Nox // Dramione

Missing

Draco woke the next morning, his head pounding- tongue dry and stuck to the inside of his mouth, like he'd ingested glue. His neck and back screamed at him, as he sat forward; which is when he realized that he had fallen asleep sitting on the floor.

Hermione laid in his lap, her chest rising and falling deeply, her full lips parted and black eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

His eyes slid to her arm, curled up against her side, and he gently raised it. The scar was still gone, but her flesh was perfect and healthy like nothing had ever happened.

She let out a sleepy moan, as he moved her to the bed.

"Mippy?" Draco muttered under his breath, and a sharp crack filled the room as the little house elf appeared, green baseball eyes glimmering.

"Yes, Young Master?" She smiled an award-winning, snaggle-tooth grin, as her eyes flicked towards Hermione, in his bed.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Please set the dining room table for all of my guests. We'll need orange juice and some Pepperup potions. Also, find something for Hermione to wear to work. I want a closet here for her, for when she does stay."

"Mippy does it, Master! Mippy be back!"

"Oh, and Mippy?" Draco called, walking towards his bathroom, "Do not under any circumstances, mention to my mother that Hermione is asleep in my bed."

The house elf let out a noise of discontent before apparating away to complete the tasks he'd given her.

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"Ms. Granger, it is times to wakes up." A squeaky voice broke through Hermione's subconscious, and her eyes split open in confusion.

Draco's bedroom surrounded her, his scent strong in her nose- probably because she was drooling all over his pillow.

She sat up; blearily wiping her mouth and searching for the voice that no doubt belonged to Mippy.

The house elf was laying out a dress on the bottom of Draco's bed- her small wrinkled hands stroking over the fabric, making sure the outfit was perfect for viewing.

"Good morning, Miss," Mippy had an extra pep in her step, this morning, as she gave Hermione a secret smile. "Young Master has breakfasts prepared in the dining room."

Hermione slipped off the bed, with a yawn. 

"Thank you, Mippy."

"Mippy gives you no sweaters this morning, Miss," Mippy told her, sternly. "The Master and Missus of the house will be at breakfast, too."

If Hermione hadn't been awake before, her eyes shot open now. "Draco's parents?" She asked with a sharp inhale.

"Yes, Miss. They breakfast together on Thursday mornings," Mippy looked pleased with herself, as she stepped back and allowed Hermione to gaze upon the dress laid out for her on the bed.

It was a knee-length black dress with knitted fabric- Mippy had layered it with a white blouse underneath, and a leather belt. Black heels sat on the floor, beside the bed.

"Thank you, Mippy," Hermione said again, feeling strangled as she spoke.

"Mippy left your hair things in Young Master's bathroom," The house elf squeaked. "Call for Mippy when you are done. Mippy will take you to the dining room."

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Draco gulped down the Pepperup potion that Polky had dutifully served alongside his orange juice. He wasn't the only one looking worse for wear- Theo, Pansy, and Blaise all sat at the table, poking at their breakfast, no doubt feeling the effects of their hangover. Pansy's usually perfect black bob was crumpled this morning, and her makeup from the night before was smeared underneath her eyes.