"I have never known a Head Girl and Boy to get along this badly since, well, since I myself was Head Girl. As you both know it is two weeks today until the Valentine's Ball and until then I have a punishment for you. You shall not be attending any classes for the next fortnight but don't smirk Mr Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall with a stern look, "As you shall both be working out your differences. Come with me, please."

Hermione, who had emitted a small yelp when told that she wasn't going to classes for two weeks, looked like she was on the verge of tears. She at once followed the teacher until they all reached a large brown door that she had never noticed before.

"This is my own personal room of requirement and it does whatever I alone, as Head of this School, require it to. Enjoy your stay."

Hermione swung open the door not holding it open for Draco behind her to his annoyance. When it shut she heard a small click telling her they were locked in. In the room Hermione felt worse than ever because true realization was dawning on her. However her room mate seemed un-bothered by it all and after giving the room a sweeping glance he pompously declared, "I am going for a nice long show Granger so don't you dare come in and try and catch a glimpse of me. Don't deny it; I know you want me."

He gave her what he seemed to think was a suggestive wink but actually just made her feel sick down to her core and so she turned away. Hermione took a book off the shelf and began to read soon losing herself in the lovely story that was "The Railway Children" by E. Nesbit. An hour later and Malfoy came out of the bathroom with a small green towel on his hips - the towel only just covered his butt.

He went to the fridge and took out a bagel an began eating it. "Malfoy, if you must stand half in the fridge could you at least put some proper clothes on?" Hermione said looking up at him with a glare.

Malfoy slammed the fridge door shut to shout at her some more but to his abject horror his towel got caught and whipped away from him. For a second she just stared at his naked body until he let out a shout and ran into his room quickly. Hermione began to laugh but in her mind all she could think was, "He is VERY well endowed and bloody muscular too!"

Malfoy emerged from his room a few minutes later wearing some pyjama pants only showing off his very toned chest. He slumped down on the other sofa and sat there in silence for a few minutes before speaking.

"Granger?" he said.

"What, Malfoy?" she grunted back.

"I'm not being funny but do you know how to cook, because I am not eating purely bagels for the next 14 days."

Hermione hasn't thought of that. "No I don't Malfoy but there are cookbooks on the shelf."

He lifted one down and opened it before groaning, "It says, "To see the recipes teamwork is required," Great, just bloody great."

Hermione got up sighing and placed her hand on the book next to Draco making the book glow gold. Then all the recipes appeared and she walked away, back to her book with a small smile on her face. Draco looked at her and then said, "Are you not going to help me then?"

She looked up surprised and then said, "Sorry, Malfoy, I didn't realize you would want me anywhere near you so I was going to let you do it. I don't think I can really be bothered, I like bagels."

"Granger, I need other food, I am a growing guy and I it is the woman's job to cook. That or a house elves and due to the lack of the latter it must be down to you. So come on and do it."

She was infuriated by his laziness and sexism and so after picking up her book stalked into the room she assumed to be her bedroom. It must have been an hour later when Hermione was awoken from her nice little nap by a lot of cursing and the smell of burning food in the air. She slipped into her pyjamas and then walked down the stairs to find out what was going on. Malfoy was in the kitchen and pasta was all over the place - it was clear he had tried to fry it at one point and then bake it in the oven at another. Currently he was trying to melt it. Great.

"WOAH! Malfoy stop that or you're going to set this entire place on fire! Which will subsequently kill as us we are locked in here. You put pasta in water dumb ass."

Malfoy turned to face her, his hair flopping sexily over his eyes after he had clearly run his hands through it many times due to the stress of the situation.

Then his face turned into a leer and he said, "Could your pyjamas get any more slutty? Come on, a see through top and the shortest shorts known to man, really Granger, that desperate are we?"

She had never realized they were that bad as usually they had separate bedrooms and so never saw each other in their pyjamas. "Says the boy who whipped off his towel in front of me..." she taunted back.

"Whatever, you know that was an accident. Listen, I am starved please can you help me make this Spaghetti before I actually pass out?"

Hermione sighed but knew that to keep the peace she would have to actually do as he said and so began to help him. But if for even a second she caught him slacking she threatened to leave. It took half an hour more but they were done and both had huge steaming plates of pasta in front of them. They awkwardly walked to the table and sat down, Hermione wondering if they would ever get over themselves.

"So, Granger, how are you gonna cope without being able to shag Weasel all the time?"

She glared and said, "Malfoy, just don't talk to me, I want to eat my tea and then I am going to go to sleep and wake up in the morning and this will all have been a dream, OK?"

They finished their meals in silent and then Hermione washed up her plate as did Draco before Hermione slumped back onto the sofa from earlier. He slumped onto the other one and then closed his eyes. They both fell asleep like that. But at about three in the morning Draco was awoken by Hermione screaming loudly in her sleep about someone trying to get her. He rushed across the room and shook her by the shoulders and said, "Wake up, Granger!"

She did eventually wake up but then lay there sobbing about her dream unable to spit out a comprehensible sentence. He sighed as he knew what he had to do then and so scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs into her bedroom before laying her down on the bed. He tucked her under the covers and was surprised when one of her arms jerked out and grabbed him, "Malfoy, please stay with me tonight! I can't bear to be alone. They might come, they might come back."

