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Chapter 1
Morning After
Draco
Draco was sitting in his room. He should be getting ready for classes like every other morning. Instead he is just sitting and looking at his bed, were Hermione fucking Granger was sleeping in. He couldn't quite figure out how did he end up having her in his bed? All he had was couple of whiskey shots and he wakes up on the floor and the know – it –all is sleeping in his bed. Well, at least they both were dressed so it's a good thing, he guessed. Oh, Merlin forbids if they actually hocked up last night. It wasn't that she was ugly or anything like that. It was because she was a Mudblood, something his family would never forgive him about. But to be completely honest he always had a soft spot for the bushy Granger. Not that he would tell, oh god no, if the word would spread it would be the end of him as he knows it.
But still, how the fuck did she get here? He didn't want to wake her up because part of him was afraid of what happened and what would happen.
Too late, she was moving. She was finally awake. She turned around and looked straight at him and bolted straight up in bed: shocked.
'What the fuck Malfoy?' she asked.
'I wish I knew Granger, I was having a few whiskey shots last night and then suddenly I wake up on the floor and you are in my bed.'
Great, so Granger didn't know either. As far as he was concerned they both were totally fucked.
'Are you serious? Why can't I remember a thing?' she stood up and Draco just looked at her clothes and his eyes went wide from shock. She must have noticed because she said a little 'what?' and looked down at her clothes. She instantly crossed her arms and stared at him angrily.
'Care to explain Malfoy, why are my clothes all torn to pieces?' she asked while tapping her foot on the floor in anger and probably due to her lack of patience.
He felt like a fucking 10 year old, who did something bad and his mom was making him go stand in the corner and telling him he was a bad boy. The things Granger could do. He couldn't even answer. He just stared wide eyed at her not knowing what to say.
'What Malfoy, did cat got your tongue? You are not going anywhere until you explain what did you do and why is my memory gone from yesterday, completely?' she kept tapping her foot in annoyance and Draco couldn't help but finding this a little bit amusing.
'How many times Granger? I told you I don't know. The last thing I remember was drinking and then walking down the hall; must be the alcohol.' Draco just shrugged not too bothered. He was almost 99% sure they didn't sleep together. So it was all good, he could go and mind his own business now.
'Weird, I can't remember anything and I definitely was not drinking yesterday.' She said looking a little bit worried.
'Oh come on, maybe you were. You probably got so locked you don't even remember.' Draco got up and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
'Then what am I doing here?' It must have finally hit her, he assumed, because her eyes suddenly went wide and she looked at her bed and then back at him.
'W-w-we d-di-din't?' she said in a shaky voice.
'Fuck no, Granger. I would know if we did and trust me I would not be as relaxed as I am now.'
For a moment she stood there looking awfully confused, but relaxed a moment later. She believed him, good. Last thing he needed right now was a an angry Granger.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment. Not knowing what to do or say.
'You should probably go. Classes start soon; you should fix that uniform of yours before you show in public. Let's just forget this ever happened. Don't even think of telling anyone.' He said pointing finger at her at the last sentance, she just nodded in an agreement and went to exit his room.
The moment she closed the door behind her; he hit his desk as hard as he could. He prayed nobody saw them yesterday. He threw something across the room and made his way to the bathroom.
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Hermione
She closed the door behind her. She still couldn't rap her head around it. What the hell happened yesterday? Did she actually get drunk? If so, how could she let her guard down so bad? Not to mention it was a school night, thinking about all the homework she must have not done. She was in so much trouble. So were Harry and Ron. Oh wait until she gets her hands on those two.
Good thing they both were Head's. The joy of sharing the same dorm, she rolled her eyes sarcastically and made her way to her room, which was across the room. Honestly, she was actually thankful for once that they were sharing a dorm. Nobody would pester her with questions of where she has been. Plus, it saved the hassle of hiding at every corner in the castle looking like this.
She took a quick shower and fixed her school robes with a simple, yet very handy spell.
She looked at herself in the mirror checking if there were any parts of her uniform she missed that were still torn but she couldn't find any. She let out a deep breath, took her school bag and made her way to breakfast. She was hoping not to run into Malfoy on her way out and it looks like luck was on her side. She smiled weakly and continued on walking towards Great Hall.
When she entered the Hall, she tried to spot Harry and Ron but those two were nowhere to be found. So, she just sat down and assumed those two were probably lying in until the last minute.
She started to snack on her toast with ham. When she saw from corner of her eye a flash of blonde hair enter the Hall. She looked up and it was none other than Draco sodding Malfoy. He just bluntly stared at her and continued walking to his house table.
Hermione couldn't look at him without feeling awkward and quickly looked away, and decided she would ignore Malfoy at all costs today. That was the last thing she needed.
