Chapter 3
Feelings?
A/N:
Hermione groaned as she felt herself being shaken awake and wondering who would be interrupting her at this place. She opened her eyes slowly and found it was the middle of the night and a very sweaty and wide-eyed Draco was standing over her, his arms still on her shoulders. After a moment though, the mask he had on was gone and he collapsed onto her bed, crying. Hermione's eyes were wide as she watched him sink on to her legs on the bed and heave over crying. Being the only thing she could do, she reached over and pulled Draco to her and held him. He pulled his legs up onto the side of the bed where Hermione had moved over so he could sit and be held. He cried onto her shoulder, not seeming to be able to stop for the moment.
"Shhh," Hermione whispered to him, stroking his hair and rubbing his back as she tried to get him to calm down. Draco heaved a heavy sigh as he tried to stop crying but only got a sharp breath from it and he buried his face in her shirt more, putting him arms around her to bring her closer so that he didn't feel like he was alone.
He'd woken from a nightmare of where Voldemort had tried to get him to do his bidding as his parents had done. He'd had this several times before, since he started Hogwarts to be exact, and had always woken up to tears though he had never had anyone who was willing to hold him. He had asked for help from boys at school but they had only laughed and that was the last time he ever asked for help there. At home, he'd had the same dream but even his mother and father had laughed at him when he had gone to them during the night.
Tonight was worse though, the dream was even more painful and his family and people from school the last year had been being killed. He would not have even woken Hermione up if it hadn't been that bad but he'd had to try or else he would have.... he wouldn't even think of what might have happened if he had not gone for help or had been turned down.
Draco curled up next to her body and slowly started to calm down, his heart slowing too as he felt the normal sleepiness after crying. He looked up at Hermione and pulled off a sad smile before pulling her close again and resting his head on her shoulder.
Hermione saw the sad smile and the tears streaked face and felt a twinge of pain in her heart for him as she put her arms around him comfortingly and leaned her back against the pillows. She looked down at Draco and saw that his eyes were closed. She smiled and then rested her head on his and slowly drifted off too.
Hermione stirred as she felt sun stray to her eyes. She shifted around and raised her neck with a groan, feeling the pain in it. Hermione moved around, not opening her eyes but adjusting the object to the side of her so she could lay down straight. She yawned and then drifted off again, the warmth from her side being too much as she drew herself closer to it.
Draco pulled himself awake at the slight movement from his side from having gotten too much sleep already and stretched himself as he slowly opened his eyes and saw the face and body next to him that he had his arms wrapped around. He though nothing of it for a moment and he drained in the warmth and ran his hand through the person's hair but then he jerked slightly when he remembered who it was and what had happened.
He stared at the body next to him in horror as he remembered that he had collapsed onto her bed, crying! Crying of all things! He beat himself in the inside of his mind for showing her that he was that weak. She'd probably tell all her friends too, he worried. Draco looked at her sleeping peaceful face and then had to smile as he saw her hair strewn all over her face and a small smile at Hermione's lips.
Draco groaned again and then felt a clawing at his legs and looked down to a big orange cat that was laying on his and Hermione's legs. He looked away from the cat and to Hermione again, realizing at last that he was actually right next to her. To the body that he had memorized from a mere glimpse. Draco shuddered though and closed his eyes, not trusting his body but at the same time, not trusting his mind to the girl that had comforted him the night before.
He was slightly annoyed at himself for starting to think differently about this girl that he had hated for 7 years. But during those years, he'd never actually known her and he was starting to know her from just one day and already like the yelling she did and the comforting she gave. He sighed relentingly and then rested his head on the pillow beside hers and kept his hands behind her back instead of wandering over her body as he was almost doing, especially since he could see a considerable amount of her chest with how she was curled up next to him.
Harry stretched in his bed and then opened his eyes to look at the alarm next to his bed to read 8:00. He gave in to getting up and slowly pushed the covers off of himself and slid his feet to the ground. His eyes wandered over to the other bed and he saw Ron, his blankets on the ground and him sprawled on the bed. He realized that Ron had at some point taken off his shirt and pants to sleep.
