A/n: I do not think you understand how frustrated I am at the moment. I had to rewrite almost this whole chapter because of I "wasn't" logged in and everything I had written had been erased. I was so proud of myself because I was finally able to write and then when I try to save this and this s.o.b. decides that nope cannot be saved because I have to log in first. God what the hell did I do, it was cute and a bit fluffy and now it is all gone. Why? Anyway, here is version two of it and since I don't remember every word I wrote I'm pissed.

She woke up in a cold sweat, her breathing heavy and eyes blurry, it felt too real.

They had taken Ginny and Luna. God no, not Ginny and Luna, they separated them but she could hear their screams and pleas of mercy through the walls. She was chained to a wall, a taunting Bellatrix Lestrange laughing crazily and obviously enjoying the show.

She had teased her, told her that this time her wounds would be deeper, her scars would be nastier, that she was considering letting her drown in her own blood.

She could feel the knife against her skin, the smell of blood pungent in the air, those eyes, filled with laughter and insanity stared at her. It took her a couple of moments to realize it was all a dream. This was not happening. But what if things were different, what if, what if, what if. The what ifs were always circling in her head. She hated it, it was in the past yet the nightmares kept repeating itself again and again.
Shaking her head she tried to get rid of her thoughts. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep Hermione got up from her bed and went down to the common room to make herself some tea.

She wasn't surprised to find a certain blond headed git asleep on the couch, an arm hanging off of the back of the couch and a book covering his face. He let out the occasional small snore and mumbled word. With a small smile she walked over to the couch and removed the book about Transfiguration, he must of fallen asleep studying again, and set it on the coffee table. Getting the folded blanket from the corner of the couch she pulled it over him. He gave a small sigh of approval and rolled over onto his side. She couldn't help the small giggle that left her mouth when she watched him, he then mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'Nice Hippogriff' while petting the air. She had to admit, he was quite adorable.

With that she went back to focusing on her tea. Filling up the kettle with water and cinnamon sticks she placed it on the stove to heat up. As she waited she was drawn back to her thoughts but this time a particular redhead was on her mind. Ron Weasley to be exact. She felt a bit guilty when she admitted that she hadn't thought of the man since she first arrived at Hogwarts. However when she did think of him her feelings for him were all confused. 2 years earlier she would have easily said she was in love with him but now, now she wasn't so sure. She was confused and tired. Her and Ron were a mess that she would prefer to sweep under the rug and never think about again.
Hermione wanted something different, something that didn't involve confusion and years of pinning and waiting and someone who actually showed her some type of interest in her. Her thoughts then circled to the bond ferret on the couch, his multiple one night stands and no strings attached relationships to be precise. It seemed to work for him just fine, maybe that was what she needed. Sex was always just sex to her, the fact that she didn't have much sex with random people she met in a bar were her decision but maybe no-strings attached relationships and one night stands were what she needed to finally get Ron out of her head.

The whistling of the kettle was what brought her out of her thoughts. Quickly she turned off the stove, hoping the sound didn't wake Draco. Unfortunately, her hope was futile as a slightly annoyed, hair ruffled, confused looking child known as Draco Malfoy was sitting upright, straining his eyes and looking around him to see where he ended up sleeping this time.

"Why?" Was the first thing he said when he finally looked at her direction. Hermione was pouring the water from the tea into her mug and placing a tea bag in it. When she looked up she saw his glare and couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips. He looked utterly adorable.

"Obviously I wanted some tea." She told him, placing her mug down to let the hot water soak up the tea bag she just placed. "Want some?" She asked as she went to pull out a new mug.
Still glaring at her, he nodded and she went to make another cup of tea. Draco looked down at his lap confused to find a blanket covering him. He then looked at the Transfiguration book he was reading on the coffee table. He guessed that Hermione must have covered him with the blanket and placed the book there when she came down and found him.

"Hermione?" He called, his voice heavy with sleep, he had finally had a decent night sleep without any nightmares. She hummed in response. "What time is it?"

"Almost four in the morning I believe." She said not looking up as she added sugar to the two mugs of tea.

"Why are you up so late or early or whatever? Why are you up at four in the morning?" He tried to explain himself and instead just ended with that. Draco looked at her curiously, wondering what could be keeping Granger up this god forsaken hour of the night.

She walked over to him and signaled for him to move over, he brought his legs up to his chest. She handed him a mug of tea and she drank quietly for a moment contemplating on whether or not telling him what happened.

"I, um, I had a nightmare." She confessed. "I get them a lot, sometimes I just need to take a breather and have some tea."

Draco hummed in understanding, he knows what it felt like to wake up from a nightmare. Scared, shaking, swearing, vulnerable. He hated it, and whenever he had one he liked to go out to the pitch and just fly for a while. Flying always cleared his head.

"I get them two." He admitted. "Terrible things, but I like to take my broomstick out for a fly, clears my head. What was your nightmare about?" He questioned her, she was tensed for a moment and he regretted asking.

