A/N: Woohoo! Another chapter as promised! I don't have much to say, I've
written up to chapter 13 now and now I'm starting to think of ways to end
the story. So yeah, for the time being, enjoy this chapter.
Hermione was awoken by someone throwing something at her head. She rubbed her head and her eyes slowly opened. Squinting through the brightness of the room, she noticed Draco sat at the end of her bed smirking.
"Presents!" Draco exclaimed, pointing to the door.
He rushed out not bothering to wait for Hermione. She dragged herself out of bed and went downstairs. The first thing she notices were 2 Christmas trees, almost as tall as the ceiling, decorated with tinsels and ornaments. Presents were piled neatly beneath the trees. Draco sat cross-legged opening his presents. Hermione walked over to the other Christmas tree. A squared box wrapped in little snitch wrappings, was from Harry. He picked out a white dress with spaghetti straps. Ron gave her a few boxes of candy. Her parents sent over a new toothbrush, sweater, and some sugar free snacks. The last present was a sort of lumpy package. Hermione slowly unwrapped it and a toy stuffed silver dragon fell on her lap.
"There's no tag for this," Hermione said, not aware that she said that out loud.
"Really? Because it's from me," Draco said, still busy un-wrapping his own presents.
Hermione suddenly felt all-warm inside as she hugged the dragon.
"What should I name him?" Hermione wondered.
She looked at Draco who still hasn't looked up, finally deciding she would name the dragon, Draco.
*
Dumbledore came to visit them both in the afternoon. They talked for a while about the body exchange, and what they should do about it.
"I think it is best you don't go to your classes once it starts," Dumbledore decided.
"What? P-Professor Dumbledore, you can't do that!" Hermione said shrilly.
"Someone might suspect something, and you know we cannot let that happen," Dumbledore reasoned. "But if you want to continue your classes, I suppose we can get the professors to come here and tutor you two."
Hermione smiled and Draco scowled.
*
Hermione sighed happily to herself as she crawled into bed in Draco's clothes. The new schooling system for Draco and herself was a very good idea. There will be hardly any interruptions like there would be during normal classes. Winter Break is almost over and she couldn't wait to start studying once again. Just as she was about to drift asleep, a sharp pain hit her left arm. Hermione let out a surprised scream and clutched her arm. She lifts up her sleeve and there on Draco's pale soft arm was a long gash as if someone has cut her. Blood glistened in the dark. Another pain shot through her arm and she noticed the cut was getting deeper. There was only one thing that made sense to her. The potion! Quickly throwing the covers off of her bed, she rushed out of the room clutching her arm, trying to ignore the stabbing pain. Hermione collided with someone in the semi- darkness.
"Granger!" Draco gasped.
Hermione lay lying on top of Draco, still clutching her arm.
"My arm! The potion! Blood!" Hermione exclaimed not noticing she wasn't making sense at all but Draco knew.
"Same! There was a cut, getting deeper!" Draco said. "Your on top of me!"
Hermione blushed and got off; she examined her arm noticing it no longer has the piercing red cut. Weird, it was there a minute ago.
"W-We can't let this happen again; it hurts too much!"
"Then what are we going to do?" Hermione asked.
"Sleep in the same room?" Draco shrugged.
Hermione thought for a moment, would it be okay to sleep in the same room as someone who have been insulting her ever since the first year? If he tries cursing her while she's asleep, she can always tell Dumbledore.
"Yeah, yeah okay, it's the only thing we can do," Hermione nodded.
"In your room or mine?" Draco asked.
"Mine," Hermione said.
Draco helped Hermione up and together they went back to Hermione's room and they got into bed.
"Do you have to sleep in my bed?"
"You can't expect me to sleep on the floor."
Hermione scowled and moved a bit to the edge. Draco, noticing this, grabbed the covers for himself. Hermione sat up and grabbed it back but Draco was clinging to it tightly.
"Give it back Malfoy," Hermione snapped. "You do know this is MY bed not yours."
