Title: In His Sleep Author: Silveris Rating: R Ship: DHr AN: The laptop got fixed just when I finished writing the next 6th chapter. So I edited everything, added a few bits from the original chapter and everything. Hope this one catches your fancy.

OOO Chapter Six. Morning

A loud banging on the door woke Hermione up. She didn't bother to check the time, but she knew it was around two or three in the morning. She grabbed a robe and ambled across her room.

The knocks kept coming, louder and faster.

"I'm coming!" Stop it, you moron! You're going to wake my neighbors up, she thought, promising to slug the early visitor as hard as she could. She also made a mental note to have Harry or Ron drill a peephole through her door.

She tightened the sash around her robe and turned the knob. "What is it?" she asked.

A wet Draco Malfoy stood at her doorway, his blonde hair plastered to his head and his black shirt clinging to his body. He looked spent and weary, but when his eyes met hers, he seemed to gather energy. He tossed his wet cloak into the room, and without warning, without giving Hermione a chance to ask, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him, his lips seeking hers hungrily and smothering her surprised gasp.

His kiss was wild and passionate-everything she expected from him-but it also contained a tenderness she never thought was there. She was feeling ecstatic and nervous at the same time, but those thoughts lay forgotten as he slid his hands from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back so he could pull her even closer.

She felt butterflies in her stomach when she felt his lips give hers a gentle nudge. She opened for him and shuddered slightly when she felt his tongue slide past her lips and teeth to taste her sweetness. She moaned-or he moaned-she couldn't tell. His tongue found hers and enticed her to dance. She angled her head to tighten their kiss and tugged his face closer by wrapping her fingers around his hair.

Then she felt his hands creeping lower until they rested on her bottom. He used this to pull her even closer to him, a position she would have normally found too intimate. But she didn't care. Not now.

It was then that she was made aware of the hardness pressing against her hip. She felt panic.

What's happening? Who is this? Is this Draco Malfoy? What is he planning to do?

Before she could imagine what would happen if they didn't stop, Malfoy slowly drew away, eliciting a groan of disapproval from her.

She looked up to stare at his silver eyes, but all she saw was the ceiling.

"What the-" she bolted up from her bed. She looked around and realized she was in her bedroom and the sun was slowly starting to rise.

"It was a dream..." she murmured, covering herself with her blanket. Just another one of those stupid dreams, she thought as she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

Then she heard a knocking.

"Is this a continuation of the dream?" she muttered. The knocks still kept on coming.

With a heavy heart and a glance around her room, hoping he could be hiding somewhere, she trudged into the living room.

"Hold on," she said as she put on her slippers and a robe.

When opened the door, her heart skipped a beat. It was Draco Malfoy, only this time, he was dry.

"What took you so long? I've been knocking for ages. Where you having one of those fairytale dreams you girls have where a knight in shining armor comes to romance you?" he asked. His expression was unreadble. Hermione's was not. She clearly looked shocked, and was blushing.

"Granger?" he asked as she tried to say something but failing. "Can I come in or are you going to keep me out here in the hall?"

She stepped back so he could enter. She quickly gathered her thoughts and said, trying to sound nonchalant, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, didn't Potter tell you? You're coming with me to Hogsmeade for the weekend. Business-related, of course. Weasel and the Weaselette were supposed to come with me but she's having a holiday and he, apparently, had stomach flu since last night. We're supposed to catch the early train, which leaves in two hours. And don't tell me you haven't packed because we are going to lose precious time," he said all in one breath.

Hermione took a few moments to process everything, after which she said, "Harry didn't tell me anything about that. Are you sure you're not making all this up?"

"What? To spend my weekend with you? Why would I?" he said a bit too quickly. He was busy looking at a painting on her wall that he didn't see her hurt expression.

Yeah, Malfoy, you jerk. Why would you want to spend two days with me? You probably had to cancel a few dates just to go with a stupid Mudblood like me. She glared at the back of his head icily, hoping her stare would boar a hole though.

