You are an amazing writer. It was soo good.
I still hate Pansy. The way you wrote about all the stupid teenage things was funny. I could relate lots to what you were saying. And Draco... what will we do with him?
And will she ever meet Victor again?
PAMS!
Soph xx

Working on next chapter... and wondering which banner you guys like better! (Thanks to Bre at On the Radio for making them )

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Love this story!! Hannah is so lucky!She gets draco and viktor.If she doesn't want 1 of them i'm always open hehe PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like banner 2 the most

I love it the most!! (: it's such a cute story!! Post soon!!

The second one! =]

Ah i love this.
Can't wait for the next chapter!

*waits for next chappie*(no pressure)

I'm working on the next chapter... but the computer I had EVERYTHING on crashed. :'( So I get to restart. Fun.

Shame! Oh well I'll wait. All good things in life are worth waiting for

Last update 17 DEC 2010

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The bed in the Room of Requirement was big enough for five people and softer than a cloud drifting lazily through the summer sky. Even with my hand throbbing beneath its bandages, my peace could not be interrupted. I woke slowly, in stages. I felt the cold morning air seeping into my bones, feeling the chill in that place between waking and dreaming. The joy and laughter in my dreams- something that I hadn’t known since I came to Hogwarts- slowly faded as I rolled gingerly from my stomach to my back. I simply lay there for a moment, taking in serenity that would leave me as soon as I opened the door and left the Room. I grudgingly began opening my eyes, blinking away the sleep.
“AHHH!!!” I screamed and jumped to my feet. My feet entangled themselves in the pure white blankets, and I let out a squeal as I fell onto the rigid, frozen floor.
“That was graceful.” My vision was blurry, and my eyes slowly focused on the pale face that looked down on me.
“H-how did you find me?” I asked, not only confused and groggy from sleep, but afraid.
“I ran in here when I heard Filch. The door appeared out of nowhere. I couldn’t risk going back to the dormitories, so I slept here. I started looking around when I woke up, and there you were. You couldn’t hide from me forever, darling,” Draco’s voice rang through the room, MY room.
I placed my hands on the floor and tried to prop myself up on my hands, but fell back to the ground as my injured hand started gushing blood once again. I winced as Draco slowly lowered himself to sit next to me and grabbed my hand, slowly unwrapping the bandages. They were soaked with fresh blood as well as that which had dried from the previous night. He set it delicately on the floor as he got up and walked to the other side of the screen that the Room must have conjured up to separate us.
Draco Malfoy, traipsing around my room like he owned it, like he already knew everything in and about it. I sat in silent shock as the true gravity of the situation really sunk in, watching blood slowly pool in the cupped palm of my injured hand. My stronghold was gone. Would he bring Crabbe, Goyle or Pansy to find and persecute me? There was no way out. Even if I told the Room to keep him out, he would wait. Right outside my door. If a teacher were to find out, would I be banished back to the dormitories, where Pansy could reach me day and night?
Draco’s soft footsteps drew me out of my trance, and I glanced up at him as he returned with a wet cloth and his wand in hand. He plucked my hand from its resting place on the stones, letting the blood leak onto the floor. He was still wearing his dress robes, and he didn’t seem to worry about the blood dripping onto his sleeves, wrinkled from sleep.
He dabbed the cold cloth on my hand, soothing and stinging all at the same time. He was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned it, checking my facial expression on occasion to see if I was in pain. His face was serene, the lines of scowling and sneering smoothed out.
“You really had a death grip on that glass didn’t you? This is pretty deep…There’s still glass in there,” he said calmly.
“Well, if you’d simply let me go see Madame Pomfrey instead of playing doctor, I’d be fine,” I replied bitterly.
“If you hadn’t been such a klutz and broken the glass, you never would have been cut,” he said sharply.
“If you and your stupid little girlfriend weren’t constantly torturing me, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten angry and broken it!” my voice rose slightly, filling up the small space. I wanted nothing more than to yell, to scream, to do something to let him really know how much pain he had put me in all year. If a reaction was what he wanted, I would be more than happy to react all over his pretty little face.
