Ginny P.O.V.
It's been nine years and nothing has really changed. It started out with me always going to his room because the idiot wouldn't be caught dead in the Gryffindor tower. I climb into bed with him and ask quietly just to be held. He never asked why; he just slid over, held the sheets up for me, and let me get comfy with his arms wrapped tightly around him.
This happened almost every night from my 5th year, his 6th, until he graduated. Then once I graduated, he finally asked me out. Took him long enough, if I do say so myself, and we moved in with each other. Shortly afterward he proposed and we got married. So I guess the only thing that really changed is that now he and I have matching silver wedding bands on our fingers.
He thinks that I have strange sleeping habits, but what he doesn't know is that he does too. He's been doing this a lot since we've been sharing a bed. He talks in his sleep, and he always ends up in the weirdest positions.
This is how it started: I walked into his room, tears streaming down my face, and I poked him until he woke up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Hi, Ginny," he said like always, and lifted his sheets. I climbed in quickly, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. I felt warmth; his sheets were warm from where he previously slept, and the heat that he himself gave off always relaxed me almost immediately, and if it that didn't work, what he did always helped. I'd snuggle my head deep into his chest and just enjoy being held by him. He'd rub my back until I grew quiet, and he always talked. He'd always talk about nothing in particular, either about school, teachers, other students, or once in a while my brother, Harry, and Hermione.
"You have a very soothing voice," I'd always tell him. He would just smile at me, kiss my forehead, and reply with, "Are you ready to sleep?" I would nod my head, climb over him, and lie on my opposite side. I really always hated this stupid sleeping habit of mine, but if I didn't do it, then I would never fall asleep. He too would turn around and hold me from behind. I'd relax even more and sleep peacefully.
The first time that I actually noticed his sleeping habits was about a week into our nightly ritual. I woke up late one night, and realized that he no longer had his arms wrapped securely around me. I thought that he just got up to go to the bathroom, but when I turned around to look, I saw his feet...in my face! It was weird! I threw the blankets off of me and looked at him. Draco Malfoy was sleeping upside down. To this day, I have no clue how he gets himself into those positions. There were other times that I would wake up and he'd have his face buried deep into the pillows, but his backside is up in the air! That one can always make me laugh! Other times he'll be sitting up against the headboard, eyes closed, snoring lightly, and even a few times I have found him on the floor. The reason why he never knows about this is because I always fixed him. I use a very good levitating charm on him and put him in the right position. I found that as soon as I lie back down, his arms automatically wrapped right around me again, and he'd nuzzle my neck a little and say, "My Ginny". That too is when I found out that he is also a sleep talker.
In the beginning that's all he would say, "My Ginny," or other little tidbits that I could never understand. Some of them were also fragments from bad dreams, and I'd wake him up before they got too bad. After our first summer apart from each other, he started to say a lot more things. Things that I have never heard him tell me before, things like, "Potter and Malfoy friends, who'd have guessed." I gasped the first time I heard that. Even after being the best of friends for almost a year, I'd never really thought that he'd ever want to be friends with my brother or Harry, but after hearing that, I could see it in his eyes, how much he wanted to be accepted on the good side. I never told him anything of what I've heard.
Usually he'd say things about me, nice things. Things that he rarely or never said to me: "you're beautiful," "cute button nose," and others. Then as time went on he started to say things that started making me see him in a new light. Things like, "I want to play connect the dots with your freckles," "pouty red lips," "nice breasts." I had to laugh at that one, though I stopped as I felt one of his hands travel a bit northward from my stomach. I was about to slap his hand when suddenly he stopped. I turned to see if he was awake, but he was fast asleep.
Then finally one night he said those five little words, "I love you, Virginia Weasley," and he nuzzled the side of neck and held me tighter. I smiled. I wanted him to tell me that, for I felt the same way towards him. But after that night, he didn't say it to me for about another year afterwards. I wondered what took him so long to say that again. I found out that he wanted to be accepted by my family. He didn't want me to go out with him if my family didn't care for him. He didn't want me to be disowned or have to be with him secretly. Draco explained to me that family is important and you only get one, and that it wasn't his fault that he was given a really poor excuse for a family life. This he explained to me when I told him that he said that he loved me so long ago. I said to him, "Why do you think I accepted so quickly when you asked me out? I was waiting a good year for you to get ready!" He just smiled at me and kissed me.
Well, we've been married for two years already, my husband still talks in his sleep, ends up in weird positions, and he's started a new one lately. He's taken up the habit of rubbing my stomach every night before we fall asleep. Every time I ask him why he does that, he gives me the same answer with a smile: "Maybe it will help." For a while I didn't understand what he meant by that, but then I realized he, like me, wants a child. After being married for two years, we have not yet been blessed with one. We always said we wanted children and tried so very long to have one, but for a good year, we have not succeeded. He then started to rub my stomach, thinking that that would help me or something.
I smile as I lay here in bed, for it did help and worked well!
The End.
