Hideyhole By NefariousImp

A/N: This hit me for some reason this afternoon. I gladly accept ideas for fun that they could have down in their little hideyhole. Also, don't let the first few paragraphs fool you, it is and will continue to be a D/H story. So don't freak out at the first sentence. It has a happy D/H ending, I think, it has yet to be written. You'll just have to read and find out! Ha Ha! Also, I've never read the books, I've only seen the first four movies and as most of my stories go, they don't line up with the books and don't really line up with the movies strictly, so, don't send me flames, I've warned you. And a lot of OOCness. Especially Draco, but hey like Draco and Hermione together isn't major OOCness already, I mean, honestly!

Chapter One: Say It Isn't So!

She was dead.

Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger had finally been murdered; along with the other two thirds of the 'Golden Trio'. Not that I'd miss Potter and Weasley, but she didn't deserve it.

What was so bad was that, apparently, it was me who did it. However, I know for a fact that it wasn't me, seeing as how I would remember doing it. I had actually been serving detention for McGonagall for tripping Granger in Transfiguration class at the time.

It was Wednesday morning when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and announced that we had lost three members of our school to murder. Then Serverus Snape stood up and declared that I was the one who had killed Potter, Weasley and Granger, and the proper authorities were on their way to take me to Azkaban.

I was so shocked that I dropped my goblet of pumpkin juice and spewed what was in my mouth all over Pansy.

"I didn't kill them! What the hell are you talking about? I was in detention with McGonagall! Ask her!" I yelled pointing my finger at the pinched face woman.

"Actually, it was I who saw you do it." She said calmly. "I went to my office and when I came back the three deceased were in the room talking to you. You pulled out your wand and used the killing curse on them. I was so shocked that I let you run off."

"That's a bloody lie!" I yelled standing up. I looked over at the Gryffindor table, there were three empty spaces and death glares pointed at me from almost everyone in the whole Great Hall.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's no secret that you and the three of them were enemies. There is no one here who would believe you. Would you, please, follow me to my office? I believe that the authorities have arrived." I was still in shock. There was no escape. If I tried to run, then I probably would have been attacked by a mob of Potter-lovers.

It wasn't even the fact that I'd killed Potter or Weasley that had me so dumbfounded. It was the fact that I'd apparently killed 'her'. There was no way that I would have, no way that I could have.

You can't kill someone that you've held in your arms as they cried about their grandmother passing away and not remember it. You can't kill someone that's found all of your tickle spots and has never told anyone where they are. If they told that's one thing, but she never had.

And you can't kill someone that you're in love with and not remember it.

I followed Dumbledore numbly out of the Great Hall, after he made a big show about taking my wand from me, and up to his office. I was trying my best to keep the tears that had pooled in my eyes from falling as we ascended the circular staircase and entered into his office.

I wiped them away as soon as we entered because Dumbledore was about to turn around and I didn't want him to know that I was crying.

"Bloody Hell!" I jerked my head up only to fall over my own feet and land face-down on the floor of the office. I rolled over, onto my back and looked up. "He was actually crying! I didn't believe you, but he really was!"

There above me were Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Alive.

"Of course he was, don't you know she's always right, by now?" Harry countered with a grin.

"Oh, stuff it!" Hermione said, glaring at them. "Are you alright?" She asked, kneeling down next to me.

I was flabbergasted, they weren't dead! They were right here, in Dumbledore's office! They weren't dead, I wasn't a murderer...She wasn't dead!

I grabbed her arm and dragged her down on top of me, wrapping my arms around her.

"They said you were dead! They said that I had killed you! I knew I hadn't, I just knew it!" I grabbed her shoulders and held her away from my chest. "Why aren't you dead? And why was I accused of killing you in the first place?"

"Oh, so you want me dead?"

"Hell no," I said as we stood up off the floor. "I would however like to know what the bloody hell is going on?" I glared at the three of them, then turned my eyes to Dumbledore and Snape and McGonagall who had entered as well.

Dumbledore put a few silencing and locking charms on the room.

"Please, sit down, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said, transfiguring a few couches. We all sat down and I pulled Hermione down with me, holding her close, seeing as how the cat was officially out of the bag.

