Chapter 3

Bit of a filler chapter but some cute dramione at the end ? enjoy and as always Review!

'I bet he'd be spitting mad if he knew that though' granger says breaking the moment closing her eyes again.

'He'd find the humour in it…eventually' Blaise says with a chuckle.

I stand behind the stacks surveying them carefully, it doesn't make sense I never introduced them. My forehead creases in anger, I don't like the feeling that I'm missing something.

'So how have you been sleeping since I left' Blaise asks carefully measuring the words.

Granger hesitates as Blaise replaces her other slipper, she sits up bringing her knees to her chest.

'It's been okay' she mumbles, and I see a completely new side to her a vulnerability shines through her posture and her voice is fragile. It startles me I've never seen this side to her before and I have no idea how to process it. I don't like it though I know that at least.

'It's only me Pet' Blaise sits up facing her mirroring her position so he can see her eyes.

'Not good, I still can't get more than 3-4 hours and that's on a good night' she runs her hands through her hair the stress showing.

'Hermione, you need to ask for help, take the sleeping draught I beg for your sanity! Or I'm going to have to move into the head dorms!' Blaise growls exasperated but keeping his voice level as if not to scare her.

'I'll be okay Blaise I think I'm learning to deal better, it's better than it was at least now I go to bed. Even when you stayed with me the best I got was 6 hours and that was because I was slightly inebriated, the potion makes me feel sluggish it's like my mind is foggy all the time' she chuckles darkly.

'Then I'll stay with you, it'll give you an extra few hours at least' his voice is low and hurried and I can feel his concern desperation nearly, it startles me out of my eavesdropping.

'I can do this Blaise plus what would Malfoy think!' she admonishes sternly regaining her natural feisty attitude back.

At this I decide I've heard enough and stealthily make my way out of the library and back to heads dorm, making sure to memorise the way so that I can go back if I decide I want to.

However, when I get there I find I'm unable to relax and shut of as was my original intention, as my thoughts keep drifting back to the complex conversation I just heard. Granger has been struggling to sleep and somehow Blaise sleeping with her helps?

Unable to doubt the platonic nature of their friendship anymore, the fact that they shared a bed is only slightly peculiar but has my insides burning anyway, it's an unfamiliar feeling and I push it away.

I can't understand why it's bothering me so much, that she's struggling with something; but I can't get it out of my head its plaguing me and I want to know why. Sickeningly I feel the urge to help.

Disgusted with my sudden Hufflepuff urge I storm into my room before grabbing some pyjama bottoms and a towel and heading to the bathroom for a nice hot shower to relax me and soothe me and relax my mind.

It helps for about five minutes the water relaxing my muscles scalding them as it hits me, but then then image of granger curled up hugging her legs looking utterly exhausted pops into my mind and I have to start the process all over again.

I grow frustrated quickly and eventually give up getting out and dressing before deciding to dry of in front of the warm fire with a nice firewhiskey and my potions book.

It works for a while and I lose myself in reading about potions I can't help but pay attention to a kind of sleeping draft, and I chose to ignore my motivation behind such a sudden fascination.

It's not long after that when granger creeps in, stopping when she sees my relaxed position on the sofa a soft blush rising to her cheeks and for the first time this evening I can't help but smirk.

'Your still awake' she says confusion marking her tone, as she avoids looking at my bare upper torso.

It's then I realise that the time is closer to midnight then I thought, time had passed quickly while she was away.

'How was Zabini?' I ask politely rising to fill my glass for one last drink before bed, she follows me into the kitchen hesitantly.

'Is that firewhiskey' she asks sternly as she regards the bottle with a frown ignoring my question.

'Ogdens finest' I reply smirking taking a sip and exhaling in relief as the smooth whiskey caresses my senses.

Acting on a whim I offer my glass to her challengingly 'fancy a taste'

She regards me suspiciously before hesitantly accepting my Tumblr and taking a very small sip, she eyes me warily the whole time but after her first initial taste I sense her enjoyment as she takes a far larger mouthful this time before offering the last finger back to me.

