Both Hermione and Draco had been trying to produce a patronus for more than an hour, and neither of them had gotten any farther than a tiny plume of sliver smoke.

"We've been at it for awhile now Draco," Hermione sighed wearily. "It's hopeless until we get some rest."

"No! I. Can. Do. This!" Malfoy replied through gritted teeth. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECT- EXPE-"

Hermione saw the desperation in his eyes, as he tried to conjure the charm, but it was no use. Happy thoughts were slightly deprived from the two fifth year students at the moment, due to their precarious situation, and Hermione was quite sure that Draco was just exhausting himself at the moment. She yawned and stretched her arms up above her bushy-haired head, checking her watch. No wonder we're both tired! According to the watch, we've been awake for more than a day! There hasn't been much improvement as far as mastering the patronus charm; maybe we just need some sleep.

Draco was still reciting the spell, but he was cut off by the sudden appearance of Hermione's arm on his, slowly guiding his wand arm down to its side.

"Draco, you need to stop; you've been at it for quite some time, and we both need to sleep."

"I don't need sleep. I can master this!" The blond sounded incredibly irritated as he spat back in response.

"Why are you so frustrated?"

"Because, I'm stuck in this tiny little room with you! Until one of us masters a patronus, it could be ages before anyone realizes that we're actually in here, let alone the fact that we still have no way of getting out!"

This, this is tiny? Wow. He must have been brought up in a really nice house. Probably huge as well, with servants, and food made by the finest chefs, and- Hermione cut herself off of her own thinking. Am I jealous of Draco Malfoy? No, surly I can't be. But still, he should understand what small really means. With that, Hermione grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder, and dragged him into the closet on the other side of the room.

"Granger! What are you doing? You're going to rip my arm out of its socket!"

"I'm showing you what tiny really means! Because not all of us were fortunate enough to live in a house where there are so many rooms that we can have three bedrooms! Take Harry for example, he lived in a cupboard under some stairs for ten years!"

Malfoy had no reply to this, and surprisingly allowed himself to be dragged into the closet. Hermione spun him around, and he watched her as she pulled the doors shut.

It was pitch black in the closet, and Hermione jumped at the sound of a loud thud. "Granger?" Came Malfoy's voice from somewhere below her, who apparently had fallen.

"Yes? What is it Malfoy?"

"Either this is a much bigger closet than I thought, or your definition of tiny is slightly skewed."

"What are you talking about now?" Irritated, she stretched out her hands, trying to find the wall that she knew was there a moment before. Instead, her shin hit something solid.

"OW! Oh this is ridiculous! LUMOS!" What Hermione saw took her completely by surprise, and she nearly dropped her wand to the carpeted floor below.

For Hermione, there was no mistaking the room they were in now. The soft shade of lavender was painted on the walls, that were completely lined with bookshelves on one side, a bed and door leading to a hallway on another, a desk under two windows on the third wall, and her closet behind her on the fourth wall.

They had somehow managed to get inside her bedroom.

"Damn Granger," Draco huffed as he drew up from the floor, "what did you do this time?"

"I'm not sure!" But the tone in Hermione's voice was far from concerned. In fact, she was delighted, and she displayed her emotions by leaping onto the bed with the goofiest grin on her face.

"I'm guessing this is your room then," he drawled as he strode over to the bedside. "It's –" his eyes scanned the room, "nice."

"Don't pretend you like it if you really don't," said Hermione crossly from the bed, "it will only make it worse."

"Hmm," was the only reply from Draco as he sunk down in her desk chair. He seemed interested in something in her room, but Hermione couldn't tell exactly what.

"Well this is interesting," Hermione reflected, "somehow, we managed to get inside a different room, my room, when we went into the closet. But I'm sure I opened it before, and surly I would have noticed if there was a different room that you could access from it."

"Getting out of this room is going to be trickier than I thought. It's like we're in a room, within a room. And who knows? We could keep going farther in!"

Draco Malfoy hadn't signaled in anyway that he was paying attention to Hermione. In fact, he seemed to be sleeping.

"Typical Malfoy," muttered Hermione.

Malfoy's eyes opened lazily, and he said, "Pretending to sleep, or actually sleeping, whichever I prefer, is an excellent solution for blocking out the sound of your voice."

"Oh good, you're awake," said Hermione sarcastically. "Well, since we're here, we had better get some real sleep; I checked my watch earlier, and I think that we've been up for over twenty four hours, although it's seemed far less than that to us."

"Since we're here?" Draco quoted Hermione, "How is this room any better than the first Granger?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, there's a nice bed here."

"Trying to talk me into having sex? Tisk, tisk Granger, I never took you for a slut."

Hermione's face turned tomato red, "I am not asking you to have sex Draco Malfoy!" she retorted with a great force behind her voice. "I am simply saying that this bed is big enough for two, and if you don't want to sleep on that chair, then I'd be perfectly fine moving over so you can have room!"

That boy! After all this, he's cracking sex jokes? I thought he was opening up to his true, gentle-self; but I guess I was wrong. He's still the same, stuck-up, inconsiderate wizard.

"Sure, Granger, sure," Malfoy responded with a smirk. "Whatever you say!"

"Fine! If you don't want to sleep on the bed, feel free to sleep in the chair, or better, the floor! I'm sure you'll be comfy."

With that, Hermione got under the bed covers, and whispered "Nox," as Draco stared at her with amusement dancing lightly in his gray eyes.