Note: if you are here because of the update alert, I changed and added a few things to the end of the chapter, but you don't have to read it. That's up to you.
Gosh, I am such a horrible person. I have excuses, but they probably don't make up for the fact that I've kept you guys waiting for over a month. I promise it won't happen again. See, I couldn't find any inspiration after ch21, and then finally when I thought I knew what I would write, Finals began to loom, so I had to start studying. And then they were upon me, so that left absolutely time for anything except staying up until 2 in the morning studying. Yeah, I actually did that 2 nights in a row. I'm still getting over the sleep deprivation. And then when school finally let out a week ago I had chores and spring cleaning my mom wanted me to do, and then I went and visited my aunt Helen and made a new best friend and then I couldn't figure out what to write again.
Sorry, that was a boring ramble.
Up until now that is, because I just spent a great evening with my own not-boyfriend and now I'm inspired. Finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel for this chapter.
It's sad, because I was gonna have this whole Ginny-Hermione conversation, but that was what really got me stuck, so I think I'll just skip to their date on Friday. You don't mind, right?
This was REALLY hard to write, even though I had some fun, so be kind. It actually turned out to be entirely different from what I expected. The whole scene just took on an entirely different personality, but I kind of like it. I made it extra long, so hopefully that makes up for it being so late. And there's lots o' juicyness!
Anyway, wow, so 2 things that I realized just recently that I kind of messed up. The most prominent is that Hedwig died! Oops! I totally blanked on that! Just blame the really bad memory. I get it from my mom. Also, a wonderful reviewer has reminded me that Luna was actually a 6th year, so even though school sucked last year, she still would have come back. Again: oops! Me, an HP trivia wizard, and I forgot Luna was in Ginny's year. Tsk, tsk, Ginger.
However, it is much too late in the game to change any of those things, but I want to admit to my mistakes before anyone humiliatingly calls me out on them, and I apologize.
Actually, after this is all over, there are a lot of things I would like to tweak, I think, especially in the earlier chapters, to make this a better fic, and then I'll just repost all the changed chapters. Savvy?
So, no responses today. I spent the ENTIRE DAY, from about 10 this morning to 6 tonight working on it. I'm very proud of the final result, but I wanted to get it to you ASAP, so don't expect any responses for your ch21 reviews. Sorry! You know I love you all anyway.
Recap of ch21, to refresh your memories: Hermione realizes she wants to be more than just friends-with-benefits with Draco. Ginny tries to get Draco to insult her. He confronts her and they make a tentative peace. Draco asks Hermione on a date Friday night.
Now, onto the chapter!
Chapter 22: An Even Better Night
Hermione sat at a table in the library, similar to the one she had been using earlier that day, unable to work.
And where else would her distraction be coming from but her not-boyfriend, Draco Malfoy?
She kept telling herself she was being silly. Draco liked her, not anyone else…right?
Because she actually didn't know for sure. I mean, she could assume, but Hermione was a person based in fact. It was a fact that she liked Draco a lot. It was a fact that they had shared a lot of themselves with each other. It was a fact that he made her feel better than anyone else did. It was also a fact that she had seen him earlier help her best friend off the floor and then stand there, holding Ginny's hand in what seemed, to Hermione, to be an entirely unnecessary manner.
It was nothing, really, but the seed of doubt had been planted, and she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to. Hermione Granger was jealous.
She hated herself for it, and she hated Draco for making her doubt, and she hated Ginny for letting this happen.
That was a lot of hate.
Taking a few deep breaths, Hermione rubbed her face and tried to let her anger melt away. After many minutes of meditation, she finally decided that it really wasn't anyone's fault, and she shouldn't stay angry with anyone—especially not herself.
And finally the large part of Hermione's brain thriving upon logic piped up again, and she looked at the basic facts.
Draco had been Ginny's partner. They were cursing each other. That couldn't be a very romantic way for a crush to bloom, for either party. (Hermione was not especially convinced by this)
Helping Ginny off the floor was the noble thing to do. He was born and bred a gentleman, after all.
Perhaps neither of them had really noticed they were still holding hands. It's possible, right? (Still, Hermione was unsure)
Ginny had been nothing but supportive of her relationship with Draco. Hermione would have been able to tell easily if there had been any straining or lies in their free speech last night.
