Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter universe, other than perhaps some original characters and concepts if I feel like putting those in. Everything else belongs to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling - she's just nice enough to let me use her characters and world in my personal playground.
Hermione groggily turned over in her sleep, or at least tried to do so. However, she was unable because the edge of the bed was much closer than she was expecting, so she moved to turn in the other direction. Yet, something unfamiliarly solid and warm was blocking her movements. Her eyes shot open and Hermione had to stifle a gasp as she realized she was lying much too close on a tiny couch to none other than Draco Malfoy. Wha…what?! What's going on? Though her body was frozen in shock from the unexpected situation, thoughts raced unrelentingly throughout her head as she tried to recall how she had gotten there.
First order of business…getting out of here…Draco still slumbered serenely on as Hermione carefully extracted herself from within his unconscious embrace. She cursed quietly under her breath as she realized his hand had been resting under her shirt on her abdomen. This is too embarrassing. Praying that he wouldn't wake, she slowly stood once finally free of his arms and legs which had previously been wrapped around her own. After gingerly placing his arm back on the couch and being careful not to look at his bare torso, she backed away from the sofa as quickly and quietly as possible.
She leaned against the doorframe of the entryway to the stairs which led to her side of the Heads' Dormitory once she had reached it, finally feeling the remaining effects of last night's partying. The room around her spun as she made her slow, careful ascent into her bedroom where she let herself fall ungracefully onto her bed to gather her wits before continuing to the bathroom she shared with the Head Boy who lay half-naked in their common below.
Once she again trusted her motor skills, Hermione pushed herself off the bed and turned the tap in the shower, letting the water reach its heat while she brushed her teeth and stripped down to nothing. As she stepped under the spray, she immediately felt the healing effects of the warm water. But, as the fogginess leftover by the copious amounts of Firewhiskey and Butterbeer she had consumed during last night's festivities left her, the puzzle pieces in her memory began to align.
Author's Note: This is my first story on the site; please enjoy it! (Sorry the prologue is so short, but I have multiple chapters already written, so no worries!) Feel free to review with any comments other than flames. Compliments, story suggestions, plot questions, and constructive criticism are, however, extremely welcome.