Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 24

I feel warm hands on my back, but they're not Draco's. "Dammit, Draco, what did you do to her?" I hear Ron's voice in alarm. "I didn't do anything! I'm just as worried about her as you," he answers from somewhere in the room. My eyes flutter open, and my vision is a but distorted. But eventually things start to take shape. "She's waking up," Ron says, his voice echoing through the room. "Ron?" I ask, sitting up slowly. "Hey, Hermione. How are you feeling?" He asks, his eyes dark with worry. "I'm alright. How long have I been asleep?" I ask. "10 hours, give or take a few. Draco found us at Charsbury Ave and we all came together at the cheapest muggle hotel we could find. Not very cheap at all, but its the best we could do," he answers. The room is lovely, but definitely not big enough for the four of us. There are two twin beds, and a televison, one bathroom and a small closet. At least were inside. "I'm going to go shower. Where's Harry?" I ask, fearing the worst. "He's just gone down to the front desk to work out the expenses. He'll be here soon," he answers. I nod, and stand shakily, grab my bag and walk inside the bathroom. It's lovely, about half the size of the actual room. A white towel and washing cloth are already hanging for me on the rack, so I quickly strip and shower.

So what if I showered for more than 30 minutes, I haven't had a real washing up in days.

When I get out, I put on some black leggings and a white sweater, then tuck into bed and turn the televison on. The vintage channel looks pretty good, but now that I'm watching it tv doesn't seem most appropriate. Draco brings in a platter full of eggs, sausage, bacon and toast, and some orange juice as well. "Ms. Hermione Jean Granger? Is there a Ms. Hermione Jean Granger here?" He asks, looking around the room playfully at everything but me. "Yes, kind sir," I say, raising my hand and giggling. Leave it to Draco to keep me happy through all of this darkness. "Well, might I say you're a sight for sore eyes my lady," He says. I play along. "You as well, good man," I say. He sets the platter down in my lap gently and kisses my forehead. "I brought you some breakfast," he says. "Thank you. I'm starved," I answer gratefully. Before I eat anything, Draco kisses me again, on the lips. It's long, but it ends too soon. "Hermione," he says. "Yes?" I answer. He sighs. "What's wrong?" I ask, a bit worried. "It seems that every effort I make to protect you always seems to work the other way," he answers. I take his hand. "That's not true. You're being silly," I say. "Sometimes I think it would have been better if you had just never met me," he says, hanging his head. I kiss him again on his lips, this time a real one. "You got me here. I seem pretty safe, don't I?" I encourage him as best I can. He nods. "I love you," he replies. But then Harry and Ron walk in so it seems the small moment is over.