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A/N: Gah! Only two days of school a week and I'm already going stir crazy. And I mean CA-RAY-ZA-ZEE!!!! You know what I mean? Anyway, here is the second chapter to this story. I hope you guys like this one as well.

Chapter Two: Let's Get Together…

Hermione woke up slowly the next morning. At least, she thought it was morning. Rubbing her head, she realized that there was someone lying next to her. Very close to her. She didn't remember falling asleep next to anyone. Better yet, she didn't remember falling asleep at all. She opened her eyes to see who where she was. The lights were extremely bright, leading her to believe that she was in some sort of infirmary. What would she be doing in the infirmary?

The person lying next to her began to stir. Hermione had to blink a few times before her vision would come into focus. When the blur began to lessen, her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. Lying next to her was the last male on the planet she wanted to be anywhere near; the only male she wanted to avoid- Draconis Lucius Malfoy.

The male in question opened his eyes and, after a moment of visual adjustment, looked at Hermione and reiterated her expression from only a moment before. Then, they both did what was expected of two teenagers who despised each other and were currently lying next to each other to do. They screamed.

"AAAAHHHH!" they cried in unison.

"Get away from me, Granger!" He pushed her, causing her to nearly fall off the cot.

"Stop touching me, Malfoy!" shot Hermione, barely catching herself from falling.

"Ha! I bet you liked climbing onto this bed with me."

"Ha! That's rich! Ouch! Stop pushing me!" They continued to fight against each other until Draco managed to push her completely off the cot. Unfortunately, he felt something pull him along with her. He fell right on top of her, causing the scene to appear potentially embarrassing.

"Get off me, Malfoy!" Hermione shouted.

"Gladly, Granger!" he shouted back.

"No need to shout at me, you bloody ferret. I'm right here." She finally managed to push him off her. They both stood up and tried to walk in separate directions. Yet, they couldn't. When they tried to pull away, a strong force brought them together, causing them to bump into each other.

"What is this?" Draco hissed. He placed his hand on her shoulder and proceeded to shove.

"Stop that!" hissed Hermione. She quickly slapped his hand away. He glared at her before returning his attention to the problem at hand. They both tried to tear themselves apart, but were once again pulled together. Every time they tried to pull apart, they were pulled right back together again.

"Bloody hell," frowned Draco.

"Arrgh!" cried Hermione. She stopped pulled and huffed. "Alright, if we're going to do this, we've got to work together."

"In your dreams, mudblood!" growled Draco. Hermione glared at him.

"Look, I want to get away from you as much as you want to get away from me, but we are not going to achieve anything by working against each other." Draco looked at her and growled.

"What are you getting at?" he growled.

"Exactly what I said!" she shot back. Draco went to retort when the infirmary door opened and Madam Pomfrey walked it.

"Ah, good, you're up," she said. She closed the door behind her and walked over to them, stopping just before them. She sighed and placed her right hand on her hip and her left hand underneath her chin. "Hmm. You are still stuck together, I see."

"Still?" asked Draco. "How long have we been like this?"

"Since you were brought in from Potions class," said Madam Pomfrey, obviously irritated by the tone of voice Draco was using with her.

"Madam Pomfrey, how much longer shall we be stuck like this?" Hermione asked, trying to remain rational.

"I do not know," the medi-witch sighed. She indicated the cot and Draco and Hermione sat down, albeit angrily. They kept shoving each other in the side. When they've finally settled down and looked at Madam Pomfrey, she continued. "The side effects of this potion are yet unknown. We also are unsure as to how long any of the effects might have."

"Well… isn't there an anti-potion we could use?" asked Draco. He was desperate to get away from Hermione. He didn't like her… not one bit. Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"It is far too risky to use an anti-potion when we are still unaware of what the potion is and what it entails. For all we know, it could go away in five minutes, or it could last five months."

"FIVE MONTHS?" shouted Hermione and Draco at the same time.

"Unacceptable!" cried Draco.

"Five months?" breathed Hermione. They began to babble at the same time, neither one paying any attention to the other one. It took Madam Pomfrey a few seconds to silence them.

"I said it might last five months," she said. "I am not sure how long it'll last." There was silence. Then…

"We were working on a sleeping potion, if that helps," said Hermione. Madam Pomfrey sighed once again.

"Sadly, it does not help," she replied. "The sleeping potion you were making is supposed to be a blue-green color. The potion was green."

"Well, we need to get hold of Longbottom and se what the bloody hell he put in that potion," grumbled Draco. He folded his arm.

"Ouch! Draco, you just elbowed me in the side," said Hermione. She was tired of having Draco stuck to her left side and they'd only been like that for a few minutes.

"Well, get out of my way," he grumbled.

"If I could, I would," she growled.

"Enough." All three looked toward the infirmary door and saw Professor McGonagall standing there. She walked in and quickly arrived at the cot.

