to die."

He glares at me, and I glare back.

"Try another spell."

-- 02:30 PM --
Nothing worked. We're doomed! Doomed.

Doomed. Doomed. Doomed.

-- 03:00 PM --
I've given up on the "doomed"-ness of our situation. My stomach calls.

I look towards Malfoy, about to ask him if he has food, and guess where I find him? That's right! Back at that table with that textbook and notebook. When he's not looking, I'm going to steal them from him and see what's so interesting.

"Malfoy?" I call, as I slowly walk towards him.

"What, Granger?"

"Er, do you happen to have any food?"

"No."

"Do you think you could try to, maybe, accio some food for, um, us?"

"I thought you said my wand was defunct? Why would you trust in it now?"

"I was just kidding! I've always trusted in your wand."

"Right. Let me think about it."

-- 03:30 PM --
BRRRRRING

The bell again? Was that the beginning or end of a class? Why did I forget my watch last night? Why?

-- 04:00 PM --
Okay. I don't know what time it is, but I know that I've been without food for a long time. Malfoy has not said anything about my idea of accioing food to us. If he does not answer soon, he's going to be in trouble. My stomach will soon get the better of me. Can't he hear it growling? It's getting louder.

"Malfoy," I growl, to the tune of my stomach. "If you don't get food soon, I will not be responsible for my actions."

He doesn't even glance up from the textbook and notebook. Hmm...I think this is the time to find out what's so interesting about this textbook and what he's writing in that notebook.

I walk over and snatch the book from him.

"GET ME FOOD!"

I guess the wild look in my eyes must have convinced him.

"I already tried it. It doesn't work."

"What? No. I want you to try it now. Show me."

"Fine."

He walks over to the small windows, the only windows in the room, and points his wand.

"Accio food."

Nothing.

"Maybe you need to be more specific."

He rolls his eyes, but listens to my suggestion anyway. Wow. He must be really hungry too.

"Accio dinner rolls."

Nothing, again.

"Wow, your wand really is defunct."

"My wand is not defunct," he growls.

"Yes it is. And now...now I'm going to STARVE!"

I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown now.

"It's just food, Granger. Besides, you could do to lose a few pounds."

"WHAT!"

I stomp towards him and grab that textbook. It feels heavy enough, I think, before hitting him over the head with it.

Good thing no other girls are around, or else they'd kill me for doing that.

-- 05:15 PM --
He's been out cold for a while. I wonder how much longer it's going to last. I hope it's long enough to finish reading the notebook. I've just found out that it's his journal. Can you tell that I have a very mischievous smile one my face right now? Hehe...

-- 05:20 PM --
Damn. He started to stir just as I started reading it. The first reads got me intrigued. I've got to find a way to read it again. Who knew there was more to Malfoy than just his pretty looks?

Yes. I can admit it. Malfoy is good looking. Sexy, even.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." He smirks at me.

"Wha?"

Oh damn. I did it again.

-- 05:25 PM --
He's gone back to the textbook and his journal.

I'll just ignore him from now on. Yeah. Then I'll stop voicing thoughts I don't want him to hear.

-- 05:55 PM --
It's worked so far, but I'm still hungry. It does nothing to help that problem.

Ahhh! Need food.

I'm getting light headed.

Whoo...

I think I'm going to...

swoon

-- 07:40 PM --
groan

Ugh. Wha?

I wipe a little drool from the side of my mouth. Guess I must've fainted from—Hey, wait.

sniff, sniff

What's that smell?

sniff, sniff

It smells like chocolate.

sniff, sniff

And it's coming from that direction!

I spot the chocolate frogs immediately. That good-for-nothing—

"Argh!" I scream, as I lunge at him. "You! You! Where'd you get these? How could you hold out on me?"

"Simple."

"Malfoy, you're really asking for it. Do you want to get to know your textbook a little better, again?"

"Heh...no thanks."

"Then give me those!" I shout, as I try to swipe them from him.

"No! They're mine. You're not the only one starving here! You're just the only one who's crazy, when they're starving."

"Exactly! Shouldn't you be scared then? Give me those!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Oh, forget this!"

He smirks, smugly. "I w—"

thump

"Sorry, Malfoy, but even you admitted it. I'm crazy when I'm starved."

-- 08:10 PM --
Oh my. Those were so good.

sigh

So good that they've filled me for now.

And since he's out cold again, I can get back to reading that journal of his!

-- 08:50 PM --
WOAH. The interesting things you can learn from someone's journal. Like...

Pansy's in love with Harry.

Blaise has a crush on a Hufflepuff seventh year.

And Malfoy's decided that he'll support his friends'...decisions.

Wow. This is like a good novel. So intriguing.

-- 09:15 PM --
He's not up yet. I wonder if I should be worried? I feel kind of bad now, since they were his chocolate frogs.

Maybe I should've left him one?

Nah. This is Malfoy we're talking about.

Besides. He wasn't going to share...

Ah...back to the journal. Only have a few more pages left to go...

A/N: What do you think of the first 24 hours? Constructive criticism is welcome. :)

In my opinion, I think it went by kind of fast, but I'll try to revise it when I'm done with the whole story.