A/N: Finally! An update! Thank you one and all!
Chapter Eight: Saved
"Hermione?"
She felt consciousness welcome her and a cough escaped her lips, water flowed out. "M-Malfoy?" She asked unsurely. She was made to sit up gently and her head was pressed against a warm, dry chest. "W-what—"
Draco hushed her and shook his head. "What were you thinking?"
She tried to giggle but to no avail, she can only let out a snort. "I thought the giant octopus was sleeping." She murmured like a little child and Draco grinned.
"You thought so?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're a crazy little witch, aren't you?"
Hermione was the one to raise an eyebrow now. "Why are you here anyway?" She asked when she noticed that they were the only ones outside.
"I came out for a much needed walk." He put her head down gently on the ground and stood up. "Well, Granger, I do hope you don't go and jump inside the lake again without anybody to help you… because I might not be here when you need it." He turned his back on her, leaving her in a trance, watching him walk away.
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"Did I just dream of it?" She bit her lip in thought as she wrote furiously in her diary. "Why did I see the concern in his eyes when I saw him? I'm so confused… I've been trying to get over him but all I get is more of him."
She gave out a frustrated sigh and rolled on her bed. "What is happening to me?"
She heard the door to Draco's room open and she silently wished that he would go to her room, fling the door open, go to her and shag her senseless but alas, it was a shame that it would never happen.
She heard the door to the common room close with a soft thud. He was gone.
She sighed and ruffled her hair in frustration. She cursed under her breath and banged her head on the soft, cushioned pillow. She tightly closed her eyes and sighed. 'I wonder where he's going…'
She gave out a lazy yawn and pursed her lips. 'He's probably off somewhere, torturing some first year students…' With a giggle and a last sigh, she drifted off to sleep.
She twisted and turned on the bed, her hair spread out underneath her like a still waterfall. She groaned and groggily opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and yawned. She had fallen asleep.
She sat up and stretched, her muscles unclenching and bones crackled in relief. She looked at her surroundings and gasped.
She wasn't in her bedroom.
She looked around and spotted a lone green chair. Words were engraved at the upper part of the back front and she squinted to read it. It was a blur. She shook her head and sighed in defeat, her interest waned.
She slid to the very end of the bed, the covers going with her. She stood up and walked around the room, basking in the mood of the cold, dreary room. She felt an aura that was similar to a certain Slytherin she knew. His anger, his passion, his hatred…
Love wasn't there.
She frowned and stopped in front of a door, beaded with emeralds that took hold of an image of a dragon. She almost thought that this was the room of the infamous Draco Malfoy but… it was different from their room in the Head Common Room.
Warmth started to spread through her backside, sending shivers down her cold form. She just noticed how cold she was and how she shivered at the heat that passed through her body. She took a step back from the elegantly-made door and froze.
A hard, warm body was pressed against her. She tightly closed her eyes and murmured under her breath, "don't hurt me."
The person from her back uttered her name, "Granger." The voice was dull and void of emotion. She remembered his voice… it was what made her shiver at night as she listened from her room to his. How his voice sent her spiraling to a high she never thought she could reach.
"I—"
He took her in his arms and held her close. She softly mumbled through the sobs that threatened to spill out. "Malfoy…"
She sat up from her bed, sweat dripping down her body. Her eyes wide and red as tears fell down her cheeks. She glanced around the room and noticed she was in her own room.
"I fell asleep," she murmured and mechanically drew her hand to her eyes, wiping away her tears. She choked out a shaking gasp as she heard a knock on her door.
"Granger!"
It was him.
He was there, knocking on her door, looking for her. This must be some omen, Hermione thought wryly. The love that will never happen.
"Granger!" He called out again, annoyed. "Are you there? Bloody hell, answer me! I've been standing here for Merlin knows how much time I've wasted!"
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She dryly retorted back.
"Professor Dumblecoot is looking for you," he sniggered from the other side of the door. "Merlin knows what he wants from you."
Then she heard footsteps, starting to fade away to the next room. His door opened and was quickly closed with a loud thud. She sighed and ran her fingers through her thick mane. She stood up and tied her hair in a loose ponytail. She put her robe and walked out from her room.
"What does Professor Dumbledore want in this time of night?" She mused and walked out from the Head Common Room, thoughts plaguing her head.
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End Note: Sorry for the late update, again. I know I've promised a lot of stuff but I just can't help being busy from school work and other story ideas. I've lost my inspiration to continue this but I will not give up! I love you guys too much so please, reciprocate my feelings and review.