Thanks to everyone for leaving the reviews, I appreciated them all. Thanks to Becky for everything! You are the greatest!! :o)
It's been nine years and nothing has really changed. It started out with me always going to his room because the idiot wouldn't be caught dead in the Gryffindor tower. I climb into bed with him and ask quietly just to be held. He never asked why; he just slid over, held the sheets up for me, and let me get comfy with his arms wrapped tightly around him.
This happened almost every night from my 5th year, his 6th, until he graduated. Then once I graduated, he finally asked me out. Took him long enough, if I do say so myself, and we moved in with each other. Shortly afterward he proposed and we got married. So I guess the only thing that really changed is that now he and I have matching silver wedding bands on our fingers.
He thinks that I have strange sleeping habits, but what he doesn't know is that he does too. He's been doing this a lot since we've been sharing a bed. He talks in his sleep, and he always ends up in the weirdest positions.
This is how it started: I walked into his room, tears streaming down my face, and I poked him until he woke up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Hi, Ginny," he said like always, and lifted his sheets. I climbed in quickly, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. I felt warmth; his sheets were warm from where he previously slept, and the heat that he himself gave off always relaxed me almost immediately, and if it that didn't work, what he did always helped. I'd snuggle my head deep into his chest and just enjoy being held by him. He'd rub my back until I grew quiet, and he always talked. He'd always talk about nothing in particular, either about school, teachers, other students, or once in a while my brother, Harry, and Hermione.
"You have a very soothing voice," I'd always tell him. He would just smile at me, kiss my forehead, and reply with, "Are you ready to sleep?" I would nod my head, climb over him, and lie on my opposite side. I really always hated this stupid sleeping habit of mine, but if I didn't do it, then I would never fall asleep. He too would turn around and hold me from behind. I'd relax even more and sleep peacefully.
The first time that I actually noticed his sleeping habits was about a week into our nightly ritual. I woke up late one night, and realized that he no longer had his arms wrapped securely around me. I thought that he just got up to go to the bathroom, but when I turned around to look, I saw his feet...in my face! It was weird! I threw the blankets off of me and looked at him. Draco Malfoy was sleeping upside down. To this day, I have no clue how he gets himself into those positions. There were other times that I would wake up and he'd have his face buried deep into the pillows, but his backside is up in the air! That one can always make me laugh! Other times he'll be sitting up against the headboard, eyes closed, snoring lightly, and even a few times I have found him on the floor. The reason why he never knows about this is because I always fixed him. I use a very good levitating charm on him and put him in the right position. I found that as soon as I lie back down, his arms automatically wrapped right around me again, and he'd nuzzle my neck a little and say, "My Ginny". That too is when I found out that he is also a sleep talker.
In the beginning that's all he would say, "My Ginny," or other little tidbits that I could never understand. Some of them were also fragments from bad dreams, and I'd wake him up before they got too bad. After our first summer apart from each other, he started to say a lot more things. Things that I have never heard him tell me before, things like, "Potter and Malfoy friends, who'd have guessed." I gasped the first time I heard that. Even after being the best of friends for almost a year, I'd never really thought that he'd ever want to be friends with my brother or Harry, but after hearing that, I could see it in his eyes, how much he wanted to be accepted on the good side. I never told him anything of what I've heard.
Usually he'd say things about me, nice things. Things that he rarely or never said to me: "you're beautiful," "cute button nose," and others. Then as time went on he started to say things that started making me see him in a new light. Things like, "I want to play connect the dots with your freckles," "pouty red lips," "nice breasts." I had to laugh at that one, though I stopped as I felt one of his hands travel a bit northward from my stomach. I was about to slap his hand when suddenly he stopped. I turned to see if he was awake, but he was fast asleep.
Then finally one night he said those five little words, "I love you, Virginia Weasley," and he nuzzled the side of neck and held me tighter. I smiled. I wanted him to tell me that, for I felt the same way towards him. But after that night, he didn't say it to me for about another year afterwards. I wondered what took him so long to say that again. I found out that he wanted to be accepted by my family. He didn't want me to go out with him if my family didn't care for him. He didn't want me to be disowned or have to be with him secretly. Draco explained to me that family is important and you only get one, and that it wasn't his fault that he was given a really poor excuse for a family life. This he explained to me when I told him that he said that he loved me so long ago. I said to him, "Why do you think I accepted so quickly when you asked me out? I was waiting a good year for you to get ready!" He just smiled at me and kissed me.
Well, we've been married for two years already, my husband still talks in his sleep, ends up in weird positions, and he's started a new one lately. He's taken up the habit of rubbing my stomach every night before we fall asleep. Every time I ask him why he does that, he gives me the same answer with a smile: "Maybe it will help." For a while I didn't understand what he meant by that, but then I realized he, like me, wants a child. After being married for two years, we have not yet been blessed with one. We always said we wanted children and tried so very long to have one, but for a good year, we have not succeeded. He then started to rub my stomach, thinking that that would help me or something.
I smile as I lay here in bed, for it did help and worked well!
The End.
Thanks to everyone for leaving the reviews, I appreciated them all. Thanks to Becky for everything! You are the greatest!! :o)