(COMPLETE) Dramione -The seventh year at Hogwarts

nightmares

The next morning they both get up and find the kitchen for breakfast.

Draco see's Hermione still in her PJ's in the kitchen. she looks so beautiful, so simple. stop it, no.

"Forgot what a hairbrush is Granger?" she is a little startled.

"No, have you forgotten what a shirt is?" she folds her arms and looks at him who is now looking down and realising he didn't put one on before coming down. He glares at her.

"You won this time, but you won't the next." with that he turns round and goes back to his room only to return with a green t-shirt on. Hermione turns away as she makes her own breakfast.

They go to their first few lessons. During a free period.

"How is it going. You know with having to live with Draco?" Ginny says.

"He insulted me this morning which was expected but what wasn't the problem." she looks at Ginny who is now intrigued.

"What was the problem?" she says as she leans forward, waiting for an answer.

"He came into the kitchen topless." she says slightly blushing.

"Topless?!!!!!" she beams at Hermione.

"Shhh We are in a library remember!"

"But Hermione, he was topless, your enemy was in the kitchen topless in front of you." Ginny squeals.

"yes and the whole world doesn't have to know about it!" she looks at Ginny.

"Ok, but one last question. Was it just skinny or was there -"

"Ginny, I didn't observe him, he is Draco Malfoy, not Mr dream boy." she stood up and left the library.

After classes for the day. 

Hermione goes to her room and gets changed. She goes down after studying to explore. she goes down some steps and into a room, there is a pool, not big but big enough. She gets lost in thought staring down at the water which slowly laps the side.  

"Found somewhere to drown yourself have you?" she turns around surprised and before she has the chance to assure her footing falls in. She thinks for a moment, but she can't. Her mind takes her back to Malfoy manor and Bellatrix. She sinks slowly, thrashing out trying to get out.

Draco realises that she isn't going to come to the surface, he pulls off his jumper and dives in after her. she kicks him but he doesn't care, he gets her to the surface and she takes a breath, he doesn't realise it but he is still holding onto her.

"Get off me!" she pulls herself out of the pool and storms to her room slamming the door after her. She sits there crying in the bathroom, still in her wet clothes for about an hour.

meanwhile Draco attends the first head girl and had boy meeting.

"May I ask what has happened to miss Granger?" asks McGonagall quizzically.

"She didn't feel well." replied Draco bluntly. she can see right through me, she knows that something has happened. He slowly wipes a small bead of sweat from his forehead.

The meeting carried on for, what seemed like to Draco, hours. Afterwards he went back to his dorm. He didn't feel like eating so went straight to his room. For three hours they both studied separately in their rooms. Then Hermione decided to go to bed. Draco however hadn't had a decent night sleep since the task was set upon him to kill Dumbledore, so he sat there and read. It was about one O'clock before he started to drift off but was suddenly awoken by a bloodcurdling scream. This wasn't any scream, this was the same scream he had once heard in his own home, the scream of Hermione, two or three more yelps escape before he cant stand it anymore and rushes to her room, he slowly opens the door. He looks at her, she is tossing and turning furiously, like she is trying to get away from something. He sits down beside her and holds her face. Immediately her body stops fitting and calms, she lets out a small, whispered mumble.

"Help, please you are better than this." he looks down to her bare arm and slowly traces the scar that still quite plainly says 'mudblood ' he feels tears prick the front of his eyes as he whispers the same words over and over again.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me." he stays like this with one hand on the side of her face and the other slowly caressing her scar for no more than five minutes, but for him it felt like a lifetime. He knew he cared about her, but he never knew that he cared this much.