“This will hurt a bit,” Draco said, ignoring me. He would never make the first move in a fight. He would play it cool until I got really angry, making sure that I would be at fault no matter what. He looked up at me, still perfectly calm, as he pressed harder on my hand, sending a new wave of pain through it. For that moment, it didn’t matter how angry I was, all I could care or thing about was the fire that he’d started on the inside of my hand.
“You know what? I can take care of it. Or better yet, I can get someone who actually knows what they’re doing to look at it. Really, you’re just going to make it worse,” I said, trying to hide the nervousness that my face was no doubt showing. He placed his free hand on the side of my face, giving me chills, but making me relax nonetheless.
“Easy, killer. If I was going to really hurt you, I would have done it already now wouldn’t I?” My eyes narrowed and a low growl escaped from my throat as he spoke. I refused to let him think I was afraid, not matter how much I really was. I had never been a big fan of pain, and at that moment he had an excellent opportunity to put me in pain.
“Accio glass,” Draco said, pointing his wand at my hand as he removed the cloth. Bloody shards worked their way out of the cut, and I watched as they scuttled to a stop just before falling to the floor. My eyes started watering and I tried to jerk away, feeling the glass opening the wound more as it journeyed out of my hand. I swung at Draco with my free hand, trying to make him stop.
“You’re really not in a position to fight me. I am, after all, caring for your already injured hand. If the glass stays in there you’ll end up in a lot more pain than this, so I suggest you let me finish.” The way he replied to everything so smoothly and calmly made me even angrier. And he knew it. It made me feel out of control, like I was the irrational one.
“And how exactly do you know all of this? Last time I checked, you weren’t a doctor,” I mumbled through gritted teeth.
“Quidditch is a dangerous game. You get hurt, you fix it, and you get back in the game. I smashed through a window my first time,” he said, like it should have been common knowledge.
“How did so much glass get in there in the first place?” I said, not wanting to hear about Draco’s Quidditch history again. That’s all he talked about- how great of a Quidditch player he was, how many professional players he’d met, blah blah blah.
"I’m guessing you got cut right when the glass broke, and then you probably pushed pieces of it into the gash,” Draco said, putting pressure on my hand once again, as it was now bleeding heavily. “You have quite a temper there, breaking glasses and such.”
There he went again. It was all my fault. Draco Malfoy could do no wrong. He would never provoke anyone to do anything. It was all my temper, my fault.
“Temper? You think this all happened because of my temper?” I said. Looks like he was going to get that fight he wanted after all. “Why are you so content to make me miserable and blame it all on me? How long are you going to do this Draco? Is it not enough that I’ve had to hide from you? Then you have to recruit your precious little Pansy to help to make sure you win? You will never win with me! I will never let you! I’m tired of cowering in a corner and letting you think that you have something over me! I will not be a player in your game!”
I guess it wasn’t the reaction he had expected. Draco’s mouth had fallen open, a look of pure shock on his face. I watched as it morphed slowly into confusion, then anger. His eyes narrowed into slits as we both rose steadily from the floor.
“I’m sorry, did you want me to cry so you could mock me? To hit you so you would have something to convict me of? Strong words are harder to handle aren’t they? Sorry, Drakie. I’m not going easy on you anymore,” I spat.
“Easy on me? I’ve been going easy on you! You call this petty crap I’ve been using torture? You just wait, darling. You won’t know what hit you,” he said venomously, his face inches from my own.
He was still holding my hand. I pulled away and began to storm out, but as I touched the doorknob I realized I wasn’t the one who should be leaving.
“This is my room. Get out. Now,” I said coldly.
“Oh, we’re not done quite yet, Hannah. I will be back. You can count on that, “ he said turning towards the door.
I turned my back to him, content in my anger. I would have a few moments at least where I could feel like I won. The door clicked and clacked behind my back, and I turned to yell at him once again. My defiant stare met his bitter, frosty eyes, and for a moment, I think we both understood what true loathing was.
“You heard me. No need to hang about. Go,” I said as confidently as possible.
“Sorry to disappoint, but there’s nothing either of us can do. It’s locked. Looks like we’re stuck together, love.”

