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The pair left the sleeping Draco, sneaking down to the dungeons so that they might use the time-turner without being disturbed. Hermione had shot him one last look from the doorway before closing the door on her mistake. Once the cold stone floor had hit her feet and she'd been able to think without the influence of hormones, she realised that sleeping with alternative-reality Malfoy may not have been the best idea. She was aware of the perils of different-selves coming into contact with one another outside of their natural time, and hoped that her encounter wouldn't have any negative ramifications.
She followed Draco into the store room slowly, her mind running through the previous encounter with alternative-Draco. Her hands ran along the velvet of her skirt and she bit her lip, reliving his caress.
Her Draco scowled and snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, jolting her out of the fantasy.
'You need to focus.' He growled, pushing the time turner into her hands. 'I don't want to end up in the 1800s because you weren't paying attention.' His body language had been screaming 'annoyed' since he'd found her in bed, and now she knew - he was jealous of himself.
Draco moved away from her and opened the door to the vanishing cabinet, gesturing for her to enter. She acquiesced, climbing into the cramped space. She lifted the chain over her head, her fingers moving to the dials instinctively. He climbed in after her, shutting the door and enclosing them both in the darkness. Hermione hadn't questioned his decision, knowing it was the only way they could travel back to Hogwarts and enter the grounds. He reached out in the darkness, hands coming into contact with her dress. His hands moved up the velvet slowly, searching for the metal chain. He could feel that Hermione was holding her breath at the contact, as if he were touching her for the first time. His fingers wrapped around the chain and he pulled away, lifting it over his own head. They were now bound together, ready for the journey.
Draco waited for something - anything - to happen.
'Is it broken?' He finally asked, confused.
'I'm thinking,'
'About what? Let's go.'
'Be quiet.' Hermione was wondering how far back they needed to go, in order to intercept the demon and save the future. Draco let out an exasperated sigh and began to tap his fingers against the wood of the cabinet, bored. Draco said that Harry's body was taken up to the school, so he can't have been killed before the Battle, but the other students had been hiding out in the room of requirement for who knows how long. It would screw up time further if Draco and I were to appear in the room of requirement moments before our younger selves appeared...
Draco grinned in the darkness and raised his eyebrows, although Hermione couldn't see the gesture.
'Do you remember the time in Professor Binn's cupboard?' He licked his lips, feeling the heat emanating from her body. It wouldn't be fair if the him-who-wasn't-him got all the action that night. 'It was an awful lot like this,' he whispered, leaning forward.
There was the sudden noise of gears whirring against metal and Draco felt as if the pair were spinning. The effect was enough to replace his lust with nausea.
When the spinning finally stopped, he was swaying from side-to-side in the cupboard, dizzy. An arm reached past him in the dark, opening the door. He tipped from the cupboard and onto the floor with a loud thud, dragging Hermione with him. She landed on top of his body moments later, making Draco grimace further. Hermione tried to pull free from him, forgetting about the chain. The action pulled Draco's head up to hers, and their foreheads smacked against one another. Draco swore, his head hitting the floor again in a second impact and Hermione winced.
As the pain faded, Draco smirked at her, relishing the situation they had found themselves in. His hands moved over the skirt of her dress and up to her waist, fingers trailing idly across the velvet. She was also consumed by the realisation of proximity and moved her face down to his, mouth parting slowly in preparation of the kiss.
Her lips were within millimetres of his when the pair were interrupted.
'Oh, Seamus!' A female voice exclaimed.
Hermione's eyes jerked open in surprise. Draco glanced away from her, twisting his head to determine the source of the outburst. Hermione's gaze followed, roaming the contents of the room of requirement. No-one else was visible, but the room was heavily cluttered, decades of detritus piled high in tottering hills.
There was a giggle, followed by a male grunt. They were definitely not alone in the room.
'Say my name,' the girl said, followed by another giggle. Draco returned his gaze to hers, looking at her enquiringly.
'Susan,' another grunt, 'Susan...'
Hermione glanced back down at him in horror. Seamus and Susan! She thought to herself in disbelief. Draco bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing, not sure whether it was Seamus and Susan's rendezvous or Hermione's expression which was the most amusing.
Hermione pulled herself free from Draco, removing the chain from his throat. They both crept over to the closest pile of bric-a-brac, and Draco peered around the corner. He recoiled at the sight, knocking back into Hermione and stepping on her foot. She hit him in the shoulder, silently displaying her annoyance at his clumsiness. He looked back at her and shrugged, wondering what they were meant to do now.
She held up a finger to his lips to ask for silence, then tip-toed away from him to approach the couple from a different angle.
When she returned, she was carrying two sets of robes, and offered one to him. Draco grimaced at the thought of trying to fit into Seamus' robes and shook his head. Hermione's eyes widened, trying to plead with him. He shook his head once more and began to pout.