Time Spent In Eternal Endings

Two Spoons of Sugar and a Splash of Milk

She'd heard Draco whisper goodnight to her.

"Goodnight little bird." Her eyes almost fluttered open, but she willed them to stay shut for the sake of the moment. In that moment they felt like something. At that moment they were purely, temporarily infinite and no one could steal that from them. In that moment.

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Hermione woke the next morning with squinted eyes. The curtains were slightly drawn back and Draco sat in an armchair across from her bed with an ankle crossed over his leg. He was reading one of her books. "Unrequited Contentment" is what the title read. Hermione laughed to herself.

"Didn't take you as the romance type" she grumbled in a sleepy voice as she sat up. Hermione wiped her dry eyes and looked towards him.

He snapped the book closed with one hand and smirked humorously towards her. "I'm full of surprises." Draco snapped his fingers and a tray of toast, jam, eggs, and tea popped next to her on the bed. She grabbed the tray and looked for the sugar and milk for her tea as she bit into her toast.

"Two spoons of sugar and a splash of milk right?" Draco stood from the armchair and crossed the room to move closer to the bed.

"You remembered." She said a little perplexed.

"Well, it's not a five-star order from France."

He had a point she guessed, but the act of kindness didn't go unnoticed.

She continued eating and he walked over to her and cast his wand towards her to perform a diagnostic test. It was slightly aggravating how doting he was being honestly. The space in front of her glowed yellow as it pulsed in and out rhythmically as it showed her heartbeat. She wasn't sick and she knew that, but she had felt better than yesterday. She didn't feel so isolated thanks to Draco's company. Her headache and nausea eased with last night's sleep too. 

There was obviously still the memory of what happened that tainted her thoughts, but she had bundled it up into a ball and placed it somewhere within a box that sat far back in her mind. A place she didn't visit too often.

The diagnostic vanished between them. "I wasn't sick" Hermione admitted guiltily. She figured he knew already but she had to say it out loud just to clear her conscience. He didn't say anything for a beating second and it seemed as if he was mulling over whatever he was thinking about. He looked at his shoes and sucked his teeth quickly with a laugh. "I know." Before she could respond he walked to her bathroom and started drawing a bath, assumingly for her.

"Draco, I can bathe myself."

"Who said I was going to bathe you, Granger? I'm just preparing the bath because we both know you wouldn't have gotten up and done it yourself."

Hermione sat back against the pillows comfortably. "Well, I don't want to take a bath right now. I'll take it later."

"My point exactly." Draco walked over to her and pulled the cover off of her. She struggled to try and pull them back up but he just threw them to the floor, away from her.

Hermione immediately weighted herself when she saw his arms extend to her but he picked her up like it was nothing to him. Draco then threw her over his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her thigh and the back of her knee. She felt utterly embarrassed at the moment and the way he just grabbed her like it was no big deal.