Hello people! I'm glad you're still reading, thank you for all the positive reviews, I honestly didn't think it'd be so popular! Today I'm gonna try something new, I'm gonna write the same scene twice but from different POVs, tell me what you think and maybe I'll do it again some time.


One minute Hermione was in her bed in the dark room she shared with Malfoy, the other she was in the familiar drawing room. As soon as she recognised the bare grey walls, the grey marble floor, still stained with previous victims blood, she started to tremble. Bellatrix Lestrange appeared, along with the Malfoy family, who were all in tatters with dark circles under their eyes. She felt an invisible force, like a magnetic attraction, pull her to the middle of the room, where she was suddenly lying on the floor, with the crazed dark haired witch bent over her, cackling like they do in Muggle films.

She's dead, she told herself, tis isn't real, she's dead, the war is over, she's dead, she's dead dead dead DEAD!

But that didn't stop her from feeling the pain, like molten lava running through her veins as Bellatrix cast the Cruciatus. She screamed until her throat felt dry, and screamed some more. Bellatrix was laughing at the tears rolling down her cheeks, at the blood seeping from the cut on her arm, joining the remains of all those that came before her. This time was just for fun, because she was a Mudblood, she wasn't being interrogated about the sword or the vault. Just fun. Sadistic and cruel fun.

She whimpered as Bellatrix bent over her bleeding arm and stuck her mouth over the cursed cut, licking at it, drinking the blood in like a vampire. The crazed witch widened her eyes in fury as Hermione shuddered in disgust, how dare this Mudblood be disgusted by the actions of one so superior to her? The curses started again, but before she could even feel the pain, everything and everyone around her vanished.

She knew she was still dreaming as she was still in the grey room at Malfoy Manor. Slowly, she stood, her legs trembling in pain as she did so. Just a dream... but the pain felt so real. Suddenly, Draco Malfoy was in front of her, looking the same as he had that day : untidy blond hair, bags under his eyes, and shivering hands that fell limply by his side. But his eyes were kind. She didn't know what he would do, but she certainly didn't expect the words that came out of his mouth :

"I'm sorry, Hermione. She went a bit crazy on that one, don't you think?" she simply nodded in confusion. His voice was so warm, almost amused, but kind and understanding at the same time. "But then again, what can we do? It's not out fault you're a Mudblood after all, is it?" She gasped in surprise. She was used to the word being used against her, especially from Malfoy, but the words didn't match the tone at all, and she wasn't expecting it at all.

"Do yourself a favour, Granger, wake up." He advised, a small smirk on his face. But it disappeared before long, and his voice took a more urgent and worried tone. "Dammit, Granger, wake up! Wake the. Fuck. UP!"

Her eyes snapped open and she was back in her room, Malfoy standing over her, bare chested as always. This was the third time in the last week that he had woken her up from her nightmares, and she was starting to get used to seeing his face contorted in worry and slight annoyance when she woke up.

"Thank you." She croaked. As usual, he just grunted and went back to bed.

After casting the tempus charm, she realised it was still early in the night and still had a long time to sleep away, though she knew she wouldn't go back to sleep. Unless... a small part of her wanted to ask Malfoy if she could sleep with him. Maybe if she wasn't alone, the nightmares would go away. But a voice in her head said You joking? Sleep in the same bed as him? Come on you're not that desperate, you still have some pride! Before she heard No, I don't. He sees and hears me scream every night. When it comes to Malfoy, I have no pride. If it helps us both sleep better, just go for it.

And so before she could stop herself, she heard her own voice ring out, loud and clear.

"Malfoy, would you mind if I slept in your bed...? I... maybe it'll help... not being alone...?"

He looked at her with wide eyes, before shrugging and grumbling "Whatever." Heaving a sigh of relief and ignoring her red cheeks, she stumbled out of her bed and into his, where she shuffled around until she was far enough for it not to be weird, but close enough to feel the heats of his body. They both fell asleep not long after, their backs to each other.


Draco Malfoy woke up to the sound of thrashing and moaning for the third time that week. Honestly, he was too tired (and slightly worried, but he'd never admit it) to bother being angry. As usual, he strode over to the other side of the room where Hermione's bed lay, and grabbed hold of the traumatised witch, knowing it would take quite a bit of effort to wake her up.

"Wake up, Granger. Hermione, really, wake the fuck up, this is getting old. Dammit, Granger, wake up! Wake the. Fuck. UP!"

At that, she did indeed wake up, her eyes still panicky before she saw Draco, and then she immediately calmed down. This was becoming a habit of theirs, and Draco wasn't even bothered anymore. At least, while he had to watch out and care for Hermione, his own nightmares had subsided. She mumbled a thanks and he started making his way back to his bed, when she suggested, rather loudly, that she join him in his bed.

The fuck? Really? This is going to be so awkward. He didn't even question whether they should do it or not, but was slightly uncomfortable as she crept under the covers beside him. He tried not to turn around when she wiggled about a bit, trying to find a decent position. He finally settled when he could feel her back just hair lengths away from his, and immediately blushed. At least she was fully dressed, which was more than he could say for himself. Pushing the embarrassment down, he finally fell asleep, jus after hearing Hermione's breath slow down, and making sure she herself was asleep. He may have hated her for years, but things were different now, and he saw it as his duty to ensure that she was well cared for.