-Hermione POV-
I sank into my incredibly soft bed with a sigh. As I touched my swollen lips I remembered fondly the moment Draco had announced his awe of my bedroom's decoration, he decided to express it in the only way he seemed to know how. I popped my cream silk night-dress onto my bed to get changed into. As I got changed and put my clothes something clinked around my neck. The cream night – dress swished around my calves. The seed – bead detailing on the waistline was intricately formed into a snake entwined with a lion. How ironic, yet romantic. For some reason I didn't feel like sleep, I felt exhilarated, refreshed. I hadn't felt this good since first year. For some reason ever year with Harry seemed to end in stress, death and trouble. I crossed over to an ivy covered bookshelf. I picked a leather-bound book named 'Veela, a lengthy guide' I sat on the wooden swing covered in flowers. I cast a sticking charm on to the swing and I began to swing gently…
'The Veela are a race of semi-human, semi-magical hominids reminiscent of the Sirens of Greek mythology. Little is known about their biology; they appear to be young, beautiful humans. Their looks and especially their dance are magically seductive to almost all male beings, which causes them to perform strange actions in order to get nearer to them. Veela are thought to have their own unusual type of magic which does not require a wand. When Veela are angry, however, they transform into something more like Harpies — their faces turn into cruel-beaked bird heads while long scaly wings burst from their shoulders, and they can launch balls of fire from their hands. Unfortunately only pure-blood veela can do this. Veela seem to be quite an irascible race. For example, in the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, they were easily wound up by the Leprechauns, resulting in a fight between both teams' mascots on the pitch. Veela were the mascots for the Bulgarian National Quidditch team during the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, which indicates an Eastern European origin. Veela hair is a magical substance, suitable as a core for wand manufacture.'
I shook myself violently. I had almost fallen asleep while reading, I never did that! What was wrong with me? Never mind. Instead I would set up my dressing table from my trunk. I pulled out my trunk from under my bed. Out came a photo of my parents. Out came several other books, a silver backed hairbrush, an elegant perfume bottle shaped like a swan and my velvet jewellery box. My jewellery box was one of my most prized possessions. It was a glassy box on the outside, with prettily carved handles made from ivory. Inside was the softest black velvet.
I had several items of jewellery. One was a beautiful ring, white-gold, gold, silver and pink-gold bands curled into each other, twisting and turning into each other, they met into a beautiful opal shining with all the colours of the rainbow. There was a beautiful necklace in my trunk, made of goblin silver, with thin strips elaborately twisting to form protective shell for a sparkling blue jewel. It must have fallen out of my box. Another was a delicate locket. It had intricately carved markings on it. Inside it was blank. Remembering what Mrs Weasley had said I whispered "Visionara Maximus!" Slowly the photos appeared one was of Draco and me outside of the Hogwarts Express. The other wasn't a photo, it was a carefully preserved and pressed cherry blossom, my guess was it was magically stuck there and preserved permanently. I couldn't remember how long I had had that locket; of course the photo was new, only finding Draco this morning. My personal favourite was an amazing ring I never took off, apart from today, I hadn't felt like wearing my aunt's ring, seeing as she wasn't alive anymore. It was a narrow ring made from goblin gold. It has an elegant design with a large transparent pale rosé heart-cut gem surrounded by transparent dusty rose quartz gems in the centre. I slipped it on to my slim finger anxiously. Suddenly I felt very tired, but when I tried to fall into my bed I felt wide awake. It didn't make any sense. A longing settled into the pit of my stomach. I wanted to see Draco and I could bet that was the only thing that would get me any sleep. I couldn't go and wake him up, maybe for nothing. The longing grew worse. I gave up on my cowardice. I had made my decision. So I slipped out the covers and out of my room. Down the stairs I went and up some different stairs. Slowly I crept into Draco's room. The blinds were drawn slightly; casting a shadow over the room. Draco lay on his bed. He looked like a fallen angel back there. I slid into the bed tentatively. "Couldn't sleep?" He mumbled
"Nope, I think it might be this veela thing, the only way I'll get any sleep is if I sleep next to you, do you mind?"
"Not at all." He murmured back. Then He wrapped his strong arms round me and pulled me close. I immediately relaxed and listened to his steady breathing. I found myself slipping into the realms of dreams…