"So what? I'm a guest in this room, you'll have to be extra nice to me," Draco smirked.
"I'll probably celebrate after we have our bodies switched back but for now, quit being such a stuck-up brat!" Hermione continued.
Draco said nothing but threw the covers back at Hermione.
"Happy? And while I'm at it, have your pillow back too!" Draco spat, throwing the pillow at Hermione, which she ducked.
He huffily sunk back on Hermione's bed, his back facing her. Hermione sat there for a second looking at Draco, who was still in her body, and back to herself. Maybe she shouldn't have been so mean; besides, it is just a silly old blanket anyway. Malfoy is always a snob and will probably stay that way. Hermione lay back down, facing the canopy of her bed She was torn from her thoughts when Draco gave a small sob. Hermione cautiously poked him but he stayed asleep.
"No! Father! Please, no!" Draco mumbled.
Hermione stared at him. Does Malfoy's dad abuse him? He seems so perfect though.
"I'll do better next time! I swear! Father, no let me go! Please? Please, please!" Draco continued to sob.
Draco turned around, facing Hermione; he was still asleep and muttering. Hermione draped the blanket over Draco and her, making sure it was tucked in properly. Hermione faced him, hoping he'll stop muttering to himself, and for his nightmares to go away. He continued to toss and turn, muttering pleads to thin air. Hermione sighed frustrated before making up her mind. She wrapped her arms around him. Weird thing was, she expected him to continue to move and pull away but he didn't. Instead, Draco relaxed a bit and a small sigh escaped his lips. Hermione felt it a bit weird since she is actually hugging her body. Draco moved in closer, nuzzling against the crook of Hermione's neck. The slight breath of Draco's made Hermione shiver. If this were how she has to spend the rest of the nights, she wouldn't mind.
A/N: Ohhh! A bit of a romance scene here.well, not really but yeah, there will be later on. Hermione and Draco are sort of in a "denial" stage right now. Teehee! The fun stages on the path towards love. Well now, remember to review. I'm not supposed to be on right now, I sort of snuck on to type it out while my mom is at work. She'll be coming home annnnyyy second now. So I gotta scram, so reviews people!
Hermione was awoken by someone throwing something at her head. She rubbed her head and her eyes slowly opened. Squinting through the brightness of the room, she noticed Draco sat at the end of her bed smirking.
"Presents!" Draco exclaimed, pointing to the door.
He rushed out not bothering to wait for Hermione. She dragged herself out of bed and went downstairs. The first thing she notices were 2 Christmas trees, almost as tall as the ceiling, decorated with tinsels and ornaments. Presents were piled neatly beneath the trees. Draco sat cross-legged opening his presents. Hermione walked over to the other Christmas tree. A squared box wrapped in little snitch wrappings, was from Harry. He picked out a white dress with spaghetti straps. Ron gave her a few boxes of candy. Her parents sent over a new toothbrush, sweater, and some sugar free snacks. The last present was a sort of lumpy package. Hermione slowly unwrapped it and a toy stuffed silver dragon fell on her lap.
"There's no tag for this," Hermione said, not aware that she said that out loud.
"Really? Because it's from me," Draco said, still busy un-wrapping his own presents.
Hermione suddenly felt all-warm inside as she hugged the dragon.
"What should I name him?" Hermione wondered.
She looked at Draco who still hasn't looked up, finally deciding she would name the dragon, Draco.
*
Dumbledore came to visit them both in the afternoon. They talked for a while about the body exchange, and what they should do about it.
"I think it is best you don't go to your classes once it starts," Dumbledore decided.
"What? P-Professor Dumbledore, you can't do that!" Hermione said shrilly.
"Someone might suspect something, and you know we cannot let that happen," Dumbledore reasoned. "But if you want to continue your classes, I suppose we can get the professors to come here and tutor you two."
Hermione smiled and Draco scowled.
