Last time:
She felt stupid for crying when she had just stopped the first time, but she felt so safe with her three friends there and another one upstairs holding the man that had just tried to hurt her. She was so confused.
On with the story:
Hermione just couldn't get comfortable. One of her pillows was too stiff and the other too soft. She was also too warm under the blanket, but refused to take it off. She was still so confused about the happenings of the past day and she felt safe under the covers of her bed.
Hermione knew that she would be getting no rest tonight, but she had hoped that she might be able to get maybe a few hours of sleep. There were too many questions running through Hermione's head and they just wouldn't stop.
How did Seamus know about it?
What is going to happen to him?
Did he hurt the baby?
What if Draco never speaks to me again?
A loud snore came from the bed across from her. I t was Parvarti; she always snored. Hermione knew that she was a really good friend and that she would always be there for her but she really hated talking to her. Parvarti was the Gryffindor Gossip Queen and anything you said to her, you could expect to find spread around the school by breakfast next morning.
"Don't," said Parvarti's voice from across the room.
Excellent, thought Hermione, she's talking in her sleep again. In the past Hermione had found out secrets that she knew Parvarti would never tell her if she were awake. She had found out that she had developed a crush on Harry and Ron after she was chased into the Quidditch change rooms and found them with their clothes off. Hermione was always anxious to get more out of her, but usually she only got inaudible babble.
"Don't what?" Hermione inquired.
"Don't tell her."
"Don't tell who what?"
"Don't tell Hermione that the baby is yours."
The baby? But Hermione already knew that the baby was Draco's. Maybe Parvarti was just having some stupid dream that makes no sense.