Harry looked at him for a minute, studying him. His pale skin showed in the bright sun from the window that was right next to him. Harry felt a shudder go through him as he realized he was looking at his best friend's body and actually liking it. He remembered the feeling from last night of when Ron had rolled onto him too and he shivered again, wondering why he was feeling like this. Harry groaned, pushing the feelings to the side as he walked over to Ron's bed, jumping up and down on the cold floor. Harry seized Ron's shoulders and tried to shake him awake.
Harry got a whine from Ron and the next minute he was on the other side of the bed with Ron pressing him down onto it. Ron's eyes were awake with horror as he realized who it was.
"I though you were Fred!" He cried out, remembering the reflexes he had developed over the summer from when Fred always shaken him to wake him up. After a while, Ron started to throw him so he'd stop but Fred never did learn...
Ron stared down at Harry and swallowed hard, realizing that he was *once* again on top of Harry and it didn't feel wrong. What the heck is wrong with me!?, Ron thought as he felt his body shudder from the contact.
Harry felt Ron shudder and then felt himself shudder. He stared up at him and then pulled off a playful smile and a joke, "Seems you like being on top of me." Harry said and then realized that that was way too close to something that might be true, even though all of these were accidents.
After having seen how Ron had changed over the summer, Harry had started to become closer and closer to him, feeling that he felt safe near Ron. Although he had always comforted Ron before in the years, he had never thought it to be something or felt himself responding this way. Were these feelings? Why did he constantly find himself looking at Ron even though he was talking to Hermione?! It always bugged him ever since they had met before school. Harry sighed inwardly and looked up at Ron again, his breath caught in his throat at the look in Ron's eyes.
Ron had also seen the drastic change in Harry and had even seen that he had become even more fit, something that he would mainly have been jealous of before but now...wasn't and instead found himself looking at Harry even more then usual. He'd never felt this way before and it confused him a lot! It couldn't... no, it couldn't be a crush!, Ron yelled at himself in his mind and then looked down at Harry again and felt his hands on the broad chest. Ron took a sharp breath in and looked down at Harry, not wanting to do what his body was telling him to do.
Feelings?
A/N:
Hermione groaned as she felt herself being shaken awake and wondering who would be interrupting her at this place. She opened her eyes slowly and found it was the middle of the night and a very sweaty and wide-eyed Draco was standing over her, his arms still on her shoulders. After a moment though, the mask he had on was gone and he collapsed onto her bed, crying. Hermione's eyes were wide as she watched him sink on to her legs on the bed and heave over crying. Being the only thing she could do, she reached over and pulled Draco to her and held him. He pulled his legs up onto the side of the bed where Hermione had moved over so he could sit and be held. He cried onto her shoulder, not seeming to be able to stop for the moment.
"Shhh," Hermione whispered to him, stroking his hair and rubbing his back as she tried to get him to calm down. Draco heaved a heavy sigh as he tried to stop crying but only got a sharp breath from it and he buried his face in her shirt more, putting him arms around her to bring her closer so that he didn't feel like he was alone.
He'd woken from a nightmare of where Voldemort had tried to get him to do his bidding as his parents had done. He'd had this several times before, since he started Hogwarts to be exact, and had always woken up to tears though he had never had anyone who was willing to hold him. He had asked for help from boys at school but they had only laughed and that was the last time he ever asked for help there. At home, he'd had the same dream but even his mother and father had laughed at him when he had gone to them during the night.
Tonight was worse though, the dream was even more painful and his family and people from school the last year had been being killed. He would not have even woken Hermione up if it hadn't been that bad but he'd had to try or else he would have.... he wouldn't even think of what might have happened if he had not gone for help or had been turned down.
Draco curled up next to her body and slowly started to calm down, his heart slowing too as he felt the normal sleepiness after crying. He looked up at Hermione and pulled off a sad smile before pulling her close again and resting his head on her shoulder.
Hermione saw the sad smile and the tears streaked face and felt a twinge of pain in her heart for him as she put her arms around him comfortingly and leaned her back against the pillows. She looked down at Draco and saw that his eyes were closed. She smiled and then rested her head on his and slowly drifted off too.
