Sleepless Nights

A/N: Just a short, syrupy chapter LOL more interesting things to come.

Sygnus, you poor baby, I cant even begin to imagine how bad that must feel, and then to be subjected to the military ER, ive only ever liked the one at Tripler in Hawaii (I get to use Civilians here in Indiana, the coach for the Colt's sister is one of my baby docs)

CHAPTER NINE


Draco was thoroughly exhausted by the time he made his way to the dorm. He entered the common room, locking and warding the door behind him as he went. It was dark, the lights extinguished and the fire had burned out already. His head ached slightly as he climbed the stairs and entered his room, tossing his robes and uniform into a chair and then he changed into his cotton sleep pants and t-shirt.


He had just spent two hours helping to oversee detentions. He hated it, the constant disrespect and snickering comments just grated on his nerves. Would anyone ever let him move on? It was hard to make the effort to change when your past mistakes were thrown up in your face continually. He looked over at his bed for a moment, debating on whether or not he wanted to even try sleeping in his own bed. He smirked slightly, hell no. He left his room and made his way across the hall to Hermione’s.


Her door was slightly ajar, and he could see the soft glow of candlelight and hear the low, pulsing beat of music from inside. He pushed the door open and nearly bit his tongue. She was wearing those cotton shorts again, and a little tank that barely covered her belly. She was dancing to the music coming from the speakers on her bureau. The slow, pulsing sound of the music had her rocking and gyrating her hips in time with the beat.

He stood there, heart pounding in his chest, the weariness and headache forgotten as he watched the sensuous, slow undulations of her body. It took her a few moments to realize she was no longer alone. She blushed slightly when she saw him.

“Dragon! I didn’t hear you come in.” The song she had been dancing to ended, and the soft haunting strains of Norah Jones song Come Away With Me began to drift through the room.

“So I noticed.” He said with a smile as he stepped close and pulled her into his arms, rocking slowly to the soft song. “Having a little fun?” He asked.

“I got bored waiting for you to come in.” Her fingers played in the silky strands of his hair as they danced.

“It dawned on me that I haven’t slept in my bed in almost a month.” He slid his hands over her back, and down to the curves of her bottom.

“Are you trying to tell me you no longer care to share a bed with me?” She asked.

“I don’t see that happening.” He said softly. “It was just an observation.”

“I like having you close to me, you keep me warm.” She smiled and pressed herself tighter against him.

“That’s me. Draco Malfoy, wealthy pure-blood, Slytherin, reformed almost death eater and bed warmer extraordinaire.” He drawled as his hips pressed into hers, rocking slowly to the music.

“Have you thought any about the ball? It’s in less than two weeks you know.” She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the soft spicy scent of him left her intoxicated.

“Other than the fact that I can’t wait to step into the hall with you on my arm….” He trailed off when he felt her press her lips to the pulse pounding at the base of his throat.

“I thought maybe we could go as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett.”

“Who are they?” He asked, loving the feel of the lush little witch in his arms.

“Characters from a muggle novel. Mr. Darcy is a wealthy aristocrat, a bit of a snob and elitist, and Miss Elizabeth was from a less wealthy family, a bit of a bookworm who at first did not care for Mr. Darcy in the slightest, but they fell in love anyhow.”

“Sounds familiar.” He smiled down at her. “What sort of costume are we talking here? I’m assuming we will be one of the few couples not dressed in gruesome Halloween costumes.”

“Victorian style clothing, though I have no idea where to get the dress or what to do with my hair.” She said, pursing her lips slightly as she pondered the situation.

“We can ask Mum about it tomorrow, did you remember to get a pass from McGonagall?” He asked.

“Yes, though I’m still nervous about seeing your parents after our last encounter.”

“I think mum learned her lesson, I doubt she will wander into any room without knocking if she thinks we are alone inside.” He chuckled. Hermione slid from his arms as the song ended and turned off the music. She turned down the oil lamp at her bedside until it extinguished and crawled into her bed, holding her arms open.

“Come to bed Dragon.” She said softly as Draco climbed in after her, laying his head on her breasts and moaning softly as she stroked his hair. “Detentions were rough tonight weren’t they?”

“Same old story. Blatant disrespect, whispered insults, the young ones cowering when I walk by. Seems I am forever to be punished for my misguided choices.” He sighed wearily.

“Just give it time Dragon, they will eventually see you as I do.” She kissed the top of his head softly and stroked his hair until he fell asleep.




****People who know me also know that I am rarely without music playing...my Ipod currently has over 300 songs on it from every Genre....I mean every Genre...you can go from Afroman to Beethoven to Johnny Cash to Ozzy Osbourne.......this song was playing as I was thinking about slow dancing in the candlelight wearing PJs.LOL


Come Away With Me by Norah Jones

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me