Chapter 7- Thunder Storm
"HERMIONE GRANGER!"
"It's 'Malfoy' now, dearest." Hermione said calmly.
She chuckled softly, before sipping from her tea-cup. Today was there first teaching day, and she wanted to make sure they were up early.
Too early for Draco's liking. The blond never really enjoyed the mornings. Mornings meant that his time of slumber had to be cut short, and if there was one thing Draco liked more than anything in the world, it was sleep. If he didn't get enough sleep, he's get cranky and irritating.
There was a silence. Then the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the steps leading to their common room.
"Good-morning, Draco." Hermione greeted nonchalantly, not looking at the furious male in front of her.
"Why in the bloody hell did you wake me up at 5:30 in the bloody morning, have me think I was late for our first bloody class, resulting to me having the coldest, bloodiest shower, when in reality, class doesn't start in, hmm, I don't know, 4 bloody hours!" Draco glared at his wife. "Please, dear, enlighten me." He sneered.
Hermione however looked up at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. He, though furious, was rather comical. His hair was still soaked, and his eyes were red and slightly crazed from being awake far earlier than originally planned. His clothes were creased, as if he was rushing to put them on. He only had one sock loosely encasing his foot , the other was no where to be seen.
Hermione however did feel bad. He carried her to bed, and was ridiculously nice to her since they got here. He deserved rest. But she was just so excited. She was so ready to educate and couldn't hold it in.
"Oh, stop being such a baby, Draco. Look, it's already 6 AM. That's only an hour away from the usual time you wake up." Hermione said cheerily. Draco however did not find this at all a comforting thought. He was silent for a while, his mouth gaping at her indignantly, not knowing what else to say.
"I will be a baby when I damn well want to be." He said, before stomping back up to get himself cleaned. Hermione laughed at this, and continued to sip from her cup. She smiled in content.
She was rather surprised to find herself in their room with Draco sleeping soundly next to her, his arms, as always, were wrapped around her in a protective hug. She enjoyed the fact that she was used to it. Draco did that unconsciously when he's asleep. Otherwise, he would just keep waking up. Hermione remembered the time when it was all still new to her.
She would violently tear herself away from his grasp, limbs flailing around as she screamed assault. Draco however, would just roll his eyes and go back to sleep.
It took her several weeks to get used to the feel of being in his arms. At least, till that night.
Hermione smiled at the sudden memory.
Flashback
Hermione flinched, her knuckles turning white as she held onto the edge of the sink tightly.
"Granger?" A voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. "Granger, do you mind hurrying it up a bit? I'm in desperate need of my face wash." Hermione kept her eyes shut as another crackle of thunder hit.
She bit her tongue to stifle the yelp that threatened to spill from her lips.
"Granger? Granger!" She didn't reply. Another crack of thunder hit, causing Hermione to jump, running straight for the door, flinging it open.
"Granger, what are you-" Hermione didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, all but throwing herself to him, arms wrapping around his torso as she buried her head in his chest. Draco was shocked to say the least.
CRACK!
Hermione whimpered, her body shaking with fear. Draco's expression softened, as he awkwardly placed his hand around her. He slackened a bit as she relaxed, his head leaning forward to whisper comforting words into her hair.
'I didn't know Granger was afraid of thunderstorms.' He mused to himself. He stroked her hair slowly, waiting for her to calm down.
"I'm sorry, Draco." She said sheepishly. Draco nodded, and without a second thought, hooked his arm under her knees, and gently picked her up, keeping her head close to his chest, as if protecting her from the thunder and lightning just outside their window. Hermione made no sound of protest. She just held on tightly to Draco's shirt, her eyes clamped shut.
Draco laid her down on the bed, tucking her in, before turning around to leave. That is, until a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped suddenly, slowly turning around, to find chocolate orbs staring back at him.
"Please, Draco." She asked meekly. "Please just stay with me."
Draco looked at her for a moment. Never had he seen her so vulnerable. He paused for a moment before moving to the other side of the bed, carefully slipping in beside her. She shifted closer to him, burying her head to his chest. He couldn't help the soft smile that made it's way to his chest.
He hesitated for a moment, before putting his arm around her waist. After several moments of silence, he relaxed.
Hermione slept peacefully that night, her first night of peace during a storm.
End of Flashback
Hermione looked at her cup sadly. Her parents died during a thunderstorm. It was raining, and they went for a drive. Draco was the only one who knew of her fears.
She traced the rim of her cup in a daze.
"Granger?" Hermione snapped out of her daze and stood up, walking over to the bottom of the staircase.
"What now?" She asked. There was a pause.
"… Can you come up here? I don't know where my other sock is."
(Insert Break-line here)
Hermione strode alongside Draco on their way to their first class. They were teaching fourth year students, and, from what Hermione remembered, their first class was with Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Brilliant.
The walk to their class was quiet. Neither spoke a word. Hermione's brow furrowed in worry.
"What if they don't like me." She asked feebly. Draco looked at her, and noticed how insecure she looked. Hermione was never insecure, unless something absolutely affected her. Draco grabbed her wrist, stopping her from walking any further.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" He asked, his face serious. Hermione rolled her eyes and extracted herself from his hold.
"I'm just nervous. You know, a good husband would say something along the lines of: 'Of course they'd love you, cupcake. You're just so bloody brilliant, who in merlin's name wouldn't love you.' Or something like that." Hermione joked. Draco nodded in mock-thought.
"Yes, I could say that, but that would be extremely uncharacteristic of me that you'd probably slap me silly." He paused. "Or punch me… I believe you punching me would be more likely than the former." Hermione chuckled.
"Probably." She conceded, before resuming her walk to their class. Draco followed.
"You never told me why you were so upset yesterday." Draco commented flippantly. Hermione looked at him with a smirk.
"Still concerned I see?" She teased. Draco scoffed.
"Hardly." He said. Hermione straightened her face and kept looking forward.
"It was nothing." She began. "Just seeing them again, I guess." She added quietly after. Draco didn't reply. Instead, he looked at her. He observed how tense her jaw was, and how here eyes were blank.
Hermione raised a hand to scratch her upper lip.
"You're going to cry." Draco stated. Hermione glared at him. "No I'm not." She argued. Draco shook his head, as if exasperated.
"You scratched your upper lip. You usually do that to stop yourself from crying. It never works though." He commented. She looked at him for a while, before looking forward once more. These were normal for them. Their conversations would just go around and around until there was nothing left to be said.
"We're here." He announced. Hermione stiffened, as they stood facing an old oak door. Hermione sucked in a deep breath.
"Ready, Draco?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, dear."
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