Funny. Now she could hear his voice in her head too.
The dream faded and she was brought back to reality. Hazily, she cracked open an eye.
A yellow fuzzy...thing moved around her vision. Blinking, she sat up in bed, letting the sheets pool around her waist.
"Draco?"
She looked at him closely. His eyes were wide and his breathing a bit ragged. What could do such a thing to the nearly unflappable, cool-headed Malfoy she knew and loved?
Wait! LOVED?!
A gust of air hit her bare skin and she put her previous thought away to be analysed later. She had bigger fish to fry right now.
Why would air be hitting her bare skin?
She looked down at herself and cursed, diving under the covers.
She was butt naked... that's why!
"Draco Malfoy!!!" she screamed from under the safety of the pure black sheet. Her head popped out the top so she could glare at him properly. "Where am I and how did I get here?!" she yelled, beet red from embarrassment. "Or better yet... What the BLOODY FUCK AM I DOING NAKED?!?!"
Draco cringed and tried to explain but she would have none of it. She kept on going, her voice getting louder by the second.
He silently thanked whichever god was listening that he'd put a silencing charm on his room. Taking the chair by his bed, which was occupied by a very unhappy female, he settled in for a long wait. Finally, it seemed like she'd reached the end of her tirade.
"AREN'T YOU FOING TO SAY ANYTHING?!" she screamed, only to pant for breath a moment after.
Draco blinked. If you looked closely, you could also see his eyes widening a little bit.
"I couldn't get a word in edgewise!" he exclaimed. Hermione huffed and drew her legs up under the covers and wrapped her arms around them.
"Fine... baby," she mumbled. He shot her an incredulous look.
"And who was just ranting, rather childishly might I add, a few moments ago?" he retorted snarkily. Obviously trying to be more like his god father, the slimy git.
"Wouldn't you if you found yourself naked in someone else's bed and can't remember WHY?!" she countered. He tilted his head to the side, looking as if he was seriously considering her question. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
"No."
"Why you- ooh!"
"And you're here, in my room, because YOU did something to yourself that caused you to clack out and hit your head." Seeing that she didn't believe him, he got up and narrowed his eyes into slits. "HARD."
Her hand flew up to grope at her head only to shrink back as Draco laughed.
"I healed it already, silly girl. Couldn't let you DIE after all..." He considered for a second before amending his statement. "At least not while I could be blamed for it."
Oh, so that was it! Personal gain...survival instinct, saving one's hide...whatever you wanted to call it! But that didn't explain why she was currently-
"And why am I naked, kind sir? Did it have to do with the fact that my poor night clothes couldn't POSSIBLY be allowed to touch his Highness' silk bed?" she asked sarcastically. He smirked and took a seat beside her.
"Actually, it had more to do with the fact that YOU got blood all over them and blood is impossible to get out, even using strong cleaning charms?"
"It is? But the blood on the boys' clothes always came off..."
"In large amounts... it gets stuck to clothes. Especially MAGICALLY ALTERED clothes?" Hermione coughed and looked away.
"How did you heal me Draco? If you're saying what I think you're saying, then I must have bled enough to die from blood loss... Why aren't I dead or at least at St. Mungo's?"
"Because...lucky you..." a pale hand reached up to play with a tendril of chestnut hair. Hermione's head snapped around to look at him, only to find him close enough so their noses were touching. She cold feel his hot breath fanning across her cheek.
The dream faded and she was brought back to reality. Hazily, she cracked open an eye.
A yellow fuzzy...thing moved around her vision. Blinking, she sat up in bed, letting the sheets pool around her waist.
"Draco?"
She looked at him closely. His eyes were wide and his breathing a bit ragged. What could do such a thing to the nearly unflappable, cool-headed Malfoy she knew and loved?
Wait! LOVED?!
A gust of air hit her bare skin and she put her previous thought away to be analysed later. She had bigger fish to fry right now.
Why would air be hitting her bare skin?
She looked down at herself and cursed, diving under the covers.
She was butt naked... that's why!
"Draco Malfoy!!!" she screamed from under the safety of the pure black sheet. Her head popped out the top so she could glare at him properly. "Where am I and how did I get here?!" she yelled, beet red from embarrassment. "Or better yet... What the BLOODY FUCK AM I DOING NAKED?!?!"
Draco cringed and tried to explain but she would have none of it. She kept on going, her voice getting louder by the second.
He silently thanked whichever god was listening that he'd put a silencing charm on his room. Taking the chair by his bed, which was occupied by a very unhappy female, he settled in for a long wait. Finally, it seemed like she'd reached the end of her tirade.
"AREN'T YOU FOING TO SAY ANYTHING?!" she screamed, only to pant for breath a moment after.
Draco blinked. If you looked closely, you could also see his eyes widening a little bit.
"I couldn't get a word in edgewise!" he exclaimed. Hermione huffed and drew her legs up under the covers and wrapped her arms around them.
"Fine... baby," she mumbled. He shot her an incredulous look.
"And who was just ranting, rather childishly might I add, a few moments ago?" he retorted snarkily. Obviously trying to be more like his god father, the slimy git.
"Wouldn't you if you found yourself naked in someone else's bed and can't remember WHY?!" she countered. He tilted his head to the side, looking as if he was seriously considering her question. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
"No."
"Why you- ooh!"
"And you're here, in my room, because YOU did something to yourself that caused you to clack out and hit your head." Seeing that she didn't believe him, he got up and narrowed his eyes into slits. "HARD."
Her hand flew up to grope at her head only to shrink back as Draco laughed.
"I healed it already, silly girl. Couldn't let you DIE after all..." He considered for a second before amending his statement. "At least not while I could be blamed for it."
Oh, so that was it! Personal gain...survival instinct, saving one's hide...whatever you wanted to call it! But that didn't explain why she was currently-
"And why am I naked, kind sir? Did it have to do with the fact that my poor night clothes couldn't POSSIBLY be allowed to touch his Highness' silk bed?" she asked sarcastically. He smirked and took a seat beside her.
"Actually, it had more to do with the fact that YOU got blood all over them and blood is impossible to get out, even using strong cleaning charms?"
"It is? But the blood on the boys' clothes always came off..."
"In large amounts... it gets stuck to clothes. Especially MAGICALLY ALTERED clothes?" Hermione coughed and looked away.
"How did you heal me Draco? If you're saying what I think you're saying, then I must have bled enough to die from blood loss... Why aren't I dead or at least at St. Mungo's?"
"Because...lucky you..." a pale hand reached up to play with a tendril of chestnut hair. Hermione's head snapped around to look at him, only to find him close enough so their noses were touching. She cold feel his hot breath fanning across her cheek.