Hermione awoke to the sound of Draco gasping.
"No, no, no! Please..." he muttered.
It hurt her heart, squeezing it with each plea. She reached across to shake his shoulder. He jolted and then was silent. It weighed heavy on her as she waited.
"Hermione?"
"Yes," she said, a little hoarsely.
"You can go back to sleep," he mumbled into his pillow.
She pushed herself up in bed until she was leaning against the bedpost. "The one about the manor?"
"You died this time," he whispered, barely audible, but she still heard his voice crack.
"Come here." She reached out and guided his head to rest against her chest. She could feel the tears collected on his eyelashes as they slid against her skin. She searched for anything to say that might help. "It's over. They're all dead now."
He shifted and pressed his face even harder against her. His chin was a little pointy but she allowed it.
"You're not," he mumbled.
He reached around her to squeeze her in a half-hug.
"No," she agreed. "And you're not."
She leaned down and kissed the eyelid tilted towards her, tasting the salty tears.
They stayed that way until Draco's breathing turned heavy again with sleep.
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Not So Different (DraMione)
FanfictionA place to collect all my Dramione Oneshots: a mix of fluff, hurt/comfort, and humor (but usually kissing is involved) 1. Hermione comes home from a long day at work expecting an empty house (Fluff/Humor) 2. The nights aren't always kind (Hurt/Comfo...