*
Hermione sighed happily to herself as she crawled into bed in Draco's clothes. The new schooling system for Draco and herself was a very good idea. There will be hardly any interruptions like there would be during normal classes. Winter Break is almost over and she couldn't wait to start studying once again. Just as she was about to drift asleep, a sharp pain hit her left arm. Hermione let out a surprised scream and clutched her arm. She lifts up her sleeve and there on Draco's pale soft arm was a long gash as if someone has cut her. Blood glistened in the dark. Another pain shot through her arm and she noticed the cut was getting deeper. There was only one thing that made sense to her. The potion! Quickly throwing the covers off of her bed, she rushed out of the room clutching her arm, trying to ignore the stabbing pain. Hermione collided with someone in the semi- darkness.
"Granger!" Draco gasped.
Hermione lay lying on top of Draco, still clutching her arm.
"My arm! The potion! Blood!" Hermione exclaimed not noticing she wasn't making sense at all but Draco knew.
"Same! There was a cut, getting deeper!" Draco said. "Your on top of me!"
Hermione blushed and got off; she examined her arm noticing it no longer has the piercing red cut. Weird, it was there a minute ago.
"W-We can't let this happen again; it hurts too much!"
"Then what are we going to do?" Hermione asked.
"Sleep in the same room?" Draco shrugged.
Hermione thought for a moment, would it be okay to sleep in the same room as someone who have been insulting her ever since the first year? If he tries cursing her while she's asleep, she can always tell Dumbledore.
"Yeah, yeah okay, it's the only thing we can do," Hermione nodded.
"In your room or mine?" Draco asked.
"Mine," Hermione said.
Draco helped Hermione up and together they went back to Hermione's room and they got into bed.
"Do you have to sleep in my bed?"
"You can't expect me to sleep on the floor."
Hermione scowled and moved a bit to the edge. Draco, noticing this, grabbed the covers for himself. Hermione sat up and grabbed it back but Draco was clinging to it tightly.
"Give it back Malfoy," Hermione snapped. "You do know this is MY bed not yours."
"So what? I'm a guest in this room, you'll have to be extra nice to me," Draco smirked.
"I'll probably celebrate after we have our bodies switched back but for now, quit being such a stuck-up brat!" Hermione continued.
Draco said nothing but threw the covers back at Hermione.
"Happy? And while I'm at it, have your pillow back too!" Draco spat, throwing the pillow at Hermione, which she ducked.
He huffily sunk back on Hermione's bed, his back facing her. Hermione sat there for a second looking at Draco, who was still in her body, and back to herself. Maybe she shouldn't have been so mean; besides, it is just a silly old blanket anyway. Malfoy is always a snob and will probably stay that way. Hermione lay back down, facing the canopy of her bed She was torn from her thoughts when Draco gave a small sob. Hermione cautiously poked him but he stayed asleep.
"No! Father! Please, no!" Draco mumbled.
Hermione stared at him. Does Malfoy's dad abuse him? He seems so perfect though.
"I'll do better next time! I swear! Father, no let me go! Please? Please, please!" Draco continued to sob.
Draco turned around, facing Hermione; he was still asleep and muttering. Hermione draped the blanket over Draco and her, making sure it was tucked in properly. Hermione faced him, hoping he'll stop muttering to himself, and for his nightmares to go away. He continued to toss and turn, muttering pleads to thin air. Hermione sighed frustrated before making up her mind. She wrapped her arms around him. Weird thing was, she expected him to continue to move and pull away but he didn't. Instead, Draco relaxed a bit and a small sigh escaped his lips. Hermione felt it a bit weird since she is actually hugging her body. Draco moved in closer, nuzzling against the crook of Hermione's neck. The slight breath of Draco's made Hermione shiver. If this were how she has to spend the rest of the nights, she wouldn't mind.
A/N: Ohhh! A bit of a romance scene here.well, not really but yeah, there will be later on. Hermione and Draco are sort of in a "denial" stage right now. Teehee! The fun stages on the path towards love. Well now, remember to review. I'm not supposed to be on right now, I sort of snuck on to type it out while my mom is at work. She'll be coming home annnnyyy second now. So I gotta scram, so reviews people!