Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 25

Sorry for the delay, I've just started a new "Clato" fanfiction, which is a Hunger Games fanfiction! Check it out maybe? :)

"Draco?" I call. I feel bad, he's probably sleeping. No reply. I decide to just get up and go find him. He's sitting down, with his face on the table. I thank god he's not a drooler. I pat him gently. "Draco, I'm just moving you to the bed," I whisper, picking him up from under his shoulders. He mumbles something, but it goes unheard. His feet stand, wobbley, but they stand. Carefully I lead him to the bed and tuck him in. "'Mione," I hear him mumble. Oh my god, he must be sleeptalking! "Yes, Draco?" I ask, kneeling down beside the bed. "We gotta go," he mumbles. "Go where?" I ask him. Theres a long pause, but then he says "back to hogwarts, back over to hogwarts," he says, his words getting lost beneath his lips. "No, I think we're alright here," I say, stroking his hair. "Iloveyou," he says, his words connected. "I love you too," I giggle, kissing his forehead. Then suddenly, a small wimper rises in his throat, and then he's crying. "Draco?" I say, my voice creeping out of a whisper tone. His eyes shoot open, silver moons. He looks up at me, startled, and throws his arms around my waist. I do the same, sitting with him now on the warm bed. He reminds me of a small child, hovering close to mummy when he feels overwhelmed. "Are you feeling ok?" I ask in all seriousness. "Yeah. Sorry," he murmurs, pulling away. "Did I wake you? You were, sleeptalking a bit," I half giggle. "Oh no. What did I say?" He asks, his tears drying, thankfully. I wipe the little raindrops off his cheeks with my thumbs, then kiss his lips daintilly. "Oh, nothing," I smirk. I'm in his lap now, sitting on his knees with my head tucked into his shoulder awkwardly. "Tell me Hermione," he demands, the corners of his lips turning up. Just then his fingers tickle my sides affectionately, causing me to jump. I giggle so loud, I'm afraid of the people next door hearing. "Draccoo!" I scream, having a giggle attack. I get up, and jump over the bed to the window. "I had no idea you were ticklish, this would have come in handy so many times before," he smiles, chasing me across the room. His hands tickle my stomach now, just as bad. "Stop!" I smile, leaning over and laying on the ground, with him to the side of me on his knees. "Is that a smile?" He asks, smiling too. My legs squirm too, basically my whole body on a surplus of imaginary caffine. He kisses me, both of us still smiling and me still giggling within the kiss.

Sorry, had to publish early. Hope you enjoyed!