*Chapter Four*
*IMPORTANT A/N AT END, PLEASE READ! X*
Draco Malfoy hurried smoothly down the west corridor. He wasn't going to wait for Granger, if she wanted a bed for the night then she could keep up herself.
He knew she would. Anything was better than the space between two statues, after all.
You'd think that the cleverest witch of our age could make herself a proper bed. Or even just not get locked out in the first place.
"Will there be any space for me?" a mousy voice behind him whispered. Ah, so she was there. Good to know.
"Half of the third and fourth years don't make it to their beds anyway, you're fine." he replied, a small smile gracing his lips before he thought better of himself.
"Where would they go if they weren't in bed?"
Wow, she really was oblivious.
"Well, some of them pass out in the common rooms, and some of thence end up in someone else's bed." he spelled it out for her, trying to be considerate but stifling a laugh at the same time.
"Oh"
He just had to laugh at that. It was too hard not to.
Somehow he managed to compose himself before he burst out laughing - couldn't have Granger thinking he had gone soft now, could he - and carried on along the corridor wearing his trademark smirk slightly wider than usual.
After a few minutes, he was starting to think that she had decided against the idea and left, before she said
"Um...Draco?"
"Yes, Granger?"
Wow. That had sounded more exasperated than he ha intended.
"Oh, um... never mind. "
Great. Now she thought he hated her again.
"Just a bit preoccupied. Sorry."
Had he actually apologised? Merlin, he was going soft.
"No, it's fine, it can wait."
He really didn't like this side of her. Not that she was dislikeable, but it could get irritating when she was so drawn into herself all the time. She was so shy, it was like they had never even met before. He much preferred the feisty, strong side of her that wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. Despite the fact that it was that side of her that broke his nose back in third year and had him drinking that awful bone-remedy for weeks. He shuddered at the thought. And to think, Pomfrey had had the nerve to chortle at his suffering. That wretch.
He was snapped out of his musings by another (slightly louder) stuttered statement from Hermione.
"Uh.. Well I was just wondering, what exactly made you stop back there?"
"Other than the fact you attacked me in your sleep?" he joked.
"How is it my fault if you didn't see my legs? The fact that you face planted the floor is completely irrelevant." she returned his sarcasm almost instantly.
"Irrelevant?! Tell that to my nose; I think it's broken again!"
"I was sleeping! How was I supposed to know that you would trip over my legs?"
"I'm sorry, next time I go wandering the castle in the pitch black, I'll remember to check the gaps between statues to make sure that there aren't any witches using them as a makeshift bed before they decide to break my face!" she could hear the smirk in his voice.
"You do that! And anyway, you aren't the only one with injuries. Im really not looking forward to my purple shins in the morning."
"You're the brightest witch of our age, I'm sure you'll think of something. Your healing skills can't be any worse than your bed-assembling skills."
This friendly banter continued for a while before they both realised that they were outside the entrance to the dorms.
Draco whispered the password into the darkness so quietly that hermione wasn't certain if she heard him right, but apparently it was loud enough for the password to be both recognised and verified as they were let into the common rooms almost instantly.
Hermione began to wonder whether or not this was all a huge mistake, but before she could back out she felt a rough, warm hand over her own gently pulling her forwards.
"You coming?" he murmured.
She didn't answer, she just lightly squeezed his hand and took a step forwards.
After all, that was answer enough.
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*A/N*
HI GUYS! I HAVEN'T ACTUALLY DONE ONE OF THESE BEFORE, BUT HERE WE GO.
I WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU SO MICH FOR NEARLY 100 READS ON THIS STORY. HONESTLY, I WAS FANGIRLING WHEN IT HAD 4 SO THIS IS INTENSE.
ALSO, I WANTED TO POINT OUT THE FACT THAT I DO ACTUALLY HAVE OTHER STORIES ON THIS ACCOUNT. THIS ONE SEEMS TO BE GETTING A LOT MORE ATTENTION THAN THE OTHERS ARE, SO I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW.
THANKS!!
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Strange magic. (Dramione)
FanfictionEverything Hermione knows is questioned, and in this moment of weakness she is forced to make friends out of people she would never normally associate herself with. Will anything in her life ever be sane again? Dramione.