Bound

Chapter 8

Blink.
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Blink.
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Blink.
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Draco opened his eyes and left them open this time.

He squinted his eyes at the mess of apricot in front of him.

Is that fur?

Draco's eyes widened and he shot up from bed, he only noticed Hermione when she turned in her sleep.

His eyes widened even more, if that was even possible at this point.

What in Salazar's name was he thinking?!

Hermione suddenly rubbed her eyes and Draco's heart rate picked up by the passing second.

He quickly rolled of the bed and fell on the floor with a thud, accompanied by a gasp that wasn't his but a groan that was —without a doubt— his.

Hermione sat up in her bed suddenly and Draco rolled his body until he was under the bed and out of sights.

Now was not the time to deal with a hungover Granger.

Hermione squinted her eyes at the empty dorm, she swore that she heard a noise.

But the dorm was empty, even Draco was out of sights.

Hermione thought that maybe he was in the common room or in the bathroom, since her wrist wasn't hurt.

She rubbed her temples.

How much did she drink last night? Cause it sure feels like she drank a whole cellar.

But at the same time, Hermione didn't miss how this time —this night— she didn't wake up gasping for air, after witnessing herself and her friends getting tortured.

She thought about it for a while.

Hermione always had nightmares, it was a part of her morning routine at this point.

So why did she suddenly have the best night's sleep since forever?

No nightmares. No gasping for air. No crying afterwards. No nothing.

She was completely fine, with the exception of Crookshanks who was almost sleeping on her head when she woke up.

The night was still young, with almost three hours left for them to sleep.

Hermione sighed and got out of bed, she headed towards the bathroom.

After she closed the door behind her, Draco rolled himself from under the bed again.

"Damn you Granger for not letting me shower yesterday, now I smell even worse than yesterday." He murmured under his breath once he stood up and looked at how disheveled he looked.

He took in his surroundings.

What can he do to avoid Granger's ultimate interrogation?

He thought about getting in bed.

But wouldn't that be shady? That he only got in his bed after she left?

He cursed under his breath and exited the dorm, finally deciding on staying in the common room for a few minutes until she got back into bed.

He walked to the couch in front of the fireplace, flopping on it as he reached the it.

He rubbed his temples and sighed.

Why?

Was the question that Draco kept asking himself, sitting on the couch, sneaking into the dorm room, getting into his bed.