Finally someone who might have a slightest clue of what happened last night sat in front of her.
'Hey, how are you feeling?' Hermione asked and observed the red head, who by the looks didn't feel so well.
'Don't ask Hermione. I have such a hangover.' Ginny grunted and supported her head on her arms.
'So we did drink last night.' Hermione said quietly.
'Don't you remember?'
'Actually, no. It's hard to believe I would drink on a school night don't you think?'
'Wow, Hermione you must have gotten really drunk that you don't even remember.' Ginny said surprised.
'Care to explain how I even considered drinking on a school night of all the nights?' Hermione rolled her eyes at the female Weasly.
'You really don't remember?' Ginny looked at her shocked but continued as seeing Hermione's angry look; 'It all started with the boys, finding some old whiskey. Still don't know where they found it, they never told. So, they proposed to go outside for a walk and have couple of drinks. We actually both protested, but they somehow managed to talk us in to it. So, we went outside and I decided that we should play truth or dare and obviously boy's being boy's they proposed that for every truth you have to take a drink. To make it more interesting as they put it. Knowing them they wanted to get us both drunk because they knew we would choose truth. You surprisingly chose it a good few times and got a little bit drunk, had no idea how drunk, though. So, at the end Ron took you back to your dorm.' Ginny finished with letting out a deep breath she was holding just to finish the story.
Hermione was still confused as to how her robes got torn.
'Did my robes happen to get torn last night?' Ginny looked up at her confused.
'As far as I remember no, but who knows. Maybe it got torn by the one of the dares you did. I wouldn't be any good on sharing the memory of last night. I myself can't remember much.' She said and went back to holding her head with her arms.
Oh, wait until she sees the boy's she has something to say to them alright.
Though, Hermione was completely oblivious to one thing, that all this time while she was having a conversation with Ginny; there were a pair of eyes observing her.
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Draco
There was something Draco couldn't quiet forget about this morning. It must be her torn clothes and probably that the goody – two – shoes actually got drunk and let alone on a school night. That was something he wasn't expecting from her at all.
Still the clothes kept bugging him. If only he could remember. Wait, why was he concerned about it at all? It's none of his business and it's not like their friends or anything.
This whole situation was just too confusing for his hangover head. So, he decided he is going to Madam Pomfrey and say he is sick and then return to his room to sleep and sulk around all day and avoid a certain brown – eyed person.
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Hermione
Odd.
Hermione thought while she sat at the dinner table in Great Hall. She hasn't seen Malfoy all day. She was happy about it, but still it was quiet weird. He hadn't been in for any of their classes that they had together. Maybe he was sick. She was kind of half expecting for him to lurk around in some corner to annoy her as always, but nothing. That was a good thing, for a change a Malfoy free day. Minus the weirdest morning she has had in her whole life, she could have survived without an experience like that.
Scratch the part of Malfoy being sick today. She can actually bet on everything that that is the exact reason why he is absent today.
She was still confused about the entire situation, though. But the weirdest part was that she didn't feel hangover, not even the slightest bit from the supposed drinks she had last night.
She saw the boy's earlier today. She gave them some piece of her mind and they have been awfully quiet since then. She intended on keeping it that way for a while. At least, thank god for their sakes, she found out she had most of her homework done yesterday for today's classes, which was a relief.
Ginny told her earlier that she had fallen asleep in most of her classes and was sent out of Potions and got a detention. She wasn't too happy about it. Well, serves her right to agree and pull Hermione with her to drink on a school night.
Hermione was tired so she decided to go back to her dorm. Saying quick goodbyes to her friends she made her way out of the Great Hall.
When she was walking towards the exit from the Great Hall, she had the oddest feeling that someone is starring after her. It gave her goosebumps all over her body. But when she looked around she couldn't find a single person who would pay any slightest attention to her. She shrugged and decided that it's all her imagination due to this morning.
She finally made her way back to the Head's dormitory and to her surprise Malfoy was nowhere to be seen in the common room, which made her release a shaky breath that she didn't realize she was holding in, before she walked over to her room.
Thank Merlin tomorrow was a Saturday. She was too tired to do homework today. So she decided to go to bed and she fell asleep straight as her head hit the pillow.
She was running as fast as her legs would let her. She could hear the person getting closer and closer to her. She wasn't fast enough. Still she wasn't giving up. She kept running, running and running until she couldn't anymore. She stopped to take a breath and realized she was trapped somewhere in the castles dead end.
She turned around to see the person who was chasing her. She couldn't see him. He looked like a blurry shadow, yet she was unbelievably scared from it.
He was coming closer now. She was trying to back away from it but she couldn't step any further back then the cold, stone wall that was pressing against her back now, allowed her too.
