Sleepless Nights

CHAPTER TWO


Hermione entered the library late in the evening as she finished her rounds. She had only had to take a few house points from Hufflepuff and thankfully did not have to issue any detentions. As she walked through the library to make certain everyone had cleared out, she stumbled across Draco, slumped over at a table in the back corner of the room.

“Hey, are you alright?” She asked as she approached him.

“Ugh, no, my head is killing me…maybe it’s a tumor or something.” He mumbled the last as he frowned.

“Most likely post traumatic stress….it will probably ease with time.” She said, feeling sorry for him as she stepped behind him and clasped his head in her hands. He didn’t fight her, his head hurt too bad. She tugged him back so that his head was pillowed back against her breasts and began to smooth her fingertips over his face and neck. He moaned softly as he felt the pain begin to ease.

“Are you sure it isn’t a spell?” He asked, his voice hushed and slightly slurred.

“No, it’s not a spell. I read a book about the healing power of touch. Massage can be used to ease all sorts of ailments, gets the blood flowing to areas that need it and what not.” She said, smiling softly as he relaxed completely against her. “Feeling better?”

“Yes. Thank you…again. Why are you being nice to me? No one else is, everyone here hates me.” He said. Hermione stepped around him and looked down.

“I don’t hate you Draco. I don’t agree with the choices you made previously, but I don’t hate you.” She reached out to pat his shoulder gently. “I finished the rounds and all is well, I’m going to go finish some homework and turn in, goodnight Dragon.” She said smiling softly.

“Goodnight….Hermione.” He used her name for the first time since they met. She stopped, her eyes widened for a moment and her smiled broadened before she left him alone in the library.

He watched her leave and sat there, baffled at the events of the last twenty-four hours. He had bullied and insulted her for the last several years, had almost gotten she and her friends killed, yet she still went out of her way to ease his pain. He wondered if she was one of those people who were drawn to injured creatures. He took a deep breath and smiled, pain free at last. Maybe now he could get that paper written. He gathered his things and headed back to his room. Hermione had the right idea, finish the homework and turn in.



Hermione heard the soft tapping at her door. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was three in the morning. The soft tapping sounded again.

“Who is it?” She called out.

“Um….it’s Draco.” Came the soft reply from behind the door.

“Come in.” She said as she pulled her blankets up to her shoulders. Draco pushed the door open slowly. He was wearing gray sleep pants and a white t-shirt as he stepped barefoot into her room. She could see that he felt horrible, his eyes were blank and his face taut with discomfort. “Can’t sleep again?” She asked.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“It’s okay Dragon. Come on.” She pushed her blanket aside and moved over for him.

“You want me to get in your bed?” His eyes widened and he took a surprised step back.

“I’m not sleeping on the sofa again, my neck is still sore. Don’t worry I know the idea of sleeping beside a mud-blood does nothing for you….”

“Please, don’t say that word…I am ashamed that I used it in the past. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said.

“You won’t, I’ve shared a bed with Ron and Harry and I survived.” She said on a yawn. “Just don’t snore in my ear and we will be fine.”

“Why would you be sharing a bed with those two…or do I want to know?” He asked as he crawled in beside her. She rolled onto her side and looked at him.

“Nothing like that, we just spent some time camping together, and of course the Weasley’s have a very small…odd little house. It was more like siblings sharing a bed, trust me.” She said. “Here, roll over with your back to me.” Draco rolled over and presented her with his back. He sighed heavily when he felt her hands on his shoulders, kneading and massaging the tense and knotted muscles there.

“I always assumed you and Weasley were…involved.” Draco said, moaning softly as her cool hands slid along his neck and into his hair.

“No, we thought that maybe we could have something, but it just wasn’t there.” She said as she slid the silky strands of his hair through her fingers. She raked her nails slightly over his scalp as her fingers traced down and over his ears.

“I think you have magic fingers.” He mumbled as he became lost in her touch.

