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Jealousy	By : brandnewdaydawning Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 78826 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Draco!"
Draco was warm all the way down deep in his bones. The sort of warmth that penetrated your soul over hours or days or months of slow heat. Hermione was like a furnace that chased away the ever-present chill of the dungeon and Draco flexed his body along hers, maximizing contact with all her delicious soft skin. He didn't think he'd ever felt so relaxed in his life. He turned his head a breathed in the scent of her hair and it was like being enveloped in a Patronus spell. He wavered in consciousness, drifting in that place between awake and asleep and found this delirious dream-state to be better than any fantasy he'd ever had.
"Draco!"
He must have fallen asleep he realized even as he heard his name repeated a second time. He blinked his eyes, cottoning on to the fact that someone was whispering his name and that was what had woken him up in the first place. The person, Blaise, repeated himself a third time, a little louder, followed by a sharp "get up you lazy fuck."
He glanced at his watch, seeing it was an ungodly 5 in the morning, and groaned silently. Rather than spring out of bed he burrowed deeper into his mattress, flexing his hand on Hermione's round hip to pull her closer and letting his eyes drop shut again. This was too good to waste with wakefulness.
"DRACO" Louder yet again. The Git was going to wake her. Reality was intruding rather rudely and he floundered a few seconds trying to figure out how to keep it at bay. This had better be damned important.
"Shut UP!" Draco finally hissed back when Blaise practically shouted his name in a whisper. Blaise wasn't stupid enough to open the curtains and try to shake him awake and Draco was grateful. Assault one classmate when woken unexpectedly and they tended to treat you as violent and dangerous while sleeping forever after. Ah the perks of being considered unstable and unpredictable. Even if his temper was as smooth as glass he wouldn't let anyone know it.
He cursed as quietly as he could while still being heard as he tried to figure out how to get out of bed without disturbing Hermione. He had to extract an arm from underneath her and there was no way to get the leg he had draped over her thigh off of her without jostling her and then there was getting out of the tangle of blankets without exposing her to the cold night air, all of this without pulling her hair. It was as dicey as any Quiddich game. As it was he was awfully glad she was asleep so she didn't have to see him at his most clumsy as he rolled out of bed to his feet barely managing to avoid falling on his ass or bashing his head on his night stand.
"Draco!" The idiot hissed again just as Draco whipped his curtain back and pushed Blaise away from his bed as he came out.
"What!" Draco snarled back. The icy morning air of the dungeon wrapped around him highlighting the loss of Hermione and he felt bereft and alone standing barefoot on cold stone. The wonderful rare relaxed feeling was receding rapidly being replaced with irritation. He was never going to be able to get back to where he was. She would wake up and life would resume and this moment would probably be gone forever never to be repeated. It wasn't like she was his and he would be able to share all his nights with her. This was a one time indulgence and now it was ruined.
Blaise shamelessly craned his head around to sneak a peek and Draco yanked the pull to close his curtains with a final snap that probably woke the girl if nothing else had.
"Harry Potter is downstairs demanding we release Hermione Granger into his custody. I'd assume that was insane if I hadn't just gotten a glimpse of her in your bed!. What the hell are you playing at Draco?"
Being friends since birth did give a person some personal license, and really he was amazed he hadn't been questioned more thoroughly by Blaise earlier, but he still had no intention of answering so he chose silence and he glanced around for his shoes. He vaguely remembered kicking them off and managing to get his tie undone one handed before he'd succumbed to sleep. He had to fish around for them blindly with one hand, not wanting to open his curtains back up and Blaise could take that smirk he was sporting and shove it where the sun did not shine. He did not appreciate Slytherin all-knowing smugness being pointed in his direction.
"You let him in the door?" He asked as he tried putting his shoes on without undoing the laces and found himself struggling with a task he'd been able to do unaided since he was three. Blaise was unable to answer for a few seconds as he tried to keep the noise from his snickering down. He sobered instantly when Draco whipped out his wand but luck most foul Draco didn't intend to hex his source of information. He merely needed help with the shoe situation.
Draco had a certain unpublished weakness that he usually kept hidden by not getting out of bed until the cobwebs cleared from his brain and he had enough mental fortitude to out fox everyone around him. Anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes in the morning he was an absolute mental midget and could make a Hufflepuff seem bright and articulate in comparison.
