Hidden Feelings - Dramione

Chapter Twenty Five

Draco turned onto his back, feeling the mattress spring up and down. He wasn't feeling too good and he couldn't sleep although he didn't want to get up and go downstairs since it wasn't his house.

"James," whispered Draco, into the night air which was thick with sleep, "James, are you awake?"

"No..." muttered James and turned to face him with one eye open and the other closed, "Someone better be dying."

"Don't say that," frowned Draco and sat up in bed. His stomach lurched and he clutched it painfully.

"What's up?" asked James and then grinned, "want me to get Hermione? We can switch rooms for a while."

"She'll probably be asleep," shrugged Draco as the pain in his stomach eased. James buried his face into his pillow.

"I'm going to sleep!" he said and turned around.

"I'm going to get a drink," decided Draco.

He was quite aware that this wasn't his house but he was also aware of his practically dry throat. He pulled on a random shirt, grabbed his wand, and stepped out of the room. As he buttoned his shirt half to his chest and then left it as pain shot through him again. Just as quickly the pain eased and he sighed, not knowing why it hurt so much. Draco walked down the eery and dark corridor.

The kitchen was empty and the hands of the clock were all facing to sleep, except for Fred's. Draco tore his eyes away and looked for a glass. He found one in a cupboard and filled it up with water. He wished he had some sort of medicine. He shrugged thy thought away and then his mind thought of Hermione. She was probably sleeping. Maybe dreaming but he hoped not a nightmare. The girl had been through way too much and some of it was his own fault. Why did he have to be so stupid and turn he in. He didn't deserve her. She deserved Potter. Atleast he would be able to take care of her.

"Can't sleep?" asked Hermione's voice and making him jump.

He looked up to see Hermione in a pink pyjama top and white pyjama bottom. She smiled and Draco couldn't help but smile back. Hermione sat down in front of him and Draco stretched his legs so that they were brushing her's then, realising what his thoughts had just been about, he took his legs away.

"You should be asleep," muttered Hermione, looking at him.

Draco shrugged and searched her face, "so should you."

"I can't sleep. I keep worrying about you, Draco. Are you okay?" she asked and Draco frowned and nodded, "Please tell me if you are not. I-"

"Don't worry about me," said Draco angrily.

"Draco," whispered Hermione. She stood up and for a second, a horrible second, Draco thought she was leaving but she only moved to sit next to him, "Listen to me-"

"No, you listen to me," said Draco. He turned around so that he was facing her and Hermione raised her eyebrow, "Why do you trust me so much? For all you know I could be doing all this, pretending that I like you and that I'm helping you, because my father said so. How can you trust me?"

"I trust you because, Draco, I can tell that you are not lying to me. The love that I see in your eyes every time I see you isn't pretend and I know that," Hermione took his face in he hands, "I love you, Draco."

"No, you don't!" yelled Draco, twisting out of her hands, he lowered his voice, "You only think you do because I got you out of the prison which is my basement. You don't love me. You should be with someone who can actually provide for you not some death eater who could go to azkaban at any given time."

"I'll follow you into Azkaban if I have to," stated Hermione.

Draco, furiously, turned to face her, "You will not give up your life for me, understand?"