Tap, tap, tap.
Draco tried to cling to sleep and nestled his face a little deeper into the pillow of velvet-soft curls under his cheek. He was warm and comfortable, trying to return to a dream he didn't remember, and he tightened his grip on Granger.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Sod off," he grumbled tiredly.
But then he remembered that they weren't back in Hogwarts in Granger's dorm, despite the familiarity of having her in his arms again. All the mayhem of yesterday came back to him like a bolt of lightening, jolting him awake and sending a pounding headache to the back of his brain. He propped himself up and immediately checked Granger, watching her for a moment as her chest expanded with deep, sleepy breaths. She looked as she would on any other morning; peaceful and well, save the yellow remains of a few bruises, and her still pallid complexion.
Tap, tap, tap.
He shot a frustrated look at the door and decided to ignore it. It couldn't have been before six in the morning judging by the dim, blue light in the room, which meant he'd barely managed two hours sleep. He was exhausted and furious that someone would dare to disturb him after he and Granger and barely been reunited, especially when it was probably bloody Weasley coming back for round two.
"Draco," Tonks' hushed voice filtered through the door. "Draco, are you awake? I'm coming in-
"No, don't," he groused. "What the hell do you want?"
"Just open the bloody door."
"No."
"Do it, or I'm coming in."
His lip curled with irritation as he carefully untangled his legs from Granger's and left the bed with some colourful profanities on the tip of his tongue. He grabbed his wand and crossed the room, pulling the door open just a crack and narrowing a glare at his cousin through the small gap.
"You'd better have a good reason for-
"How's she doing?" asked Tonks. "Is she awake?"
"No."
"Then you should come and get some breakfast."
"What are you on about?" he frowned. "It's what, six in the morning?"
"Half six actually," she corrected. "The others will be waking soon, and I thought it would be best for you to get some food now. Harry and Ron will want to see her, and I won't be able to delay them for long if you want to have some privacy with her."
Draco scrutinised her warily and considered her suggestion, a little thrown by her offer to help. "I'm not hungry."
"When was the last time you ate?"
"That's irrelevant-
"You need to have some food," she pressed. "Wouldn't you rather get it now when everyone is still in bed? Come on, and then you can stay in here with her, and I will do what I can to make sure you can have some more time alone."
"For Salazar's sake," he growled, glancing at Granger over his shoulder before he left the room. "Fine, let's go then."
"Not really a morning person, are you?"
"Not when my girlfriend's unconscious and I have bloody cousin who won't piss off, no," he said stiffly, noticing her amused grin as they headed downstairs. "What?"
"You called Hermione your girlfriend."
"What are you, fucking twelve?"
"It was simply an observation-
