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Hermione woke with a start, her eyes wide as they darted around the room. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she pressed herself against the headboard and tried to calm her breathing, clutching a hand over her heart. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, sweat coating her forehead and making stray curls stick to her face until she pushed them back. It took a few minutes before she was able to drag herself from the bed, her heart still pounding in her chest from the vivid nightmare behind her eyes. Grabbing the soft, white towel from behind her door, she slid into the common room and padded across the floor. Filling a tall glass with ice water, she drained the entire thing before moving into the shared bath, hanging the towel near the expansive glass shower. Stripping her clothes off with shaking hands, she tossed them into the hamper, the material soaked with sweat. Spray burst from the shower, but before she could step in, a soft knock rapped against the door and she froze, looking towards the sound.
"Granger," His voice was heavy with sleep. "You were screaming."
Her face paled, embarrassment seeping into her bones. "I'm sorry" She called weakly, doing her best to keep her words steady.
"Shut up." He breathed, slapping his palm against the door in frustration. "You know I don't give a shit about being woken up."
"I'm fine." She whispered, stepping under the spray. Expecting him to go back to sleep, she jumped at the sound of his voice just outside the shower door.
"That's bullshit." He growled, leaning against the vanity and looking at her shadowed figure through the steam covered glass. "And why the hell are you silencing your room?" He snapped, anger clear in his voice. "Are you having nightmares that often?"
He watched her body slump against the wall and found it hard to keep the space between them, his fingers clenched tight against his palm. "I don't want to become too dependent on you." She finally said, leaning against the cool marble as the water washed over her body. "We only have a few more weeks of school and then who knows where you'll be."
Malfoy's jaw twitched, his eyes growing dark with frustration. Before he could think better of it, he slid the door open and stepped inside, the pair of athletic shorts he wore soaked and heavy against his hips. Hermione's eyes flashed and she crossed her arms nervously under his gaze.
Reaching out, Malfoy took her hands and uncovered her body, pulling her easily against his bare chest. "Why do you say that as if I plan on moving across the country? You may find this hard to believe, since you're such an insufferable pain in the ass," He leaned down to press a long kiss against her forehead. "But I plan on keeping you very close to me even after we leave this place." Hermione shook her head and looked up, her eyes red and swollen from tears.
"You've mentioned your mother pestering you for an heir already and I know how much you care about her." Malfoy could tell she was gearing up for a rant and quickly silenced her with a kiss, pushing his tongue gently into her mouth for a long moment before pulling away.
"Are you against having children? Because if so, I'll admit, that's something we'd need to discuss." Hermione's amber eyes widened, searching his face.
"What do you think we've been doing all year, Granger?" He asked, wondering where her confusion stemmed from. "Did you think these were just isolated hook ups?"
Hermione's lips parted, touching the thin white line across his chest to avoid his gaze. "You never told anyone about us. I thought..." She trailed off, brushing the skin along his hips bone where the scar disappeared.
His eyes softened and he lifted her chin, kissing her slowly. "I told Blaise. Who else would I need to tell?" He asked. "If you have plans to end this, please let me know, because otherwise I fully intend to marry you one day." He kissed the tip of her nose, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks. "Be dependent on me." He insisted, repeating her earlier words. "I am very much dependent on you." He covered her lips again and hugged her tight when she slipped her arms around his neck. "I love you." He breathed against her mouth, fanning his large hands over her back and holding her against his chest.
"I love you." She whispered, dragging her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the ends.
"You really thought we'd graduate and never see each other again? All because I mentioned my mother's letters on settling down after school?" Hermione shrugged, touching her lips to the corner of his jaw.
"I assumed your mother would want her only son to produce Pureblooded heirs." She answered warily, biting the inside of her cheek as he gazed down at her.
Confusion shone on his face and he brushed her hair back, the curls damp and heavy. "I've already told my mother about you, Granger." He traced her cheekbone carefully with his index finger. "Any grandchild she wishes me to have, she knows it will be with you."
"And you never thought to mention this?" Hermione smiled, raising a brow in his direction. Malfoy simply shrugged, smoothing a hand through his own platinum locks.
"I had no idea you were so hard headed." He shrugged, earning a playful smack against his chest. "I thought you were meant to be the clever one, and here I am finding out you thought we were just passing the time." She smacked him again and he caught her wrists, holding them over his heart.
"Please come back to bed with me."
She'd barely drifted off when she felt his lips ghost across her forehead, the nightmares that had plagued her moments ago kept at bay by his protective hold.