Okay, this is kinda fluffy, but I just thought it fit, and I was glowing with pleasure as I wrote it. So please, tell me what you think!
Disclaimer for the rest of this story: I don't feel like posting a disclaimer every chapter because we all know this stuff isn't mine, only the plot, so my disclaimer for the rest of this story is I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, OR THE SETTING, JUST THE PLOT. DO NOT BADGER ME FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS BECAUSE I AM A LAZY GIRL!
Special thanks to people who read AND review, you really make my day worth living sometimes!
Hermione tried to go to sleep. She tossed and turned, but all she could do was have a nightmare about Mistoffelees and Macavity. It really frightened her, so she decided to take a walk so she would sleep better.
She got up from her bed and out of the house, careful not to wake up any of the others, or break any alarm spells.
She was walking around the amphitheater, clueless where she was headed to. All of a sudden, a black, sort of smaller figure came out of the shadows. It was Mistoffelees.
"Misto?"
"Hermione?"
"Hermione, what are you doing here so late at night?" Misto asked, surprised to the max.
"Okay, I know I'm sixteen and this sounds really baby-ish, but I had a bad dream," Hermione replied sheepishly. Even if they broke the ice way before, it was still kind of weird telling Misto something that she would normally turn to Harry for.
Misto went closer and gave Hermione a hug. He took her hand silently, and took her to his pipe.
"Misto what are you-- wow," Hermione stopped talking when she went inside of the den. It was warm, surprisingly bigger than she expected, and it was carpeted with a string of lights that flickered on.
"I ususally stay here during the day, but I'll stay with you here if you would like; it has a charm put on it that prevents bad dreams," Misto said softly, still holding Hermione's hand.
Hermione turned to look at Misto, and was surprised to see that they were only inched away.
"Misto, what about Harry-"
"There's a note on your bed right now explaining where you have gone," Misto said, still almost whispering.
Hermione smiled. She conjured a blanket and pillow; Misto did the same.
"You're going to sleep next to me?" Hermione asked when she turned in her little sleeping bag to see that Misto was right next to her.
Misto blushed slightly. "Is that okay?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course it is."
And with that she turned out the lights with her wand and, gently but slowly, kissed Misto right on the cheek.
"Goodnight, Mistoffelees."
Misto was still in shock from the kiss. "Goodnight, Hermione. Sweet dreams."
And thanks to that little assuring kiss on the cheek, - or maybe it was just the charm for preventing bad dreams- Hermione slept perfectly that night.
That is, until morning.
A/N: I think this was just to get my stress out, I've been having a busy week, and 35 more days until school is over. It's just not soon enough:(