Then she noticed the red light on her answering machine blinking. She leaned over and listened to the message. It was from Harry and he was explaining her new duty. He also added that he was going to follow them soon. Malfoy was telling the truth.

"I'll just go take a quick bath. We'll be out in an hour," she said, standing up.

Malfoy turned to look at her. "Well, what am I supposed to do while you're in there?"

"Entertain yourself. Cook something. Plan your weekend well and make sure you set aside a few hours searching for a harem," she shot back at him, stomping into her room, not giving him time to retaliate.

Smooth, Hermione. Now you just made yourself look like you're jealous or affected by what he said. Expose yourself, why don't you?

What was I supposed to do? Let him act all ferret-y? Why did he have to come? I just had either the best or worst dream I've had in a week and then he comes and does the thing he does best-being an ass.

The hour passed quite slowly. After a quick bath and a change of clothes, Hermione ordered Malfoy to reach a bag at the top of her closet. He complained that the stool he was standing on was too short and only after Hermione threatened to kick it did he quickly reach up and grab the bag. She made him wait outside as she a few clothes and some unmentionables, and when she came out, he carried her bag for her and they made their way to the station.

What a major attitude change, Hermione thought as they slid into Platform 9 3/4. Sometimes he's so nice, then in a second, he turns into an idiot. Then back into gentleman mode, and into insensitive ferret. What's his psychological damage?

Malfoy led her into a compartment where his belongings were waiting, along with a brown parcel. He placed her bag in the overhead compartment, did the same with his things although leaving the parcel where it was, and sat across her.

"So, what are we going to do in Hogsmeade?" she asked.

"First let me explain why we're going to Hogsmeade," he started, clearing his throat. He shrugged off his cloak, took off his tie, and loosened the top three buttons of his long-sleeved white shirt. Hermione struggled not to blush. He didn't notice. "We've got Death Eater activity. They're-we're-planning an attack on Hogsmeade on Sunday."

"Why are you bringing me along?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Shush! I'm not done yet. Anyway, the older members of the Order are thinking of a plan. I don't know everything, they wouldn't explain it all. As for you, no one is supposed to know you're coming with me, which is why Potter sent this."

He handed her the brown parcel. Hermione immediately knew what it was. The Invicibility Cloak. She simple nodded and didn't open it.

"You are supposed to spy on them-us, I mean. Then, before we start the attack, as I don't know what time they're planning it, you are to alert the Order so they can call reinforcements and capture as many Death Eaters as they can. Do you understand, Granger?"

"Wait, wait. You mean you want me to listen in on Death Eater meetings?"

"That's right."

"Then when they are going to set the time of the attack, I'll contact Moody and the others for back-up?"

"It sounds like one of those cop movies you told me, but yeah, that's pretty much it."

"Then what happens?"

"Well, the Order arrives, hopefully before the Death Eaters cause too much havoc. Then jinxes and curses will fly around Hogsmeade. You can join in the fun, if you want. However, McGonagall instructed me to stay out of it. My services will still be needed for future double-agent duties and they can't risk losing me yet."

"Why me? I mean, why do I have to go with you? Why not Tonks or someone else?"

Malfoy rolled up his sleeves, exposing the Dark Mark on his left arm. He looked out the window as the train slowly began to move.

"Don't you want to come with me?" he asked.

"I just thought you might want to bring someone more experienced. Or whatever," Hermione said sheepishly.

"Yeah, there's that," he said, grinning when he saw the indignant expression on her face on the reflection on the window. "But I also wanted someone I could talk to while I go through this. You're the only person in the Order who'd listen to me."

The sun was now fully up and the train was gathering speed.

"Hmmm..good morning, Granger."

Hermione smiled and nodded.

OOO

AN: Just four more chapters (or three...depends)! I am attacked by writers' block. I CANNOT think of anything anymore. So I wrote The Flatmate instead. I know, weird. But I just had to make another story to gain ideas for the finish of IHS. please don't avada me...