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Call of Nature
AN- Sorry for the long break in adding chapters. I had a death in the family and just couldn't seem to get my muse going again. Hope you enjoy!
He tossed and turned fretfully in the bed before throwing off the suffocating covers. Draco grumbled and threw his arm over his eyes to try to find a comfortable position, but sleep seemed so elusive. He couldn't understand why he had this constant nagging feeling at the pit of his stomach that he was missing something. Draco rolled over on his side and stared at the wall decorated in varying shades of green and silver before shutting his eyes once again. He remained still for maybe a minute before he rose up in bed and punched his pillow. "Stupid bloody insomnia," he muttered as he got out of bed, wearing only his black silk boxers. It was four in the morning and it seemed that he wouldn't get any sleep that night, much like the night before. Physically he was exhausted, and mentally he was annoyed and irritated. The altercation with Hermione earlier had really grated on his nerves, but he supposed that even know-it-alls had to let everything out once in a while.
Draco opened his door slowly, so the creaking wouldn't awaken Hermione, who was still sleeping on the couch, curled up in a little ball, with only some of her curls peeking out. He walked over to her slowly, his eyes stormy with emotions that he couldn't even begin to talk about, or understand himself. He watched her sleep, the most peaceful sleep he had seen from her in the past few weeks. As he made his way to the bathroom, he heard a soft sigh come from her and paused.
Hermione had thrown the cover from her face, and the moonlight was shining softly through the windows to bathe her in silvery light. Draco felt the strange hitching sensation once again in his chest as he looked at her, slowly moving closer to her sleeping form. He knelt down beside the sofa she was on and just looked at her. Without even realizing what he was doing, his hand reached out to cup her face gently. 'What the bloody hell am I doing?' he asked himself mentally running his thumb lightly over her cheek. She stirred lightly but didn't awaken. He leaned forward slowly and brushed his lips lightly over her forehead then pulled away, eyes wide with disbelief at his actions. 'I must be losing my mind!' he thought before getting up slowly and going to the bathroom. After the call of nature was satisfied, Draco ran some cold water in the sink and splashed it on his face to try to clear his muddled thoughts. 'Don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with me, but I need to stop and focus,' Draco thought just staring at himself in the mirror.
A soft noise from the door made him turn sharply. Hermione was standing in the doorway, leaning against it. "You done in here?" she asked, a yawn causing her nose to crinkle. Draco nodded and left, pausing just at the door.
"Are you...feeling better?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to have her explode with a new tirade. Hermione looked away for a second before nodding. "I...had your room cleaned while you were sleeping. I hope you don't mind," he added as he walked out of the bathroom to give her access.
Hermione went in, and started to close the door but stopped. "Draco...I...Thank you," she said softly before closing the door.
Draco looked at the door for a moment before whispering, "You're welcome...Hermione," before returning to his room and closing the door behind him. He leaned against it for a moment then sighed. The tugging in his chest just seemed to get worse. Maybe he should get it checked out; he had never felt anything like this before and it was really starting to worry him. Perhaps something was wrong. Making a note to talk to his head of house later on in the day, Draco flopped back down on the bed and pulled out a small book from under his pillow. After reading only a few pages, he was fast asleep. Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne never failed to put him to sleep, which was really annoying since Draco actually LIKED reading the stories the muggle writer had penned. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, though.
He tossed and turned fretfully in the bed before throwing off the suffocating covers. Draco grumbled and threw his arm over his eyes to try to find a comfortable position, but sleep seemed so elusive. He couldn't understand why he had this constant nagging feeling at the pit of his stomach that he was missing something. Draco rolled over on his side and stared at the wall decorated in varying shades of green and silver before shutting his eyes once again. He remained still for maybe a minute before he rose up in bed and punched his pillow. "Stupid bloody insomnia," he muttered as he got out of bed, wearing only his black silk boxers. It was four in the morning and it seemed that he wouldn't get any sleep that night, much like the night before. Physically he was exhausted, and mentally he was annoyed and irritated. The altercation with Hermione earlier had really grated on his nerves, but he supposed that even know-it-alls had to let everything out once in a while.
Draco opened his door slowly, so the creaking wouldn't awaken Hermione, who was still sleeping on the couch, curled up in a little ball, with only some of her curls peeking out. He walked over to her slowly, his eyes stormy with emotions that he couldn't even begin to talk about, or understand himself. He watched her sleep, the most peaceful sleep he had seen from her in the past few weeks. As he made his way to the bathroom, he heard a soft sigh come from her and paused.
Hermione had thrown the cover from her face, and the moonlight was shining softly through the windows to bathe her in silvery light. Draco felt the strange hitching sensation once again in his chest as he looked at her, slowly moving closer to her sleeping form. He knelt down beside the sofa she was on and just looked at her. Without even realizing what he was doing, his hand reached out to cup her face gently. 'What the bloody hell am I doing?' he asked himself mentally running his thumb lightly over her cheek. She stirred lightly but didn't awaken. He leaned forward slowly and brushed his lips lightly over her forehead then pulled away, eyes wide with disbelief at his actions. 'I must be losing my mind!' he thought before getting up slowly and going to the bathroom. After the call of nature was satisfied, Draco ran some cold water in the sink and splashed it on his face to try to clear his muddled thoughts. 'Don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with me, but I need to stop and focus,' Draco thought just staring at himself in the mirror.
A soft noise from the door made him turn sharply. Hermione was standing in the doorway, leaning against it. "You done in here?" she asked, a yawn causing her nose to crinkle. Draco nodded and left, pausing just at the door.
"Are you...feeling better?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to have her explode with a new tirade. Hermione looked away for a second before nodding. "I...had your room cleaned while you were sleeping. I hope you don't mind," he added as he walked out of the bathroom to give her access.
Hermione went in, and started to close the door but stopped. "Draco...I...Thank you," she said softly before closing the door.
Draco looked at the door for a moment before whispering, "You're welcome...Hermione," before returning to his room and closing the door behind him. He leaned against it for a moment then sighed. The tugging in his chest just seemed to get worse. Maybe he should get it checked out; he had never felt anything like this before and it was really starting to worry him. Perhaps something was wrong. Making a note to talk to his head of house later on in the day, Draco flopped back down on the bed and pulled out a small book from under his pillow. After reading only a few pages, he was fast asleep. Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne never failed to put him to sleep, which was really annoying since Draco actually LIKED reading the stories the muggle writer had penned. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, though.