The first night was an accident. Her bout of tears sent her from her cold, suffocating room to the couch in their
common room. That was where he found her, tears streaming down her face, onto her now soaking lap.
His presence startled her. But what surprised her more was the fact he sat down on the couch and held her. She
found him to be a great comfort and drifted off to sleep in his arms.
When she woke in the morning he was still there. They parted ways and acted no different to each other the rest of
the day. Dirty looks and insults were still traded back and forth.
But when night fell she again could not sleep. Fortunately this time the tears did not come.
Again he found her out of her bed. Again he held her. Again she found sleep.
This continued for a few weeks before he said a word to her.
"You know Granger, we do have beds for a reason. I do believe they are for sleeping, and some other fun
activities," he added with his trademark smirk.
"And my bed has been seriously neglected these past couple weeks. I am going to my room."
This panicked her as she had began to depend entirely on him to get a good night's rest. Recently she had forgone
even attempting to fall asleep in her own bed, opting instead to wait for him on the couch.
He stood up. Taking a few steps he looked back.
"Are you coming or not?" He quirked a platinum brow. He would never admit it, but he depended on her just as much
she did him.
Happily she followed him to his room and slid under the silk covers. Content she sighed, and he smiled.