He regretted it even more when she told him.
"Bellatrix." She stared into her mug, the name leaving a sour taste in her mouth. "She was taunting me this time, and I could hear Luna and Ginny's screams through the walls. I swear I could smell the blood."

Hermione's hands were shaking, she placed her mug down not to spill it all over her and let her hands fall to her lap. Draco watched her shaking hands in her lap and did something he probably wouldn't have at any other time. He put his own mug down and grabbed her hands into his. They were so small compared to his, rough and soft at the same time. He held them in his hands, squeezing them to show comfort.

He watched her expression, trying to see if she was at the verge of tears or repulsed by his actions instead she moved closer to him and squeezed his hands back.
Not in the right of mind, he brought her even closer to him, pulling her to sit between his legs as they stretched out onto the couch. He kept their hands locked together and hugged her from behind. She leaned back on his chest, sighing and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I just want the nightmares to go away." She whispered.

"So do I." He answered her, "but our dreams only show us what we are really hiding, what we refuse to say. They are trying to tell us something, something that we can't keep denying."

They sat in silence for a while. Lost in their own thoughts, comforting each other. At some point Hermione had gotten the blanket and placed it over them. She thought if anyone where to walk in on them, they would think they were intruding on an intimate moment. It did feel like one to her. But she liked it, even if he was Draco Malfoy, she felt almost safe and calm. She found something soothing in him, and soon she fell asleep with his arms embracing her.

Hermione woke up the next morning with Draco's arms still around her waist. It was Sunday thankfully, meaning no classes. She also knew there was no Quidditch match meaning if she wanted to she could fall back to sleep snuggled in his arms.

It took her a moment to realize that the arms she was in were Draco Malfoy's arms. Her eyes bulged like the one of a cartoon character when she realized this, she had fallen asleep cuddling with him. She had told him her nightmare and he had told her that he had them as well and hinted that he had some hidden issues.

Looking up at him, he winced at the odd position his head was in, his neck was going to be a pain when he woke up.
She couldn't help admire him. His soft almost feminine features. His high cheekbones, plump pink lips, crooked nose she couldn't help but assume she caused back in their third year. The way his eyelashes seemed to tickle his cheeks, the occasional birthmark and perfectly kept eyebrows. Her focus was on his lips though. They were slightly parted and if you were to actually look you could see he had a small birthmark on his upper lip. She couldn't help wonder how soft they must be.

God am I this sex deprived I'm actually checking out Draco Malfoy's lips? Yes you are, the little voice in her head sang to her. She hated to admit it but Malfoy was a bit right when he said her sex life was a bit sad. She just never saw the need of going out and finding a stranger to do the deed with. The most action she got these past two months of school was from herself and even then she wasn't that pleased. She groaned silently at the thought of it. The git was right. But the git was also very comfortable.

Deciding that this was a one time thing she snuggled closer into his chest and tried to sleep for a while longer. I mean, this isn't so bad.

Nevertheless a while later she was woken up by a sudden pain in her lower back. Something was poking her. Hermione froze at the realization, Draco Jr. was up and smiling at the world. She blushed in embarrassment, she looked up to see that Draco was still asleep fidgeting a bit.

Maybe she could just slip out of his hold and pretend that that never happened. However when she tried to move, Draco tightened his hold on her and pressed her back against his chest, as if she was his teddy bear. He mumbled something in his sleep before he rolled them onto their side, turning her into the little spoon. He was lucky he didn't fall off of the couch as she faced the back of the couch.

Fidgeting with her hands she tried to find a way to get out of this predicament, but all she could think off was waking him up. However that would result in a very awkward morning and howdy from his morning wood.

She sighed in frustration, she was very comfy and honestly didn't want to move or end their little cuddling session but she knew she had to. Hermione didn't think she could continue to sleep knowing that Draco was at the moment was very hard. Trying to roll over onto her other side to face him she heard him let out a moan when she rubbed against him. Her blush darkened when she heard that. Taking a deep breath she finally faced him and tried to find out the best way to wake him up.

Deciding, she poked his cheek. He shook his head to ward her hand away but she continued to poke him until one of his hands swatted her away. Smiling she decided to poke both of his cheeks at the same time to annoy him. Finally opening his eyes he let out a yawn and with one hand grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them away from his face. She stuck her tongue out in retaliation

"Why are you poking me?" He asked, another yawn escaping his mouth. He hadn't noticed yet.

"To wake you up of course." She answered cutely.

"Obviously. Why did you wake me up?" He asked her, confused as to why she would dare wake him up when he was peacefully sleeping.

"Well, if you haven't noticed yet. Um," she bite her lip, her face reddening even more when with one of her hands still in his grip motioned to below them. That's when his face reddened.

"Oh," he said when he realized what she was going on about, "oh, th-that. Th-that's just. Th-that's just" he became a stuttering mess, trying to cover up his sudden erection. Letting go of her wrist he sat up and got up as quickly as he could. He was still blushing when he mumbled an apology and refused to meet her eyes. "Yeah, I'm just gonna. I'm just gonna go take a shower."

With that he practically ran up the stairs, leaving Hermione gasping for air as she laughed at him.