Hermione woke up on the floor, she had been startled at first but then she remembered where she was, and why she was on the floor. She felt a hand on her back and another was on her far leg, with his arm over her legs and her arms wrapped around them. She looked over to her left, and saw she was sitting in Draco's lap. At first she thought she would quickly get off of him, before he hollered at her. But she didn't.

She looked up at him. He had his head rested on the wall and his eyes were shut. She continued to watch him, but he didn't move. He was sound asleep. She had never seen him sound asleep like that before, either he was sleeping restlessly or he wasn't asleep. But right now, he looked very calm, very relaxed.

She sighed, not wanting to get up, and placed her head on his chest. She heard his steady breathing and the thud of his heartbeat. She never like the sound of a heart beating, but right now it was soothing and relaxing. Almost like her own lullaby that only she could hear. She closed her eyes again and just listened to his heart.

"So you didn't take any potion last night?" She heard Blaise whisper.

"Nope. That's the first night in years…I have slept without taking anything and didn't have a nightmare." Draco said in a hushed tone. Hermione had realized she had fallen asleep until she realized the boys had been talking for awhile.

"That's a first."

Hermione moved her head on Draco's chest for a moment, but then felt his hand rubbed her back again. "Shh…go back to sleep." He whispered. To her, and she pretended to fall back asleep, because…in all honesty, she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to lie her head down on his chest for forever.

"She care for you, you know?" Blaise said to Draco after she stopped moving her head.

She felt Draco let out a little laugh, "Yeah right. She's here for one reason, my mum paid her. If there was no money involved then she wouldn't be here."

"Maybe. But she's here now. She cares for you, mate. You don't see the way she looks at you when you walk away from her. You weren't awake when she got here. She got worried about you, taking some off brand potion."

She felt Draco look down at her, but she didn't move again. "Drake, I've seen the way you look at her."

"Please, you know I wouldn't look at her like that."

"Drake…you're a bloody liar." He said.

"She's a muggleborn, Blaise. She-"

"What does that have to do with anything? You had a crush on a muggle for the longest time."

"I was fifteen." Draco bluntly said.

"So? You still liked a muggle. She's higher than a muggle."

Draco didn't say anything. "Besides," Blaise continued. "You never let just anyone sleep on you like that."

Draco sighed, and Hermione heard footsteps. Meaning Blaise had left the room. She felt a hand rubbing her back again. Then he shifted his hand underneath her legs and he picked her up. Then she felt the cushions of the couch and footsteps walking away from her. When she was sure she was alone she opened her eyes and looked around, seeing she was completely alone.

~.~

Hug, after hug, after kiss on the cheek, after hug. That's how Hermione's day was going three days after her mum died. The funereal was hazy. Hermione didn't really remember it, she just knew she stood beside her father the entire time. Finally, they made their way to the cemetery. Hermione constantly thought that it wasn't going fast enough. This day. Everything was in slow motion to her.

But now, they stood in the cemetery with someone speaking, but Hermione wasn't listening. She just continued to stare at the coffin. She looked around at the people who stood around her. She saw many of her mother's friends, her father's friends, and even her friends.

When it was over Hermione was one of the last to leave.

" 'Mione?" A voice said from behind her. Only one person in the entire world called her that. She turned around slowly and saw red hair and blue eyes.

"Ronald." She said and was tempted to run and join Harry, but she didn't know where they were at.

"I'm sorry. About your mum. I didn't know until this morning." He said and put his hands into his pockets, "And I wanted to make sure you were doing ok."

"I'm fine." She answered quickly and hoped he would leave now.

"That's nice." He said and she nodded.

"I have to go. Reception is at my father's house. And I need to go prepare." She said and turned away from him.

But, to her dismay, he walked right beside her. "I was thinking about us the other day."

She didn't answer and looked at ground as she walked.

"Remember our ice cream fight? Or when we were shopping for a new house to live in?"

She didn't answer again, which was making Ron a little mad. The least she could have done was go yes.

" 'Mione?"

"Yep." She said.

"Would you look at me, just for a moment. I want to apologize and you are making this difficult." He said, but she kept walking. Wanting to get very far away from him.

"Hermione." He said and snatched her wrist. But before he could yank her towards him, a figure stepped between them, breaking off the hold Ron had on Hermione.

"Ouch." Hermione whispered to herself and looked at her wrist.

"Weasel…I don't think this is the time, nor the place to…touch your ex-wife." The figure said, Hermione looked up because she knew that voice so well.

"What's it to you, Ferret? If I want to speak with her, I shall." Hermione stayed exactly where she stood.

"Last I heard, she had a restraining order against you. I suggest you leave her alone. Or else you'll have more consequences than just me." He threatened.

