The nightmares didn't happen that night. No screaming in the background. No dark faces shrouded by the Dark Lord. No red eyes, nothing of that nature. Instead the only thing that filled his mind was the scent of vanilla, and Hermione. The only face that floated in Draco's dream was indeed, that of the girl wrapped around him. She was smiling before him, smiling and saying something. He couldn't quite make out what it was, all he saw was her pink lips moving, wrapping around words lovingly. In the background a cry pierced through, not a terrified one, but that of a child. Demanding attention.

Draco awoke with a start. His chest wasn't heaving, nor did a cold sweat run down his back. No, Draco had awoken because of the small hand that slapped his chest in her sleep. The girl clearly wasn't accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as other people.

Sitting up Draco looked over at the sleeping girl beside him. Moonlight had been replaced by sunlight, though it was weak, he could still make out her parted lips as she slept. A bare shoulder sticking out of the sheet that covered the two of them. Draco guessed it was around six in the morning.

Trailing his fingers across her shoulder lightly not able to help the smile that tugged on his lips as she whimpered. He swallowed hard though, looking down at the girl before him. She'd thought that he was Ron, despite how ludicrous that had seemed, perhaps she had simply wanted him to be the stupid Weasel. Or maybe it had been his eyes, perhaps they'd thrown her off. He didn't know for certain. What Draco did know was that she would most likely have a panic attack if she woke up next to him.

Planting a kiss on her cheek, lighter than he'd ever kissed her before, the young man sighed swiftly getting out of her bed. He didn't want this memory ruined. It had been one of the best nights of his life, hopefully one of the best nights of her's too, if she really didn't want to know his identity he would keep it that. Quietly, Draco picked up his clothes, musing at how he'd never been the one to scurry out of a room like this.

Grabbing his mask last, Draco looked back at Hermione one last time, as he secured it on his face. His now silver eyes, the magic had long worn off, trailed over the girl that lay before him. He regretted having to leave her, especially when she opened her sleepy brown eyes searching her bed for him. Her eyes found him at the foot of her bed, though they were hazy, she rubbed them adorably.

"Are you leaving?" She all but pouted sitting up, the sheets pooling around her waist. Draco's eyes feasted on her again, with difficulty he looked away swallowing hard.

"Yes, I have to get back to my own room." His voice sounded hoarse even to himself. Hermione did pout this time, dropping the hand that had been rubbing her eye. "I've got roommates," Draco lied easily, he'd been given his own room, same as Harry had after being named a Deputy head. ", they'll notice if I'm not there."

"When will I see you again?" Hermione tried to look in his eyes, though Draco turned away before she could. Grabbing the sheets, Hermione wrapped them around her slim body getting up on her knees atop the luxurious bed. "Who are you?" She was close to him, hanging on to one of the posts, the other hand clutching at the sheet wrapped around you. The way she looked up at him, her big eyes slowly growing more intelligent, more aware. Draco closed his own eyes for a moment, a tight smile on his face.

"Someone who thinks the world of you Miss Granger." Cupping her face in both of his hands, Draco kissed her, softly. Before she could choose to pull away. When she began to respond Draco pulled away, knowing that he reaction would only cause him to stay longer. He had to leave, before she finally realized who he was. Exiting her room, thankful that none of the Gryffindor's were around, Draco swore to himself. He had to find his jacket on the way back to his room as well. He had a brief memory of Hermione pushing him up against a broom cupboard, biting him rather hard, while she pushed his jacket down his arms. She'd been feisty the night before.

Touching the side of his neck, Draco winced. Yes, there would definitely be a bruise. Making his way down to the dungeon's Draco smirked darkly seeing his jacket in a crumpled heap right before the broom cupboard he would remember fondly for the rest of his life. Picking it up, his smirk turned into a smile. Nothing else from that night mattered anymore.

Theo's curly hair was assaulted by a small hand, over and over again. Running her fingers through it, from the stretched hand, Theo's gaze followed a slim, pale arm, to the blonde woman humming in his bed. A tune he knew nothing about. He liked it all the same though, Luna only hummed it when she was happy. He'd noticed that as of late, she'd hummed it more frequently.

The two of them didn't speak, though their eyes said more than any words between them ever could. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling the woman to him placing kisses along her neck, shoulder, chest, any where his mouth could reach making her giggle softly.

"Why do you love me so?" Theo asked looking up to the big blue eyes that he adored. They were miles apart, but had never been closer.

"That's just the question isn't it? Who's to say I haven't always loved you. I know I've always noticed you, ever since we saw that same Threstal. Others thought I was crazy. You saw it too though, I've noticed you since then." Theo mused for a moment, recalling the memory. He'd been in fourth year. Luna third. She'd indeed pointed the horse out, Theo had been able to see it. Of course he didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say anything. I hated the way they teased you." His arms tightened as he thought about it. Luna didn't mind the sharp hold though, she quite enjoyed it.

"They would have teased me anyway. Don't worry. If not one thing, it would have been another, I'm quite sure." Theo laughed at her, she always had a way to make him feel better. He kissed her forehead. Theo knew he was a lucky man. He also knew he'd make Luna a happy woman, given the chance.

"Would you like to go get some breakfast my dear?" Theo asked looking at her, his dark eyes never staying from her face. Sure he loved looking at her body, Luna loved when he did, she became alive under his hot gaze, but he wanted to feed her before he put her through another run. The grin that started on Luna's face went from innocence to evil.

"No, thank you though. I find myself hungry, but not for food." Pale, slightly thin, lips pressed a hot kiss to Theo's collarbone, teeth sinking into it moment's later causing him to gasp. She was having none of his waiting.

"Have it your way my dear." Neither of them noticed the loud sound of Draco opening and closing his door. Though neither of them would notice anything for the next three hours but each other, until Blaise came to Theo's door pounding away on it. Even that could be ignored with the right spell though. Luna always seemed to know the right spell.