A/N: I know I know, another chapter together, I am surprised as well. It is a little shorter than normal, but I felt where I stopped it was natural. As always drop a comment if you feel so inclined :)
"And suddenly you know...It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings." -Unknown
Day 3 of rescue (nightfall)
He had been out for almost ten hours, Hermione knew he had drank a high dose of the potion, but she still was worried for him, the witch wasn't sure exactly why, but every time she thought she didn't hear his small intake of breath she would put her ear gently against his chest until she heard his breathing again, and like many other times she pushed her ear gently to him, each time she did so she couldn't help but feel warmth spread through her, settling into her veins, as his sent filled her senses, it scared her and intrigued her all at the same time, and even though all he had was a good scrub down instead of a proper wash, his sandalwood sent was hard to miss, she was surprised at how comfortable she felt bent over the bed, resting her head on his lower chest.
Hermione awoke suddenly to movement under her cheek, her eyes flew open at the sound of muttering, it was in that moment when she realized she had fallen asleep on Draco. She carefully lifted her head up to peer up at the blonde, his eyes were starting to flutter open and shut again quickly, she was glad that he didn't wake up again to find her in some way on top of him, there was only so many excuses she could give before it looked pathetic. He stirred and mumbled something incoherently again, she figured he would be pretty out of it until the potion completely wore off.
"You," he moaned softly, "smell nice." Draco said groggily, with a sloppy smile on his face. Her heart skipped a beat until she realized that he couldn't be talking about her.
"Malfoy," she squeezed his hand gently to try and stir him the rest of the way awake, but he said nothing, "Draco, wake up. How do you feel?" His sliver eyes drew slowly open until they sleepily settled on her.
"You're beautiful too." He seemed to be speaking to her as he started lightly chuckling as he turned his head away from her with grin on his face.
What in Godric's name was happening, there was no way he would ever say any of this without the aid of the draught. He almost seemed drunk. It was a little funny after she thought about it, Draco would probably rather be beaten in quidditch a thousands times by Harry than to be saying any of this to her. She debated just going to sleep on her bed and leave him to his mumbling, but the Slytherin in her wanted to see what else she could get out of him, but in the end her good natured side won out, she started to move away from the wizard until she felt his hand lace between her fingers, stopping her.
"Please stay," he gripped her hand tighter, "you make the nightmares better." Hermione felt her heart tighten in her chest as affection spread through her veins for the person laying in front of her, she figured that he didn't really know what he was saying, but it didn't make her want to leave.
"Ok," before she could readjust her sitting position, Draco pulled her down next to him, and before she could think any better of it, she gently laid her head on his chest and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Day 4 of rescue
Hermione had never slept so well in a very long time, she begrudgingly admitted that the trios time on the run had really affected her sleep habits, always keeping one eye open in case of an attack. She stretched her limbs, as the nights events started coming back to her, oh Merlin she thought in shock, she slept with Draco Malfoy, and it was the best nights sleep she had gotten in she couldn't even remember when.
"Quite comfortable are you?" The silk of his voice seeped into her, causing chills to run down her spine, she was completely frozen, waiting for him to yell or more like push her off of him. She dared a glance at him, and to her disbelief he seemed relatively calm, he even looked like he felt better. For the first time in her life she wasn't sure what to do, she thought when he was coherent that she would want nothing more than to bolt to the other side of their small house, but if she was being honest with herself, she was perfectly content to lay there with him.
"I asked you to stay," Draco spoke quietly, like it was more to himself than to her. It surprised her that he even remembered what he had said, "If that is why you're worried, then you can calm down now, I'm not so much of a bastard that I'd get angry with you when you were just doing what I asked." He met her gaze, causing her heart to beat faster, she would evaluate why he was making her act this way later, for now she really didn't want to move. Draco swept his gaze down to her lips and her world stopped on its axis, he started to lean in and instead of doing the logical thing and shoving him away she closed her eyes until she felt his firm but soft lips on hers, melting her worries and anxieties away. She slowly pushed herself closer to him, snaking her fingers through his silken hair, kissing him fully back, a low moan escaped the back of his throat, as he gathered her against him, kissing her fiercely back. They finally broke apart, their breathing labored. Hermione had never been kissed like that, even by Ron, the one everyone thought she should end up with, well everyone except her, she supposed that was another reason she went on this mission, to give her time to think, but now after what just happened she couldn't picture herself kissing Ronald again.
"So," Hermione trialed off not really sure what she wanted to say.
"So," Draco reiterated softly down to her, "I am upset that you would make think that the Weasel brewed my sleeping potion." He winked at her, with a sly smile playing on the corner of her lips. Breaking the tension, she just threw her head back and laughed. She wasn't sure what would happen now, but she was confident that they both couldn't go back to the way things used to be.