Holding hands doesn't mean you suddenly like a person! So he helped her up. He was obviously saying something important, but that doesn't necessarily insinuate he was even thinking of cheating on her.
GINNY'S DATING HARRY! THEY ARE IN LOVE! Hermione wasn't sure how she had overlooked this vitally important piece of information.
You're being ridiculous, Hermione. Honestly, nothing is going on.
Finally, she accepted the truth, that touching hands for a moment didn't mean anything. They didn't start snogging in the middle of the classroom or anything. Eventually, Hermione eradicated the whole idea from her head.
Except maybe a kernel or two, which lay dormant in the dusty corners of her mind, just in case.
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It was strange. Hermione had been acting slightly off all week. It wasn't obvious, but he could sense an unforeseen insecurity that was subtly presenting itself. She would ask more questions about Draco's whereabouts than usual, and she seemed more distant.
Draco had asked more than once if there was anything wrong, but she had just brushed him off. He let it drop for now. After all, maybe she was just stressed. Hermione had already started revising for NEWTS, even though it was...what, January? It was surprisingly endearing.
Finally Friday came around. Draco had been looking forward to their date if only so he could spend some time with her. Well, he did spend time with her, but it was different when they were on a date, and she didn't have somewhere to be, and his own friends weren't nagging him.
Speaking of friends, Pansy had been acting strangely as well. He knew that she and Blaise had hooked up, but it seemed she was unaware of what his motives were. Draco tried convincing Blaise to just talk to her and be clear about where he stood, but his friend was feeling too rejected at the moment to care much for Draco's advice.
Draco let out a long sigh and let his head fall back on the couch with his eyes closed, placing his feet up on the coffee table.
It had been a stressful week. Along with the complications of his social life, schoolwork had been mounting. He had grudgingly had to ask for help more and more of Hermione; help in order to stay on top of it all. She didn't mind, of course—that's just who she was. But Draco didn't like having to ask for help.
Tonight would be a perfect time to let off some steam. Draco couldn't wait to get Hermione to himself for a few hours. As much as he tried to deny it, his body craved hers in a way that at least in general was not unfamiliar. He enjoyed and depended upon that yearning. It kept him grounded in a mind that was not always stable.
Just at that moment the object of his attention walked through the door into their common room. It was late Friday evening. He'd been looking forward to this, but Draco did not move. He was quite comfortable.
"Good evening," her voice floated to him.
"You're late," he teased, smirking. It was only 9:15.
"Sorry, I was studying and—"
"Lost track of time, yes, I know." His eyes peaked open. She was standing in between the couch and coffee table to his right. "You study too much."
"I'm here, aren't I?" He simply nodded. "Besides, I don't think you mind my studying habits when you're confused about some Arithmacy essay." Draco grimaced. He didn't like being reminded of what he saw as his own ineptitude.
There was a short awkward silence. "So, er, were we going to, um..."
Draco's eyes popped open and he stood in one fluid movement, startling Hermione. Grabbing her wrist, he tugged her up the stairs, through his room, and onto their shared balcony. He heard her gasp softly.
Draco had prepared somewhat, probably more than she expected. He had temporarily removed the banister altogether. Instead he had set up a special charm which created an invisible wall on the edge of the balcony.
He watched without trepidation as Hermione walked toward the ledge. She asked over her shoulder, "isn't this dangerous?"
Draco simply walked up next to her, put out a hand out to feel the barrier, and leaned his whole weight against it. Her eyebrows went up. He grinned haughtily.
"Convenient piece of magic, that one"
She just nodded, smiling lightly. Draco was glad she didn't ask where he had learned it.
She seemed especially quiet tonight. Draco wasn't really assured by that but forged ahead anyway. He took off his cloak, transfigured it to be a few inches thicker and laid it out on the ground. As usual, even though there was a light sprinkling of snow on the ground below, the balcony itself was the perfect temperature. The night was cloudless.
Hermione, he noticed, was leaning forward against the invisible wall, her chin propped up to stare at the infinite stars. She looked like a kid in a candy shop, to coin a muggle phrase.
Naturally, Draco came up behind her and placed his arms around her waist. She barely stirred, as if she expected it. Draco heard her laugh quietly. She turned her head to look up at him, but he did not immediately meet her gaze.
