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This time she hadn't passed out. Draco could tell by her steady breathing that she was asleep. He knew he couldn't get into her room without the password, so there was only one other bed for her to sleep in. Draco carefully picked Hermione up, making sure he didn't wake her. She was so light, like a feather. She put her head on his shoulder and her arms around his neck. The scent from her hair was amazing. It didn't have a certain smell, but to Draco it smelled like pure magic. All the times he had called her that foul named that meant dirty blood. He mentally punched himself for being so wrong.
Draco went up the stairs to his room and whispered his password towards his door. His room was completely decorated in green, silver, and black. Draco carefully laid Hermione on his black silk sheets. He took off her shoes and pulled up the green comforter. Hermione Granger was in his bed, Draco could not believe it. Flashbacks of his dream from the night before clouded his mind. Ever since the day Draco walked into their adjoining bathroom to find Hermione had forgotten to the lock the door, he had dreamt of her every night. She was just standing there in that evil, plush, white towel. It was evil because it was the only thing blocking Draco from seeing her completely. Hermione's skin had been covered in small water droplets. She was brushing her soaking wet hair that was longer than in it's normal curly state. Draco could not escape this image for two weeks now. It ran through his mind all day and night. The stupid towel hid her away from him just as the stupid uniform always did.
Hermione rolled over, finally distracting Draco from his thoughts. She only said one word,
"Draco."
He couldn't believe it. Just as Hermione had never heard him call her by her first name, he had never heard her call him Draco. He wanted to wake her up, he wanted to tell her everything he had been feeling. She was still with the Weasel though. Or so Draco thought because Hermione never did explain the tears. She looked so peaceful, so Draco went over to his small black, leather couch and fell asleep smiling.
I know things are moving a bit slow, but they will pick up soon!
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