[Draco]
'What am I doing?' He thought. Draco hadn't been asleep at all and Hermione had long dozed off, in his arms. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, it was wrong but, as he looked down at her peaceful face, he felt happy. Happy knowing she was at peace.

'What's wrong with me? I feel like such a schizophrenic.' He thought once again. 'One minute I'm ignoring her, the next I was all over her, kissing her and pouring out my heart. God, this is so effed up.' Draco lay there thinking to himself when Hermione began to move around restlessly. Draco let go of her in case she wanted to turn away or she began thrashing about.

Her face started to crease up and tears flowed from her closed eyes. In a flash she brought her legs up to her chest curling in to a ball, grabbing her head in the process as if she was protecting herself from something.

'Should I wake her' Draco thought but Hermione loosened her grip on her head and uncurled a bit. Draco shook her gently but her eyes didn't open.

He dried her cheeks carefully and leant back against the pillows and watched Hermione sleep for a while. She didn't do anything else except turn and lie on his chest again. 'Am I really that comfy?' Draco thought poking his stomach. He sat there staring absently minded at the wall stroking Hermione's hair slowly. He felt so tired yet drowsiness never came. Draco tried counting sheep, he tried singing in his head but neither worked. He leaned his head against the head board in slight annoyance when he felt Hermione tense up again.

"No...No please. Not them, kill me. Don't kill my mum and dad," She muttered. She was having the nightmare that would haunt her for many more sleeps. "No please, not Harry,"

'She dreams about Harry? Stupid Potter.' Draco thought bitterly. 'Wait, why do I care about who she dreams of?' Draco shook himself.

"No!" Hermione said a little louder and Draco jumped. "Please! Don't take him from me! I need him..." 'God that Potter'.

"I need Draco!"

"What the hell!" Draco jumped, sitting up straight. Hermione was shaken and woke too.

"Huh? What's happening?" She asked drowsily. He looked at her eyes shine in the moonlight and watched the shadows dance across them.

"Um nothing. I thought I heard something..." Draco muttered, lying back down. Hermione muttered something I didn't hear and fell back facing away from me. Within a few minutes, she was breathing heavily again.

'What the heck was that about? She needs me? Why? I wasn't anything special to her. Oh shut up Draco.' He thought having a little mini-argument in his head. 'I don't mean anything to her and she she doesn't mean anything to me!' He thought settling it.

'...Nothing? Then why are you here? In her bed?' The voice in his head spoke again. 'The girl had just lost her parents, I'm not that heartless.' He thought.

'You took care of her' The voice retorted. 'Like I said, she had lost her parents and...she needed someone and I was as good as she had.' He told the voice hoping that was the end of it.

'You kissed her.'

He kissed her. '...I needed someone. She was the best I had.'

Draco sighed. "Who am I kidding," He muttered. Draco had to admit, he didn't think he felt anything for Hermione. True that he wanted to be friends but...more? He had looked after her and made sure she was okay, he was only sharing a bed with her for these reasons. Friends share beds...That kiss was an 'in the moment' thing.

Hermione turned back over after a while, draping her arm over Draco's stomach and was soon snuggled right up to him.

How did she do it? She made Draco feel...strange. Feelings he never knew he had. He looked down at her and stroked her hair again.

"Pfft girls, I'll never understand them' He muttered softly.

Draco noticed the shadow on his arm in the darkness and drew his arm away from her. 'Friends tell each other when things are wrong! Hermione's voice echoed in his mind. One day, maybe, he could tell her, Draco thought reaching for his want and re-casting the charm on it.

He leaned back again still not able to fall asleep. Maybe reading would help. Draco cast accio on the book on his bedside table and it floated under the crack of the door and in to his hand. 'Lumos' He thought and the want illuminated. Draco glanced at Hermione who was still sound asleep, holding his as if he were a teddy bear.

Draco began to read and true to his thoughts, he fell asleep within the hour.

****

"Draco?" There was a distant voice calling out to him. 'Ah leave me alone' Draco thought, wanting to sleep. "Draco?" the voice continued to bother him and was now poking his arm gently.

"Leave me alone." Draco muttered.

"Pardon?" They replied. "Um, is this yours?" The voice would not leave him alone. 'Ugh, what's a guy gotta do to get some sleep?' He opened his eyes to see Hermione sat on the bed facing him.

"Wassamadder?" Draco muttered rubbing his eyes.

"Is this yours?" She asked holding his book in her hands. "Sorry, I rolled over it..."

"Yeah it is," Draco leaning up on his elbows, satisfied that the mark was still covered up. He noticed how interested Hermione seemed to be in the book but she put it down and got out of bed.

