Okay everyone I've got great news! School is out and summer is in! That means that I will be able to update regularly! I am so excited! I want to apologies for not updating regularly. I'm hoping to be able to work more on Incarnate and my other story How My Dad Met My Mom. Also be on the look out for my upcoming Star Wars the Clone Wars Rex/Ahsoka paring depute. It's still a work in progress and is more intense then Incarnate or How My Dad Met My Mom.
Also I know this story is typical and stuff of the other Draco/Hermione fanfics but this scene has to be done. So bear with me
Yippee! It's SUMMER!
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Chapter six: Nightmares
Hermione woke with a start for the second night in a row. This time it wasn't because of her dreams. Someone was screaming. She looked at Ginger who had also woken up at the screams. Ginger and Hermione starred at each other until they heard another scream. After hearing the second scream Hermione and Ginger jumped out of the bed. Ginger managed to beat her Charge to the door. She needed to check out what was wrong in case it would put Hermione in danger.
Hermione ran out of the room not far behind her. They followed the screams to Malfoy's room. Hermione gave a quizzical look too Ginger who seemed to shrug. The two of them went into the room.
They were shocked at what they saw. Malfoy was thrashing about. He continued to scream and talk in his sleep.
"NO! Don't, please stop. Don't hurt her anymore. Pleas" He whimpered and screamed. What he said next though would leave an imprint on Hermione's memory for the rest of her life.
"Stop! Please don't Hermione any more! Please."
Ginger looked at Hermione for a while as if asking when she was going to wake him up. Malfoy thrashed again in his sleep as if being hit with a 'crucio' curse. Hermione shook the sleeping boy's shoulder. Malfoy stopped thrashing and seemed to calm at her touch.
"Malfoy wake up." Hermione said shaking him again. He didn't respond at all. Hermione rolled her eyes. This was becoming a pattern. "Draco wake up!" Hermione shouted.
As Hermione had expected, Malfoy woke up. What she hadn't been counting on was the terrified look on his face, and his wild eyes. They starred at each other for a long time before Malfoy seemed to snap back to reality.
"Granger? What the heck are you doing here?" He nearly shouted.
"You were screaming Malfoy. I'm supposed to look after you remember?" Hermione said cocking her eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips. Malfoy groaned and set his head back on his pillow.
"Besides Ginger was worried about you. What else could I do? There is absolutely no arguing with that wolf." Hermione tried to joke. Malfoy looked at her for a second and realized what she was wearing.
"Granger," He said propping himself up on his elbows, "It might be none of my business but why are you wearing that?"
"Malfoy this might come as a shock to you but this is what most people call sleep wear." Hermione said it slowly so he'd understand. Malfoy glared at her.
"Granger you look like-"
"Say slut and you'll loose the ability to produce an heir." Hermione said darkly.
"Ouch, touchy." Malfoy mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" She said threateningly.
"Nothing!" He answered quickly. Hermione threw a quick glare at him before turning around to leave.
"Granger?" Malfoy whispered, barley audible. Hermione almost didn't turn around, but he sounded so weak.
"Yes, Malfoy?" She asked.
"Can I ask you something?" Malfoy asked sitting up in his bed.
"Sure Malfoy." Hermione said walking over and sitting down on his bed in front of him.
"How do your parents treat you?" He asked.
"My parents?" Hermione asked confused. This was the last thing she had expected.
"Yea, how do your parents treat you?" Malfoy asked again. Hermione could tell by the look on his face that Malfoy was serious.
"Well, in truth I don't know. You see the Grangers are my godparents." Hermione tried to explain. Malfoy looked at her dumbstruck. He had an almost idiotic look on his face.
"What?" Malfoy asked once he had found his voice.
"The Grangers aren't my parents, they're my godparents. I just found out a few weeks ago myself." Hermione shrugged. She had gotten use to the idea of the Grangers just being her godparents. Hermione was looking forward to meeting her real parents when they came out of hiding.
(Draco's point of view)
"Again, what?" Draco couldn't grasp this concept. Granger had always been, well Granger. What was he suppose to call the muggle born now?
"Malfoy, my real parents were part of a pureblood family. In fact they were the last of their family, or more specifically my Dad was, until I was born. They didn't have any prejudice and so Voldamort wanted my parents dead. They had to go into hiding about a month after I was born. They gave me to my godparents." Hermione explained.
Draco had definitely not been expecting this. Granger a pureblood? That was impossible! How could she be a pureblood? Okay scratch that Granger, no not Granger, had just explained that.
"You're a pureblood?" Draco asked. This couldn't be happening!
"I just said that I was a pureblood. Where you not listening at all?" Hermione asked getting annoyed. Draco managed to calm himself down a bit.
"Okay then, that was a lot of new information, why don't you tell me how your godparents treat you?" He asked.
"And here I thought you'd want to know all about my non prejudice family." She said.
