A/N: Because what's better than screwing with the minds of fictional characters? Exactly. :3

"Harry!" Hermione screeched, searching frantically for her friend. "Harry!"

"I'm right here," came a mumbled cough.

With great speed she lifted him from the ground. "Where are we? What happened?" He asked, glancing around at the familar room. It almost looked like..."The room of requirements," he finally breathed, sharing a look with Hermione.

"The room?" Another voice asked.

"YOU!" Hermione growled, reaching for her wand. "What are you doing here? Were you following us? - "

Ron backed away from the angered girl. "I'm sorr-" Upon seeing as she wasn't about to forgive him, and that Harry was merely holding her back, so she wouldn't be convicted for murder, he tried a different tactic. "I wasn't following you. I haven't got the slightest clue of how I got here, either."

She huffed, and turned her back towards him. "Harry, did you apparate us here...accidentally?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "How could I? I don't have a wand."

Hermione winced. "I'm sorry - "

"Save it," he muttered.

"You can't apparate into Hogwarts, Granger." A snide voice scoffed.

Hermione rounded on the blond boy, "Was it you that brought us here?"

He smirked. "As deluded as you really are, Granger. I have to admit that you're completely boggled this time. Why would I make it so I had to willingly spend time with the likes of the mudblood, the bloodtraitor, and St. Pothead?"

"Point made," she retorted, testily.

"Well," Harry said, glaring at Malfoy. "Are you going to attempt to kill us and let us make a narrow escape, or what? We haven't got all day."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Believe me. As much as I'd enjoy ridding the rest of the world of your existance, I can't. I've seemed to misplace my wand."

"Stop quarreling!" Hermione chided. "We need to find a way out of here..."

"NOT BEFORE YOU READ THIS!" A booming voice, declared cheerfully.

And a book fell on Ron's head, causing him to be momentarily startled. "The room can talk?"

"It would appear so," Hermione said, examining the book. "It's called Book of Dramione."

"What's 'Dramione'?" Harry asked, impatiently.

There was a war going on, and they were going to sit down and read?

Hermione examined it more closely, and paled. "I don't think we should read this."


Draco sighed. "Read the bloody book so we can leave!"

"I guess I'll read first," Hermione said, formally.