The Symmetrical Transit (Dramione)

Eight

Day Sixty-Eight; 8:01pm

The door clicked shut and Hermione's head shot up. Dragging herself off the bed, she tripped twice on her way to see the door.

"What the fuck happened?" His face was contorted in confusion as he squeezed his hands together.

"I don't know! I went down there to try and explain to them that we weren't getting any heat in our room, and that it was as cold, if not colder, than outside, but they didn't get it! I think they got that I was cold, but no one came up here, even though I tried to motion for them to. And th-- What?"

"Is that my cloak you're wearing?" But he knew it had to be, because she didn't have one, and if she did, it certainly wouldn't look like the one she had on.

"Yes. And you can clean it, and Scourgify, and whatever, but I was cold -- I mean freezing -- and I had to bundle up as much as...as... What?"

The twitch at the corner of his mouth turned up into a lopsided smile and he shook his head. "Nothing."

"No, what? Do I have something on me? Am..." She looked down at herself, clueless.

"I just didn't realize how small you were before. You're like a child in her father's clothes or something."

Hermione glared at him. "It is not that bad."

"Not quite. But they swallow you."

"Well, yes. I'm short, and contrary to any beliefs, do not have a manly figure."

"I'm not sure who would believe that anyway," he muttered, and wasn't fazed at all when she gave him a look to see if he was actually serious. "You're not exactly without curves, Granger, and I'm not exactly blind. A two year-old can tell you're a woman, though it's curious you seem so surprised by it yourself."

"I'm not surprised by it, Malfoy. I'm simply surprised by the fact that you admitted I looked like anything but a hairy boar, chipmunk, or whatever sort of animal you come up with."

"I didn't say you didn't. I just said you look like a womanly one." He smirked and she glared -- which was a standard for them, really. "I'll go to the desk to see what's going on."

"Good." He was halfway back to the door when she spoke up again. "Uh, Malfoy? A Warming Charm or something, maybe?"

"So they come up and think I was lying?" She blew out heavily. "Get in my bed. I have a heating blanket."

Hermione gaped at his departing back. If she had known that two hours ago! Or all those nights she had been freezing, and thinking he was just used to it from the Slytherin dungeons.

His bed smelt like him. Shampoo, soap, and Malfoy. She was almost passed out when he came back, the heat making her groggy and comfortable. She listened to him rummage about for a minute, and then come to a stop somewhere beside her.

"What?" She cracked, opening her eyes to look at him.

He shrugged. "I've never seen anyone in my clothes before."

Hermione closed her eyes, too tired to bother keeping them open. "Do you want me to take it off?"

He would have to take it off himself, because she just calculated how much effort that would take on her part, and it was more than she was willing to put forth.

"They have to call someone to fix the heat, and they'll be here sometime within an hour -- no matter what I do, say, or offer."

"Great."

"Yeah. So shove over."

"What?" This was eye-opening worthy.

"Shove over, Granger, I'm bloody freezing."