(A/N: Thank you so much for the people who reviewed, I'm glad you like the story! I'm so sorry for the late update, but I'm going to open the musical Oliver Twist tomorrow so I was quite busy with rehearsals. New chapter will be soon and quite bigger than this one. Enjoy!)
That night, the night of their intended kiss, Hermione slept beside him in his bed. When he slept, he really did look like an angel. His hair, normally gelled, was now tousled in all places and the normal frown he always wore was gone and replaced with a gentle expression. She wonders what he dreams about. She wonders what he would look like if he had a nightmare. She wonders if he even has them, since his reality is a nightmare.
Even though he is laying beside her and even holding her, she can't seem to fall asleep. Maybe because that desk is staring at her, or the fact that she is laying beside her torturer and lover.
Maybe the reminder that she is really stuck in here, makes her walk towards the desk. She must not forget the fact that he is still her torturer and there is still a war going on.
When he told her all these stories about the war and how the Light was doing so well, she could only scream of joy. But it also scared her. What would they do to Malfoy? And that thought scared her even more than the first.
Her fingers stroke over the desk again and she sighs. If she could only find a key...
She tried multiple spells, but nothing worked and she expected that. It was Malfoy.
She walks around the room, thinking of a logical place where he would hide it. It reminds her of finding the flying key when they were trying to stop Snape of finding the Philosophers Stone. How wrong they were then. And how young. The sight of 1st year Malfoy flooded into her mind. Had he thought he would be like this when he would grow up?
She shakes her head and her hands end up in her hair. This was mad. All of it.
When she thinks she has seen every corner, drawer and closet from inside out, she quits trying to find it and gets in the big bed again. The arms of Malfoy find her almost immediately and she just sighs.
"Where were you?" he groggily asks, his eyes still closed.
"I couldn't sleep." she says and she closes her eyes.
"Take a Sleeping Potion, it's in my drawer." he says, still groggily and he turns his back towards her.
She opens one eye. "What drawer."
"The one in my desk, Granger. You have to turn the handle 3 times." he yawns and her eyes are both open now.
She waits until she is sure he has fallen asleep and then she gets out of bed again. Her nerves are almost taking the best of her. He didn't even have a key!
She stands before it, staring at it like it is an actual person. Those 3 turns can save the lives of innocent people and of her family and friends. But will it also kill Malfoy?
She is shocked by her own thoughts. A few weeks ago, she wanted him dead and now she was hesitating. Before she can stop herself, she turns the handle 3 times and opens it.
There is alot of paper and a tiny bottle; Sleeping Potion. She grabs it and puts it on the desk. Before she starts rummaging trough the papers, she looks behind her. He is still sleeping. She takes a deep breath to steady her breathing.
She looks at the dates of all the paperwork and they're not sorted. How can she know what's old and new? She shakes her head, closes the drawer with a bang and sits on the ground, the sleeping potion still on the desk and her back against it. Her eyes close too soon and she falls asleep against the desk.
She wakes up, but still with her eyes closed. She feels hands holding her body. And she feels that she is in the air and moving. She is being carried. She opens her eyes very lightly and sees to her relief that it's Malfoy holding her.
She pretends to be asleep and she is carried to his bed again. She feels him lay her down and a few seconds later he is beside her and rolls her on top of him.
His skin is warm. That's the first thing she noticed. When they had sex for the first time, she didn't touch his body that much, but now her hand was on his chest and she feels his heartbeat. It was kind of a weird feeling, laying there on his chest.
"You're beautiful, Hermione." he whispers in her ear, not aware that she is awake.
Hermione.
He said her name.
Her eyes open but she quickly closes them and let's herself succumb to sleep again.
This time, when she opens her eyes, it's light outside. She lets out a yawn and looks beside her, but Malfoy isn't there.
She sits upright, looking around and she suddenly sees him sitting in a chair and she gives a yelp of fright.
"Merlin. You frightened me." she says but chuckled a bit at the end.
"Don't I always?" he says, but smirks.
Hermione shakes her head and they look at each other. He suddenly stands up and starts walking around the room. Hermione's eyes follow him and she is quite frightened now that he is all quiet. He picks up the Sleeping Potion.
"Where- Where did you get this, Granger?"
She gulps at him, saying her surname again.
"From you drawer." she says boldly.
"How did you know how to open it?"
"You told me to do so."
"Oh."
She sees his shocked expression, he obviously didn't remember what he said last night.
So he didn't remember calling her Hermione, probably. But he had said it.
He opens the drawer and puts the bottle back in.
"Fine." he suddenly says very lightly and the maidservants come in with breakfast.
The one second he is a lover, than he is a torturer and than he is your friend. He was a roller-coaster of emotions and she was expected to follow trough.
In the past, she always thought of him as an emotionless monster, but it's quite the opposite really. He has too much emotions.