Draco POV
I walk back into the house, I don't take my shoes off because Hermione refuses to let me clean the house. I didn't realize how long we were gonna be here, the fall of Voldemort is taking longer than I thought. I curse the stupid Potter, who is probably helplessly running around the country not getting any closer to getting rid of Who-Know-Who. I peek in the dining room and kitchen, finding a dirty plate but no Hermione. 'She must have gone to her room by now, it is pretty late.'
I climb up the stairs and down the hall, her door is opening a little. I softly knock on it before pushing it up so I can look in the room a little. I chuckle when I see Hermione asleep on her window bench. I walk up to her and feel the now very chilly breeze of the night, I leaned over her to close the window silently. I still don't want to leave her like this, so I grab her purple comforter from her bed and drag it over to her. I cover her with it and softly kiss her head before I leave the room, closing the door behind me quietly.
I go to my room which is on the other side of the hallway and two doors down. I close my door behind me and get dressed in some comfortable clothes, just sweats, before jumping on my back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. When I was younger, before Hogwarts, my parents and I used to come to the house every summer. I had stuck quidditch and Slytherin posters all over my ceiling, now it looks like what I had left it so many years ago on our last trip but I had added a small red flower. The poppie is dead by now but it's petals never fell off, so I leave it to hang up there reminded me everyday why I am risking everything every time I walk out of this house.
I only want her safe, I believe she can take care of herself but I believe the wizarding world is too dangerous for a mudblood to be walking around right now. I slowly fall into a dreamless sleep has I stare at the flower.
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{short chapter sorry }
