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Friday, June 19th, 1998

1.20 PM

It was over.

Finally over. Completely, utterly over.

The wizarding world had breathed a collective sigh of relief that night not long ago in which Voldemort had fallen, the news spreading faster than wildfire.

Hogwarts had held strong around them as students had cried in relief, parents clutching them tightly and knowing that despite all the sadness, the pain, the trauma, it was going to be alright in the end. The sun had finally re-emerged from the clouds, and the future was looking brighter than ever.

Hermione Granger wandered along the almost empty sun-lit corridors of Hogwarts, a gleam of sadness in her eyes as she walked the halls that were so familiar. She was always sad to leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays but this time was different. Next year would mean seventh year; and after that she would graduate and leave the place that had become one of her three homes.

On top of that there were NEWTs, and the possibility of becoming Head Girl. She felt slightly giddy at the thought of it. She should start studying over the holidays, and then she'd be prepared. But more than that clouded her mind as she slowly walked along, gazing out the window to the sunny Hogwarts Grounds.

So much had happened in the past year; she had lost friends, and almost lost Harry and Ron. The Wizarding World was still reeling from the impact of Voldemort and his followers as Death Eaters were rounded up and imprisoned or put on trial, and as Death Eaters that had fought for the light side in the war were interrogated, and often accepted into the Order.

All the remaining students were looking forward to the holidays this year. After what had happened, they all needed a break.

Hermione, Ron and Harry had returned soon after the final battle to spend some time at Hogwarts. They had had a month back at Hogwarts together, spending most of their time with the new Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, helping to put the final repairs on the castle, along with all the other year sixes and sevens, and the magical workers.

It seemed that almost every single student from every single year had accepted the offer to repeat, minus the first and second years. Many parents had refused to send their children after the death of Albus Dumbledore while Voldemort still maintained an iron grip, and now that it was safe the students were coming back, slowly but steadily, their letters flooding in day by day.

"I am so tired of all these bloody owls!" McGonagall had huffed one day as she and Hermione scoured records to update which students had and hadn't confirmed a return, interrupted by the thunk of an owl smashing into the closed office window.

Hermione had tried not to giggle.

She had just returned from the library, giving Madam Pince back the twenty books that she'd loaned to read for the scant few weeks they had been back at Hogwarts. The train left in about 40 minutes, and this was her last time alone for awhile.

Ron and Harry were playing wizards chess in the Gryffindor common room, always competitive. Everyone's trunks were downstairs in the Great Hall, ready for the train journey home. The moment they boarded Hermione would cease to have a moment to herself. Ginny would be asking her questions, Ron would be nagging her to put her book down and Harry would just sit there agreeing with him or making gooey eyes at Ginny while he offered her sweets like she was a goddess which needed to be plied with sugar. Although Ginny was rather like a goddess, her fierce spirit and determination making her stronger each day.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that there was one other student in the corridor, who was too busy reflecting on his own terrible life to notice whose presence he was in. The two were so busy thinking about other things that they didn't even notice each other until...

With a smack, the two collided. Hermione felt herself falling backwards from the impact before she grabbed something, or rather someone's robe. With a loud crash, she toppled into a nearby broom closet, taking the other person with her. The two tumbled down the small set of stairs, landing at the bottom in a tangle with a small 'thud'. Hermione groaned, rubbing her head where she had smashed it against a wall on the way down. It felt like a large egg was forming on top of her head already.

She then realised that she was lying on someone, who she couldn't see very well due to the darkness. They groaned, and her eyebrows creased together in concern.

"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" she asked, worried. The person groaned again.

"Granger?" the voice asked, and Hermione almost rolled her eyes. Of course.

"Malfoy!" she could recognise that slow, precise drawl anywhere. Except she couldn't believe it was here. Now! This was so inconvenient.

"Granger," Draco drawled, "I hate to interrupt whatever fantasy you're having about crushing me to death with your knowledge, but could you kindly get off? I'd like to feel my legs again." he asked.

"You're such a spoiled brat!" she spat, slapping his stomach as she glared.

"Excuse me? I asked you politely to get off me."

"Oh please." she raised a finger, and squeaked in surprise as he wrapped his finger around her wrist.

"Don't be rude. Pointing fingers at people is not polite."

"Insulting people in the dark isn't polite!" she retorted.

"Fine. Lumos." He muttered, and Hermione had to blink to get rid of the white spots in front of her eyes due to the sudden light. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

"Granger, I know that being caught out fantasising about your enemy can be embarrassing, but please refrain from lecturing me. You're acting rather like Daphne or Pansy on a very bad day." He ground out. She glared at him.

"As if I am anything like those two!" Hermione spat. Draco raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

"Oh really? Do tell, superior one." he laughed.

"I'm not vapid, I don't care about learning hair charms, and I'd rather not be anywhere near you, especially naked."

"Well, is that so?" he said with a chuckle.

"How is that funny, Malfoy?" Hermione practically hissed.

