Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

13. Sleeping with the slytherin

Hermione glared at him as he walked back towards the house, his words didn't hurt her, not after everything else that had just happened. When she saw the whole family standing there, no doubt listening to everything that had just been said, or rather, screamed, she could have just died. She hadn't cried the entire time her and Ron had been yelling at each other, but realizing that everyone now knew exactly what she had been up to, she felt tears running down her cheeks.

She made her way to the house, and when she got through the door, and wiped at her face. "I'm just going to head back to school, I have some stuff to take care of." She lied. She couldn't bear to stay there another minute after what everyone had just heard. She made her way inside to collect her things, fully intent on going back to school and hiding in her bed for at least a week.

Hermione put all the gifts she had received into a bag she had magically enhanced for such occasions, and gathered the rest of her things. She apologized to everyone meekly before she went outside, getting far enough from the house to apparate. When she finally made her way to the school, she went straight to the dorm, dropping her things on the couch, and going straight to her room. She couldn't believe the night she had, and after toeing her shoes off, she curled up on her bed, still wearing her coat.

Draco didn't know why, but he felt more unsettled at home these last few days than he ever had. It just didn't feel like home anymore, he supposed. After all the Christmas festivities were over, and his mother had gone to bed, Draco decided to sneak out and return to the school. Despite everything that happened at the castle, these last two months he actually felt comfortable there. His head dorm was like a safe place.

He was in his room, changing for bed, when he heard a noise. Hermione's door sounded like it was being opened and closed again. Confused, Draco pulled on a shirt (a rarity, but it was a particularly chilly night) and, after a brief hesitation, he crossed through the bathroom and knocked gently on the door leading to her room. "Hermione?" he asked, uncertain.

Hermione sniffled, wiping at some tears away that had escaped. She expected to be alone, at least for another day. When she heard the knock, and Draco calling her name, she sighed. "What?" She said, her voice cracking a little. She couldn't handle anymore drama tonight, and decided he didn't need to know what she had learned tonight.

He couldn't be sure, but he thought she sounded upset. He didn't want to bother her. He wasn't good with girls and their emotions. "Just surprised, is all. Making sure it's you. I didn't think you'd be back so soon." Typically he would just invite himself in, but it didn't feel right at the moment.

She didn't move from her bed, though she did roll over to look at the door. "I didn't expect you to be here, either." She said, she felt weird talking through the door, and after a moment, said "You can open the door." She offered, not feeling like getting up to open it for him.

Draco did just that, opening the door and positioning himself in the doorway, leaning against it casually with his arms crossed over his chest. "Things didn't go so well at the Weasleys," he assessed rather than asked. But he didn't need to know what happened. "So, what do you want to do about it?" She could either go to bed now and cry herself to sleep, or find a more interesting way to forget the day she'd had. It was entirely her choice.

Hermione sat herself up on the bed, looking at him, and considering what he'd said. She knew the underlying context to his question, and thought about whether or not she wanted to go there. "I think the better question is what are you gonna do about it?" She asked him, deciding that a distraction was exactly what she needed right now. She didn't want to think about Ron, and Harry, and the entire Weasley family right now.

Draco was actually sort of surprised by what was basically an open invitation. But, it wasn't an invitation he'd be dumb enough to decline. He walked over to her, climbing straight on top of her and crashing his lips down on hers. She clearly needed to have her mind blown, and he would do what he could to do that for her. Holding his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, his hands both tangled into her mane of hair. He groaned into her mouth as he deepened his kiss with the far too heavily clothed girl.