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II. "Oh Ron..." Hermione gasped as he sent her reeling over the edge. They had managed to sneak into a broom closet before they were caught by one of the castle ghosts. Her head collapsed on his shoulder and she kissed it softly. Ron softly slipped out of her and kissed her neck. She let her skirt fall back down and she reached down for her bra and shirt. They both finished getting dressed and snuck back into the hallway. They joined hands and wandered back towards the dormitory. "Really Ron, that was lovely, I hope you'll make a habit of it," she smiled at him. "Oh I intend to," he said while running his fingers through his vibrant red hair. He walked her to the portrait leading into the Head's rooms and lounge. She kissed him goodnight and gave the password.
Hermione entered the common room and found Charlie working on the prefect schedule, and she stopped suddenly when she saw Draco sitting on the couch opposite him. She stuttered and almost couldn't get the words out, "H..h..hello Charlie, Draco, what are you doing here?" She searched her mind for an explanation, he couldn't possibly be here to see me, could he? "Pardon me for interrupting your thoughts Granger, but I am in fact here to see you. I need your help," he said, the small smirk on his face mingled with a blush. Charlie spoke up at this point, "I let him in, he said he needed to talk to you," he kind of grimaced hoping he hadn't made a mistake. What is going on here, and why is Draco here...he has barely spoken to me all summer, she thought to herself. "It's no problem at all, Draco, why don't we talk in my room," she motioned as she walked towards her door. He stood up and followed her. Charlie resumed working and payed no attention to either of them.
After shutting the door she turned around to find Draco examining the pictures on her wall. "So, what exactly do you need my help with?" she asked a bit confused still. He slowly turned around and looked at her, he smirked as he stared at her middle. She looked down and blushed realizing she'd missed a buttoned her shirt crooked. She blushed quickly and turned around to mend the issue. When she turned around he was sitting patiently waiting for her. "Now that's out of the way, Gran...I mean Hermione, I do in fact need your help," he said. "You know, all things considered, I'm not sure I should help you Draco. Ron only saved your life and you really haven't changed at all," she said with a bit of contempt in her voice. "You know more than anyone else I'm not like that Hermione, and even though my father is dead I still have an image to protect," his eyes clouded over. "There are still followers out there that want to see the rise of a new lord, none of us are safe until they're all locked away or dead," he was flustered by that point, and Hermione was embarrassed for having been so mean. I should have known better than to come to her, she'll never understand he thought. "Draco, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude," she blushed as she said this, "How can I help?" He cleared his throat and held his head high, "I...I've been having nightmares." He tried hard to preserve his dignity in telling her this. Hermione was a bit puzzled, everyone has nightmares, why is he coming to me for this. "You're one of the most powerful and intelligent witches I know, and I know I can trust you not to say anything but...they are nightmares about that night," Draco stuttered as he finished his sentence. Hermione understood now, there wasn't anyone else he could talk to. Hermione had been responsible for nursing him back to health while Harry, Ron and the others had continued fighting. She had seen him suffer through painful healing and heard him scream in the middle of the night, and she had been the only one around...