"Now, we have made arrangements for the four of you. Our informant in Voldemorts inner circle, was made aware of plans to kill the three of you. Well, we can't have that. So, we killed you first. We also, couldn't leave you, Mr. Malfoy in the clutches of your father and the Dark Lord. You were to recieve your mark tonight. However, if you are in Azkaban, then they can't touch you."

"I'm really going to Azkaban?" I asked horrified.

"Of course not, we have created a golem out of you. It has a life expectency of Twenty-four hours. In a few minutes it will be on it's way to Azkaban and will be dead within twenty hours. Everyone will see your body in the cell, however, we have made it to where the golem doesn't revert back to it's original form after death, which is essentially a pile of mud. I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but until the war is over, the four of you must remain in hiding. I have already made preparations for your living quarters under Hogwarts. It's the safest place."

"That could be years! And isn't Potter supposed to kill the Dark Lord anyways? If he's in hiding, who's going to kill him?" I yelled.

"Yes, if he's dead, as I've made golems of each of you, which will each have a very public funeral and burial, then who would expect him to pop up and kill the Dark Lord?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye. I scowled at him.

"Okay, fine, but still, it could be years!" I protested. "You expect me to live underground with them two as company?" Hermione cleared her throat. "You'll be the only good thing about it, Granger." I smirked at her, she rolled her eyes, but cuddled closer.

I glanced at Potter and Weasley. They were looking at me like I'd grown a second head. Seeing as Hermione was wrapped around me like a growth, I guess they had good reason.

"Okay, you two, so, we've taken Hermione's word for it that you aren't Mr. Evil-pants." Harry said. Hermione giggled and Ron smother an all out laugh. "Now, how about you guys start sharing about how long this has been going on?"

"Yeah, I mean just yesterday you got detention for tripping her." Ron scowled at me. I smirked at him.

"I had wanted her to fall so that her skirt would fly up and I would get a nice view of her underwear. It worked." Hermione thwapped my stomach and I grinned at her. "There's always an ulterior motive."

"I got a skint knee because of that little stunt." She groused.

"Okay, so, we have ulterior motives for being mean to her, but when did you guys start?"

"I hate to interrupt, but we need to get the four of you hidden. The authorities will be here to claim Mr. Malfoy and if we don't have everything in place, then it will be all for naught. Professor, will you show our charges to their new home?" McGonagall nodded and went to the fireplace. She picked up her wand and tapped certain bricks, then, much like the entrace to Diagon Alley, they moved to reveal a hidden staircase, going downward.

"If you would follow me, please." Dumbledore handed me back my wand.

"I have a duplicate wand which I have cast three killing curses with, that will be handed over to the authorities. I will visit the four of you tonight. Your things have already been moved to your rooms and duplicates made of nearly everything which will be given to your families."

"Our families?" Ron said. "You're going to tell them the truth right? You won't let them think we're really dead will you?"

"I'm sorry, but for now, we must. They will be watching your families quite closely, searching for any sign of you being alive. We must make you completely dead."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. They were the only two with family that would cry over them. I knew my family wouldn't.

We followed McGonagall down the spiral staircase. It seemed to go down forever. It took us at least fifteen minutes to reach the bottom.

We stepped off the last stair and looked wide-eyed around.

We were in an enormous cave.

The rock walls were painted white, and there were couches and chairs with pillows all over, mostly in light reds and greens. There was a large bookshelf agaist one curved wall.

The room was round, but the walls went straight up to a domed roof, like a cylinder with a dome instead of flat on top. The bookshelf had books all the way up to the top of the room, where the curve of the dome started.

Against one wall were four doors and a fifth door was on the other side of what I was now guessing that we would be calling the Common Room.

There was a large dining table with four chairs around it, and there was a desk against one wall.

The room was surprisingly well-lit.

"Now, These four rooms are your bedrooms. Mr. Weasley, yours is on the far left, then going from left to right is Mr. Potter's, Miss. Granger, and Mr. Malfoy. You will all still be recieving your classes, but they will be privately tutored. Meaning, Mr. Weasley, that you will still have homework." He groaned. "Now, your bedrooms are charmed like the ceiling in the Great Hall, they will change to match the way you are feeling or will change to your specifications. Seeing how you are in a cave, we don't want you getting cabin fever."

We each took a peek into our respective rooms. There was a hunter green couch and a King size bed with silk sheets and pillows that were silver with a hunter green comforter, and a desk and chair, and two closets. I smiled and the walls changed from white rock to white and silver marble, as well as the floors.