Epp!!!! I love it!!
The wait was worth it love!
Dracoo <33 heh
PAMS PAMS PAMS!!

xxSara

THE DOOR LOCKED!!!!!! Omg perfect way to end but such a cliff hanger!!

MORE SOON PLEASE!!! <3 <3

Ohmigosh! I've missed two chapters! I'M SOOO SORRY! But I'm here now, saying how much I loved them, I love Draco, I love Viktor and I love Hannah.

Ouchie, glass in her hand, that hurts a lot. And it's all Pansy's fault! I HATE PANSY! Evil little witch.

And Draco was being all nice, helping out Hannah with her hand and all, (and Viktor helping too, so cute).

Ooh, and now they are locked in the Room of Requirement! EEEK! So excited for what comes next! AWESOME JOB!

I love this so much! It is far, far better than my rubbish little fiction!
I've been waiting so long to read this, and you definitely haven't disappointed! It's absolutely brilliant.
Draco is so true to himself and Hannah is just the perfect character to go along with him, and I also love we share the same name!
This is the fanfiction that made me want to write mine, and I hope someday I can right chapters as utterly amazing as these, please never stop writing

Hannah
xxx

Awesome! I'm so glad you're back cant wait for next chappie

You better continue it im ur fan!

PAMSPAMSPAMS!! xoxoxoxoxox

AHHHHHH! This is splendid, hunny!

Draco is so chillingly, dangerously sexy- just the way I like him.

I've been meaning to read this for a while, ever since I saw your banner. I know it's hard to keep up with writing, but just know I'll be here when your next chapter comes out.

Excellent writing, excellent story - PAMS!!

This story rocks!!! Any story with Draco is good, but you portray him soooooooo well! I love this story!!! PAMS x 1000!!

~Noelle

This an amazing story, I couldnt write anything as good as this, PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!

