Draco's POV
When Draco returned to the Head dorm, he was more confused than he had been when he left. He stepped into the common room and was about to crash on the sofa when he saw that it was already occupied. Hermione was curled up on the sofa with a book in her hands. She was in a deep sleep and dressed in only a tank top and her PJ bottoms.
Draco stood and watched her for a long time. She seemed at ease with her surroundings, fitting in perfectly with the common room. The moon shining through a high window surrounded Hermione with a halo of light, illuminating her long lashes and deep auburn curls. He never realized how pretty she had become, and wondered how he could have missed it. He saw her shiver and took off his jacket, covering her up. Her mouth curled up in a small smile, but she did not wake, and Draco left her there.
Draco thought for a while and knew what was happening. He liked Hermione, a mudblood. Draco wanted to scream. This would definitely go against any Malfoy rule there ever was. A mudblood! How was it possible?! He didn't even bother changing into his pajamas and fell into a fitful sleep.
*"I don't want you to hear anything about you and that Mudblood again!" Lucius Malfoy yelled, beating his son with his bare fist.
"Father, please, I-I promise," a badly bruised Draco looked into his
father's eyes begging for mercy. "If I hear another word, I will personally disown you from this family!" Lucius' eyes gleamed malevolently. "No!"*
Draco woke up drenched in cold sweat. He felt a warm towel on his forehead and saw Hermione standing over him, a basin of steaming water next to her. She looked worried, and he felt a pang of sadness. No one had ever been so worried about him before.
"What are you doing," Draco slapped her hand away, ashamed at what she had seen. He couldn't let her think he was weak.
"I heard you screaming and came to see what was wrong," Hermione looked like someone had just slapped her.
"Malfoys don't need help from mudbloods."
Hermione gaped at him, and after what seemed like eternity, she threw the towel in the basin and turned to leave. "I was going to thank you for the jacket, but I guess you don't need thanks from a mudblood either." She threw him his jacket and walked out of his room, remembering to slam the door.
Draco stared at the door. What had he just done? He had just hurt the one person who had EVER cared for him.
Hermione's POV
She woke up to the sound of someone screaming.
"Malfoy?"
She ran into his room and found him covered with cold sweat. He must have been having a nightmare. She quickly grabbed a towel, drenched it in hot water, and placed it on his forehead. He calmed down a bit, but she was still worried, so she stayed by his bed, constantly changing the towel.
Malfoy looked so helpless, she actually felt sorry for him. For hours she sat there tending to him. He didn't look so dangerous when he was sleeping, and she found herself thinking back to the dream she had the night before. Malfoy had indeed changed. He was no longer small and pale. Hermione felt herself staring at him, his hair wet with perspiration and water was sticking to his forehead. If it wasn't Malfoy, Hermione would have actually felt herself drawn to him. She closed her eyes, remember the dream she had days before. That Malfoy was definitely someone she could fall in love with..
At dawn, she was about to change his towel again when he suddenly woke up.
"What are you doing," Malfoy slapped her hand away.
"I heard you screaming and came to see what was wrong," Hermione could barely hold back her surprise, but she thought again. Did she think he was going to thank him? She smiled sadly to herself; the thought of Malfoy thanking her was just too absurd. She barely registered anything else they said to each other, but she remembered running back to her room and falling on to her bed. There is no use in being kind to Malfoy, Hermione remembered herself thinking before she fell asleep, he is like a rose bush. Beautiful to look at, but dangerous when you try to get too close..
The sun slowly rose over the forbidden forest, and sunlight streamed through her windows in every direction. Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes, running a few fingers through her haphazard hair, she swept it into a messy ponytail and got dressed. She couldn't shake the image of sleeping Malfoy out of her mind. He looked so innocent. She just couldn't understand how a person could be so different in his sleep and when he was awake.
When Draco returned to the Head dorm, he was more confused than he had been when he left. He stepped into the common room and was about to crash on the sofa when he saw that it was already occupied. Hermione was curled up on the sofa with a book in her hands. She was in a deep sleep and dressed in only a tank top and her PJ bottoms.
Draco stood and watched her for a long time. She seemed at ease with her surroundings, fitting in perfectly with the common room. The moon shining through a high window surrounded Hermione with a halo of light, illuminating her long lashes and deep auburn curls. He never realized how pretty she had become, and wondered how he could have missed it. He saw her shiver and took off his jacket, covering her up. Her mouth curled up in a small smile, but she did not wake, and Draco left her there.
Draco thought for a while and knew what was happening. He liked Hermione, a mudblood. Draco wanted to scream. This would definitely go against any Malfoy rule there ever was. A mudblood! How was it possible?! He didn't even bother changing into his pajamas and fell into a fitful sleep.
*"I don't want you to hear anything about you and that Mudblood again!" Lucius Malfoy yelled, beating his son with his bare fist.
"Father, please, I-I promise," a badly bruised Draco looked into his
father's eyes begging for mercy. "If I hear another word, I will personally disown you from this family!" Lucius' eyes gleamed malevolently. "No!"*
Draco woke up drenched in cold sweat. He felt a warm towel on his forehead and saw Hermione standing over him, a basin of steaming water next to her. She looked worried, and he felt a pang of sadness. No one had ever been so worried about him before.
"What are you doing," Draco slapped her hand away, ashamed at what she had seen. He couldn't let her think he was weak.
"I heard you screaming and came to see what was wrong," Hermione looked like someone had just slapped her.
"Malfoys don't need help from mudbloods."
Hermione gaped at him, and after what seemed like eternity, she threw the towel in the basin and turned to leave. "I was going to thank you for the jacket, but I guess you don't need thanks from a mudblood either." She threw him his jacket and walked out of his room, remembering to slam the door.
Draco stared at the door. What had he just done? He had just hurt the one person who had EVER cared for him.
Hermione's POV
She woke up to the sound of someone screaming.
"Malfoy?"
She ran into his room and found him covered with cold sweat. He must have been having a nightmare. She quickly grabbed a towel, drenched it in hot water, and placed it on his forehead. He calmed down a bit, but she was still worried, so she stayed by his bed, constantly changing the towel.
Malfoy looked so helpless, she actually felt sorry for him. For hours she sat there tending to him. He didn't look so dangerous when he was sleeping, and she found herself thinking back to the dream she had the night before. Malfoy had indeed changed. He was no longer small and pale. Hermione felt herself staring at him, his hair wet with perspiration and water was sticking to his forehead. If it wasn't Malfoy, Hermione would have actually felt herself drawn to him. She closed her eyes, remember the dream she had days before. That Malfoy was definitely someone she could fall in love with..
At dawn, she was about to change his towel again when he suddenly woke up.
"What are you doing," Malfoy slapped her hand away.
"I heard you screaming and came to see what was wrong," Hermione could barely hold back her surprise, but she thought again. Did she think he was going to thank him? She smiled sadly to herself; the thought of Malfoy thanking her was just too absurd. She barely registered anything else they said to each other, but she remembered running back to her room and falling on to her bed. There is no use in being kind to Malfoy, Hermione remembered herself thinking before she fell asleep, he is like a rose bush. Beautiful to look at, but dangerous when you try to get too close..
The sun slowly rose over the forbidden forest, and sunlight streamed through her windows in every direction. Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes, running a few fingers through her haphazard hair, she swept it into a messy ponytail and got dressed. She couldn't shake the image of sleeping Malfoy out of her mind. He looked so innocent. She just couldn't understand how a person could be so different in his sleep and when he was awake.