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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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“Tempus.”

Draco sneered at the word. He was really starting to hate that spell. Still, he cracked his eyes open and gawked at the clock.

60 hours.

They’d been asleep for a very long time. He felt hunger gnawing at his stomach again, but there was something much more pressing. Rather, that something was pressing into Granger’s bum. It was normal for a guy to get wood in the mornings, but this was Granger he was sleeping beside. He didn’t want her to know and tried backing out of the bed to keep her from noticing.

“Stop wiggling,” Hermione snapped.

“I have to use the loo,” Draco growled.

“Fine,” Hermione sighed, handing him the cloak and shivering at the sudden coldness.

He felt bad watching her suffer but if he didn’t use the loo, he was going to embarrass himself even further. 60 hours and now they didn’t so much as blink when the other had to take care of business. It was quite eerie how quickly they fell into a routine. Still, this was survival. Killing each other wouldn’t be productive.

He relieved himself, willing his erection to go down. Despite his hunger, the cold, and the embarrassing knowledge that there was a girl just on the other side of the flimsy cloak that probably knew about his dilemma, the damned thing would not go away. He wasn’t about to wank with her there. He’d just have to make sure to position himself so she wouldn’t know and ignore it.

“Wonder how long Dobby has tried getting food in,” Hermione said when Malfoy finished and returned, careful to sit to the side. “It looks like he managed to replace the bread, fruit, and veg, but nothing else.”

Draco was brought out of his inner-monologue to his cock when she drew it to his attention. “I wonder if we ate it all if he could replace it.”

Hermione shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”

They left the cot, huddled around the fire, and ate, thankful for the reprieve from their nagging hunger. It wasn’t much, but it seemed to warm them up. They each finished with a glass of water and decided to lie back down. Conserving energy was important, especially if they’d just eaten their last meal.

Draco paused, debating with himself. Should he lay beside her and risk having her know he was still rock hard? If he didn’t, she would be cold with nothing but the makeshift mattress underneath her. He wondered how long the transfiguration would last before it turned back into his shirt. He could give her his cloak, but then he’d freeze.

Then again, that might make his erection go away…painful as that thought was. It was already starting to ache. He hadn’t quite experienced this before. Rendezvous weren’t exactly plentiful this year, too many pitfalls of indulging. He’d become quite familiar with his hand, which he couldn’t do here. If things continued on this way, he was going to be one frustrated bloke.

Hermione bit back the urge to yell at Malfoy. She’d clearly felt his erection earlier. Honestly, it didn’t faze her. She’d spent way too many nights with Harry and Ron to not know what happened when teenage boys slept next to a female…or by themselves. She had decided to ignore it. It wasn’t like Malfoy was trying to get into her knickers. In fact, he shot backwards so quickly she almost laughed at him but stayed silent, if only to keep the peace. She was more annoyed at the loss of warmth anyway.

However, it looked like Malfoy might still have a problem. She couldn’t help but cast a glance at his crotch, which he was trying valiantly to conceal from her. Yes, he looked distinctly uncomfortable. He looked to be warring with himself on whether or not to join her. He was probably as mortified now as she was when she admitted to needing the loo. It was rather silly of her, now that she looked back on it. Things were quickly becoming just a little too comfortable for her tastes.

She decided to cut him a break and not argue with him. She needed something a little larger than her jumper to cover her though. Luckily, she was wearing a camisole under her jumper because it tended to be a little itchy. There was nothing for that though. She pulled off the jumper, almost laughing when Malfoy gasped, and transfigured it into a blanket. It was just as itchy, but it at least covered her whole body now. She lay down and closed her eyes, hoping to warm up soon.

Draco was trying very hard not to focus on the image of Granger without her jumper. The camisole did very little to hide her curvy form. It was also quite sheer, giving him a faint glimpse of a dark colored bra. She was much more stacked than he had originally thought. There was something to say for shapeless garments. The lack of them was doing nothing for his libido. He might not like the girl, but he had to admit that she was rather attractive, always had been really.