"I knew you were going to do that." He smiled at her as she reached up to kiss him on the cheek.
It was strange for Draco. So far they basically had behaved like, for lack of a better term, friends with benefits. She helped him with his homework, they spent evenings chatting, they occasionally met and talked in the hallways, and they snogged a bunch.
But it was different tonight.
This was all new to Draco, being romantic with a girl, rather than just charming or suggestive, but it was the most natural thing in the world at the same time.
They stayed in that position for an unknown amount of time, Hermione leaning into the barrier, Draco leaning into her. At some point she broke the silence with a low laugh. "What's funny?"
"This wall thing—it's like a cross between an aquarium and Star Trek."
Draco quirked an eyebrow down at her. "Aquaira-what? Something about stars?"
She laughed again. "They're muggle things."
"Oh"
By unspoken consent, they moved away from the ledge and sat together on his cloak, leaning against the solid castle wall.
"An Aquarium is a place where people go to see captive sea creatures. Everything is behind glass, though, which this reminds me of. And Star Trek was this TV show I used to love watching. It was all about space travel, and aliens, and star ships. There were invisible force-fields for the prisons; that's why I thought of it. My dad and I always sat and watched reruns at nights while my mom finished washing the dishes."
Draco responded softly. "Sometimes when I was little my mom would take me out into the backyard and we would sit on a cloth and color. No matter what I drew, she always said it was a masterpiece. That's saying something on her part—I've never been especially good at art." They laughed quietly.
Draco and Hermione spent the next few hours sharing pieces of their pasts, from old friends to most embarrassing moments (Hermione's being walking in on her parents having sex, while Draco's was stepping out of his bathroom completely naked after taking a shower when his father was showing some friends around the house) to moments of unexpected magic. It was strange to be talking to her about these things, when he usually kept his childhood so much to himself. Of course, Draco only shared the happy, funny memories. There were plenty of bad ones from his younger days as well, but he tried to avoid them.
Draco also learned a lot about Hermione's young life, how she had always been shunned mostly by her peers in what she called Primary School (A/N: I'm not British, but I think that's the term), how she had tried so hard to hide her sudden magical outbursts from her parents, how she felt like a freak a lot of the time. Draco had never really thought much about what it must be like growing up with magical abilities, but with no way to explain or understand them. It was no wonder she embraced the magical world so fully, learning everything she could about it.
By this time they were lying side by side, parallel to the ledge of the balcony. They didn't look at each other as they spoke, only stared up at the stars, which they had an unobstructed view of for over half the sky.
After one especially vivid story of the first time Hermione had ever heard her parents argue forcibly, Draco felt compelled to tell one of his own sad stories.
"The summer after 4th year was the first time I ever saw my dad in his Death Eater robes." Draco felt Hermione stiffen next to him, but he forged ahead anyway, though slowly. It felt good to tell someone about his past. "I was sitting in my parlor reading a book. It was only a week after school had let out, and I remember the sun had just set. Without any warning at all my dad walked into the room wearing the thick black robes of a Death Eater. I knew the Dark Lord was back by that point, and I was looking forward to joining his ranks." It was hard for Draco to admit this, and he heard his own voice crack slightly at the admission. "But it didn't quite hit home until I saw my dad walk into our parlor and floo away with his shining, expressionless mask on. At that moment he wasn't even my father anymore, and it scared the shit out of me."
A long silence followed. Draco did not expect her to respond at all. For a while he questioned his motives for telling the story in the first place, but it was too late to take it back now.
Suddenly she broke the silence. "If it scared you so much, why did you end up...doing it anyway?" Her voice did not waver, but Draco could hear the uncertainty behind it, as if she were afraid he would get angry with her for prying.
Maybe another time he would have been. But there was something so profoundly peaceful about lying on their balcony together that he didn't really mind.
"I convinced myself later that it wasn't fear, just surprise. I learned to push those feelings aside. It was expected of me, as simple as that. And for the longest time, that's what I wanted anyway. I refused to let myself change my mind...until of course it was much too late."
Hermione turned away from the ledge, putting her head on her bent arm, and stared down at him. What he found in her face was so unexpected he almost gasped aloud. She was looking at him was curiosity, sadness, and...understanding. She did not blame him for his mistakes, as Draco did most of the time. It was refreshing to see what, to Draco, was the forgiveness he could never give himself, on another's face.