I left my room and came back out, as did the other three. We followed Professor McGonagall to the other side of the room and into the other door. It was a large bathroom.

It had a stand up shower, sink, toilet, and a large bath similar to the prefects bath, but without the stained glass window. We followed her through a door by the bath to find a large swimming pool, weight equipment and a small walking track around the perimiter of the room.

"You will have to spend an hour in here a day doing physical activites of your choice. We can't let your muscles become atrophied by laying around all day. Call it a Physical Education class." Hermione grinned at her.

"You mean P.E.?"

"Yes, the walls and ceiling are once again charmed. However, it is to look like the outdoors." She said and the walls shimmered to reveal a sunlit field with the pool and stuff looking like they were outdoors.

I looked up at the bright yellow sun and smiled as I felt the warmth. Maybe I could stay in the sun, now, without getting a sunburn.

"Now, if you came in here any other time other than your P.E. class, it will look like the current weather outside of Hogwarts. But the sun will come out for your actual class. Now, follow me back to your Common Room. There are some matters which we must discuss." She said and left.

I glanced around at the sunlit field one more time before I followed her.

We all sat down on the couches.

"Now, there will be no contact with the outside world until further notice.Your owls will be taken care of. If you are in need of help, medical or otherwise, you are to remember a spell which I will tell you in a moment. It will activate a small black pebble in the Headmasters pocket. At the end of saying the spell, you must say a color. The color you choose will be the color that the pebble will change to also, making it hum and vibrate softly. Red for medical help, Blue if you just need to speak with us, and Green if you are in danger or if you have an emergency other than medical. We will come immediately for the Red or Green, however, the blue may take us a few minutes to get free of whatever we are doing to come." She said.

"What about food?" Ron asked. Leave it to Weasley to think of his stomach, however, I too was curious.

"The table will have food on it at the exact same time the Great Hall tables do. Also, if you want a snack, just sit down and one will appear. Now, are there any other questions?" We looked around at each other. "Very well, I will take my leave of you. My first class starts in a few moments anyway. Please, try not to kill each other." She said.

She told us the spell for the pebble before she disappeared up the spiral staircase. The bricks around the staircase moved and formed a fireplace, covering the entrance to the stairs.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I didn't get any breakfast." Ron said. We all agreed and sat at the table. It filled with food immediately. I hadn't gotten to eat but a few bites of mine before Dumbledore had made his earthshattering announcement.

When we had all eaten our fill, all the while I was trying my best to keep it all down while watching Weasley stuff his face while talking with his mouth full, we went and sat on the couches.

"Okay, so," Potter said looking at Hermione and me. "Since when have you two been so...cozy?" Hermione, who was leaning on me with my arm slung around her shoulders, looked up at me.

"It's your friends, your story." I said. So, she began.

"Well, it began in the beggining of our fifth year. Ron had been teasing me about being scared to fly, so, I got it in my mind to prove him wrong, or at least try. So, I went out to the Quidditch Pitch when it was empty and got on a broom. I was terrified at first, but I forced myself off the ground and higher and higher."

I let her voice fade out and lost myself in the memory.


I had decided to go flying after I had finished McGonagall's Tranfiguration paper that was due the next day. I had waited until the last minute and had spent the last three hours cramped up at my desk.

I decided that I needed some fresh air.

So, there I was at the Quidditch Pitch and had barely gotten my feet off the ground when I looked up and saw someone high above me. I couldn't tell who it was and was about to go about my business, when I heard a high-pitched scream and saw the person fall from the broom and plummet straight towards the ground.

Normally, I would have let them fall, it was their own stupid fault for flying when the pitch didn't have the cushioning spell on it, but something about the person who was falling struck me as important and I zoomed up and over to the spot below them.

Suddenly, I had to fight for control of the broom as a mass of brown hair, arms and legs landed on the broom right in front of me. I managed to wrap one arm around them and steady the broom. Two arms wrapped around my neck like steel bands, practically choking the life out of me.

"You're strangling me, ease up!" I managed to get out. The arms relaxed enough for me to breath. "What the hell where you doing up there?"

Imagine my complete and utter shock when the mass of brown curls pulls back and I see their face for the first time. I almost lost control of the broom again as I realized that I had saved Granger.

"Malfoy?!" She looked at me in bewilderment.

