Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 9

(AN:Hermione's POV again, sorry for the switch up guys.)

I wake with a start. Draco's arms are tangled around my torso, and I'm warm and toasty in his hold. I look at the time, and see that its 6:00 am. I remember today is a monday, and quietly untangle Draco from me, tiptoe out of bed, and grab my robes off my dresser. Lazily, I stumble to the bathroom and shut the door silently behind me. As I begin to change into my undergarments, I spot something whirling outside the window. I slip on my shirt and as quietly as possible, lift the old window from its rested position, and grab Draco's blood soaked shirt from, what was it, yesterday? I've not been able to keep up in light of everything going on. I finish dressing, then walk out of the bathroom, only to see Draco awake and leaning against the headboard. "Oh, did I wake you?" I whisper. "No. Just your absence," he whispers back. I laugh a little bit but then don't know what to say. "How was the rest of your night?" He asks, his voice rising above a whisper now. "I'm not sure. I don't remember any nightmares after you came in," I say, shaking off the memory of the horrible dream. "That's good," he says. After a long pause, he starts to get up. "I'll leave you to your privacy," he waves. Just as he's leaving, he turns around once more to say something. "And, Hermione, if you ever need me, just come knocking. I'll always be there," he says, motioning to his room. "I know you will, Draco," I smile. "Good. See you in class, I guess," he says, returning the smile. As he exits, I close the door behind him and throw my dirty clothes in the hamper. Finally, I can be on time for breakfast.

As I enter the dining hall I see Harry and Ron already digging in, as usual. I slip in next to Harry, and smile sweetly at both boys. "How has your morning been?" I ask, putting some toast and strawberries on my plate. "Terrible. School hasn't barely started and Professor McGonagall already gave me a detention for running in the halls," Ron complains, his mouth stuffed with jelly and bread. "Yeah, Ron was- Hermione, are you wearing clogne?" I hear Harry's concern. Oh, Draco must have been wearing it. Who wears cologne to bed? "Harry, its called perfume," I object. "Weird perfume," he murmurs. Ugh. "So, I got you guys each something in celebration of the new school year," I say, sidetracking Harry for the time being. I pull two wrapped presents, about a half a foot long each, out of my pockets and hand them to Harry and Ron. Ron, taking a break from his eating for the first time since I arrived, rips it open. "What is it?" They ask simoultaniously. "Its a pocket spellbook! Since you both forget spells directly after you're taught, now you can just look inside and remember! Exciting, right?" I say with a smile. They nod unenthusiastically.

I don't know, I think It'll come in handy.