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Draco caught Hermione just before her head hit the ground. Taking her whole weight he picked her up and carried her to the bed, gently placing her on the covers. Standing back Draco tried to figure out what to do…and more importantly what had happened. He couldn't just leave if something happened to her after he left the portraits would no doubt say that he'd had been the last one on the scene. Walking towards the door Draco tried to figure out what had happened. She'd fainted, fallen…it wasn't his fault. Looking back over his shoulder he caught sight of Hermione laying on the bed where he had left her.

He couldn't just leave her there like that, she still had her shoes on and her arm was stuck under her body.

Closing the door Draco made his way back over to the bed. He'd never seen anyone faint before. Did they normally stay out of it for so long?

Gently he untied her shoes and pulled them off, then with some effort positioned her more comfortably and pulled the top cover up over her. Sitting back on the end of the bed he took the time to study the women whom he had made a career of hating. She was really quite pretty. There was something angelic about her as she slept and it made his heart race a little faster. Leaning back on one of the end posts on the bed he settled in to wait for her to wake, all the while enjoying the chance to just look at her.

Sometime later

Hermione woke slowly battling sleepiness to the surface of consciousness. Rolling over she attempted to work out what had happened. She had been reading the letter from Ron and Harry…no…she had been talking to Malfoy. Staring up at the canopy of the bed she tried to figure out how she had got back to her bed. Hermione slowly sat up and froze…

Draco was asleep at the end of her bed. Rolling sideways to the floor she realised gratefully that she was clothed, though she had no shoes on and the floor was cold.

Moving to a large wing chair she sat and looked at him. What was he doing here? Had he got her back to her bed? None of it made any sense. They hated each other, it was a universally recognised truth.

But there he sat, head lolled sideways in what had to be a very uncomfortable position, fast asleep.

There really was no other explanation. He must have got her back to bed and waited for her to wake. If only she could remember what had happened. Clearly there had been a loss of consciousness. The stress of the last few weeks had been immense. She should be helping Ron and Harry track down the Horcruxs', not here at Hogwarts. But this had been what her parents had demanded.

Looking back up at Draco, Hermione was compelled to help him. He looked as if he moved, his neck might snap and she could never live with herself if he hurt himself when she could have helped.

'You should just wake him up and send him away', for some unknown reason she pushed that idea to the back of her mind. There was something infinitely enjoyable about seeing a man in her bed no matter who that man is.

Slowly making her way over to her large Queen sized bed Hermione summoned the courage to touch Draco's chest to see if he'd wake.

"Malfoy," she whispered at the same time giving him a slight touch. He didn't even move a muscle.

With a slightly resigned sigh she tried to figure out how she could get him to lay down. Being that a Queen sized bed is basically a square, she figured that she could just lie him down sideways and put a blanket over him. His shoes were beside the bed and she pushed them underneath so she could get closer to the bed.

Climbing back onto the bed, Hermione put one hand gently on the side of his cheek, again he made no movement. Feeling more at ease she put her other hand on the opposite shoulder and gently forced him to move sideways.

As soon as he tipped too far for Hermione to hold him, she leaned over to attempt to stop

him from hitting his head on the board across the end of the bed.

Suddenly a hand shot around Hermione's waist locking her body in direct contact with

Draco's muscled form. Loosing her balance she fell back onto the bed and was tidily snuggled into the chest and extremities of Draco Malfoy.

Hermione struggled and tried to figure out just how she had gone from putting Draco to bed to being snuggled up against him.

"MALFOY! What are you doing?" Hermione tried to push at the arms that were encircling her but they held fast holding her arms to her side.

"Malfoy…" nothing…

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Mum, it's too early, go away" Draco mumbled in his sleep.

Hermione suppressed a rogue giggle and tried to focus on the horribleness of the situation.

At the same moment Draco rearranged Hermione against his body. Pressing her closer and sinking his face into her hair.

Draco's dreams were clearly taking a turn and Hermione couldn't help but feel the new direction pressed into her lower back.

"Draco" Hermione hissed between clenched teeth.

"mmm" Draco moaned, Hermione froze.

This could go in a very bad direction and the whole situation was so odd. Malfoy hated her…not just a little, really hated her and yet he had got her to bed and was now trying to get close to her. Granted he was asleep and probably was thinking about someone else but still…

She would have to get out, she wanted to be repulsed by her situation but she was thrilled and hot. None of it made sense! She was smart, she could force herself to be sensible.

"Draco, please stop it!" Hermione hissed and was rewarded with Draco expertly flipping her over against his chest.

"You know, this is not exactly what I had in mind" Hermione said muffled against the hard chest that was so recently presses against her back.

"mmm" Draco mumbled in response. "Hermione." For the second time Hermione froze, then, forcing her head back, she looked up into Draco face. Very slowly she spoke.

"I beg your pardon" she said quietly.

Draco leaned down and kissed her gently on her forehead. Clearly wanting more he pulled Hermione further up his body and kissed her heatedly on her lips.

Hermione tried to not kiss back but the kiss was so hot and passionate that she was swept up in the emotion it offered.

But Malfoy tried to kill Dumbledore! She froze as she remembered that all important fact.

"Draco, stop this right now," she knocked her head into his. His eyes snapped open and they both froze, just watching each other. Draco's arms loosened and Hermione rolled backwards up the bed till she sat at the opposite end.

Draco slowly sat up. This was not good. He remembered kissing her and she was so hot and giving he was glad that he had woken up when he had. But now she looked at him with hatred and it burned him more than he could endure.

"What…are…were you doing over here," he asked pushing indignity into his tone.

"I woke up, you were asleep with your head…so I moved you and then…oh don't change the subject." Hermione finished with serious anger in her voice. She couldn't figure out whether she was more upset at him or herself.

"There was a subject?" Draco drawled.

"You are in my room, and I don't remember anything after opening the door and seeing you. Why are you on my bed?" Hermione asked desperately.

"You fainted, or passed out or something Granger. The portraits would have said I was the last one there if you died. I was just making sure you didn't." Draco hopped off the bed.

"And the kiss?" Hermione asked sounding more desperate in her ears than she'd like.

"Fuck Granger. I was clearly thinking of someone else, why would I want to get close to a mudblood!"

Draco grabbed his shoes and headed for the door.

"Night Granger, thanks for not dying, I don't want to have to go to Azkaban, such a waste of time" Draco threw over his shoulder.

"Why, aren't all your friends and family there?" Hermione threw back from the bed. Draco paused and gave Hermione an angry look and then swept out the door.

Hermione looked at the closed door for what seemed like ages. Then she reluctantly changed into her PJ's. Harry and Ron were both in the Hospital and Ginny was already there, or at least the letter had said that she would be. But she wasn't family and there was no Dumbledore at Hogwarts to go into bat for her anymore. She would have to wait to see how they were. What if she could have done something to help? The thought was killing her.

But no matter how much she tried to think about the more serious matters, her mind kept slipping back to that kiss. It wasn't tentative and embarrassing like any other boy she had kissed. Ron was nice but he had a tendency to look at any girl with breasts and she was over it. They had left the relationship determined to be great friends and not allow their little interlude to interrupt it. Ron had gotten of the breakup with some girl and Hermione didn't care, he was still Ron.

But Draco had made her feel feelings that she had all but figured she didn't have. She had never pined for a musician or model like the other girls, she hadn't had time. He had tried to kill Dumbledore…but she knew that he hadn't, that he couldn't. She wanted to kiss him again and she had something to work with, he wasn't thinking of someone else, he had been thinking of her…

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