"Professor McGonagall, you've got to help us," said Hermione.

"Yes, Professor, you've got to do something," said Draco. Professor McGonagall held up her hands and silenced them both.

"I see your condition has not improved." She sighed. "Poppy, can nothing be done?" Madam Pomfrey reiterated everything she had just explained to Hermione and Draco.

"This is not good," she said.

"Surely Dumbledore can help," said Draco.

"Oh, so now you're actually supporting Dumbledore?" asked Hermione. "How shocking. I would have never suspected a Malfoy to-,"

"Oh shove it, Granger," hissed Draco. They entered into another bout of arguments before Professor McGonagall managed to silence them once again.

"I understand neither one of you relishes the thought of being stuck together. This cannot be easy for either one of you, but believe me when I say that there is nothing that can be done. At least, not until we know what type of spell this is. And as for Professor Dumbledore helping, that is out of the question. He will be gone for a week. He's in Ireland for a week's worth of ministry meetings."

"Bloody he-," Draco stopped when he caught sight of McGonagall, pursed lips and raised eyebrows. He didn't finish his sentence; instead, he looked down and mentally cursed.

"A week? But Professor, what about classes? Meals?" Then, she gasped. "What about sleeping? Showers?" Both Draco and Hermione looked at each other and shuddered. How were they to get out of this?

"Yes, that is a problem, isn't it?" asked McGonagall, motioning for them to stand up. They did and she attempted to separate them. It lasted a whole half a second before they were forced together again. "Hmm. Yes, well… It seems that we have a much more serious problem than I had originally thought. Let me try something. Follow me."

She led them to the infirmary door and then stopped them.

"Miss Granger, you stay on this side. Mr. Malfoy, you go onto the other side. Poppy, please help me by holding Miss Granger here while I go onto the other side and hold Mr. Malfoy." They set Hermione on the inside of the infirmary door and Draco on the other side.

"Now, Miss Granger, when I say so, you close the door, alright?" Hermione nodded. "One… two… three… NOW!" With that, McGonagall pulled on Draco's arm and Madam Pomfrey pulled on Hermione's arm. The next thing anyone heard was the slamming of the door. Draco opened his eyes one at a time and smiled.

"Well, that was-," He didn't have the chance to finish because the next thing he knew, his back was stuck to the wall, his left foot dangling half an inch from the ground.

"Argh!" Hermione could be heard on the other side of the door as she, too, was pulled toward the door and had her back flush to the door.

"I fear, Mr. Malfoy, you might have spoken all too soon." Professor McGonagall made an attempt to pull him off the door, but to no avail.

"It isn't working, Minerva," Madam Pomfrey called from the other side of the door. Professor McGonagall huffed.

"Well, that was obvious," she called back. Draco turned so that his right side was against the door.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" he asked. He tried to pull himself away from the door, but was pulled back. WHACK! "I've got classes to go to." WHACK! "First years to bully!" WHACK! "And an image as a Malfoy to keep up!" WHACK! "I can't be seen with this mudblood!" WHACK!

"That is enough, Mr. Malfoy!" said McGonagall.

"Let him rant!" said Hermione on the other side. It was apparent she was also trying to break away. "After all, he's merely a foul-mouthed, first-class prat with more foibles than an illiterate first-year Potions class." WHACK!

"That is enough, BOTH of you," said Professor McGonagall. "Nothing can be gained from fighting. Poppy, when I tell you to, open the door. Now!" The door opened and before anyone could do anything… SMACK! Draco and Hermione were forced together once again. They had come together so fast that Draco lost his balance and fell to the ground, Hermione landing right on top of him.

"Ouch!" they cried simultaneously. They began to complain simultaneously at each other. They tried to get apart, but it was impossible. They were finally pulled apart by McGonagall and Pomfrey.

"Alright, you two! Nothing will be done with the two of you arguing in this manner. You'll just have to learn to work together if you want to at least get through this week." They refused to look at each other as McGonagall spoke.

"That's what I've been trying to tell him, Professor, but he just won't listen to me," huffed Hermione.

"Well, aren't you just the teacher's pet? Tell me, Granger, are you planning on becoming just like her? When do you begin animagus training?" Hermione shoved her elbow into his stomach… hard. This knocked the wind out of him. When he gained his second wind, he went to hex her but found he didn't have his wand.

"Would you two stop?" shouted Madam Pomfrey over the raucous. They did.

"I hate you!" mumbled Hermione

"I hate you too!" grumbled Draco.

"Be that as it may, you are stuck together, and I say that quite literally, until Professor Dumbledore comes back. And even then, you may not be able to separate." They looked at each other and began breathing. "I'm sorry, you two, but there is nothing that can be done until then." Draco looked from Madam Pomfrey to Professor McGonagall.

"Well, what are we supposed to do until then?"

A/N2: Okay, here is the second chapter. Hope you guys like it. Read long and prosper. Always Hopeful