I am really into keeping my story correspondent to the book. Which is why I said Draco was wearing Muggle Jeans. Seeing as Draco never wore jeans at all in the story. Just as a warning for the future I'll go off a tinnnnnney tiny bit.
One Week Later...
As school continued so did the nightmares. Days would go on as Hermione bustled about helping students to their classrooms, helped create plans to repair Hogwarts to its original glory, fought with Malfoy and the silent night of patrols with him, and all in-between Hermione spent hours in the library. By the end of the day, Hermione was exhausted. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, the nightmares ensared her.
The nightmares were worst than anything she experienced in the two years of nightmares she had beforehand. They were in vivid detail, Hermione swore that she could count the number of crystal that hung above her head in the Malfoy Manor. All dreams were revolved around Manor. Hermione could be chased by Snatchers in one dream or see light leave blue and green eyes, never to be lit again, but she always wound up in the Malfoy Manor, tortured senseless by Bellatrix. Throughout the nightmares, all of them were missing a vital part, him. Her Healer was nowhere to be found amongst the shadows of demons. She looked for him sometimes, through the haze of pain- he wasn't there. Her eyes seemed to always wander towards a certain young blonde with gray eyes. Slowly, Hermione seemed to fade away into the darkness as the torture eased to a stop.
In the morning, Hermione would wake up even more tired than before. Looking at her reflection everyday was useless. She looked horrible, bags were a dark contrast against her golden skin, covered with sweat produced from the night's scares.
Needless to say, the brunette was getting worse and worse as days went by. So bad that she didn't notice her slipping into a sleep in the middle of Transfiguration and into Ron's arms.