Pairing: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
Rating: T
Length: 423
Warning: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe, I just like to play around with different situations = )
Date written: 2-16-10
Hermione fell asleep on the couch, no surprise there. She had been reading yet another large book for her arithmancy class. But this time she didn't put up the silencing charm she normally did, so her nightmare sounds had reached the sleeping ears of Draco Malfoy. At first it was just murmurs and whimpers, but soon you could hear words and small shouts, thrashing about. All of this noise woke him up so he walked down to the common room to see what was going on. Once he saw her thrashing about he moves quickly to kneel beside her.
"Hey, wake up," he prodded her, waking her up instantly. She sat bolt upright and looked around. He saw how scared she looked and pulled her to his chest when he saw her start crying. "Shh, it was just a dream, it's just a dream."
"But it was!" she wailed. "It was all real!"
"But that's not now," he soothed, rubbing a hand up and down her back. "It's not real now, this is what's real now." He lifted her off the couch and carried her up to her bedroom and sat them down on her bed, still holding her close to him, waiting for her to stop crying and shaking to see if she would be alright.
"It was last year, around Easter," she murmured. Draco knew what was coming and tensed slightly. "It was just Bellatrix."
"I know, I'm so sorry," Draco murmured back. "You didn't deserve to have that at all."
Hermione eventually put her arms around his middle. "I'm really tired but I don't want to be alone."
"You, um, want me to stay or go get the little Weasley?"
"No, please stay, they don't know about my nightmares," she said. He let her off his lap and walked to her wardrobe to change into her pajamas. He knew he should be looking away but when she started getting undressed in front of him. He looked down at his current stated of dress; since it was winter, he had on green plaid sleep pants and a black wife beater, a far cry from his summer sleep wear… meaning just some boxers. She changed into some red plaid sleep pants and a white wife beater, eerily similar to his own. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers back for him to so the same. He got into the bed and she snuggled right up to him and felt the nightmares held at bay as he put an arm around her.