"Because it's completely untrue. Daphne and Pansy are some of the most complex girls I know. It's hard to believe, but they care about more than trivial things. And at least they spend time on their hair." his eyes travelled over her, and she raised her nose in defiance, trying to ignore the fact that her hair probably looked like a pheonix had been nesting in it due to her tumble down the stairs.

"Also, for your information, Granger, Slytherins girls aren't the lustful man chasers you're making them out to be, however, It sounds like you have some sort of curiosity about me and my to die for physique." He sniggered, striking a pose. Her glare burned, and he was sure if looks could kill, he would be a rotting corpse. Or perhaps on fire.

"As if I'd ever want to. You're dreaming. I'd rather fly than see you naked." She snorted.

The two glared at each other for awhile, before they realised where they were. In one swift movement, Draco stood, putting out his wand and pulling Hermione up at the same time. She stumbled slightly as he pulled her up.

"Thanks." She murmured. He raised an eyebrow at her in response. The two walked over to the door, and she took the handle, pulling it. Nothing happened. She tried again, this time pushing against the door a little, but still nothing happened. He snorted softly, earning another glare from her.

"Let me try, Granger, I don't have puny, non-existent muscles." He said.

"No, you don't have any muscles at all." She retorted. He scoffed, glaring at her but saying nothing as he grasped the door handle and pushed, hard. Again, nothing happened. A determined expression appeared on his face as he pushed harder. Hermione snorted at him, folding her arms over her chest in satisfaction, a smug look coating her features. He glared at her again but stayed silent. He went to push on it again; he rammed his shoulder against it, even made a running start. He looked amused for a moment before turning to the girl.


"What, Malfoy?" she asked, bored, inspecting under her nails.

"I'm pretty sure we're stuck in here." He stated, flatly.

"No, we can't be, that's impossible." She said, shocked.

"I'm not lying, Ganger." Draco said. Hermione shoved him out of the way and grabbed the handle, throwing herself at the door with as much force as she could.

"No! This isn't happening! Not here, not now, not ever!" she yelled in frustration, slamming against the door.

"Granger, I don't think that's going to help-" Draco started, before she bounced off the door and flew into him, for the second time that day. He crashed to the floor with Hermione on top.

"Well, this is familiar. We should do this more often, bookworm, I never noticed how comfortable you are." Draco said, amusement clearly in his voice. It dawned on her as she realised that her body was flush up against his, their legs entangled from the fall. It was as intimate as they could get, and immediately Hermione felt herself blushing in mortification.

"You disgusting, vile excuse of a human. And that's creepy." She gasped as she scampered off him, dusting herself off. Reaching into her pocket, she found her wand, turning around and facing the door with a determined scowl on her face.

"Alohomora." She said. The door didn't budge.

"Confringo!" she shouted. Again, nothing happened to the door.

Draco sat up after having dived to the floor to avoid the rebounding spells, and looked at Hermione as she stood, stunned.

"Granger, I think we're actually stuck in here." He said. When she turned to look at him, and he noticed panic and fear in her eyes.

"There, there, Granger, surely being stuck in a closet with me isn't that horrifying." He sneered. She shook her head, looking at him with wide, brown eyes.

"Don't you see, Malfoy? We're stuck in here, for Merlin knows how long! With no way of getting out." She hiccupped a little as she put her hand out, steadying herself on the nearest wall.

"And?" he asked.

"No-one knows we're here." She whispered, sounding very afraid.

"Look, Granger, don't cry. I'm sure someone will come along and find us eventually." Draco said, sighing and scooting back to lean against a wall.

"I'm not crying!" she snapped, glaring at him. He smirked.

"Whatever." He said, leaning his head back against the wall. She sighed; looking at the door dejectedly as she slid down the wall next to him-there really wasn't much space in these closets. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, as he crossed his arms and his legs in an attempt to get more comfortable.

And so the two sat, in silence, for what seemed to the both of them like hours.

1.40 PM

Harry and Ron sat quietly in the common room, surrounded by students who were waiting impatiently for the holidays. Suddenly, Harry smiled.

"Queen to E6." He said softly. Ron groaned.

"Checkmate. You bastard." He chuckled.

"Ron, my parents may both be dead but I'm pretty sure the word bastard doesn't apply to me," Harry told him.

The entire common room laughed as Ron turned slightly pink. Ron's brows furrowed a moment before he looked around at the surrounding faces.

"Hey, anyone seen 'Mione?" he asked. Everyone looked around, before shaking their heads. He sighed.

"Guess she's at the Library, probably trying to read as many books she can before the holidays start." He shrugged. Harry and most of the other Gryffindors laughed. Ginny swatted him over the head from her position on the arm of his chair.

"Don't be mean, Ronald." She scowled, before going back to watching Harry.

"Another game, Harry?" Ron asked, stretching his arms.

"You reckon we can finish one before we have to go in twenty minutes?" Harry asked, looking at the clock. Ron shrugged.

"Can't think of any other way to pass the time." He stated, and everyone went back to waiting for the holidays to finally come.