Insomnia
'What are you doing here?'
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She had expected the corridors to be deserted at this time of night (or morning should she say?).
Squinting to see who was a head of her, she stepped forward and saw a lean boy stepping into the dull light of dieing torches. In the orangey glow he looked slightly jaundice with hollow cheeks and dark smudges under his eyes.
At the sight of him Hermione took into account her own appearance. Her untameable air was being forced into a bunch and a pair of old shorts were being covered up by an even older tee-shirt.
Pulling her shirt down in a bid to cover up, she saw that he was no better; in nothing but a vest and boxer shorts.
'What are you doing here?'
'I believe I asked that question first.' Whispered Malfoy in his silky voice that smothered her and drew her skin up in goose bumps.
'Insomnia.' Sated Hermione with an equal air of coolness.
Malfoy nodded and echoed the word. He then, without warning or explanation, slumped to the ground and leaned against the wall, head held in his hands between is bent knees. He looked exhausted and extremely worn.
Hermione examined him for a moment before mirroring him. The wall was cold and refreshing against her clammy skin and sent an involuntary shudder through her being. Tipping her head back she glanced up at the ceiling, appreciating the moment, before pulling her head back and facing Draco.
'If you're that tired then why not just go to bed?'
'If you're that tired then why not just go to bed?' He mocked in a high pitched squeaky voice which held no resemblance to her own. 'Do you really think it's that simple Granger?' – He smashed his back against the wall before looking her in the eye- 'In-som-ni-a. I thought even you could figure that much out.'
She maintained eye contact with him, her cheeks flushed. They continued like that until Malfoy yawned and Hermione let out a barking 'Ha!'
Malfoy jumped to his feet and Hermione felt a sudden jolt of panic. Why did she have to go and lose the only company she had? She shifted in her seat and felt the wall, now warmed by her torso but before she could drag herself up, Draco was plonking himself right beside her.
They were so close that their sides knocked together and Hermione could fell the ice cold skin, unwarmed by his flimsy, greying vest.
'Here' She moved up along the wall until she felt the cool numb her back. Draco moved along and a smile twittered around his lips as he brushed against the heat.
'Those' she gave an acknowledging look to his boxers and vest 'aren't going to keep you warm are they?'
'Well' Draco looked her up from toe to foot in a ridiculing manor 'they aren't much better, are they?' She flashed him a weary smile.
The rest of the night (or should we say morning) passed in a blur of amusement and anecdotes (ranging from Ron being chased around Gryffindor common room by a spider to Goyle getting his fist stuck in Crabbe's mouth).
When the watery sun rose over the mountain range and the Hogwarts students had pulled on their robe and were trudging beady eyed down to breakfast, a deserted corridor lay empty as the sun emerged over the window sill and illuminated the only two occupants.
Hermione and Draco still sat next to each other, backs against the wall. His head was lolling on her shoulder with her head rested on his. Both were fast asleep.
A/N: Good? Bad? A little bit of both?
Sorry I haven't been up to much writing lately but been really busy. I will try and updat more often.
