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I stayed in his arms for a few more minutes before he had to leave to do his schoolwork. The rest of my day was spent reading in front of the fire and thinking about escaping. It seemed impossible, but if Draco cared as much as he said he did maybe he would help me. Of course he would be tortured and I didn't want that to happen, because, as weird as I felt about it, I cared about him a little. Okay, more than a little.

We didn't eat our regular dinner, instead choosing to munch on leftover soup. Apparently when the house elves made me soup they made giant pots of it, and I only ate a bowl of it, so there was plenty leftover.

After a rushed dinner he left for wherever it was that he practiced for school and I stretched out in front of the fire to wait for him.

"Hey Herm- Granger! What name did you scream during your nightmare?" He yelled from somewhere upstairs.

I sighed. He had asked me this three times over dinner. Three!

"I'm still not answering you!" I shouted back.

"I know what you said!" He answered.

"Then stop asking!" I rolled onto my back and sat up.

This type of arguing sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure what it sounded like yet.

"What did you start to call me when you started this... again!" I called.

"Herm," he answered, from right behind me.

I spun around, startled.

"Tell me when you sneak up on me," I hissed.

"I'm sneaking up on you... you know, that kind of defeats the purpose doesn't it?" Draco drawled.

I realized what this sounded like then, flirting. Oh god, I was flirting with Draco Malfoy.

"It's eleven. I figured you would be in bed by now," he said.

"I was wait-, nevermind," I realized how bad that would sound, but I didn't stop on time.

"You were doing what?" He grinned, knowing full well what I was going to say.

"Stop that!"

"What... smiling? Why?"

"It's unnerving," I said.

He rolled his eyes and beckoned for me to follow him upstairs.

I curled into my corner and he climbed into bed, just as a clap of thunder signalled the start of another storm. Draco glanced down at me and opened his mouth then shut it just as quickly.

"Goodnight," I said.

"Night."

"No, no! I won't do it! Please, please... NO! Don't touch her!"

My eyes snapped open adjusting to the darkness of the room. A bolt of lightning illuminated it but only for a moment, to fast to make out anything. After several seconds I realized I hadn't been woken up by my nightmares. I hadn't even had nightmares. But then what had woken me up?

"NO! Hurt me instead, just don't kill her!" Draco screamed.

Scared for him, I climbed to my feet and stood next to the bed.

"Hermione, you can't die, you can't," he sobbed, still asleep.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!" I called putting my right knee on the bed and leaning over him.

He continued crying.

"Draco! It's okay, it's a nightmare, just a nightmare! Wake up," I reached out and brushed his platinum blonde hair away from his eyes. "Draco."

"Hermione," he drew in a sharp breath, surfacing from the dream. "You're alright, oh god!"

Unexpectedly, he pulled me against his chest. I lost my already precarious balance and tumbled the rest of the way into his bed. The whole weight of my body was pressed against his chest, considering the circumstances it wasn't very much.

"Draco, are-"

"Shh," he interrupted. "Can you just breath... a little deeper... please?"

My eyes narrowed curiously at his strange request but I did it, figuring it wasn't going to hurt me in any way. Of course I had forgotten that breathing deeply hurt due to the bruises, but I continued anyway. It reminded me of when I had gone to the doctor as a child and they had put the stethoscope on my back and told me to breath so they could check my lungs.

One of his arms kept me against him and his other hand felt along my neck.

He wanted to know I was alive I realized. I took his hand and moved it to the spot on my neck I knew he would find a pulse, just below my right jaw.

I was aware that I was very much on top of Draco Malfoy while he was laying in his bed and hugging me. After another minute or so he let me go and I sat up. I was sitting at his right side and he was laying on his back, trembling.

"Do you want to, I don't know, talk about it?" I asked gently.

His only response was a sniffle. Another lightning flash illuminated the room and I could only just make out tears running down his cheeks. He propped himself up on his arm so he was facing me. I reached my hand out but abruptly pulled it back. My feelings for him, had grown stronger than my fear so I reached out again and wiped the tears off with my fingers.

He kept shaking and I brushed his hair out of his eyes again.

"He killed you," Draco whispered suddenly, his voice hoarse with tears. "He killed you. My father. And he made me watch but there was nothing... nothing I could do to stop him. I begged him... to kill me instead but... but he wouldn't."

The true depth of his feelings for me hit me like a boulder. I was a hundred percent sure now that this was the truth, because nightmares like that were extremely hard to fake.

"Did I wake you up? Or did you have your own?" He asked, after several minutes of silence had passed.

He seemed to have stopped crying and had calmed down considerably.

"You woke me up," I responded, with the faintest hint of a smile. "I stop having nightmares and now you start."

There was more thunder and lightning from outside, and I caught a glimpse of a smile ghosting over his lips. He knew I was joking.

An awkward moment where we just stared at each other passed. I shook my head as if clearing my mind and rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up, ready to return to my corner. An involuntary shudder ran through me, and I realized just how cold I was on the floor. Nothing got past Draco. He grabbed my hand.

"You're freezing," he stated.

"I'm fine," I insisted.

"No you're not, your hand is like ice."

I shrugged, unsure of what he was going for here.

"Come here," he ordered.

"What?"

He climbed out of bed and used his wand to coat it in various blankets, all Slytherin colors and pulled them back.

"Get it in the bed."

"No," I shook my head, even though it looked so warm and inviting.

"Granger-"

"Oh cut the crap. We both know that at some point we started using each others first names. It's too much work to remember to use last names," I sighed.

"Hermione, so help me I will tie you to that bed."

I inhaled sharply and took a step back.

He sighed, "That is not what I meant. Please, we both know you want to get into my bed," he considered his words for a moment. "That came out wrong too. You know what I mean."

I crossed my arms defiantly, but was laughing inside at how that had sounded.

"Hermione," he was not going to give up.

"Fine, but don't you dare touch me!" I snapped and crawled into the huge bed.

I could almost hear Draco rolling his eyes at me as he lay down and pulled the covers over both of us.

"Better?" He asked.

I sighed, absorbing all the warmth I could, but still finding it not enough somehow.

"You're still cold aren't you?" He pressed.

"A little."

I was facing away from him when something pressed against my back. I flinched away.

"It's just my back. Stay calm."

Draco radiated heat like a furnace, it was actually a little scary. None the less I was warmer than I had ever been at night here.

As I fell asleep, my back pressed against the back of my former enemy, the last thing I was aware of was the smell of his pillow. It smelled like two things. The final scent from love potion I had smelled during sixth year in potions class, and hadn't said because I didn't know what it was... and Draco's hair.

I hope you liked it. Little mini kinda but not really spoiler, the Malfoy Manor isn't going to be the setting for much longer. Yay or maybe not?

Parade season for Marching Band has started and so has memorizing music. Updates might take a little longer because of that but I'm going to do my best to stay with the current pace. I couldn't help but incorporate a little band humor into this chapter. To be perfectly honest, I have a really dirty mind, especially for a girl. Marching Band can change a person.

On a total tangent, my phone went through the washing machine Sunday night so I am hoping for a smartphone now since the contract is up which means really frequent updates.

Long Author's Notes today guys. Sorry! Have a great day/night/life.