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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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Hermione managed to sneak out to check on the ROR after curfew. The boys noticed that she skipped lunch and refused to leave her alone that night. They were more sensitive to her now, especially after their adventures last year. They looked out for her, just as she did for them. When she didn’t eat, they made her, called it payback for keeping their homework on track. She loved them for it, but at the moment she was ready to strangle them.

Instead of completing her homework, she’d studied the magic of the Room of Requirement. It was complex, will based, and completely wonderful. She hadn’t noticed that dinner time had come until the boys dragged her down to the Great Hall. Thankfully, Malfoy was nowhere around. She relaxed and enjoyed a meal but quickly excused herself. She was torn for a few minutes, trying to choose between research and experimentation.

Experimenting won out, leaving her standing outside the ROR deep in thought. She wanted to make sure she understood the full problem with the room. She’d asked it for a short cut earlier and that hadn’t worked. She’d asked it for a comfy place to read and that hadn’t worked. Perhaps she should ask for something she knew they had accessed before. Yes, that was it. Maybe the room just needed a familiar place to lock on to. But which one to pick?

There were several she’d called in the past. There was the DA practice room. The ROR had been damaged then too, by Umbridge of all people. It had repaired itself rather quickly. Perhaps she could call on it and go from there. I want to see the DA classroom again.

She noticed that the door was still the same. It hadn’t changed. While it wasn’t a good sign, she still held out hope. It was as if the room had already become synonymous for her life. If it could pick up and move on, she could too. She cautiously opened the door but it was only a dark room.

“Damn, I was sure it would work that time.”

Draco wanted to hex something. Of course it would be Granger. He had the world’s worst luck. He started to say something when she walked in and closed the door, plunging them in darkness. Fumbling for his wand, he heard her muffled curse and almost smiled. So the goody two shoes had a filthy mouth. That was quite amusing.

“The room wasn’t this bloody dark earlier.”

“Lumos,” Draco hissed. “Language Granger. You’re hurting my delicate ears.”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake,” Granger snapped, trying to cover her shock. “Must you always show up where you are unwanted?”

“On the contrary Granger, it was you who stumbled upon me. And you are very much unwanted so I would appreciate it if you’d leave.”

“Gladly,” she said through gritted teeth and pulled out her wand, lighting it.

Draco watched with growing horror as she tried and failed to open the door. Mumbling, she tried several unlocking charms to no avail. The door didn’t budge. She was growing increasingly aggravated, throwing her weight against the door to try and break it open.

“Step aside Granger,” he said tiredly. “You’ll never get it with your frame.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I am much bigger and therefore have more weight to throw behind the door.”

She started to argue, but motioned for him to try. He did, but the door didn’t budge.

“Maybe a blasting hex,” he muttered and tried one. His wand only swished through the air in impotent motions.

“What was that?” Granger snickered.

Draco frowned and studied his wand, casting another lumos. It lit up just fine. He extinguished it and tried again, this time with a bit more force. Nothing. It was like his magic was gone. But no, he cast the lumos again perfectly.

“What the fuck?”

“Here, let me try,” she said in aggravation and threw a slicing hex at the door. Nothing. Not even a spark. She looked curiously at her wand. “What?”

She tried again and again. Still nothing. Draco was getting worried. Why wasn’t the door opening? He tried casting in tandem with her. Still nothing. He cast a myriad of other spells. He lit up the room, conjured some water, scourgified it, dried his clothes, and managed to levitate a piece of Granger’s unruly hair, but any sort of destructive hex or jinx fizzled.

“We’re trapped,” Granger whispered.

“Oh no we are bloody well not!” Draco yelled. He would not be trapped in here with that bloody know-it-all. His nerves couldn’t take it.

“Then what do you suggest?” Hermione huffed, feeling more and more helpless as the time wore on. “Defensive charms won’t work and I highly doubt that we’ll be able to levitate or scourgify the door away.”

Draco wracked his brain. “Fire. Maybe we can burn the door down.”

“I don’t think that would work,” Hermione said. “It was fire that destroyed it last time. If defensive charms didn’t work, I think it would definitely not allow fire anywhere near it.”

“So you’d rather be stuck in here then?”

“Of course not! I just…I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m going to try it anyway.” Draco closed his eyes, summoning the darkness that always floated in his soul.

Darkness was needed to draw from to create Fiendfyre. He opened his eyes, concentrating on aiming for the door. It wouldn’t do for the flames to get out of control. That’s where Crabbe and Goyle had failed. It took unfaltering concentration to wield the flames. It had taken him two years to achieve the discipline to conjure it under Snape’s watchful eyes. Now he just needed to throw it at the door.

Hermione gasped in shock when Malfoy’s eyes flew open. They were black as coal, all traces of the normal pewter irises gone. Every line in his face had disappeared, revealing a deadly calm demeanor. Draco Malfoy, the arrogant pureblood arsehole was gone. In his place, a deadly warrior was poised to strike.

Draco gave it his all, ignoring Granger’s shocked gasp. He imagined he did look rather evil at the moment. Darkness had a tendency to do that. He let the spell travel down his arm and manifest in his wand, letting it leap and flow. But he was stopped, almost as if someone had corked it. He could still feel it burning just under his skin, but it wouldn’t leave. He fought down panic, for if he didn’t release the darkness, it would consume him.

“Duck Granger,” he said, his voice raspy with tension.

Hermione didn’t ask questions. Whatever Malfoy was playing with, she didn’t want any part of it. She scuttled to the back of the room and curled up in the corner. Somehow, his tone just smacked of power and she wasn’t going to take any chances. Malfoy had proved he could be a dangerous foe. She wasn’t afraid of him per se, but if he lost control he’d be a force to reckon with.

Draco knew he didn’t have much time. He had to release all that dark energy into another form, one the room would accept. With elemental magic, the easiest thing to do was to convert it to another element. Water was out. They’d both drowned with as much energy as he’d built up. Earth was out too. The room would crumble from the sheer force of the quake. It would most definitely be stopped. That left air. It was an intriguing idea. Perhaps he could blow the door down. He spared a thought for Granger, hoping she’d heeded his warning. There was no time to argue with her.

He let the spell fly, almost crying out in relief when the magic burst from his wand. It created such a strong wind that it spiraled in the room like a tornado, knocking the breath out of him temporarily. The door rattled, hair whipped about his face, cloak flapped furiously. Nearing the end of the torrent, he released his hold on the darkness, the wind dying down to a gentle breeze before disappearing all together.

Nothing. The door, while bowed slightly from the force, remained tightly closed. He dropped to his knees in exhaustion. Dark Arts always took it out of him, no matter how much he practiced.

“We’re not getting out of here by ourselves, Granger,” he panted.

AN: So now what, eh? It looks like they might be there for a while. Special thanks to Luminari for reviewing. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. This story is running away with me. I might have to put a leash on it soon. Until next time...love you guys.
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