A/N: Today on Louise's 1 am concoctions, we have the most clichéd drabble yet, a tribute the the huge thunderstorm on top of my house last night. Here it is, in exactly 150 words.
Draco padded out of his room quietly, intending on having some silent reading by the fireplace. No one was usually up at this hour, but being Head Boy had privileges.
However, the common room he shared with the Head Girl wasn't empty at all; rather, it had a crackling fireplace with Granger at the hearth.
"What're you doing up late?" he asked, his voice scraggly from hours of disuse.
She jumped a little, but shrugged once she saw him. "I could ask you the same." she paused and gestured to the rolling thunder outside the window. "It's the storm, I never could sleep through them."
Draco nodded, but didn't admit that he felt the same. "Cocoa?" At her nod, he went in to the little kitchenette, and came back with two hot mugs.
He joined her by the fireplace, and neither said anymore in those wee hours of the night.