Okay, I know this is a short chap, but its sweet (literally and
figuratively. I'm multitalented, who knew?? ;) )
Hermione woke up, eyes swollen slightly from crying. She looked at her hands. They were half an inch shorter than they should have been. She sighed a heave sigh that should have come from a person more that twice her age. She felt something behind her. She whipped around. Draco was there, asleep. She smiled at the thought of how he had been there for her. She bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred but did not wake, a small smile playing across his handsome face. Hermione got up and washed her face, then came back and lied down on the cot. She snuggled closer to his warmth. He put his arm around her and she smelled him. He smelled like…Hermione didn't' know what, but it was sweet, with a hint of vanilla. She slept soundly while Draco dreamed.
Draco was on the unicorn again, in the same beautiful forest as before. The light slanted in low and he could make out a beautiful sunset over a hill. The light faded and died away. The unicorn bucked and took off at a gallop. He clung to its neck and crouched low. They were going on a mad dash though the pitch-blackness. There was no moon to guide them, although the unicorn knew where to go. He started to hear something strange. He glanced behind him and there was a huge black stallion. Puffs of white air were issuing from its nostrils, making it look like it could breather fire. Draco's eyes traveled up to the rider a top of it. It was a huge night with a visor. It unsheathed a sword and tried to hit him. Draco ducked. He urged the unicorn faster and faster. They quickly gained distance on the stallion, but the sound of its hooves cold always be heard.
Draco awoke with a start. He didn't immediately know where he was, but his eyes readjusted. He felt something comforting next to him. Hermione was there, her eyes closed in an untroubled sleep. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She shifted. He kissed her on the forehead and she snuggled closer to him. The annoying thought of what would happen in Madame Pomfrey saw them crossed his mind briefly, but he dismissed it. Did it really matter? He pondered this for a second, but rested his head against the soft pillows and closed his eyes again and slipped off into a blessed peaceful sleep.
Hermione woke up, eyes swollen slightly from crying. She looked at her hands. They were half an inch shorter than they should have been. She sighed a heave sigh that should have come from a person more that twice her age. She felt something behind her. She whipped around. Draco was there, asleep. She smiled at the thought of how he had been there for her. She bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred but did not wake, a small smile playing across his handsome face. Hermione got up and washed her face, then came back and lied down on the cot. She snuggled closer to his warmth. He put his arm around her and she smelled him. He smelled like…Hermione didn't' know what, but it was sweet, with a hint of vanilla. She slept soundly while Draco dreamed.
Draco was on the unicorn again, in the same beautiful forest as before. The light slanted in low and he could make out a beautiful sunset over a hill. The light faded and died away. The unicorn bucked and took off at a gallop. He clung to its neck and crouched low. They were going on a mad dash though the pitch-blackness. There was no moon to guide them, although the unicorn knew where to go. He started to hear something strange. He glanced behind him and there was a huge black stallion. Puffs of white air were issuing from its nostrils, making it look like it could breather fire. Draco's eyes traveled up to the rider a top of it. It was a huge night with a visor. It unsheathed a sword and tried to hit him. Draco ducked. He urged the unicorn faster and faster. They quickly gained distance on the stallion, but the sound of its hooves cold always be heard.
Draco awoke with a start. He didn't immediately know where he was, but his eyes readjusted. He felt something comforting next to him. Hermione was there, her eyes closed in an untroubled sleep. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She shifted. He kissed her on the forehead and she snuggled closer to him. The annoying thought of what would happen in Madame Pomfrey saw them crossed his mind briefly, but he dismissed it. Did it really matter? He pondered this for a second, but rested his head against the soft pillows and closed his eyes again and slipped off into a blessed peaceful sleep.