Chapter 3

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So there Hermione sat. With one last pouty face directed at Draco, she picked her poison.

"Truth" she said clearly. Truth would be safe. What's the worst thing he could ask?

Draco smirked. Of course, the little goody-two-shoes would pick truth.

He tisked at her, making her scowl. "Proof that the famous Gryffindor bravery was all just talk. Alright Granger. Let me think of a good question." He placed his finger on his chin, acting like he was deep in thought. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Any day now."

"Patience mudblood. Ok, I got one." He leaned in closer, as if making a very serious deal. "Have you ever been shagged?"

At this, Hermione went red. She would not meet his eye, and she took no move into telling him anything.

"Let me guess, is it the buck teeth? Or the hair. Is your hair why nobody has shagged you?" He said inspecting his nails. He was the definition of smug.

"For your information, I actually have been shagged. Twice." she said with confidence.

Now, Draco was suddenly interested. "What? No way? Somebody shagged you! I bet they were drunk. I bet both of you were drunk. You must tell!" His hands now propped up his head, and he looked at her like a schoolgirl gossiping.

"Nope. I can't answer you. It's your turn now. Truth or dare." She said, gleeful when his face dropped to an intense level of disappointment.

"Unlike you, I am brave enough to pick dare" he said triumphantly.

"Wow. I'm so impressed. Hey, maybe you should have been put in Gryffindor! Teach us how to use that Gryffindor bravery" she said, her tone oozing with sarcasm. He gave her his best, what-the-hell-you-bitch-why-would-you-say-that face. "For your information mudblood, I would rather be in Hufflepuff than the-boy-that-wouldn't-bloody-die's house."

"Whatever. Okay, I have a dare for you." Now, she said this slowly. "I dare you to use my bloody wand and use bloody magic to open the bloody door." She almost burst out laughing at how his face paled. Except, of course, she was fricking furious at him for his stupidity.

Draco's mind was zooming. "Oh my Merlin! I can't believe I was so stupid! I had a wand with me for the whole bloody… how long has it been? I don't care. Oh, look at her smirk. Ugh, now she thinks that she's so bloody clever. I just want to smack that sexy smirk right off her- wait what? Sexy? Since when has Granger been sexy? Oh! It's sexy because it's my original smirk. My smirk. Ok. That makes sense. Wait, what were we talking about? Oh, right, THE BLOODY DOOR!" Wasting no more time, he whipped out Hermione's wand, and smirked at her. "See you mudblood." With the wand pointed at the door, he said loudly, "Alohomora!"

Nothing. Confused, Draco furrowed his brow. He said even louder this time, "Confringo!" "Deprimo!" yelled in hopes of detaching the hinges. It did no such thing. He could see the wand's tip glow, but then it would just fade away.

Hermione was prepared to correct him on his spell pronunciation, but there was no need. Each spell was pronounced perfectly, and his wand movements were on point. This made Hermione's heart sink. She watched as Draco desperately starting shooting spell after spell, but nothing worked. He turned to her, breathing hard. She took the wand from him, and he let her. She repeated all the spells he had done, hoping that since the wand didn't belong to him, it wouldn't answer to him. This was not the case.

After 10 minutes of straight spell shooting, Hermione ran out of spells. She turned to face him. Her breathing was heavy. "She actually looks pretty attractive." Draco commented. "Her hair isn't really a bird's nest like it used to be. And her cheeks have a subtle- wait! Hold it! Granger is not attractive! You hear me? Not! It's just the side effects of staying in a small space with a female. Curse my raging hormones."

"This closet is coated in an anti-magic spell. Our wands are useless here. Well, mine is." She said plopping down, defeated.

"No kidding" he said in a harsh tone of voice. Hermione just thought he was angry because they were both stuck in here together for who knows how long, but that wasn't it. He was angry because he could not shove off his sudden attraction to her. And of course, also the fact that they were stuck in this small space together for eternity.

With her wand now useless, Hermione shoved it in her pocket. She made a loud, long groan, much to Draco's… discomfort.

"Do you mind? Some people like to hear themselves think!" He said, clearly irritated.

Hermione just mumbled something along the lines of "touchy", but let it go. She didn't want to argue now or anytime soon. Who knows how much time they'll be spending with each other?

"Hey, Draco."

Draco's head shot up at the sound of his name. What was she playing at? Hermione noticed his suspicion, so she took the courtesy of explaining.

"It's now clear that we'll be spending a lot of time with each other," At this, Draco groaned and leaned his head back against the wall, now staring at the ceiling. Hermione ignored this, and continued. "and I think it would be wise if we make a truce."

"You mean an agreement stating that we won't kill each other?" Draco said, summing up the jist of it.

"Basically."

Author's Note: I know, I know. My chapters are so short. But, I will try to create a new chapter each night. But, just so you know, I'll be gone in 2 weeks, so won't be updating for 1 week. Then I'll be back at it again (with the white vans). Sorry for that… Please comment! Give me suggestion, point out mistakes, or just give me your overall opinion on the chapter! I will answer every comment at the top of every chapter! So please, REVIEW!