PROMPT: "He wakes up in someone else's body"
He woke up with a jolt, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling above him, this isn't right, he thought, finding himself unable to move any of his body parts. Suddenly, his body rolled over to face a woman's back. She had a petite build, her silky, chestnut curls cascaded down her back, which was faced toward him. A hand, his hand shot out, this wasn't right! It was too long, dotted with freckles, with rough, calloused fingers that definitely weren't his. The hand caressed the woman's swan-like neck, rousing her from her slumber. Come on, turn around, he willed her, but he had no control over his body, if it was even his. And then he wished he hadn't.
"Morning, Ron." came her slightly husky voice, as she smiled and stretched the last of her sleep away, yawning gently as she did. No, no, NO. This could not be happening. Please, Hermione, he thought desperately, it's me! Draco! Then, he heard a voice, Weaselbee's voice, "Morning, 'Mione." as he felt himself reach down to kiss her with foreign lips, causing her to giggle slightly.
"The children will be up soon" She commented, smiling contentedly, running her fingers through his coppery hair. Just as she finished her sentence, they heard the light pitter-patter of feet rushing to their room.
"Looks like they're up already" He grinned, before their door was thrown open, and two children jumped up on their parents.
Draco suddenly found himself watching the happy family from the doorway, invisible to all. His throat went hoarse, and his knees buckled, this was so wrong, she's MINE, angry, anguished thoughts clouded his mind, yet unable to do anything. He closed his eyes, a tormented look painted on his face.
Draco. DRACO! Wake up! An angry voice reached his ears. His eyes wrenched open to find a cross looking Hermione, glaring down at him.
"I can't believe you, Draco Malfoy, you actually fell asleep while I was talking to you! The utter nerve of you-" She seethed, but her angry rant was interrupted by Draco hugging her back, his long arms holding her possessively around the waist, stilling her movements. His face nestled into her hair, breathing in her scent.
"Had a bad dream", he mumbled in her neck, "Weasels, children, you weren't mine..." he continued muttering.
Hermione turned around abruptly, holding his head firmly between her hands, "Draco," she began, trying to catch his eyes, "look at me," she commanded, as he reluctantly raised his sullen stare to meet hers.
"I love you. It's always been you, and it will always be you." She said firmly.
"And the Weasel?" He questioned.
"Ron is my best friend, Draco, and you know he's happily married with Lavender." came her patient explanation.
Draco released a hum of approval, and found his place in the crook of her neck, with her arms wrapped around his neck, and fingers stroking his hair tenderly. He was hers, and she was his. The way it would stay forever.