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9. Too Intimate
Hermione wakes up slowly. She wraps her arm tighter around the girl in front of her until she realizes it's Pansy.
She jerks back, toppling off the bed onto her arse. Words are stuck at the back of her throat as the previous night comes back to her. She had planned to ask what the bloody hell happened and how the hell did they end up in bed together, when she remembered it had only been a massage. Only a massage she thinks. Then why did she wake up with her arm around the girl? It wasn't like they were naked, but still. Something had felt too intimate.
Her voice cracks, "Why?"
"You needed to sleep. I was worried."
Still not looking at Pansy, Hermione continues to stare at the floor. "I just-I just have so much to do. So much riding on me."
"But you need to sleep."
"I'm used to little sleep. I'm an insomniac, anyway."
"Love, it didn't take long for you to pass out."
Hermione drags her head up to look at the Slytherin. Her eyelids start to droop, and she notices the girl looks worried. She really is worried about me. Why does that make me feel better?
"Hermione, you still only slept a few hours. Please, for the time being, climb back into bed, and go to sleep. You can be mad at me tomorrow if you want. Please, Hermione. I can only help you as much as you let me. And I can help you now. And you don't have to tell me anything. But please, come back to bed." Pansy raises the blankets for the girl to climb under.
But when Hermione still doesn't move, she starts to climb out herself.
"Pansy."
"Yes?"
"Wait. Please stay."
"Are you going to sleep?"
"Yes."
"Good."