Summary: Draco and Hermione are in their 5th year at Hogwarts, and Snape (the git) makes the two of them partners for a potions project. But when they're running from a potential detention they end up getting stuck in the Room of Requirement, and they don't know how to get out!

Written by 3 authors: Goretardedlion (Draco's perspective), Kyra62442 (Hermione's perspective), and Laughing-Spirit13 (Ron's perspective).

THE REQUIREMENT

"…And you'll be with Miss Granger, Draco…"

Why oh why did Professor Snape decide on that?

Draco Malfoy being paired with a mudblood was not the greatest thing in the world. Everybody knew that. Unless Snape had some secret desire to get Granger killed, (though Draco probably wouldn't mind it if she suddenly disappeared, as she was the only reason he wasn't the top of his class…) it was a terrible idea. They had absolutely no patience—for given reasons, of course. They were constantly at each other's necks for the constant need to bicker.

On the other hand, Draco thought, at least he wasn't paired with someone like Weasley, who was bound to be an idiot for the entire duration of the project. Granger wanted to do well on the project, and that much was painfully obvious. But it was good for Draco, because they were a pair who could actually work together on a project, given that they would put aside the fact that they hated each other.

So when Hermione Granger (literally) grabbed him after their preceding potions class to schedule a time to research the project, or at least start the research together, he mildly surprised himself (and most likely Granger) when he complied without any fuss. They were to meet outside the Great Hall after dinner, then go to the library. Easy enough.

"Draco, Draco!" Brought him out of his thoughts.

"What, Crabbe"

"What day is today?" Crabbe asked stupidly.

Oh, how many times did he have to answer this blasted question?

"November 23rd," for the billionth time.

"Oh. Okay."

"But I thought it was the 13th? It should be, since it's a Friday."

"No Goyle, you're 10 days off." Idiot.

"But…" No buts, Mister. Draco doesn't have the patience to deal with that right now. Not that he ever does.

They were sitting in their last class of the day, Transfiguration. McGonagall was going off about something regarding the importance of some-odd thing. Obviously, Draco wasn't paying too much attention. Which was strange for him, because not only was he the top boy (thanks to Granger, not top of the class), but also he secretly considered transfiguration his favorite subject. Regardless of the fact that he grew up in a magical family, he still was awed by the concept of turning one thing into another. No, it was not the fact that he couldn't grasp the idea (like some people), it was just never something he would tire of, like how he had always enjoyed flying ever since he rode his first broomstick when he was 5.

Anyways, back to the important things. Draco wasn't paying attention because there was something odd that had been gnawing away at his brain. It started when he easily cooperated with Granger earlier that day, and therefore he blamed it on her. He really had no idea what it might be, but either way, it was damn distracting.

"Draco, Draco!"

"What, Goyle?" Draco responded with an exasperated sigh.

"Class is over. Are you going to come to dinner?"

Class was over. Oh hey look, we were the only ones left in the classroom. Even McGonagall had left.

"Yeah, yeah. You go ahead, I'll be right behind you." Wait, was he being considerate of the fact that they always needed food?

"Oh, okay!" There they go, running as fast as they could with their fat bodies.

Draco frowned as he left the classroom and began to walk towards the Great Hall. He was just being considerate. And not paying attention in Transfiguration. What was wrong with him?

He shook his head as he entered the Great Hall. He must be slightly off today. He'd go back to normal once he ate something, probably.

He dropped the internal subject and listened to the conversation surrounding his seat. He sat across from Crabbe and Goyle as usual, they were too large to sit in between. Pansy was chatting excitedly to the right of him, and Blaise sat on his left, ignoring everything in his surroundings. Typical.

"So, what are we doing after dinner? Go scare some more first years?" Goyle had asked the exact same question every dinner for the past four years. First year scaring and all. The only reason he hadn't said it their first year was because they were first years.

"No Goyle, I have to work on my potions project with Granger." He didn't want to blow her off. Two years ago he found out that she had a mean right hook, and his dignity wouldn't allow him to hit her back.

"Oh. Was I supposed to work with my partner too?"

"Honestly, can't you keep track of your own schedule? Like I need to mommy you about when you should do your work. I bet your partner needs his mommy though." Goyle's partner was Weasel, and Draco would not doubt that the Weasel mommy still owled them every night to make sure they brushed their teeth.

"Uh, yeah." It's impressive how dumb the two of them were.

The rest of dinner passed by quite smoothly, Draco having to constantly tutor Crabbe and Goyle while they tried to sound smart making stupid comments. Soon enough, it was time for him to go play friends with Granger.

Draco stood up from the table. "Make sure you too don't forget the password to the common room again."

"Mgrh," was their cake-stuffed-faces reply.

Draco calmly scanned the room for Granger. He found her standing beside the Gryffindor table, behind a very red Weasley. (Merlin knows why his face was like that. It made him look like a tomato.) He watched as Granger slowly looked throughout the great hall, until she locked eyes with the one and only Draco Malfoy. When they broke the eye contact, he walked toward the entrance to the Great Hall, finding that Granger did the same.

They met there at the same time. "I need to return some books to the library, but I left them in my dorm. I'm going up to get them before I head to the library." Straight to the point, that girl was.

"That's fine, I'll go with you." Wait, what? Since when was Draco Malfoy chivalrous to mudbloods like Granger? Something was definitely wrong with him today. But, unfortunately, what was said had been said. So, he followed the bushy-haired girl all the way up to the 7th floor, thinking of nothing but how he really disliked Snape at the moment.

Draco waited outside the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Granger to return. Within the time of him waiting outside, he looked out a window, noting how dark the sky was. How much time did they have until the library closed and after-hours began?

It turned out Granger had the same idea when she returned 5 minutes later. "It's quite late, actually," she stated. No kidding.

"And?"

"Well, we should probably hurry. The library should close in a few minutes," and we're on the 7th floor. Awesome. "But Madam Pince likes me, so she probably won't mind. It's getting there and back that is the problem…" She faded off. The clocks chimed. 9 o'clock. They were officially breaking the rules. "We should hurry…" Yet she failed to move.

"Well then, if we're just going to stand here…" and with that, they began walking. Speed walking would probably be the proper term for it, and then running of course, when they heard a faint "Meow" behind them.

Draco and Granger took a quick moment to exchange worried glances before they heard footsteps coming towards them. That was the last thing they needed, particularly with Mrs. Norris on their tail. Their captor's shadow casted upon the wall opposite them. A tall figure with a pointed hat on their head moved swiftly in their direction. The whoosh of robes echoed through the corridor.

"McGonagall!" Granger whispered. Bloody hell. More footsteps. Faster, faster! This isn't going to end well… So what do they do? Only the obvious. Hide.

So, Draco, being the hero, (as always) snatched Granger by the arm. "In here!" he hissed, and dragged her through the door to their left.

The door slammed shut just in time, and the two winded students stared at each other while they recovered from their adventure.

"That… Was way too close," Granger stated.

"We didn't even make it down the stairs before we got caught… Pathetic."

Granger made a "humph" kind of noise and turned around, and began taking in their surroundings. Draco ignored her and decided to do the same. When he did, he couldn't believe his eyes.