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Here is a simple, yet cute, one-shot for you all
It seemed like every night of her seventh year at Hogwarts was plagued by nightmares.
She would wake up when the darkness of the night was at its peak. Then, she would lay with her chest heaving and her forehead beaded with sweat. With her wavy, brown hair splayed across the pillow, she would open her eyes and stare at ceiling for what seemed like hours. Her mind would run over the images of her dreams, trying to convince herself that it was all in the past.
Hermione thought about the images her mind ran through while she slept. This night, it was a replaying of that day in Malfoy Manor that she was branded with Bellatrix's knife. Just the thought caused a shot of pain to run up Hermione's lightly scarred arm. There was no doubt in her mind that the nightmares would return if she were to somehow fall asleep again. She decided she would have to resort to drastic measures once more.
Slowly crawling out of her bed, Hermione tip-toed through the Head Girl's bedroom. Her bare feet made no sound against the wood, as she had experience in avoiding the creaky spots. This was not a new occurrence to be slipping out of her bedroom and into that of another.
When she came upon the Head Boy's bedroom door, her hand slowly twisted the knob. With a light push, the witch was able to slip into the room and close the door behind her. The of the door clicking into place was not loud in the least, but it was enough to stir the light sleeper in the room awake.
A mop of blonde hair shook softly, and a heavy sigh was obvious from the rise and fall of the owner's chest. Hermione remained still until she heard his voice ask a simple question. "Again?"
She nodded her head, but seeing that his eyes were closed, opened her mouth. "Yeah." A beat. "It was Bellatrix this time." This seemed to stir a reaction out of him, as he carefully sat up to look at the tired girl near the door. Draco's gray eyes locked onto Hermione's brown ones, before he nodded and fell back onto his bed.
Hermione quickly shuffled over toward the full size bed, but took her time in situating herself on the mattress. Carefully, she moved her body so she was laying parallel to the Slytherin prince. She didn't even have to scoot close to him, as Draco took it upon himself to pull her against his body. His arm fell in the crevice of her waist, as if to protect her from any nightmares that might threaten her sleep.
Her head lay snuggled against his barely covered chest, with his own chin resting on top of her lightly tangled hair. A wave of comfort flooded both of them as they lay with each other, slowly falling back to the realm of sleep.
He was a man who had equal, or more, horrors to deal with, and she found solace in the fact she was not alone. However, it was only at night when she could be with him like this. When the sun broke the horizon, they would be forced apart and to fall back in the charade that they hated each other.
But for now, Hermione could rest assured that he would always be there at night to comfort her and protect her from the tragedies of the past.
Thank you for reading