"Locked?!What do you mean it's locked!?" I yelled, still angry.
"Exactly what it sounds like, you stupid girl!! Locked, as in, the door won't open. We're trapped," Draco said, throwing up his hands in frustration.
There was no way the door could be locked. These doors didn't even have locks- there was no need. The door just disappeared into the wall on the outside so that no one would know it was there. I stomped triumphantly to the door, pushing Draco out of my way, ready for that moment of sweet satisfaction when I could prove him wrong.
The doorknob was warm from Draco's grip and fit my hand almost perfectly as I began to turn it. Everything in this room- even the doorknob- was made specifically for me. He probably was just turning it wrong, or the room knew someone else was trying to open it, but there was no way it would lock me in. Draco, maybe. But never me. As the knob twisted slowly, I heard a sickening click as it abruptly went still.
No. There was no way it could lock. It had no reason to. I ran my hands down the rough wood of the door over and over again, looking for something, anything that could open it. A secret latch, a hidden lock. I came up empty every time. I took a few steps back and ran at the door, throwing my shoulders against it to force it open. For hours I tried, scratching at it, kicking it, beating it with my fists.
Draco sat on my bed, observing me, taunting me, "This is really all your fault, Hannah. You should have known something like this would happen if you kept playing 'this game' with me. Sorry to burst your bubble, darling, but you've become the biggest player."
I turned and screamed at him over and over again, "This is your fault!!! Why couldn't you just leave me alone, you wretched, wretched boy! This place is mine! Why couldn't you just be content with the rest of the school? If you think this is what will make you win, you're wrong. Dead wrong. This will only make me step up my game, sweetheart!" My screams did nothing. Draco just sat there, watching like I was an exhibit in a museum. All I could feel was anger. I was mad from our fight, I was mad about my hand, I was mad about him being here. There was so much rage that I had tried to conceal for so long. It was time he found out that no matter how much he loved to think it, I was not weak; afraid to get angry with him, to start a bigger fight.. I had never been weak. Now wasn't the time to start.
"I will beat you. One way or another, you will lose, and you will fall," I said darkly.
"Bravo. Wonderful effort, really inspiring to behold. You fight the door and me all at the same time. Too bad you cannot win either battle, no matter how valiantly you fight," Draco snickered as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me away from the door, dragging me across the floor. "They didn't seem to work very well, dear," he whispered, like it was a secret that he was keeping to spare me from embarrassment. He set me against the bed and smiled deviously, his eyes gleaming.
"I really hate you," was all I could manage to say, completely exhausted. I had been losing quite a bit of blood from my hand since I hadn't let Draco finish wrapping it, and I was getting a little dizzy from all the screaming and beating at that door for so long.
"I know you do," he said, laughing like it was some old joke between the two of us. I waited for him to say he hated me back, but he just sat there, smiling wide-eyed, way to close for my likings. In the time I had been trying to escape like a trapped animal, he had obviously regained control. It was back to the Draco who had a sharp but calm response to everything, making sure that nothing could be his fault.
I put my good hand over his face, covering those marble features, and pushed him away. It hardly disturbed him, barely making him lean backwards. I grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled myself upward, slowly stumbling toward the door. Draco put his hands on my waist before I could get very far, pulling me down to where I landed squarely in his lap.
"You really thought I would let you get away that easily," he whispered in my ear.
It was such an intimate gesture, whispering. It brought an amount of closeness that could make even a crowded room feel empty, like Draco and I were the only ones. Like no matter what he did to me or where he did it, we were alone. No one would see it. He had been whispering to me so much more lately, at every meal, in every lesson. He wanted me completely isolated, and he was, as usual, getting what he wanted.
My insides turned as I struggled to get up from Draco's lap. He was...warm. Shockingly, frighteningly warm. Warmth that was covered by the chill his touch gave me. I had never felt warmth at Hogwarts. He held me tighter and tighter, his heat warming my frozen body but making me shiver and shake. So much for the whole 'don't let him think I'm weak' tactic.
With what little strength I had, I crawled slowly away, and this time he just watched as I went once again to that terrible door. Unable to lift myself from the stone, I lay on my stomach as I looked through the small crack between the bottom of the door and the floor. I could see nothing but a pair of ruined brown shoes and the legs of a chair as Filch's mutterings slowly met my ears:
"Oh I saw that trouble maker, my sweet. They will not fool me again, oh no they won't. They will pay for what they did to you... harmless prank my rear end. Whoever it is I will find them... oh yes...They will get the boot, I will make sure of that..."
"Filch," I managed to spit out as I turned back to Draco. The Room was doing what had been asked of it; keeping me safe. If Filch saw me leaving he would know that I'm the student that was always disappearing, always barely evading him. I wouldn't be able to leave until he left. "We... we won't be able to leave until he goes away," I coughed out.
"You sound terrible. Don't look all that great either," Draco said, not acknowledging my discovery like he had known it all along.
I glared as ferociously as I could as he stood and walked toward me. He picked me up like I was nothing, knowing that I couldn't fight it. He sat on me bed and placed me in his lap once again, enclosing me in a blanket of warmth. He stroked my hair as I quivered at his touch, shaking uncontrollably. I glanced at his face to see a smile that told me he knew. He knew that I was miserable. Exactly the way he liked it.
"I warned you. Told you I was going easy on you before. You need to get it through that stubborn head of yours that I always win," Draco whispered into my neck. He rocked me back and forth, like a child in need of calming. In that moment, I could practically feel my strength leaving me. My throat hurt from screaming at Draco and at the door, pleading it to open. Both hands hurt, the injured one screaming out in agony. I hurt everywhere from colliding with the door, and I had nothing left to keep me going. I had no power to fight my slowly drooping eyelids as warmth seeped into my bones. The last thing I could remember was a distant laugh as I gave in to the gentle call of sleep, cradled in the arms of a foe.

Amazing story! Loved it, can't wait for your next update!

I love it! The story is amazing, cant wait for the next part!

AWESOME CHAPTER.
Why will the door not open!? This is crazy!!
More soooooon!!! <3 <3

It.... It... IT'S SO AMAZING! EEP! It's really truly amazing, I love it! Gahhhhh, it's like, a love overdose from it and all, and wowwweee, it's really good!