Strange magic. (Dramione)

Chapter Five-Draco in the Dark.

Chapter Five

Hermione fumbled her way through the darkness, holding on to Draco's

hand tightly. She quickly realised herself, however, and slipped her hand out of his. What was she doing? Up until about half an hour ago she would have told anyone who asked that she hated him, and now look at her. Getting cosy with the enemy.

Actually, that sounds all wrong. Draco isn't the enemy-she had said so herself many times.

"He is just misunderstood," she had argued, "he just needs someone to show him right from wrong. He never had that before,so how is he meant to know?"

That was back when Harry had thought he was a Death Eater. Okay, he had turned out to be right, but Hermione was the only one who still had faith in him after all the years he had tormented them.

She herself thought that it had turned out to be false hope until that very evening. She had seen a different side of him tonight, one that she hadn't seen since they were both children. A side that she thought had vanished, but it turns out it was always there hiding under the surface. Tonight for the first time in a long time she had felt like she trusted him.

This was a majorly weird experience.

She lost her concentration somewhat when she heard a slight rustling followed by Malfoy whispering 'Lumos.'

However, instead of a harsh white glow being emitted from the tip of his wand like she expected, the entirety of the common rooms filled with a warm glow that didn't actually appear to have a source. It was just present.

Hermione blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light after being in the dark for so long. When she looked around she was quite surprised. She had never been in the Slytherin common room before, and it seemed very cosy (for a dungeon, at least.)

She didn't have much time to look around before she realised that Draco was already half way up the stairs. Not wanting to be left behind, she quickly followed him across the room and up the steps before he got too far ahead of her. Part of her thought to say something about the fact that they were headed towards the boy's dorms and not the girl's-but she stopped herself. She was incredibly tired and any bed was better than no bed. After all, beggars can't be choosers.

He led her past several beds, most of them full but a few still empty, before reaching one particular bed at the far end of the room with the curtains still closed. He swiftly drew back the curtains and gestured towards the bed.

"Here you go. It's not much, but slightly better than where you were."

Hermione smiled and sat on the edge of the bed before whispering "Thank you, Draco. Now I might get a chance of getting a few hours sleep before lessons start tomorrow."

He chuckled quietly and wished her good night before he went back down the stairs. Hermione didn't get the chance to ask him where he was going because he was already gone.

Shrugging it off, she loosened her shirt slightly and lay back on the bed, finally letting sleep consume her.

Meanwhile, Draco lay on one of the leather sofas in the main common room, fully awake and eyes focused on the ceiling. Just thinking to himself.

'Why the hell did I grab her hand? What, is Draco Malfoy turning into a pansy?! Just stop thinking about it, and her too. This is the last time I try to act nice. I won't need to anyway, people are already avoiding me. Great job.'

With that thought, he finally heaved a sigh, rolled over and went to sleep.