"Granger?!" I said in shock. "I didn't know you knew how to fly? Oh, wait, you don't, that's why you fell."

"Shut up, a bird flew right by me and scared the bloody hell out of me!" She protested. Something about goody-goody Granger cursing struck me as funny.

"Really? I would have put money on your hair blocking your view and making you panic." I said dryly.

Suddenly, I went wide eyed as she bit her bottom lip and blushed. I didn't even know Granger had the ability to blush, much less look so adorable. Once again, I struggled to keep the broom stable. It must have showed, because she squealed and clung to me, hiding her face in my neck.

I realized that I had started to rub my thumb on her waist.

"Shhh, it's alright, I won't let you fall." I said soothingly to her. I stopped. I was comforting Granger! I'd never comforted anyone and here I was comforting the bane of my existence! Hell, I think I even hated her over Potter and...well, maybe not Weasley, but I definitly hated her! She was a Mudblood for crying out loud!

She pulled away again.

"Thanks." She smiled softly at me. I scowled at her but it only lasted a second before it was replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Don't thank me yet, Granger, the fun's just started." She looked at me with wide fearful eyes.

"Malfoy, what are you..."

"You want to learn to fly, you've got to learn to relax first. If you're scared of every little bird and air current then you'll never get it. So, I'm going to teach you to relax."

"Relax? You put me on edge! I can't relax around you!"

"Hmm, well, maybe I should teach you to relax around me first? Course, we'd have to go back to my room and find a bed for that, but If that's what you want." She gasped prettily, totally scandalized, as I thought she would be.

"Malfoy, I want to get off!" She said. I smirked at her.

"Once again, broom's not the best place for that, but, I can try if you want." I said sliding my hand down and around to the zipper of her jeans. Once again, I was rewarded with a blush and a sweet little gasp.

"No! That's not what I meant and you know it! I want to get off the broom, on the ground, and away from you!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Granger, I just saved your life, the least you could do is be nice to me." She scowled at me.

"Fine, I'll be nice, but you have to be nice too!"

"I wasn't the one who's life was saved!" I protested.

"I'll be nice if you will! I'm not going to be nice to someone who's mean to me." She glared at me. I chuckled, even when she's lost the fight, she's still stubborn and argumentative.

"Fine, but only when we are alone, got it?" I said. She nodded.

"Okay, can I please get off, now?" She blushed as she realized she had said it again.

"No, at least not yet." I said, letting it slide with a smirk. "I'm going to teach you to relax on the broom. Turn around so that your back is to me." I said. She looked hesitant. "I won't let you fall." She nodded and timidly swung her right leg over the broom so that her back was to me. I wrapped my arm around her waist tightly with one and wrapped my other around her and grabbed the broom right in front of her.

It just so happened that because of her body, my arm wasn't as long and the underside of my arm was pressed against her pelvis and the side of the heel of my hand was right against her crotch.

"I don't know a...about this." She said as she realized where I was touching her, unintentional as it was.

"It's okay, just can you get your hair out of my face, I can't breath." I said trying to get her hair out of my mouth. She reached up and pulled her hair into a bun, then did something unexpected. She put her hand on the very bottom of my throat and felt around my neck. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying to find...ahhaa!" She said and undid the pin that held my quidditch cloak on. My cloak fell off my shoulders and fluttered to the ground several feet below. She took the pin and stuck it in the bun, making it stay in place. "There, how's that?" I stared at the green and silver pendant amist the brown curls. For some reason I liked seeing it there.

I was brought out of my examination as she wiggled back on the broom, so that she was right up against me.

"There, now, your hand has more room." She said, I chuckled.

"Yeah, it does." I said. She leaned forward slightly to put her hands on the broom and her ass stuck out a little more, rubbing against my rapidly growing erection. "Too bad that my pants don't have more room." I chuckled gently rubbing it against her ass, careful not to upset the broom. She gasped sharply.

I decided that I liked that sound and that I would do everything in my power to hear it more often.

I smirked as I slid my hand farther back on the broom so that it was up against her again. Now, she had nowhere to go and that little gasp came again.

"Malfoy, that's..."

"Shhh." I said and made the broom fly higher.