"Of course not. I told him to bugger off and that he was insane and that was when he started demanding to see you."
Done with the footwear Draco lurched to his feet glancing around for his cloak as he did up his cuffs. It wouldn't do to be seen by an outsider looking like he'd just stumbled out of a brothel. He got a glimpse of his hair in the mirror and was distracted long enough to straighten it.
"For Merlin's sake Draco hurry up. If he manages to wake up Snape banging on the door again we are all done for!" Draco felt on point enough to shoot the frazzled boy his patented snooty look without acknowledging that he was correct. Haste was probably wise so he checked his pocket to make sure his wand was secure as he made his brisk way to the door. He looked back briefly, wondering if he should wake her before deciding to handle the issue on his own. She'd fled Gryffindor for a reason and he wasn't going to make her deal with it until she was ready. Potter be damned.
Hermione learned new things every day. Today she learned that Draco Malfoy would never be able to sneak out of bed with no one the wiser. Also, he was a cuddle whore in his sleep. She smiled as she brought his pillow around to her front and wrapped her arms around it breathing in his scent while she eavesdropped on his conversation with Zabini silently vowing to stay in his nice warm bed for the foreseeable future. Her friends could kiss her ass. There was a wonderful freedom in not having any of them know where she was and she relished it.
Of course her short lived serenity was not to be. She repeated Zabini's words in her mind as she slowly sat up, straining to hear better. Surely Harry would not be here. She had no idea what time it was, but it felt like the middle of the night. Even if he had checked the Mauraders map to figure out where she was he had no business coming down here to harass her. If she had wanted to talk to him she wouldn't be hiding out in the heart of Slytherin to avoid him. She stretched out on her stomach to push one of Draco's shoes into his questing hand and smiled as he finally managed to grasp it and pull it out. It was uncharacteristically sweet of him to try so hard not to disturb her. Of course, he might just be praying that she stayed unconscious so she wouldn't blubber all over him again.
Burning with embarrassment she buried her head in her arms as Zabini got increasingly worked up as Draco took his sweet time putting on his shoes. Draco's voice was still thick with sleep, lacking his usual sharp bite and she enjoyed the way it played over her senses. They made their way out of the room relatively quietly and Hermione turned over on her back and stared at the ceiling. Zabini was right, if Snape caught her here everyone would be in trouble. She really was putting Draco in a bad position. He had been so kind to her, taking her in no questions asked. It really was adding insult to injury expecting him to take care of the Harry problem just so she could avoid her problems for a while. Where was her Gryffindor courage?
Maybe she should transfer to Ravenclaw. Though with all of her bad choices lately maybe she was no longer qualified. Hufflepuff was probably more her speed.
She sighed and sat up running her fingers through her hair and digging some sleep out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes still felt puffy and sore, she probably looked a right mess. She was willing to bet that Slytherin pureblooded girls probably cried pretty. Nice and dainty, with a handkerchief to whisk away any extra moisture. Well she was definitely a Gryffindor crier. Big noisy tears and plenty of hiccupping and fluids. She cupped her hand and huffed into it, trying to tell if her breath smelled. No idea. She scooted over to her shoes, placed neatly by the bed and retrieved her wand from the inside of the left one so she could do a basic tooth cleansing and face wash charm. She pushed her hopeless hair behind her ears and squished her feet in her shoes but hesitated at pulling Draco's cloak down from the hook hanging by the bed. She sure as hell couldn't traipse around the castle in her wrinkled school uniform looking like a homeless cast off. She'd already imposed on him plenty, what was one more thing?
The cloak was luxurious and heavy, black as night on the outside, green as jealousy on the inside. She swung it around herself, feeling small and cherished by Draco's scent. It was hands down the softest material she had ever felt against her skin. She flipped up the hood and cast the same Disillusionment charm she had used to come in unnoticed and peeked around the curtains. Two of the beds still had their curtains closed and there were no people awake and about. She glanced at the wall mirror as she made her way to the door, pleased to see only ripples caused by her movement. A spell well done was always a satisfaction. No one was in the common area, making her spell casting an unnecessary precaution, still such forethought had kept Harry alive often enough that she rarely regretted her tendency to over prepare. She glanced at the wall clock, noting the early hour, before silently opening the door and going into the hall.
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