Suddenly he felt her warm fingers on his wrist, not grabbing, just tracing the underside of it. She bent her head to look at it, lying uselessly at his side. With a jolt, Draco realized she was studying his Dark Mark. Usually it was hidden beneath his robes, but he had changed into a short sleeve shirt, and it was now open to her view.
Draco made to move it away, but she looked back at him, a silent question in her eyes, and he complied, leaving it there. For many minutes she lay on her side and brushed her fingers along his Mark. Eventually she spoke, so quietly he had to strain to hear her.
"What was it like?"
Draco knew what she was asking, but was loathe to answer, even to put her off her course.
At his silence, she asked again. "What was it like for you, being a Death Eater?" Draco winced at the way she phrased it.
He was torn.
She was being so kind and compassionate, and Draco was tempted beyond belief to reveal those memories he had kept to himself. She was being so accepting...but would she still be once he had begun? By the time he was even halfway through the countless stories of things he had seen, and worse, those he had acted on himself, would she stay so understanding? He could not handle her rejection, because it was bound to happen. Besides, Draco could not and would not burden her with such things.
He turned from Hermione's piecing gaze. "I'd rather not talk about." There was a sting in his voice. He hoped she realized it was not directed at her.
Draco heard her sigh, long and low, as if coming to a realization. Slowly he turned to look at her again. The hand that had been on his forearm came up to rest lightly on his cheek. Leaning down, she left a single comforting kiss on his lips.
As she pulled away, however, Draco's right hand came up to her shoulder, keeping her a few inches from him. He stared deeply into her eyes, trying to ascertain her motives. Draco saw only compassion. His head moved up and she moved down and their lips met once again.
Draco was astonished by this witch. He couldn't even fully describe it to himself, but she was just...
As they kissed, Draco slowly raised himself and switched their positions so he was lying across her. Hermione didn't mind in the slightest. It was comforting in a way, his weight on top of her, his cloak underneath. Her hands came up to his neck, while Draco's were busy supporting himself.
She really did taste delicious, Draco thought to himself, all wetness and bumpy, smooth tongue and full lips. His tongue brushed against hers and he rediscovered her mouth, invading it completely. Hermione felt this and attempted to push herself more fully into him. He responded by lowering his own body farther on hers.
(A/N: blah, blah, you all know what's coming. If you don't want to read it, then don't. There's almost nothing but graphicness for practically the rest of the chapter so, er, sorry? *grins unapologetically*)
Hermione had long ago learned to breathe through her nose when kissing, but even she had her limits, especially with Draco's weight now pressing on her diaphragm. Turning her head, she broke off the kiss, panting. Instead of pausing, however, Draco turned his attention to the now exposed part of her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along it. Hermione sighed in contentment. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot just above her collarbone and she gasped.
Draco continued kissing across her chest until finally reaching the top of her blouse, the top button of which was undone. She brought his head back up and they kissed again, more passionately this time. Neither could ignore the deep-seated desire now heavy in the air.
Draco again kissed his way down her chest, though more quickly this time. When his fingers reached for the second button of her shirt, he looked up and locked eyes with her, asking silently to continue. Hermione just nodded. She had said she would let their next encounter play itself out, hadn't she? And she could no longer deny to herself that she wanted him...badly.
Draco made quick work of her shirt and he pushed it off her front, leaving her torso in naught but a padded white bra. Hermione's breath was becoming increasingly rapid and the chest that he now lowered his lips to was practically heaving. She was sure he could hear her frantic heartbeat, but didn't care. Draco was now nuzzling the tender skin between her breasts.
Slowly Draco's hands slid along her sides and Hermione raised herself slightly to allow him to unhook her bra. There was little subtlety here—he practically threw it off of her. Was it just her or did the balcony heat up about ten degrees?
Draco's mouth came down to kiss around Hermione's right nipple. Did she say ten? She meant twenty.
Finally he placed one last light kiss just next to her already taught nipple and then enclosed it in his mouth. Hermione let out a low moan and Draco drank in the sound. He really loved her breasts. They were smooth and pale, the exact right size, not massive, but neither small enough she had to exaggerate them. They were a perfect fistful.