We flew for two hours, I would have kept on flying except my erection had become painful and I knew that she wasn't ready to help me take care of it. Hell, she'd probably been felt up, not to mention gasped, more in these two hours than she had in her whole life put together. I flew her down to the ground, with my chin resting on the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

I kept her against me as I pulled the broom out from under us and we stood up straight. I dropped the broom and wrapped both arms around her from behind.

"Granger..." I didn't know what to say. I had taken her flying to help her relax around me and the broom, but I found that it apparently worked both ways. Something about holding her felt good.

"Draco." She said. I was surprised that she had said my first name. I liked the way it sounded. "Can we..." I was praying that she'd say have sex. "Can we be secret friends?"

"Can we have secret sex too?" I smirked.

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I,...Hermione." She sighed and rested her head against my shoulder as I nuzzled her neck.

"Can we at least be friends for a while before we think about that? I'm not ready for that yet. I'm only fifteen."

"I'm only fifteen, too, you know." I said. We were silent for a moment. She was about to pull away when I said. "Yes." She turned her head to look at me and smiled. I looked into her chocolate eyes and knew from that moment on, she wouldn't just be another mudblood to me anymore.

It wasn't until I was in bed that night that I realized that she still had my silver and green pendant in her hair.


"So, there we are flying around for two hours, and me finally relaxing and asking him to be my friend like some little pre-schooler. I was shocked that he accepted, but from that day on, when we were alone, we played around and joked like we were best friends." Hermione was saying.

I realized that I hadn't heard whether she had included the sexual stuff in her story, probably not, seeing as how I wasn't being pummeled into the sofa by her body guards.

"So, from then on, every tuesday at the same time, we would meet and he would take me flying. I was planning on joining the Quidditch team next year. He was teaching me some moves and plays, except, without the Slytherin cheating part." She grinned at me.

"So, you guys have been friends since early last year. It's almost the middle of our sixth year, how long have you been together...um...romantically?" Harry asked.

"Since the end of fifth year." Hermione answered.

"Have you guys um...had sex?" Ron asked. I smirked at him and he scowled and looked like he was going to beat me to a pulp.

"No!" Hermione always has to ruin my fun. "No, we...I decided to wait until the end of the school year. Right before my seventeenth birthday in June."

"So, what happened to make you two start a relationship?" Harry asked.

"Well, he...um...saved me...again." Hermione said looking up into my eyes. I could see the hesitation to share the story with them.

"I'll tell it." I said. I looked up at them. "A certain Slytherin cornered her as she was coming to give me a message from a Professor. They were about to take advantage of the fact that she was alone in the Slytherin dungeons, and had forgotten her wand in her room. I've scolded her for that by the way." I smirked and looked back down at her. She rolled her eyes.

"I just happened to be heading out to find her when I came across them. She was crying and her robes were torn and the big neanderthal was on top of her. I kicked him off of her and beat the shit out of him. He spent two weeks in the infirmiry. When the Professors found out why I had beat him up, they only gave me one measly detention instead of expelling me. Course it helped that Granger backed my story up."

"You saved her?" Ron asked incredulously. "Who was it?"

"Zabini." I said.

"I'll kill him!" Ron said standing up and making fists at his sides.

"You can't."

"And why not?" Ron asked challengingly.

"Because you're already dead." I smirked. He sat down deflated.

"Right, forgot about that. Why didn't you tell us, Hermione?" Ron asked, practically glaring at her.

"Would the two of you believed that I wasn't just using her or pretending for laughs?" I demanded. "You would have treated her like a leper and beaten the bloody hell out of me, demanding that I stay away from her, even though you two would have been ignoring her and treating her like crap for going against you two."

Harry looked at the two of us for a moment before nodding then looking at Ron. Ron looked like he was about to deny it, but the look from Harry made him admit the truth to himself.

"Fine you're right. So, what else happened that we should know about?"

"Nothing super important, I'm sure we'll get around to all that eventually, I'm going to go for a swim. Care to join me, Hermione?" I asked standing and holding out my hand for her.

"Sure, let me just go get a suit and change. At least we still have our wands." She said taking my hand as I helped her up. She disappeared into her bedroom. I looked at the two on the couch.

"Don't give her a hard time about us. It was me who didn't want to tell you guys about us. I didn't trust you two to not be complete dicks to her." I said and went into my room to change into a pair of black swim trunks I conjured up.


A/N: Sooo? What do you think so far? Remember, ideas are totally welcome, flames, not so much. Please review!