"I do want to know about your real family but I'm still processing the fact that you're a pureblood. I'll ask about your real family later when I can think clearly. So for now do you think you can just tell me about your godparents?" Draco asked.
"Sure, my godparents were always great. They always encouraged me and were proud of me. I sear they couldn't have been more happier then my real parents when I got my letter from Hogwarts..." Hermione continued on about her relationship with her godparents for a while. Draco had listened intently threw out the entire story. He didn't even notice when Ginger had hopped up on his couch. When Hermione finished they sat in silence for a while.
"I wish my parents had been more like that." Draco finally said. After listening to Hermione's story Draco realized what he had missed out on. Hermione looked sadly at him but said nothing, leaving Draco to decide whether or not to go on.
"My Mom was okay but with my Father around she couldn't really show any emotion. She couldn't be loving and encouraging like your godparents. Merlin the Grangers weren't even your real parents and they treated you better then my parents ever treated me." Draco felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He tried to hold the tears back and they subsided, for the moment.
"You love your Mom a lot, don't you?" Hermione asked. Draco couldn't understand why she was asking such a question.
"Why do you think that?" He asked.
"Because you used Mom instead of Mother. Mom is warm, loving, and informal. While on the other hand you used Father instead of Dad. Father is cold, distant, and extremely formal." Hermione explained. Draco thought about it and realized that she was right.
"I guess you're right. My Mom always tried to be kind to me. One time she even tried to protect me from the 'crucio curse. Of corse my Father then 'cruciod her instead. After that she didn't try to help me any more. I don't blame her, I wouldn't even help myself. With all the things I've done all the things I've seen." Draco stopped speaking and went into deep thought. Until Hermione pulled him out of his thoughts by something he never thought she'd say.
"I'd help you."
"What?" Draco asked unsure if he had heard her right.
"I said 'I'd help you'" Hermione repeated. Draco looked at her wondering if she was being sarcastic but there was nothing that hinted of sarcasm in Hermione's face. All Draco saw was a beautiful young woman. Then he remembered being forced to watch her being tortured.
"Why?" Draco asked. He remembered all the pain that Hermione had gone threw all the suffering. What hurt him the most was not being able to help her. The images still haunted his thoughts and especially his dreams.
"Because Draco from the sounds of your dream you tried to do the same for me." Hermione said as she got up from her spot on the bed and walked to the door. Ginger, seeing that her Charge was about to leave, got up and walked over to the door.
Draco didn't know what to say. He was so incredibly happy that someone would say they'd help him. Yet Draco was beyond embarrassed that she'd heard even part of the conversation he'd had with his Father the night she'd been tortured. Draco wondered what part she'd heard and was just about to ask when she opened the door and said, "Goodnight Draco." before Hermione slipped out the door and closed it behind her.
For the second time he softly whispered "Goodnight Hermione."
It seemed like forever before Draco fell asleep. He was kept awake by his thoughts of Hermione. Draco thought about how she had been tortured and how he had been helpless to help her. He thought of how Hermione had healed him with all her magic and energy. Then about how she had helped him to the Hospital Wing and then how she had saved him from Perkinson.
Draco thought about how Hermione had came in to check on him and had woken him up from his nightmare when she could have just let him continue with his nightmare. Then he thought about what she had told him about her parents, her godparents, and what she had made him realize about his own parents. He thought about what Hermione had told him. That she would help him. Draco believed her and she would probably be the only person who would ever say that to him.
Then Draco thought about how beautiful Hermione was. Her curly brown hair that seemed to change in the light. Her hair could go from a leafy red to an almost chocolate brown. He thought of Hermione's eyes that were a soft, loving brown. How a color could look loving Draco didn't know but some how her eyes were a soft and loving brown.
Draco thought of her smile and how she could light up an entire room just by smiling. He thought of her velvety voice.
Then Draco thought about her touch. He thought about her hands on his chest. Her skin was so soft. Yet Draco's skin, no his entire body had felt like it was on fire. He thought about her touch the longest. Draco couldn't get the feelings that her touch had ignited out of his head.
"Get a hold of your self Draco," He ordered himself, "You can't be in love with that girl. She's friends with Potter and Wasly. She's a muggle born for crying out loud! You'd be killed."
Then Draco realized that Hermione was a pureblood so he wouldn't be killed.
"No, her family were blood traitors and enemies of the Dark Lord. I'd still be killed. And Hermione wouldn't be much better off either." Draco didn't want to get Hermione hurt. Especially after what she had said to him. Draco sighed and rolled over for the umpteenth time since Hermione had said goodnight to him. This time he managed to close his eyes and sleep.
I hope that everyone enjoyed the chapter. Review my newest chapter please. Also I really hope this wasn't too typical of other fanfics and I apoligise if you find it too similar to other fics. Thankfully it shouldn't be too bad because Ginger is there to put the story in a new light. I absolutely love Ginger she sooo cute!
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