Okay, so I fully intended to leave this as a one-shot... until 10 minutes ago when I thought of an extra bit to add that's not part of the song-fic if you want to read it. It's not got any real plot, and I won't expand the story any further than this.

EDIT: This chapter was changed only slightly, but you might want to read it again as (I feel) that this version is much better.

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, anything to do with Harry Potter or the song used previously.

I blink once, I blink again. I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands and then proceed to roll out of bed and onto the floor. I pick myself up and then walk straight out of the room, heading down the stairs. I am almost at the portrait hole when he catches up to me, grabbing my wrist and turning me around to face him. I just stare at him blankly.

"Where do you think you're going, Granger?" Draco asked me, looking like he was concerned. Humph, could have fooled me.

"I was just going out... somewhere... I don't know, just away from this room that is obviously messing with my head. This..." I trail off, unable to continue.

"As much as I'm sure our fellow students would love to see this, I don't think I should be allowing you to leave this room in just your T-Shirt and knickers," As he says this, he runs his eyes down my figure and smirks. I blush. Until Malfoy had pointed it out to me I had totally forgotten that I wasn't wearing much; and the fact that he was in the same bed as me while I was dressed like this just makes this situation a whole lot more embarrassing.

"Right. Yes. Well, in that case, I'm going to go and get changed and then I shall be out of your hair," I say, moving past him so that I can head back up the stairs I had run down just shortly before.

I've barely put my foot on the staircase before I hear him calling for me again. Despite my mind telling me not to, I turn around again to face him, and almost stumble back when I realise how close he is. The extra height given to me by the stairs means that I'm now staring straight into his eyes; those deep grey pools of emotion, which catches me off-guard. Normally, his eyes are cut off to me, but now they're so expressive it makes me want to cry. But I don't, because that's not how Hermione Granger acts. She doesn't cry when the boy she's in love with is letting her in; especially when she knows that he doesn't like her back, especially when that boy is Draco Malfoy, especially when it's probably just an act to get her to do something for him.

I almost miss the words he says next because he's whispering so quietly, but I just about hear them. "You didn't come," is what he says. I had expected the words, but the way that he says them like he is a frail child almost makes me think that there is more than just one reason as to why he said them – I knew I had left him to fend off the nightmares himself, but surely that was the only reason for why he's being so nice at the moment... wasn't it?

All I say is, "I know," before I turn to walk up the stairs again. Like all of the other times I've tried to leave, he grabs my wrist.

"Why?" He asks in a broken voice, so quiet that I struggle to hear him. When I look at his face again I see that he looks so heartbroken, like all of the shields he has ever put up have sudden crumbled under the pressure. I don't understand.

I'm not sure what to tell him; I could lie and say that I didn't hear him, or I could tell the truth. The truth could be my downfall, but on the other hand I can't even begin to consider the other option - he looks so fragile and I can't break him any further.

"Because I can't stand you leaving any more," He tries to interrupt, but I put a finger to his lips like a mother shushing her child and carry on speaking, "Every night I go to you when I hear you screaming, but every morning when I wake up to an empty bed... it hurts more than you could ever know."

"But why did you leave me? I needed you, and you just left me there on my own! The things that happen in those nightmares... when you're not there, they make me want to die. You make them easier, like they're not my fault. I'm a monster without you!" I can't help myself then as a single lone tear rolls down my cheek as his voice cracks. He looks like he's about to break down. I hate myself for doing this to him, for making him like this; and what was it all for? Just so that I can stop him from breaking my heart. My selfishness disgusts me – if it were Harry, or Ron, I would be with them no matter what. But, even being disgusted at my own selfishness, I can't help but feel a little proud that I finally got him to talk. The one thing that I've been trying to get him to do, and I succeed through pure selfishness.

"I just... I suppose that I wanted you to feel angry that I left you, because you make me angry when you leave in the mornings and refuse to talk to me."

"You wanted me to feel angry? Well, how about this Hermione – I was fucking distraught when I woke up, on my own, to find that you'd left me!"

"I wanted you to care that I wasn't there! I was tired of you thinking that I was nothing more than something who was there to pick you up when you were down!"

"Of course I care, you stupid bint! If I didn't care then I would have chucked you out of my bed the first night that you were there."

"But why wouldn't you talk to me?" I've softened my voice by now, but he doesn't reply. I carry on talking, "Why did you always leave me to wake up alone? You broke my heart a little bit more every time you did that."

He opens his mouths, pauses for a moment, and then closes it again. I'm about to start talking again when he brushes away a tear so tenderly that it confuses me. He opens his mouth again, and I wait patiently for him to form the words in his mouth.

"I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I'm Draco Malfoy; I'm not supposed to experience these silly little feelings. My father always taught me that they make me weak... I'm scared of being weak."

"Malfoy... Draco, it's okay for you to feel. This war has put us all through a lot, and I think we all deserve to love and be loved after all that. Dumbledore used to talk about how love was the most powerful kind of magic in the world. If anything, it makes you stronger, not weaker. Your father was wrong about so many things, on so many levels, because he didn't understand them. He tried to control what he couldn't understand, and if they couldn't be controlled then they weren't something that you should have. What you're feeling is something that can't be controlled, and it shouldn't have to be. Sure, it is scary, but it's also so amazing and glorious and beautiful, and I'll be there with you every step of the way."

Before I even realise that he's made a grab for me, I'm in his arms and he's kissing me like there's no tomorrow. Fireworks go off in my head and my toes curl on the stone steps of the staircase. Draco Malfoy has let me in, and I don't need to be his broken hearted girl any longer. And it feels amazing.

So, how did you guys like it? I wrote this all in one go, so there might be a few errors but hopefully not too many. If you enjoyed it, feel free to review because I wasn't really sure about adding to this story. Bye for now :)