A/N I am so sorry this has taken so long! I will let you get to the story now instead or boring you with my rambling.
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling to you?
Draco awoke to a rush of night air playing with his hair. He groggily sat up and looked around for the culprit and then froze in horror at what he found. There, sitting on the windowsill, dressed in her whit nightgown, was Hermione. The pale moonlight shone on her tear-stained face, making her look like a ghost.
"Hermione…" Draco called tentatively, rising from the bed.
"Don't come any closer," Hermione sobbed "I'll jump, I swear I will."
"Hermione, life can't be that bad, come off that windowsill and we'll talk," Draco began.
"Oh can't it?" Hermione burst out. "My husband is dead, my daughter hates my guts, my son probably thinks I've forgotten him. Not one person cares for me!"
"That's not true, Hermione, I…I care for you," Draco stuttered. Hermione froze in shock for a moment and Draco took advantage of the opportunity to edge closer. "Hermione, you know I've already lost my wife, I couldn't bare to lose you," Draco began, slowly creeping towards the window. "I know if I would have told myself even six months ago that I would come to care for you, I wouldn't have believed myself, but Hermione, darling, it has happened. For some unexplainable reason, it would kill me if you jumped and as for your son, he knows you're going through a rough spot right now and loves you the same as before. He knows you haven't abandoned him and your daughter is going through a rough time too. She loved her father and it's just easier for her to blame someone else. She still loves you, you're her mother."
With this, Draco carefully wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. "Now, come down and we can go to the kitchen to get some coffee." Hermione slowly twisted her body around and allowed Draco to pull her back inside.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Draco murmured. Hermione sniffed in response. The two tip-toed down the stairs to the kitchen where Draco quickly found the coffee pot and set it to work. They sat in silence with only the sound of the coffee brewing to accompany them. Hermione looked down and immediately blushed.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"Draco, I'm barely wearing anything!" Hermione whispered, putting her arms across her chest.
"Oh," was all Draco could say, but he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Thank you," she murmured and then blushed again.
"What now?" Draco asked, but when he looked down he knew exactly what. What he thought was a jacket was actually his night shirt. Amedria must have changed both of them while they were asleep. His entire upper body was exposed; thank goodness Amedria had thought to put pajama pants on him!
My My, He sure hasn't let himself go, has he? Hermione thought, then blushed a deeper shade of red. Afraid to leave Hermione alone, Draco quickly summoned a robe and slid it on. The room fell into an embarrassed silence. Soon, however, the coffee was made and Draco poured two cups which they drank in silence until Hermione, overcome with exhaustion, slumped to the table. Silently, Draco carried Hermione back to her bed and laid her in it. The pale moonlight shone on her face.
She looks like an angel Draco thought in awe. Maybe someday, she will be my angel. With that thought in his head, Draco vowed that she would be his one day. Quietly, Draco closed the open window and sealed it with a charm only he could break, just in case, and exited the room deep in thoughtful planning.
A/N Wow, that was really sappy, oh well I 3 Dramione! Sorry it's short. I will try to update again soon!