Hermione stirred as she felt sun stray to her eyes. She shifted around and raised her neck with a groan, feeling the pain in it. Hermione moved around, not opening her eyes but adjusting the object to the side of her so she could lay down straight. She yawned and then drifted off again, the warmth from her side being too much as she drew herself closer to it.
Draco pulled himself awake at the slight movement from his side from having gotten too much sleep already and stretched himself as he slowly opened his eyes and saw the face and body next to him that he had his arms wrapped around. He though nothing of it for a moment and he drained in the warmth and ran his hand through the person's hair but then he jerked slightly when he remembered who it was and what had happened.
He stared at the body next to him in horror as he remembered that he had collapsed onto her bed, crying! Crying of all things! He beat himself in the inside of his mind for showing her that he was that weak. She'd probably tell all her friends too, he worried. Draco looked at her sleeping peaceful face and then had to smile as he saw her hair strewn all over her face and a small smile at Hermione's lips.
Draco groaned again and then felt a clawing at his legs and looked down to a big orange cat that was laying on his and Hermione's legs. He looked away from the cat and to Hermione again, realizing at last that he was actually right next to her. To the body that he had memorized from a mere glimpse. Draco shuddered though and closed his eyes, not trusting his body but at the same time, not trusting his mind to the girl that had comforted him the night before.
He was slightly annoyed at himself for starting to think differently about this girl that he had hated for 7 years. But during those years, he'd never actually known her and he was starting to know her from just one day and already like the yelling she did and the comforting she gave. He sighed relentingly and then rested his head on the pillow beside hers and kept his hands behind her back instead of wandering over her body as he was almost doing, especially since he could see a considerable amount of her chest with how she was curled up next to him.
Harry stretched in his bed and then opened his eyes to look at the alarm next to his bed to read 8:00. He gave in to getting up and slowly pushed the covers off of himself and slid his feet to the ground. His eyes wandered over to the other bed and he saw Ron, his blankets on the ground and him sprawled on the bed. He realized that Ron had at some point taken off his shirt and pants to sleep.
Harry looked at him for a minute, studying him. His pale skin showed in the bright sun from the window that was right next to him. Harry felt a shudder go through him as he realized he was looking at his best friend's body and actually liking it. He remembered the feeling from last night of when Ron had rolled onto him too and he shivered again, wondering why he was feeling like this. Harry groaned, pushing the feelings to the side as he walked over to Ron's bed, jumping up and down on the cold floor. Harry seized Ron's shoulders and tried to shake him awake.
Harry got a whine from Ron and the next minute he was on the other side of the bed with Ron pressing him down onto it. Ron's eyes were awake with horror as he realized who it was.
"I though you were Fred!" He cried out, remembering the reflexes he had developed over the summer from when Fred always shaken him to wake him up. After a while, Ron started to throw him so he'd stop but Fred never did learn...
Ron stared down at Harry and swallowed hard, realizing that he was *once* again on top of Harry and it didn't feel wrong. What the heck is wrong with me!?, Ron thought as he felt his body shudder from the contact.
Harry felt Ron shudder and then felt himself shudder. He stared up at him and then pulled off a playful smile and a joke, "Seems you like being on top of me." Harry said and then realized that that was way too close to something that might be true, even though all of these were accidents.
After having seen how Ron had changed over the summer, Harry had started to become closer and closer to him, feeling that he felt safe near Ron. Although he had always comforted Ron before in the years, he had never thought it to be something or felt himself responding this way. Were these feelings? Why did he constantly find himself looking at Ron even though he was talking to Hermione?! It always bugged him ever since they had met before school. Harry sighed inwardly and looked up at Ron again, his breath caught in his throat at the look in Ron's eyes.
Ron had also seen the drastic change in Harry and had even seen that he had become even more fit, something that he would mainly have been jealous of before but now...wasn't and instead found himself looking at Harry even more then usual. He'd never felt this way before and it confused him a lot! It couldn't... no, it couldn't be a crush!, Ron yelled at himself in his mind and then looked down at Harry again and felt his hands on the broad chest. Ron took a sharp breath in and looked down at Harry, not wanting to do what his body was telling him to do.