Hermione Granger:

All I see is darkness.

Complete darkness corroded my mind. I felt if I had lost complete control of my body, as if someone or something had taken over my very movements. Breathing no longer seemed inevitable. Am I dead? Is this what death is supposed to be feel like? It felt wrong to be content with being deing. Peaceful… dark... soundless.

Granger

A voice called out to me. . A gleam of light broke through the darkness, trying to reach towards it, I slowly feel in control of myself again. Feeling a pressure on my lips, I wake up .

An image comes to my eyes, of Draco with his face close to mine.

"Hi" I say, out of breathe, my voice cracked.

"Hello" he tells me. His wet eyes stop processing tears and his face becomes innocent for moment, and he smiles. I put my hand up to his cheek, rubbing away his tears with my thumb. I could hear voices behind me, asking if I was alright and what had happened. I don't know, I thought. Still gazing at the gray eyes that stood in front of my like stars of the night, Draco remained speechless. He blinks, "are you alright?" He asked, still hanging above me. His hand shifts a few hair strands away from face, and strokes my cheek. I assumed my face became red the moment I felt his gentle touch along my face.

"Of course." I tell him without thinking.

"Assuming you just collapsed, nearly dead, in the middle of room." He tilts his head for a moment. "Of course you're alright" He says sarcastically. I giggle, "Yeah," saying out of breathe.

I looked away from him to see Crabbe and Goyle wided-eyed at us, not knowing they were there. I put my head in the crook of Draco's neck, to hide. I felt him kiss above my head before he rises up. He order them away for tea and something to eat, and I was then left alone with Draco.

I attempted to stand up, but he insisted me to remain. Yet, I stood up to beckon him to sit by me. He face came closer to mines, and I lifted my neck to level my head with his.

He toils with my hair for a bit and asks, "Is your head alright?"

I look up at him, his face leaning over mine, "It hurts alittle."

Goyle eventually came in with tea and left soon after. Draco turns to his side where he open a drawer filled with test tubes of unknown liquids. He pours a single drop from one of them and hands the cup to me. "What's in the vial?" I question him.

"Mandrake draught." I take the cup from him, drinking the tea... Peppermint... I guess he was paying attention in Potions and Herbology class. My head felt lighter and the pain began to seep away including a bruise on my arm that I've just came to noticing.

"You should be better in no time." He says, flashing a smile at me.

"Thanks to you." His eyes caught mine, holding on to each word I said as I sat up beside him.

"So you've met Tom." He says as he looked down at his hands and then away.

"Tom? I met him at the bookstore. How do you know him?" I asked.

"Bad blood." He says, and he turns to look at me with furrowed brows. "You stay away from him, alright?." I look up at him, raising one eyebrow, "Jealous?" He blows out a scoff and looks at me with a playful grin. "What? You think I'm jealous, is that what it is? Treating it as some sort of game?" He questions with a joking tone. Giggling I say, "Maybe." giving him a smirk. He wraps his arms around me from behind. "Don't be silly." I layed my head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it too much, you'll get yourself sick." I warned him, and then telling him a promise. He kisses my head again, and my eyes grow heavy. I was in complete comfort being by his side, this close and I didn't want to inch away. At some point after a numerous pointless attempts, my eyelids refused to stay. I then drifted into a sleep.

Draco Malfoy:

A sudden high stream of frequency yanked me from my slumber. I jolted up. No shirt and quickly slipping on night trousers, I then sprinting down the halls to see Granger in her bed. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face told of a tale of sheer horror.

I shook her, "Hermione, wake up." She jumps up to look at me.

"Draco." Her eyes enlarged of surprise.

"You were screaming." I paused, but she remained quite. "Are you alright?"

"I had a nightmare." She exclaimed. "I felt a sharp cold edge across my arm and I-"
She stuttered and threw a series of random movements to explain. I took a seat beside her and leaned towards her ear. "It's just a nightmare" I tell her.

"It was so real. ." she says breathlessly.

"You'll be fine. Just get some rest." I rose from her bed.

"Wait." She said nervously with her hand gripping on my arm. Blush rose from her cheeks.

"Could you maybe… possibly stay? Please?" She say's looking at me. I denied refusing it as her eyes clung to me "At least till I fall asleep." She says.

"You're such a child, Granger" I mocked, dropping myself beside her.

I let her head rest on my arm, doomed to lose blood circulation later in the night. I shift her closer. With my body face her still laying on her back, I held her waist and iit wasn't long before I was far beyond slumber.

Hermione Granger:

For once in my life, I felt safe, like nothing could ever hurt me. I woke up with his warm chest facing me. Snuggling into it and, feeling his arms tighten around me, I felt suffocated. I heard him groan, assuming he was awake. His eyes opened, revealing his clouded gray eyes beneath his ruffled platinum hair.

"Morning." He tells me. His voice rumbled in my ears in a gruff raspy tone I don't ever recall hearing from him before. He leans closer, pressing his lips upon the tip of my nose and then leaning his head towards me. I smiled, not having to say and knowing I wanted to remain in this very moment that stood as a single consistantsy of what I wish could stay still of the always movinf hands of the clock.

The mists of my sleepless dream dispersed as the door swings open.

"Breakfast." Says Crabbe.

Draco blows a gust of air from his mouth as he scurried to pull the bed sheet over us.

"Bloody hell. Malfoy." Crabbe yells in surprise.

"Crabbe!" I shout, hiding underneath the sheet.

"I'll just leave this here," he said, placing the tray of food on the table and then awkwardly leaving the room.

I huff, putting my head to Draco's chest, to hide my embarrassment.

"Well, that was embarrassing."

Letting out a laugh, he says, "If they hadn't gotten a clue yet, I wouldn't know what to say." He tucked a strand of hair over my ear and lifted my head by my chin so his eyes were level with mine.

Trying to avoid his dark gaze, I pull away unsuccessfully. His arms holding me tightly.

"I'm not embarrassed are you?" He asked.

"No, its just that he may get the wrong idea. You know, that we might've-"

"Let him think that then. "

"Draco!" I lightly shouted. "I can't let any 'wrong idea' slip, because Ron's attor-!" Before I can finish my sentence, he presses his lips into mine, silencing my worries. He backs off after a moment and looks at me.

"Trust me. Everything we be alright." He pauses, and then continued.

"I promise."