Fierce and feisty

A Night's Rest

Harry Potter is not my's. I owns nothing. All's belongs to JK Rowling madam.

DRACO'S POV

Draco felt odd being at peace. Granger had gone to sleep in his arms and where he should have felt disgust at being so chummy with any woman, what he felt could only be described as peace. He decided he liked the feel of her. He gazed down at her face which was in a little pout as she dreamed.

When he had returned from the Room of Requirement, to give the two women some time alone, he saw a yellow envelope on the common room table. No doubt the Weasel's sorry arse had decided to write to Granger that day. He would have waited for Granger, but a Malfoy would never wait for anyone. So he had done the most logical thing at the time- torn the envelope open. Nothing a little magic couldn't fix. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

From that one letter, Draco could deduce that the Weasel had indeed been feeding very unconvincing lies to Granger. He had mentioned meeting with her at Hogsmeade this weekend and if Draco understood correctly, he meant to propose. Like hell Granger was going to meet him. He would not allow it. But then again, who was he to decide for her? Draco understood that his Gryffindor would not take orders from him, but his manipulation had to come in use somewhere.

With that, he decided to move the woman in his arms to the bed. He wanted to take her to his dorm room, but he knew better than that. Smirking at the sleeping face, he thought, it would be too much for one night. His little plan to seduce and claim her was already going too well, he could not cross a line and ruin it now. So he entered her room, which was all red and gold, and laid her down on the bed. He was turning to leave, when he saw the sage-green robes a little black from the flame she had lit. He sat down beside her and lifted her into a sitting position, her head on his shoulder, as he used his wand to remove the cloak off her. She was dressed in a cream white jumper and knee-length blue leggings which hugged her figure. Draco wanted nothing more than to run his hands over her right then, but he controlled himself.

Tucking her in as she moaned, he willed himself to leave the room. He fixed the letter and left it as it had been. He headed to his own dorm, but thought the better of it and instead sat down on the window seat. He gazed at the full moon, his thoughts wandering to the delicious little witch next door. 

Sleep visited him that night, though for only a few hours. He realized that all night, it was the first time in weeks, he'd slept nicely. Even more astonishing was the fact that the first time in weeks, there was no screaming from the other door.