Inside Your Mind

lucky ones

Lucky Ones - Lana Del Rey

November 21st 1998

A soft snore filled the silence that had settled in the common room.

'That's my cue.' Blaise muttered under his breath as Hermione let out a small laugh.

Hermione watched as Blaise carefully picked up the sleeping red head and carried her up the stairs to the bedrooms.

'She's like clockwork.' Draco whispered into Hermione's ear, pointing to the clock on the wall.

He was right, Hermione thought with a small smile, Ginny always fell asleep at midnight.

It was quiet once more in the common room and Hermione poured half the remaining Firewhiskey into Draco's glass before finishing the rest off in her own.

'Trying to get me drunk, Granger?' Draco asked with a raised brow.

'You wish.' She muttered as she took a sip of the fiery liquid.

The truth was, though she would never admit this out loud, she was terrified to be alone with him. Despite spending months alone with him on a Saturday after Blaise took Ginny to bed and over homework during the week, ever since she had had that dream a few days ago, the thought of being around Draco set Hermione's cheeks ablaze and she could barely control her heartbeat.

Simply sitting on the sofa with him like this bought a faint pink blush to her cheeks when she remembered the dream.

'I feel as though you've been ignoring me.' Draco said, breaking the silence.

'I haven't.' Hermione said, too quickly for it to be the truth.

'I beg to differ. Ever since I woke you up the other morning you can barely look me in the eye.'

Hermione looked at him then as if to prove him wrong but, as she stared into his eyes, her breath caught in her throat and she took a sip of Firewhiskey to settle her racing heart.

'Granger, tell me what's bothering you.' Draco insisted as he absentmindedly leant closer to her and the smell of peppermint tickled her nostrils.

'I can't.' She whispered before she had the chance to stop herself.

'You can tell me anything.' He whispered back, absentmindedly reaching out to play with one of her loose curls.

'I had a dream about you.'

'I know.' He smirked.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at his reply. 'How did you know?'

'You were mumbling when I walked in that morning. I said "Granger" in an attempt to wake you up and you went "Call me Hermione" in a very... suggestive way. It doesn't take a genius like me to figure out what kind of dream you were having.'

As Draco explained he continued to play with Hermione's curls and every so often his finger would gently graze along her jaw. Without realising Hermione had closed her eyes at the sensation and when Draco finished his explanation, and Hermione opened her eyes again, she saw that he was glancing at her lips. She flicked her tongue out to lick them, seeing his eyes flash at the movement, and leant in a little closer.

'Do you want me to tell you what it was about?' She whispered.

Draco, so-called Slytherin Sex God, couldn't speak. He simply nodded and waited to hear the words fall from Hermione's mouth. She leant in closer still, her lips pressed to his ear, and explained in salacious detail the dream that she had had about him.