4 Turns | Dramione

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Jul 23 1612

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Sunshine seeped through the curtains, telling Hermione that it's time for work. She had a bizarre dream that she'd travelled back in time to four centuries ago. To make everything more ridiculous, she met someone who looked exactly like Draco Malfoy. But he didn't bully her or insult her. Instead, he saved her when she's in danger. Hermione scoffed as she remembered Malfoy wasn't Malfoy in her dream; his name was Ladon Malone. That's why he's not treating her like an inferior.

After savouring every detail of the dream, she opened her eyes. She wasn't in her bedroom. Where was she? Suddenly, a rustling sound startled her. Panicked, she lowered her head and tried to figure out why there's noise coming from her left. A man with white-blond hair grabbed his blanket closer and wrapped it tightly around himself. Ironically, the man was identical to the person who she'd dreamed of.

Why the hell is Draco Malfoy sleeping in my bed?

Then realization hit her like a wave. Oh, Merlin! None of these was a dream. She'd indeed gone back to the past; the "good Malfoy" had saved her from the goblins and offered her a place to stay. Still, this couldn't explain why he's sleeping beside her. He'd said he would sleep on the floor. She frowned at the wizard who's facing her, wearing a peaceful expression.

How can they look so alike? Is he Malfoy's ancestor or something?

She gave the sleeping man a nudge in the arm. The man leisurely rolled around, facing her with his back. Hermione tutted at the human-shaped pig before shaking him by the shoulder.

"Malone," she hissed.

"Hmm... Five more minutes," he slurred in his sleep.

"Malone, wake up," she warned in a dangerous tone.

His eyelids fluttered before they revealed the silver orbs. Malone blinked innocently at her, soon astonishment rushed into his widened eyes. He abruptly jumped out of the bed and screamed, holding his blanket in front of his chest as if it could protect him like a shield.

"Bloody hell!"

Hermione glared at the man and bellowed, "That should be me screaming! Why are you in my bed?" She got off the bed and crossed her arms.

"Well, well, to be exact, it's my bed," he stated with a sneer. As if extinguishing a fire with alcohol, his words only infuriated her more.

"You invaded my personal space," she spat every word clearly as she picked up her wand on the bedside table. Then she slowly paced towards him, glowering at him the entire time.

His face turned white when he saw her fiddling her wand. On the contrary, he's utterly defenceless—what he had in hand was a blanket which was perfect for covering his corpse after an unfair, one-sided fight.

"Wait," he retreated with an outstretched arm, keeping distance between them. "I thought you didn't mind sharing the bed with me. You said we could share!"

"I did say that, but it's only when the bed is larger!" she snapped.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" he apologized grudgingly as he raised his hands in surrender; the blanket once in his grasp dropped to the floor comically. "It's not really my fault though. The floor is too hard and it gave me a backache! There's no way I could fall asleep on the floor!"

Her rage slowly slipped away as she listened. He didn't need to go through any of this. To be honest, he's obviously from a rich family and I'm no one to him. Still, he's willing to let me have his bed. And he apologized. How can I be mad at him?