'it's very different to muggle whiskey, quite enjoyable I suppose' she frowns confused before smiling slightly at me as if in thanks.

'I'm not a fan of muggle whiskey either, bourbon isn't too bad though' I share downing the last of it and moving to put my glass in the sink.

'You've tried muggle alcohol' she asks amused.

'Blaise dragged me to a muggle pub in the summer and I figured I might as well try it while I was there' I shrug unconcerned.

She regards me carefully before moving to her room leaving the door open and moving out of my view I move to my own room laying on the bed wondering why she hadn't shut her door.

'Did you see Zabini a lot over summer' I ask curiously staring at my bed hangings

'Fairly often, I'd take him to muggle places like the Zoo or the London Dungeons and he'd take me to wizard restaurants and places, we still have lots to do though I have a mental list of all the muggle things he'd enjoy' she says as she climbs into bed surprising me with her honesty.

Although I'm confused at a lot of her terminology, I'm also kind of intrigued.

'purely for curiosity sake, say I was to indulge in muggle leisure what would you suggest for me?' genuinely curious about not only what the muggles could possibly find entertaining but also what she'd pick for me.

She takes a few moments to ponder my question resting her pillows against the headboard pulling the covers up mirroring my position before answering ' I think you'd enjoy a theme park' she says with a sneaky smile.

I frown confused a park where you dress to a certain theme maybe? What could be entertaining about such a thing baffles me, she picks up on it her smirk widening.

We talk politely for a while longer discussing trivial things such as school and muggle inventions like bungee jumping and what exactly they keep in a muggle Zoo, we keep to easy topics keen not to disrupt the uncertain peace between us.

Before finally her sleepy voice drops off and she no longer responds to my questions or comments, and I sigh satisfied that for the moment at least she's asleep.

Content in myself I rearrange my pillows so I can still see her peaceful face through our joint doors, I allow sleep to claim me.

It feels like minutes later when a sound wakes me from my sleep, quickly looking to granger I realise it's her thrashing around in her sleep silently but becoming more panicked. Panicking slightly I quickly clamber out of bed making my way over to hers.

Shaking her arm gently I whisper her name trying to wake her up, as soon as I touch her she stills and I frown in confusion. I keeping shaking her before her eyes blink wearily up at me.

'Malfoy' she asks her voice sleepy and confused.

'you were thrashing around I thought you might hurt yourself so I woke you up' I whisper back scared now of her reaction.

Her face drops in mortification then as she glances at the clock and see's we've only been asleep for a few hours.

'I'm sorry I woke you Malfoy you can go back to sleep now, I forgot to shut the door' she sits up running her hands through her hair in stress, her voice sounds so miserable I can't help but pity her.

'Move over granger' I say exasperated watching her face drop in confusion.

'What?!' she asks in outrage.

'Just bloody move over, I'm not trying to get in your knickers I'm trying to let us both get a good night's sleep so bloody scoot over' I say waving my hand impatiently.

'I don't understand' she whispers in shock as if I'm playing some sort of joke.

'Look if I sleep next to you you'll sleep better correct?' I ask tired and impatient now.

'How do yo' she stutters confused.

'I just do now no funny busy and no telling anyone of my sudden moment of bloody compassion move over' I grumble tired and irritated this is taking so long.

With one last hesitant glance at my bare upper torso she scoots over right to the other side of the bed, and I clamber in behind her. Scooting slightly closer to her, unsure of what exactly she needs from this I decide to let her make the first move.

She wiggles closer and I carefully move my lower half away as if not to frighten her with my unconscious reaction, pressing her back against my chest she sighs in relief at the contact and I bring my arm around her hesitantly when I feel her breathing even out.

Snuggling into me softly, unconcerned at the foreignness of our intimate position it's not long until she falls to sleep, breathing in her soothing sent of apples and limes I can't help but follow her shortly after.

Sorry for the cliff-hanger guys but please let me know how you think it's going and if you have anything in particular you want to see happen in this story very open to suggestions!