A/N: Thanks to xxxxcrazychickxxxx and Princess Draco MalfoySlytherin for the reviews! Here's the next chapter. This was actually my first idea for this fic, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I'm getting so bored of writing these, it just makes me slightly depressed.

Chapter 17 - Snowed In

November passed by in a flash. Hermione was always working so she was rarely seen. Everything had gotten back to normal except that the workload was even bigger. Ginny seemed somewhat right about what she said about Malfoy. He never mentioned it or did it again.

He only talked to her if it was required for lessons, but what Hermione found strange was she saw him look at her much more often than usual. She also noticed he rarely emerged from broom closets with girls, which assured her he had listened to what she said about him being insensitive. But she didn't waste time thinking about him as she was too busy studying.

In mid December she decided she would surprise her parents and go home for the Christmas holidays. Harry and Ron were leaving later, so while Hermione packed they played a game of Wizard Chess. After she was finished packing she had an early night because she had to be up early for the train ride.

The next morning Hermione got up at 5:30 and dressed. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black turtleneck. She went down for breakfast and looked around at the other students in the hall. She looked towards the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy realizing he must also be going home for Christmas.

After she finished she walked outside to get a carriage. The ride started and Hermione looked out the window, when she felt the carriage speed up. Soon it was out of control she looked out and realized one of the other carriages was doing the same thing. She noticed that both carriages were heading towards the forest.

"AHH!" yelled Hermione the carriage was toppling over. She quickly climbed out and realized that the other carriage was behind her and she heard the hooves of centaurs. Malfoy ran up behind her "come on." They started running not knowing where they were going. The snow was falling quickly and was extremely thick. They saw a small cottage up about 100 meters away.

"Look we can go in there," called Hermione. They ran into the house and heard a lock click behind them.

"Did you lock it?" They both asked at the same time. Instantly they tried the lock to make sure they weren't locked in. They were, and even if they could unlock it they would be snowed in by the time they got it open.

"Oh no," sighed Hermione and she read a note on the door.

Dear whoever has entered this cottage,

You have entered an enchanted cottage. This cottage only appears when needed desperately. People outside can see it when it is occupied. While here you might discover many secrets held within. The door can't be opened from the inside, the only way out is if the door is opened from the outside. This cottage has been vacant for many years, so please excuse the old fashioned style. As you do not know how long your stay shall be please make yourself at home.

Sincerely,

Edgar & Eliza Klein

"What?" asked Draco who hadn't seen the note.

"Read this," said Hermione

Draco looked at the note she indicated and read it quickly. His jaw dropped.

"What! I have to stay her with a mudblood," he said outraged. Hermione had a hurt look in her eyes but she hid it at once.

"Yes and I'm going to enjoy myself so much with a stuck up, annoying, self-centered ferret," snapped Hermione. She looked at the window and muttered a spell to break the glass, it didn't work. She sighed and decided to see if she could summon her trunk.

"Accio trunk," she said. She waited… and waited … and here it comes. It went right through the glass window like it was air. She walked over and levitated it to the next room. She decided to look around, as it was better than staying around that ferret. She wandered up the stairs. There was only one bedroom. It was a big room with a queen size bed.

There was washroom right next to the bedroom; it was huge with a very large bathtub and shower. The whole place was decorated elegantly. But her favourite room was the lounge. It had a huge window with a window seat. A lot of couches and books; it was nothing compared to the Hogwarts library, but they were books all the same. She was overwhelmed at the prospect of having some new books to read. She went back downstairs, hoping Malfoy wasn't there. She looked around; apparently he left already.

Perfect now she could look around the first floor. There was a small room with a few chairs, a desk and one bookshelf. There was an old fashion kitchen with a stove and a wooden table. Hermione looked in the cupboards to see if there was any food, but all the cupboards were empty. She tried all the cupboards but accidentally opened the first one again. This time it was full of food.

Cool, the letter was right. There are all sorts of surprises.

Hermione looked in a room near the kitchen. It was about 7:00, the sun was just rising. The room Hermione entered was small. It looked like a walk in closet but it had a desk and a small couch shoved in. At the desk there was also a small wooden stool. Hermione pulled the stool over to the window and gasped. The view was beautiful the sun was just rising and the sky was a light pink with a bit of orange. She decided this was her second favourite room after the lounge.

By 10:00 am Malfoy decided to constantly stay in the lounge as he knew it would annoy Hermione. So Hermione acted above such nonsense and took out a few books at a time a read by the window in the smaller study. Soon it was 12:00 and Hermione decided to get some lunch. As she entered the kitchen she saw that Malfoy had just entered too.

"What's for lunch?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're having but I'm having a sandwich," replied Hermione.

"Aren't you going to make me lunch Granger?" sneered Malfoy just to annoy her. Hermione looked really ticked off.

"Really Malfoy I know you're a good for nothing pure blood but seriously can't you do anything for yourself?"

"Why would I do things for myself when I can have a mudblood servant like you."

"You are such an insufferable prat," said Hermione angrily. She turned around and stomped out the door and stomped up the stairs. Malfoy smirked; he loved getting her mad. Then he heard a crash instantly followed by a scream.

"What can't even walk up a set of stairs Granger?" There was no reply.

"Granger?"