"Don't threaten me, Death Eater. I'm not scared of you. You should be right beside your father in Azkaban. Not roaming about."

Hermione could see Draco ball his hands into fist, and that was when she stepped forward. She place her hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her. "Please, would you take me to my father's?" She asked. Draco nodded and turned around. Placing his arm over her shoulders and leading her away from Ron.

~.~

"Why are you off the island?" Hermione asked once they were out of listening distance.

"My mum let me off so I could pay my respects. Blaise is somewhere, he's supposed to take me back in a hour. I think I'm going to go home, see my mum, lie on my own bed." Draco said, with his arm still around her.

"You're not coming to the reception?" She asked in a small voice.

"Hermione, I don't think I should. People would look, and then ask you what's going on."

Hermione nodded, "Right, because nothing is going on. We don't need rumors."

He faltered, "Yeah…because nothing…is going on."

~.~

Hermione stood in the living room, in a sea of black. That was all anyone was wearing. Black. It made Hermione want to vomit.

After talking with a small number of people, Hermione started to look to see who the flowers were from. One was from the church, old patients her mum use to have, patients her father had, her friends, one was from Blaise, but the most beautiful one was from Draco. Or maybe it was just in Hermione's mind that they were the most beautiful.

She was grateful he had showed up when Ron wanted to talk. She didn't want to speak with him, and Draco was right…she did have a restraining order on him. He wasn't allowed to come within fifty feet of her. She wondered what it looked like to him when Draco came up and protected her. Got into a fight with Ron, and then walked away with her. Putting his arm over her shoulders in a protective way.

When he said he wasn't going to come to the reception, she had been slightly disappointed. For some reason, when he was around she felt stronger emotionally, about this whole thing. He gave her strength, but now he was gone. And she felt very much weak and broken down. Very much alone.

~.~

A week passed before Hermione decided to come back home. Or…the island. When she walked inside of the house, it was eerie and ominous. Something wasn't right. She heard no talking, no moving, no noise even coming from the kitchen.

"Hello?" She hollered. Then she heard walking and she looked up the stairs. She saw Blaise standing there looking down at her. He looked very worried. "What's wrong?" She asked and threw her bags down and started up the stairs.

"Nothing. Just tired." Blaise said.

"Where's Draco?"

"Asleep."

Hermione nodded, "I think I'm going to get a nap in. I haven't had a good sleep in days."

"Yeah, go ahead." Blaise said, with a weird little smile on his face. Hermione shrugged it off and started to walk down the hallway to her room. When she got there, she knew why Blaise was smiling. Draco…was asleep in her bed. "Uh, whatever." She said. She was too tired to care, so she curled up on the far side of the bed, as far away from she could get. And she closed her eyes.

Thud.

It made Hermione jump out her sleep. She looked around and saw she was alone in the bed, but not alone in her room. Draco was standing at her bookshelf. He had dropped a book…and just left it on the floor.

"Draco…what are you doing?" Hermione asked before she yawned. He quickly looked over at her when she said his name.

"Looking for a book." He said and then turned back to the bookshelf.

"What kind of book?" Hermione asked and rolled off of the bed, walking over to stand beside him.

"A good book."

"Here." Hermione said and reached for one of her favorites and handed it to him. "Read this one." She handed it to him.

He read the cover, "I've read it." He said and continued to look through the bookshelf. She couldn't believe Draco had read To Kill a Mockingbird. He looked over at her and smiled.

"I like your hair in a bun. It looks nice."

"You okay?" She asked, he was acting weird.

"Actually," He said and turned to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders. "I feel very tired. But I cant sleep." He said. "And I feel like I'm not telling you everything."

"Oh?" Hermione asked and looked at him.

"I want to tell you, I think you are amazing. And beautiful. That weasel you married was a stupid git." He said. And leaned down to her. Putting his lips on hers. It had caught Hermione off guard, but she quickly realized what was happening. And she closed her eyes and leaned into him.

"Eh hm." A voice said that made her jump and back away from Draco. She looked over at Blaise who stood in the doorway.

"And you know what I think of you?" Draco said and started to walk towards Blaise.

"I think, you are the best mate anyone could ask for." Then he hugged Blaise.

"I think you're full of shit. And you're asleep aren't you?" Blaise asked and patted Draco on the back.

"Yeah." Draco said and walked back to Hermione's bed. The second his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

Blaise looked up at Hermione and nodded, "He's probably not going to remember that." and with that he turned around and left.

Hermione looked at Draco, who was hogging the bed now. When you talk in your sleep or take actions it is usually is what you really mean. You speak the truth when you're half awake. Which meant…he had meant the things he said. And he meant to really kiss her.

Hermione looked at Draco, before she leaned down and ruffled his hair. Messing it up, then she left the room.

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