"We should get ready, I'm going for a shower." She walked off to the bathroom.

"Hey!" Draco called to her before she went out of the door. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked remembering the previous nights events.

"Well, we'll see how it goes," she shrugged. We'll see how it is? What kind of answer was that? Draco sighed and walked out to get dressed.

[Hermione]

One step at a time. I walked to the bathroom and closed the door. That was easy enough. I turned on the shower. Also easy. I took off my clothes. Not too bad either. The main problem was when I got in the shower and had finished washing myself. I didn't want to get out yet as the shower was nice and warm. Blurry thoughts wandered in to my mind as the hot steam made me drowsy. The necklace around my neck was freezing my chest and got colder and colder the more I tried to figure out what the images were. I sunk to the floor and clutched the chain, scraping my nails against my skin, making it sting.

I gasped as my head exploded with dark images as clear as crystal. The house was ablaze and I could hear screaming. I clutched my necklace tight as my head burst with pain. I could hear screaming in the distance as the images flickered and flashed between people burning and a tall man standing in the light of the fire. There were also flashes of the same man cursing a young couple in a house that looked familiar. The screaming got louder and I sunk my fingers deeper in to my skin.

"HERMIONE!" Someone yelled and burst through the locked door. It was then that I realised I was the one screaming.

[Draco]

Draco was just putting on his shirt when an ear splitting scream came from the bathroom. He ran to the door but it was locked. "Hermione?" He yelled over her screams but she couldn't hear him. Draco grabbed his wand and blasted the door open, running through it. "HERMIONE!" He yelled.

She was curled up in the corner of the shower holding something to her chest. He grabbed a towel and turned off the shower, running in and wrapping her up.

"What happened?" Draco asked taking her face in his hands. She was shaking and she still clutched something in her hand. He looked down at it, taking care not to let his eyes wander (It was just improper at this time...). Draco took her hand only to find blood was covering her fingers. She had cut her skin with her nails. It was quite odd, she didn't have sharp nails nor was she physically strong enough. Draco helped her up and sat her on the side of the bath. "Hermione, talk to me," He said, fetching a box of plasters from the cabinet.

"I was...I was taking everything slow. Doing things one step at a time then when I had nothing left to do, I started seeing these images in my head. They were blurry at first but then they became clear and..." She couldn't go on. Hermione broke down again.

"Come on," He said softly. "You can be strong." Draco made Hermione hold the towel so it covered her chest but so he could clean up the blood around the cut. It was moderately deep and was only bleeding a little now.

"What's happening to me? I know I should have some reaction to my parent's death but I didn't think it would be like this," She spoke, her voice getting more together as she went on. Draco kept quiet and just carried on wiping the blood. He took the necklace out of her hand and wiped the blood off that too. He was about to let it drop when he recognised the black stone that was hanging from her chain. Draco sighed. He had seen it before but he couldn't remember where...

"Are you alright now?" He asked ignoring her question. Hermione nodded and stood up, wrapping the towel tight around her. He stood there eyeing her incase she did something crazy like faint or have a fit or something but she just took another towel and walked out. 'This was going too far. He was taking it too far. She would go crazy at this rate' Draco thought.

Draco leaned against the edge of the bath, wracking his brains trying to think where he had seen it before. But then the image of the girl floating limp in the dark, red tank. Her body skinny and lifeless. There was the exact stone floating in the red liquid from her neck. Draco's eyes widened.

He walked over to her door which was open a crack and she walked past dressed. He opened it and leaned against the door frame, doing up the buttons of his shirt. "Hermione, where did you get that necklace from?"

"I've had it for as long as I can remember," She said running the brush through her hair.

"Those images, what were they?" He asked slowly.

She put down her brush and sat at the foot of her bed. "It was really confusing." She closed her eyes slowly. "The house of fire. A tall man standing in front of it, also the same man cursing this young couple. That one really confuses me, I understand that the other two are just my mind creating the scene when they...but him cursing the young couple? I didn't see their faces so I don't think I know them..." She said slowly. "I don't know but I think...seeing as Voldemort ...did it, maybe the man was him."

Draco stood there staring at her. He saw the black stone through her shirt faintly.

"It's like I said, you are strong Hermione. You have a brilliant mind so maybe the only time it's at rest is when it's most vulnerable to...these images." She looked at him slightly confused. "This morning you were yelling in your sleep.

Hermione lowered her eyes. "It only seems fit I guess. They're the only family I have. Had." She looked down at her watch. "Let's go."