Draco's hand came up underneath her left breast while he continued to pull the other deeply into his mouth. Again she moaned, arching up into him.
As Draco finally let go of one breast and traveled to the other, Hermione brought her arms down from above her head and wound one in his hair, groaning once again, the other yanking at his shirt with an obvious message. Draco quickly discarded the offending garment and returned to her straining nipple. His teeth bit down ever so lightly and her hands traveled farther, scraping up his back. Well that was an interesting sensation.
Letting go of her breast, Draco made quick but effective work of her stomach, covering the entire thing with butterfly kisses and briefly flicking his tongue into her belly button. Draco growled in impatience when he fumbled with her skirt zipper. Hermione giggled at the sound.
As her skirt was pulled down her legs, Hermione felt herself moisten further, and her hips began a subtle, instinctual rhythm that she had virtually no control over.
Hermione almost felt bad for being so uninvolved. She was sure Draco was straining against his pants, but she hadn't asked him to do this, nor was she complaining. It was his own initiative. She would pay him back later. For now, though…
And he didn't mind. Draco loved what he was doing to her. He could feel the tremors going through her as his lips met the inside of her left knee. He was incredibly hard, and part of his head said to just rip off his clothes and plunge in. But Draco doubted she would appreciate that, and decided, for now, to go slow.
Draco made his way slowly up her inner thigh and Hermione's muscles tightened, then loosened in anticipation. She opened herself wider as he finally reached the junction of her legs.
Hooking a finger under her pink, soaked knickers, Draco pulled them off as well, and Hermione now lay completely bare beneath him. She tried not to think about it.
And he paused, staring for a moment up across her body. She was absolutely stunning in that moment, hair splayed out every which way, chest heaving with desire, hips moving subconsciously. She was practically crying out with her body to be touched. He almost laughed. Who knew Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, could be so...sexy?
Hermione moaned loudly and restrained herself from grabbing his head and forcing him. His breath was blowing tantalizingly across the curls of her sex and it was driving her crazy.
Grinning, Draco let one finger travel down her outer lips. She opened her legs wider, showing the raw pinkness beneath, and he dove.
Hermione was distantly glad they were absolutely and completely alone. She cried out as his lips latched onto her clit. It was deliriously good and she raised her legs to lock around his neck. She threw her arms above her head and felt her body rise to his onslaught. Draco alternated from sucking at her sensitive nub and lapping at the juices that were practically pouring out of her in need.
Fuck, he thought; you taste so good. It was true. She was sweet, but also incredibly spicy and divine. It was spectacular.
Eventually Hermione's movements became somewhat more frantic against his probing tongue, and Draco moved a single finger along her slit. At her groan of consent, he began pushing it into her, while still sucking on the bundle of nerves above.
This was absolutely beyond anything else Hermione thought she could experience with him. It was perfect, and that perfection increased when she opened her eyes and was met with the spectacle of the countless stars, which seemed to thrum along with the energy mounting in her body. Somehow, I don't think it gets much better than this.
Draco's finger was now fully inside her, and moving in rhythm with the increasingly insistent pressing of his tongue to her clit. Hermione could feel herself getting closer, and her groans became more frequent.
Suddenly he added another finger and her muscles tightened in preparation. Hermione's hips bucked wildly and her hand flew to his head pressing him to her. At that moment, Draco bit down ever so softly on her swollen bundle of nerves, and that was all it took.
Exquisitely, Hermione cried out his name. Her vision went white and as she clamped down on his fingers. He glanced up and was met with a sight that caused a sort of clenching in his chest he did not want to analyze.
Her whole torso had lifted off the ground in a beautiful curve. Three times her entire body arched up to the sky, three times she cried out incoherently. Pleasure rolled through her, filling her to the brim, and she rode it out dreamily, every muscle trembling with surprising vigor.
Finally, when the waves had passed, Hermione went limp, panting, attempting to put oxygen back in her lungs. Her head lolled to the side, coming to rest on her upper arm. She was faintly aware of Draco pulling away from her and untangling her now loose legs from his neck.
Draco moved to lie beside her as she regained some of her composure. Resting his head on his hand, he put an arm across her stomach, tracing patterns on her skin. He stared at her in amazement.
Slowly but surely Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times up at him, trying to get a grasp on reality again. She was astonished. It had never been that good for her. But she saw the desire still plainly written on his face and, barely hesitating, rolled onto her side and kissed him.