“I am a witch you know.” She chuckled softly. She heard the soft, even breathing as he fell asleep beside her. ‘Poor thing’, she thought. She knew it had to be difficult for him to come to her for help. She was still amazed that she could be around him and not want to hurt him. The war had changed so much about her. She had always been mature for her age, but the events of the last year had changed her even more, made her see people differently. Maybe there was just something inside her that forced her to find the good in everyone.

She yawned softly as she pulled the blanket up and over Draco. She suspected he responded to her touch because he had not known much in the way of physical affection. She had cast a charm on him in the library to make certain that there was nothing physically wrong with him that was causing his pain and insomnia, his little comment about the tumor making her curious. He was fine, his problem was psychological, as she suspected. With time the memories would fade and so would the sleepless nights and the tension. For now, she would help him through it. Maybe if he had had someone to show him affection and caring earlier in his life, he wouldn’t be going through this now.

Hermione sighed and rolled over so they were back to back as she nestled into her bed and joined him in sleep.




Draco was having a wonderful, blissful, highly erotic dream. He was pressed snug against a soft, luscious little witch. Her round bottom was pressed into his groin as he pressed his massive erection against her. His chest was pressed into her back as he pressed soft, open mouthed kisses along the back of her sweetly scented neck and shoulder. His hands slid up her torso to cup her soft, round breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading softly, stroking his fingers over the nipples that hardened beneath his touch. He smiled as she called his name softly….

“Draco!” Hermione called his name in shock as she felt him, hard and….well big, as he pressed into her bottom. She could feel the soft, nibbling kisses along the back of her neck and over her shoulder. She gasped softly when his hands came around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. It shouldn’t feel so good to have his hands on her, but she couldn’t deny the heated pleasure that washed over her.

“Draco!” She called again as he pinched one taut nipple between his fingers.

“I’m here, love...” He said, his words slightly muffled against her shoulder.

“Draco, wake up!” She said as she reached behind her to tug his hair gently.

“Ouch, what the…” Draco opened his eyes, fully awake. He froze, his dream hadn’t been a dream….he was in fact hard as stone and pressed against a soft, round bottom, his lips were a hairsbreadth from her skin, and his hands were filled with full, soft breasts.

“Could you maybe let go of my breasts…..and perhaps remove your….member from against my bottom?” Hermione asked, somewhat amused by the situation, a lot confused by her reaction to his touch.

“Oh God!” Draco practically leapt from the bed. “Fuck, I am so sorry, so, so sorry!” He said, standing beside her bed staring at her in horror. Hermione rolled onto her back, propping herself up with her hands behind her. She smiled as she stared at the erection now tenting the front of his sleep pants.

“Don’t sound so horrified Draco, you were dreaming, besides, I’m somewhat flattered.” She said with a laugh. “I have to admit though, that’s pretty impressive.” She said, staring pointedly at his crotch. Draco looked down and felt his face heat. He pulled the hem of his t-shirt down in an attempt to cover it, but the shirt was just too short.

“I didn’t mean…I wouldn’t…” He stammered, trying to figure out what to say.

“I know Draco, it’s a morning thing, yada yada yada, you would never be aroused by a filthy mud….”

“Don’t say it.” Draco said roughly. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that. I was going to apologize for being forward. Yes, it is a morning thing, but it also had to do with sharing a bed with a soft, warm woman, your bloodline has no bearing on that.” He said, his eyes flashing.

“Oh. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” She said, upset that she had automatically concluded that he would insult her.

“It’s alright…understandable. I should just go and….well, I should just go.” He said as he turned and headed towards the door. “Thank you, again. I’m sorry I keep imposing on you…I just need some sleep, desperately, and being with you…well I can sleep without the nightmares.” He said, blushing.

“It’s no imposition Dragon, you and I, we can be friends you know, and I will try to help you through this. You can sleep in here when you need to Draco, it’s alright.” She said. He nodded slightly and disappeared through the door. Hermione lay back against her pillows and smiled to herself, she must be a glutton for punishment, but she really thought she could help him, maybe with her kindness, she could actually help him become a good man.