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Summary: When Hermione wakes up in the middle of the night, too afraid of dreams to fall back to sleep, she finds herself extremely releived that she thought to give Draco a mobile for his birthday.
Bad Dreams and Mobile Phones
Hermione shot bolt upright in her bed, drenched in sweat. Her bedsheets were tangled around her feet, and hot tears were streaming steadily down her cheeks. Before she could even really register what she was doing, she had taken her phone from the nightstand and skimmed through the list of contacts. Sniffing through her tears, she held it to her ear as she listened to it ring. She counted the bells - eleven. Then he finally picked up.
"Hermione, love, what's wrong?" Draco's worried, tired voice on the other end of the line soothed Hermione immediately, and she breathed out an unsteady sigh, glad she had given Draco the mobile phone for his birthday. She closed her eyes, lifting her free hand to wipe away the tears. "'Mione? Answer me, love." He insisted.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I shouldn't have called, I didn't mean to wake you." She apologised quickly. She heard him try to supress a yawn and smiled weakly. She felt bad now - it was three in the morning and she had just woken him, completely unnessasarily.
"Love, it's fine. I'm up now - tell me what's wrong." She could hear that he was genuinely worried about her, even in his exhaution. "Hermione, don't make me come over there." He warned playfully, making her laugh shortly, though she could hear the offer in the back of his voice. If she needed him, he was there.
"It's nothing." Hermione lied weakly. "I just... I can't sleep." She admitted, finally. She heard him release a breath in releif, realising that she was clearly not in life threatening danger.
"Why not, love?" His voice was still tense - he was still worried.
"Bad dreams." It was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. As if she was scared of the very words she spoke. There was a sharp inhale as Draco interpreted the horror in her voice, and the panic returned.
"Again?" She nodded, although he couldn't see it. Almost as if he could, though, he responded. "I'm coming over." Immediately she began to fret. She'd already woken Draco unessasarily in the early hours of the morning. He didn't need to waste energy getting to her house and climbing through her window. Besides, if her father cought him in the morning, they were both as good as dead.
She could already hear shuffling around as he began getting himself out of bed and she jumped down the phone.
"No, no you don't have to do that!" She heard the rustling stop, but panicked when he didn't respond. She had sounded like she didn't want him there, didn't appreciate it. "But, could you just stay on the phone? So that I know you're there." She could tell that he immediately felt better.
"Of course, Hermione. I'll stay as long as you want."
"Thank you. Thank you." She whispered weakly. She shrugged back into her mattress, melting into the pillows. She put the phone next to her, bringing the covers up to her neck. In the silence of the room, she could hear from her position that Draco was rustling his covers, getting back into bed. When it stopped, and she could only hear his light breathing, she closed her eyes.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered.
"Hmm?" He hummed in response.
"I love you." She told him.
"I love you too, 'Mione." He replied warmly. She could hear the rumbling, passionate truth in his words. She smiled confidently, filled to the brim with his love and care. She relaxed immediately to the sound of his promise.
"Now sleep. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."