It was hot and hungry, their tongues tangling, Hermione tasting her own essence. It turned her on more than he knew. The hand that was not supporting her own weight skimmed down his body, tracing his abs, playing with the edge of his trousers. Now it was Draco's turn to break away panting.
Boldly, despite her lack of experience, Hermione ventured further, undoing his pants and slipping her hand beneath his boxers. He groaned as she began kissing his neck.
Hermione's hand closed over Draco's erect member, which was painfully hard and larger than she had expected, though she wasn't frightened. She stroked him slowly, spreading his own essence over him, and Draco lay back, closing his eyes, unable to breathe properly.
Seeing her come had been one of the most erotic visions of his life. Draco didn't know how long he could last.
He grasped her wrist, stilling her hand, before grabbing her waist to hoist her on top of him. Hermione took his meaning quickly, and smirked while she found a comfortable position straddling him. She leaned forward and kissed at his chest, finding a tender nipple and biting down. Draco growled.
He needed her, now, and he knew she knew it. He reached blindly at his side and found his wand, casting the ever-helpful Contraception charm before throwing the piece of wood away. Urgently, Draco's hand ventured to her pussy, which was thankfully slick with desire again. She paused, lifting her head and stifling a moan. "I'm not a virgin, you know."
"I know," he panted, rubbing her clit in circles, attempting to work her into the frenzy in which she'd placed him.
"How did you—oh." Draco wasn't sure if that last was a testament to her desire or a realization of his trick all that time ago. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" Obviously the latter.
"No." Still, his need for her raged, unabated, and he hoped she wouldn't flip on him. His fingers did not cease their assault. "Are you mad?"
She closed her eyes and sat straight atop him. "Yes," she said, batting aside Draco's hand and positioning him at her entrance, "but later."
Hermione sank down on him.
Of all the escapades Draco had had, it most definitely wasn't the longest, but it was still glorious. He grappled with his desire, soothing it and letting her ride him, letting her take control. He cupped her breasts as she rose and fell, pinching and pulling her nipples, feeling her clench in reaction. Hermione didn't mind, sensing her own climax roll ever closer.
When Hermione did come, it was the same as before, only more acute, back arching, lights bursting behind her eyes, loving the feel of Draco inside her, large and stiff. Vaguely, she wondered if it was always this good, and her previous experience had been an anomaly, or if Draco was simply the exception.
Draco followed almost immediately, urged on by the inexplicable sight of Hermione falling apart.
She rolled off him, both gasping and sweating. Hermione attempted to slow her breathing, taking long, soothing breaths that tickled Draco's neck. A while later, lying languorous and sated, Hermione looked up and grinned lazily at him. "Hi."
He smiled back, eyes glazed over. "You are incredible."
(A/N: alright, you can look again)
Hermione blushed deeply. He had never said anything like that to her before. "I could say the same about you." She spoke quietly.
When they paused and just stared at each other, Hermione felt compelled to speak again, but found herself fumbling. "That was...It's never been...You were so...I haven't..."
But Draco silenced her with a triumphant smile. He understood exactly, and was quite flattered as well. He leaned down to kiss her softly.
Draco rolled away from her, grabbing his discarded wand from a few feet away. "I'm still not happy about you tricking me."
Draco began the process of conjuring up a blanket and a long pillow. "It was harmless!"
"You interrogated me while I was recovering from a mild concussion! How is that harmless?"
Draco sighed, trying to position the pillow, but finding Hermione refused to move out of his way. He was too tired for this, and it was ruining the post-coital bliss. "Fine, I'm sorry."
She propped herself up, the pillow sliding beneath her head. "Alright then. I accept your apology."
He lay down comfortably again. "Huh?"
"Well it's not like anything bad came of it, right?" she asked blearily.
"You're a strange girl, Hermione."
"Whatever you say, loverboy." Hermione, yawning and stretching, turned to face the ledge again, and Draco wrapped one arm around her torso, pulling her closer, breathing in that intoxicating raspberry scent that drove him mad.
He kissed Hermione's shoulder once, feeling his consciousness begin to drift. "Goodnight, Draco."
"Goodnight, Hermione."
She was asleep very soon. Eventually, he followed.
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