He shifted again, making his cock brush against the wool of his trousers. It was all he could do to bite back the moan that threatened to escape. Damn, this was miserable. He wondered if he could place a silencing charm up and tried it. No such luck though. Of course, Granger had probably already tried when she used the loo. He was in for a very uncomfortable time.

Hermione was quickly becoming aggravated with Malfoy’s fidgeting. It was obvious that he was aroused. He probably didn’t even realize that he was shifting and grunting so frequently. It was getting on her already frazzled nerves. His breathing picked up and she quickly cracked an eye open, almost expecting him to be having it off. No, he was trying very hard to remain still and failing miserably.

She remembered this same scenario with Harry. He’d been used to being with Ginny, having regular- erm- activities, and was rather frustrated. Ron had returned to Hogwarts in a snit with the necklace. Once he’d given it to Dumbledore, his snarly attitude had changed but her and Harry had moved on to look for the goblet. She’d already been agitated with Ron’s departure and was sick of Harry’s snippy attitude and fidgeting and promptly ordered him to go off and take care of himself. She managed to take care of herself in that time as well.

Malfoy, on the other hand, couldn’t go off anywhere. She already knew she couldn’t place a silencing charm up. If he needed relief, she’d hear it happen. She tried to look at it a different way. It was another body function, wasn’t it? Granted, it wasn’t as immediate as eating or drinking or using the loo, but it was part of life. Besides, she knew from experience that frustrated males were absolutely wretched company. Then again, she was rather bad company herself during her monthly. Hopefully they would be out of here before then.

Malfoy shifted again, stifling a grunt and she had enough. “For fucks sake Malfoy, just go take care of it.”

“What?” Draco croaked. He could hardly believe his ears.

“Look, I felt it earlier and I realize that you can’t help it. So why don’t you go over to the corner and take care of it.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Draco said, trying desperately to save face.

Hermione sighed. “I camped with two boys Malfoy. If you think you can hide your arousal, you are sorely mistaken. Just go take care of it and we’ll never talk about it again. Okay?”

Draco groaned. “Merlin this is embarrassing.”

Hermione sighed. “I imagine that the longer we’re held here, the worse it’s going to get. It’s part of life. Why get hung up on it?”

Draco eyed her curiously. “You’re not at all like I thought you were, Granger.”

She opened her eyes and stared at him a few moments. “War changes everything Malfoy.”

He nodded and got up to go to the corner. “Truer words were never spoken.”

Mortified and just a little intrigued, Draco put up his cloak again. Granger calling him out had caused his erection to wane a bit but the memory of her in her camisole caused it to stand at full attention again. He stifled a groan and freed himself. There was nothing else for it. He tried to remain quiet, stroking himself as efficiently as possible while eliminating unnecessary noises. Never, as long as he lived, would he ever mention that when he came, it was to thoughts of a barely dressed Granger just feet away.

Hermione felt her temperature rise a few degrees when Malfoy disappeared behind the cloak. He was trying to be quiet, but she could still hear the whisper of skin on skin. She could picture him, leaning on the wall for support as he stroked himself to completion. What was he thinking about? Was he well endowed? She couldn’t deny that he was a handsome devil, prick that he was. She shivered when his muffled groan sounded a few minutes later.

Without a word, he had cleaned up and crawled in behind her on the mattress, draping his cloak over both of them. His breathing dropped off, deep and even puffs of air blowing across her neck. She couldn’t help but think that she might be the frustrated one if this kept up. Merlin they needed to get out of here. Things were getting just a bit too…close.

AN: Did the room just get warmer? *evil grin* Anyone have a guess what the room throws at them next? I tell you guys what. I'm glad I had this chapter written because after the day I had at work yesterday, I couldn't think straight. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Reviews are like a box of chocolates, they're all SWEET! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys.
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