He sat down on the bed next to her, planning on just staying until she fell asleep but soon realized he was also shattered and so got under the covers next to her. Her hand found his underneath the covers and held onto it tight until they both fell asleep...

When Hermione woke up in the morning she was horrified to find herself on top of a half naked guy under the covers. What had she done? Then she realized who the guy was and she felt sick. His body was entwined with hers.

She could have pushed him off there and then but she liked the feeling of his warm chest pressed against her body. She tried to move as little as possible but she accidentally hit him in the face making him flinch and then wake up.

"Hey, Granger, mind getting off me?" he said softly.

She embarrassedly rolled off him and then lay next to him in the bed only then realizing their hands were together.

"Erm, Malfoy, what happened last night, I just remember crying."

He rolled over onto his front and said, "You and I fell asleep on the sofas downstairs when I was woken by you screaming about someone. I woke you up but all you could do was lie there sobbing so I carried you upstairs to your bed. I was just going to take you there and then leave you but then you stopped me and asked me to stay the night. So I did. Which pretty much leads us up to this point in time."

She smiled at him once, her face lighting up with beauty, before saying quietly, "Thank you."

He smiled at her one more time before going to the bathroom for a shower to start the day. As he was washing himself he noticed he smelt faintly of vanilla which he must have got from Hermione. When he got out ten minutes later - he had an ice cold freezing shower that time and so didn't want to linger - he could smell something good cooking. He went down to the kitchen and found Hermione there, hair back in a messy bun, trying to cook bacon, eggs, sausages and some other things too.

"I was trying to make you something good for breakfast as you did something for me last night. Like a little thanks, I guess. Oh and by the way we have notes from our friends that were posted under the door this morning so you might want to read yours at some point as you have seven from Pansy Parkinson."

She served up breakfast then and they both sat awkwardly at the table reading their messages from their friends. Hermione's were like this:

Hey Hermione, it's Harry. I just wanted to say we're missing you loads and loads and wish that you weren't stuck in there with that little ferret. He does anything bad to you, anything at all, and you tell us at once and we'll get him sorted out for you. Apart from that life is boring because without you we are going to be spending the next fortnight in detention. Anyway I am sure you have a lot to do, so bye for now and write to me soon, Harry xxx PS. Dean Thomas wants to know if you'll go to the ball with him...

Hey Mione, it's Ron here. I have missed you more than words can say whilst you have been gone even though it hasn't yet been 24 hours. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Ball with me when you get out on the fourteenth. You don't have to or anything or we could even just go as friends if you don't think anyone else will ask you. I guess you probably have other notes to read and other things to do. By the way if Malfoy does anything to you, anything at all, it will take me seconds to sort him out for you, lots of love and write soon, Ron xxx

Hi Herms, it's Ginny. Man, I miss you loads because the other girls I am now forced to hang out with are all so stupid. I need an intelligent conversation and I am sure as hell not getting one of them from Harry or Ron. Oh, yeah and Harry has asked me to the ball on the 14th. Are you gonna go with Ron because he likes you way too much. But I'd understand if you don't want to don't get me wrong. Anyway I love you loads and hope that we can talk again soon. Oh, and Seamus Finnegan wants me to ask you if you will go to the ball with him? Loads of hugs and kisses and write soon or else, Ginny xxx

Hello Hermione, this is Ernie MacMillan. I heard that you are stuck in a room with Malfoy. I was just wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me, on the 14th?
Look forward to hearing from you, Ernie MacMillan.

Hermione couldn't help but smile when she saw all the loving messages from her friends. She looked up and noticed that Malfoy was smiling too and so she said, "Nice messages?"

He grinned and said, "Wanna swap?" They both read what each others friends had put. Hermione noticed that all of Malfoy's male friends were telling him to make a move on her whilst the messages from Pansy were all frantically asking him to remember "that night in fifth year".

She smirked at him and said, "Malfoy, do tell, what happened on that night in fifth year?" He went the brightest of red. "It was the night that I, erm, first shagged her. Sorry."

She didn't know why he was saying sorry for shagging someone but then decided it was a good opportunity to tease him further. "Fifth year? You actually waited until you were 16, you pansy?" He looked at her in surprise.

"Wait, have you and Weasley-?"

She laughed at the idea and said, "Well my first was in forth year with Victor actually."

His brain started to turn round the clogs and produced a confused look for his face to wear before comprehension dawned on him. "Victor Krum and you? But he was seventeen!"

She gave him a wicked smile and said, "So, I've shagged older..."

He looked impressed, "Well Miss Granger, I must say I am very surprised at you but even more surprised that you actually told me this."

Then it was her turn to blush. "Shit, I shouldn't have should I?"

He waited until she looked up into his eyes before saying, "Granger, you can trust me." She leaned forwards a little, as did he, until eventually their mouths were centimetres apart before he made it official by kissing her. It didn't take long before they were on the couch, Hermione on top of Draco, still kissing. He ran his hands through her long hair and she stroked her hands up and down his chest.

But as she was about to take off his shirt for him he suddenly pushed her away and said, "This isn't right. We're both just missing the company of others and it's made us desperate. I got to go."