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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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AN: I was having terrible writers block the other day and I thought, what would happen if I locked these two in a room together and refused to let them out? Aaaannddd... this story came along. I'm not abandoning my other two fics, so don't worry. But this little ditty has already claimed eight chapters of my time so I thought I'd share it.

Hermione was angry. No, livid. Yes, that was closer to what she felt at the present moment. That bloody ferret was going to pay for this. How dare he ruin her potion in full view of the entire class! Oh, she was going to get him.

And Snape. He didn’t even acknowledge what happened. No. He merely sneered and told her that what landed in her cauldron was her responsibility. One would think that after he gained his freedom from two masters, he would lighten up. But no. He still remained the same calloused prick he always was.

“Oof!”

Hermione stumbled backwards after she knocked into someone. She looked up to see the Headmaster in full eye-twinkling, purple robed splendor.

“Are you alright Miss Granger?”

“I-um, yes. I’m sorry sir. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“That is quite alright. Would you mind accompanying an old man on a walk about the castle?”

“Oh, um, sure sir. Where are we going?”

“During the battle, the Room of Requirement suffered. I wanted to see if we could repair the damages.”

Hermione fell silent, reflecting on the battle as they journeyed up the stairs to the seventh floor. She could still smell smoke in the air six months later. The battle was short but unmercifully bloody, the punctuation of a long sixth year spent searching for Horcruxes, finished just two weeks before school dismissed. Unfortunately, Voldemort knew what they were up to. He’d gathered his Death Eaters to storm the castle. The massive attack crumbled the castle’s defenses, students still inside.

As they passed one particular door in a hallway, another memory came sliding into focus. Snape, in an incredible act of selflessness, ushered all the students below fifth year into an abandoned classroom and fought everyone who dared enter. It earned him a near miss by anyone’s standards. Who could have guessed he was a vampire? He took the killing curse bravely, never missing a beat. None of the children in that classroom got more than a speck of dirt in their eyes. It earned Snape an Order of Merlin, First Class. He deserved it, even if he was a greasy undead git.

“So many memories,” Dumbledore breathed, reaching out to feel the castle walls every now and then.

“Happy or sad, sir?”

“Both, I would imagine,” Dumbledore said softly.

Hermione nodded in agreement. Yes, so many memories…and this was her last year. But her most vivid memories were from the battle. She remembered Harry walking down these very stairs. Snape had caught him and thrust a vial full of memories at him as he ran by the classroom. Harry hadn’t given it a second thought as he rushed to find Dumbledore’s pensieve. When he came back down, he was white as a sheet.

“I have to die,” he’d said softly, holding her and Ron off with a raised hand. “No, I’m the last Horcrux.”

“What about the snake, mate?” Ron asked.

“Kill her,” Harry said simply and continued on his journey down the stairs, not even blinking at the destruction going on around him.

She remembered fighting through tear filled eyes. She never saw the cutting curse coming at her. But someone did. That someone came barreling into her, causing her to crash to the floor, just narrowly escaping getting cut in half.

“Fuck Granger, watch it!”

Draco Malfoy gave her one look filled with something she still didn’t understand before he scrambled off the floor and charged back into the fight again. No one knew what motivated him to save so many lives that day. He’d done it countless times. Stories from survivors ranged from being knocked out of the way of a deadly hex to having their opponent struck down before they could utter another word.

Malfoy managed to survive, though he refused to tell anyone the motive of his actions that day. Many were grateful to him, herself included, but he continued to be the same self-righteous, prejudiced bastard he always was. No one bothered trying to say thank you anymore. He’d either belittle them or hex them, just to get them away from him. He was an enigma, and a burr under her skin at the moment.

She almost shouted a curse at the thought, but was brought up short with the changing of the stairs. It was here she’d been standing when Harry fell, a victim of the killing curse at the hands of Voldemort. With tears in his eyes, Ron ushered her on. They couldn’t stop fighting now, not when Harry had given his very life to save them. Neville thought the same thing, pulling out the Sword of Gryffindor and striking Nagini down a moment later.

Death Eaters ushered a seemingly wounded Voldemort into a corner as they fought to defend him from the now enraged staff and Order members in the castle. Everything was in slow motion after that. The Creeveys, dead on the stair case. Moody, lying broken in a corner. Eloise Midgen, mauled by a werewolf. Percy, cut in half after having come home only a week beforehand. Dozens of aurors, Marcus Belby, Sue Li, Zacharias Smith,Cormack McLaggen, Millicent Bulstrode…their faces swam in and out of focus.

“He lived Miss Granger,” Dumbledore said softly.

Hermione’s mind wrenched out of her melancholy to focus on the Headmaster. Yes, Harry had risen and taken out Voldemort once and for all.

“But so many didn’t,” she breathed.

“And that is why we carry them in our hearts and minds…always.”

Hermione gave him a watery smile. Yes, gone but not forgotten.

“Ah, here we are.”

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what had become of the Room of Requirement. The stories she’d heard were that the room burned from Fiendfyre cast by either Crabbe or Goyle. No one knew, because neither boy made it out alive. They’d taken Slughorn and Trelawney with them.

“It’s quite dreadful,” Dumbledore said softly.

Hermione agreed whole heartedly. While the room had been cleaned out, and the stones replaced, it looked even sadder than the most damaged classrooms. There was no spark, no ounce of magic she could feel coming from it. It was four walls, a floor, and a ceiling. There were no windows and only one door. And the door remained all the time now, she’d noticed. It never disappeared.

“Try to ask it for something,” Dumbledore encouraged.

Hermione thought hard. What was something she wanted more than anything else…besides smacking Malfoy in the face…again. Well, she was kind of hungry. She’d skipped lunch because she was too angry to eat. But the ROR wouldn’t give her food, she knew. It couldn’t do that before. But, maybe it could give her a short cut to the kitchen. Help me get to the kitchen…and avoid Malfoy.

Nothing.

“Try something else,” Dumbledore said as he passed his wand over the room in quick fashion.

What else could she ask it for? Well, reading had always put her at ease. But the school had a library… and she had tons of books in her bag. That was it. She just needed a comfy place to read. Piece of cake. She thought a little more enthusiastically this time. All I want is a comfy chair to curl up in…and forget that Malfoy ever existed.

Nothing.

“Well, we have some work to do then,” Dumbledore said, that damned twinkle still in his eye. “Thank you Miss Granger.”

“Sir, is there anything I can do to help?”

She was concerned for the room. It was a part of Hogwarts. It deserved to be refinished, treated with respect, restored to its former glory.

“I am not quite certain. However, you might come ask it things from time to time.”

“Of course.”

She would too. Maybe one day it would respond and the castle would be whole again. Then maybe the holes in hearts left after the war would start to mend, too.

AN: So, that's the start. These chapters will be small, all around three pages or so. Draco's POV is next. What does everyone think? Worth the space on the page? Review and let me know.
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