Dramione Smut-Book

Teddy Bear

Hermione Pov
      I lean back against my bed in the head of house dorms that I share with Draco Malfoy since the other heads were too chicken to share a living space with him. Groaning in pain. Damn these stupid cramps! I hate my dumb period! Draco apparently hears through the walls because he knocks hesitantly on the door.
"Granger? You alright? I can't sleep with your constant moaning and whining." He calls.
"Fine," I whimper, holding my stomach.
He sighs, cracking the door open a little bit to see me in the fetal position with a pillow in between my legs and my hands wrapped around my stomach in agony. "You don't look alright," he responds.
I sigh. "I appreciate your concern but there really isn't anything you can do." I respond.
He cooks an eyebrow. "Try me," he responds to the 'challenge.'
I shake my head. "I'm bleeding out of my fucking vagina!" I retort angrily. "You can't help me,"
His smug face turns to one of horror. "Oh," he responds sheepishly.
"But you can get me chocolate," I say.
He nods his head. "Chocolate. Okay," he responds before turning around and walking off to the kitchens.
      Have you ever had one of those moments where you want to laugh at other people's reactions but then realize that you'd be laughing at yourself? Yeah, that's how I am right now. Draco comes back with a plate with a huge slice of chocolate cake with fudge. I lick my lips, holding my hand out like a small kid waiting for their snack.
Draco smirks as he hands me the plate. "I got the house elves to make thus for you," he says happily.
"Thanks," I mumble around a forkful of sticky fudge.
"You're most welcome." He responds. "Anything...else?" He questions hesitantly.
      Man, I could go for a cuddle. But hell, Malfoy wouldn't do that for me in a million years. I bite my lip and look down at the half eaten cake.
"What is it?" Draco asks me.
"Cuddle?" I question bravely. I am a Gryffindor.
He snorts. "Be realistic Granger,"
I blink a couple of timed with an indifferent stare. "You're serious?" He asks me.
I raise an eyebrow. "Yes,"
      He seems to go at war with himself before hesitantly sliding into bed with me. His body is stiff yet his muscles ripple under his nightshirt. He wraps a single arm around my shoulders and pulls me to lay my head on his chest. I wrap one of my arms around his torso and ditch the pillow in favor of swinging my leg to wrap around his waist. He tensed at the intimate contact with a mud-blood. I curl deeper into his frame and sigh pleasurefuly.
"Don't think this will be an every month occurrence," Draco tells me stubbornly.
I giggle tiredly. "Gee Malfoy, it sounds like you like being cuddled," I tease.
He huffs. "Malfoy's do not cuddle,"
I giggle again. "Sure. You big fluffy teddy-bear," I respond.
And a friendship blooms from that point.