On the Way to the End - Dramione

Chapter 10

Draco opened his eyes and blinked a few times, getting his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of his apartment. It was still dark outside and the only light in the room was a lamp on the end table by the couch. Draco held back a groan of pain as he moved, suddenly remembering the events of the last few hours. The young man was now laying on the couch, with a blanket from one of the armchairs laid over him, something of which he assumed was Hermione's doing. 

Draco looked around and noticed the girl sitting on the floor, her back against the couch. She was near the end of the couch he was at and her head was fallen to the side. Her arms were draped over her knees, which were tucked to her chest and her wand was in hand. She was asleep. 

The Slytherin sat up a bit and propped himself up with his elbow. He reached forward and let the back of his knuckles graze against her cheek. What was she doing to him? He felt as though he was in a trance. How could she trust him after everything? He had done horrible things, regardless of how much he hid, he still had done his fair share. 

Hermione began to stir and he withdrew his hand. She shut her eyes tightly before opening them, her hand running over her face. She turned and looked to Draco. She wondered why exactly he had touched her face. Was something wrong? "You okay?" She whispered, not wanting to disturb the silence. 

Draco nodded, "when did I fall asleep?"  

"Pretty soon after talking, you were just out." She yawned, "what time is it?" 

Draco turned to the clock on the wall and sighed, "Three in the morning." 

Hermione groaned. "Let's see." The Gryffindor moved to sit on the edge of the couch, as he laid there, and pulled back the blanket covering his chest. Hermione carefully removed the bandages just enough to see. She inspects the gash, it's almost completely healed. 

"Wow, good work, Granger," Draco told her while looking at the cut for himself. "Thank you," he looked up at her. 

"I owed you one." Hermione smiled slightly before replacing the bandage. She looked at him once more, he was so different now. He was quiet when he wanted to be and actually decent. Sure, he still knew how to make a good quip but he was just so, not the boy she once knew. 

Draco breathed in deeply before looking at her once more. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He pushed himself up, wincing slightly. 

"What?" Hermione furrowed her brows, "I'm fine, honestly." 

Draco didn't reply though. He took a moment to get his balance and then began walking towards the hallway beyond the kitchen. "Malfoy, you need to rest!" She called after him before following, hot on his trail. 

"I will in a moment, calm down." He rolled his eyes and entered his room heading to his dresser. The young man opened a drawer and pulled out some clothing. Hermione stood in the doorway, looking at him in confusion. "Here," he told her before tossing the clothes at her. 

"I am not wearing your clothing." She scoffed at him. 

"Well your not sleeping in bloody clothing, I don't want that all over my sheets." The Slytherin raised an eyebrow at her but she just stood there baffled. 

"I-" 

"No, Granger, seriously. The bathroom is the door on the left, we'll scurgify your clothing in the morning. But for tonight just accept my very generous donation, because guess what Granger? For the next few hours we're safe, so put on the goddamn comfortable sweatpants and quit your nagging." Draco said with a snarky tone.