He was an inch away from her now. He grabbed her by her hair. She screamed in agonizing pain.
'Shut up, slut!' He screamed at her and dropped her to the cold Hogwarts floor.
Hermione was sobbing now. She didn't know who the person was but there was a familiar sound in his voice but she couldn't place it just yet.
He kneed besides her and took a strand of her hair away from her ear and whispered;
'I want you, I have always wanted you and you keep leading me on and when I am about to approach you, you push me away. Tell me Hermione, what else am I supposed to do?'
She shuddered. There was something really disgusting about this man.
'Get up!' he screamed.
She didn't move, instead she let out a loud sob.
'I said get the fuck up!' his patients run out and he yanked her up by her hair. She let out a loud scream.
He was tearing her clothes apart now. She was trebling with fear.
She never stopped screaming. But no one was there to hear her or to save her from this vile and cruel man.
She was all alone.
Hermione was awakened by a loud knock on the door and an angry Malfoy screaming something on the other side.
She was covered in sweat and still had the shakes from her nightmare.
Malfoy was still knocking though, so she decided to better get to him or he will tear her door down.
When she finally opened the door she was faced with a raging Malfoy.
'Do you mind keeping it down in there?' Draco said to her through gritted teeth.
'I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up!' she answered him. She could still feel her shaking from her dream. She hoped Malfoy wouldn't notice.
'What was all that fucking screaming about?' he asked her.
'I had a nightmare..' That must have been the stupidest thing she could say. Now he is going to laugh about her. Poor Mudblood had a bad nightmare. Great, that is the exact thing she needs right now. Not!
'Well, mind putting a silencing charm next time you go to sleep? I really don't fancy being woken up to your loud screams! God only knows what you could be doing in there.' Draco said and stormed off to his room.
Hermione was just standing by her door with her mouth open. What the hell just happened? He didn't even take the opportunity to make fun of her. Gee, he takes his sleep seriously.
She went back in to her room and closed the door behind her. Her nightmare was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't understand why she would have a dream like that.
The dream felt too real, her body was even reacting to it. She went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face before returning to bed.
She still couldn't stop thinking about the dream and as a result she ended up staying most of the night awake.
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Draco
'Granger, open the door! What the hell are you doing in there?' Draco screamed.
'Granger!' he wasn't giving up.
Finally she opened the door. Her hair was all messy and she was pale. She was shaking. The fuck is wrong with this girl?
He couldn't get sleep around anywhere these days.
'Do you mind keeping it down in there?' Draco said through gritted teeth.
'I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up!' she said to him.
'What was all that fucking screaming about?' he wouldn't let it go, there better be a good reason to why he was woken up to her screams. She better not have been doing something weird, like pleasuring herself.
'I had a nightmare..'
Suddenly his anger died. He understood how she felt. If her nightmares are as bad as his, he really does sympathise her. They can slowly bring a person to insanity.
'Well, mind putting a silencing charm next time you go to sleep? I really don't fancy being woken up to your loud screams! God only knows what you could be doing in there.' Draco said and stormed off to his room.
Now his sleep was ruined. He wouldn't fall asleep for another couple hours, thanks to some Mudblood having a little nightmare.
He knew all too well, himself, how is it to have a nightmare, but he wasn't happy with Granger right now. It was a rare thing that Draco got a good sleep with no haunting nightmares and now she ruined it. Plus, he has a problem of falling back a sleep if he is woken up, too many thought occupy his mind.
He tossed around in his bed back and forth for two hours then he just gave up on the thought of going back to sleep and got up. He got dressed and made his way to the Room of Requirement. He had work to do that he was trying to ignore at all possible times but there isn't really a way out of it. What needs to be done needs to be done, end of.
This task is going to be the end of him but if he wanted his mom to stay alive there was no choice. His mother is the most important thing in the world. Without her he would be left at the mercy of his father.
His mother was the only person who actually showed love towards him. His father would always say he didn't want Draco to turn out soft. He thought if he was harder on him and would raise his hand once in a while he would turn out same as his father.
The only thing that man was good at teaching him was how to hide emotions. That turned out to be handy for Draco when he got older.
While he was relaxing in the Room of Requirement, even though he was supposed to work on his task, something came to him. He remembered something from the other night before he woke up to find Granger in his bed.
He found her. She was lying by the portrait entrance to Head's dorm. He can't remember why she was there and what happened after. But that was a start of getting to the bottom of this. The sooner, the better and then he can finally move on with his life.
But Draco just couldn't help himself but to wonder why did he bring her to his room? God, did they actually do something?
No. They couldn't have. He was sure nothing happened between them but what if?
Draco was worried now. He hated when he couldn't remember things.
He was praying, praying that nothing happened between them.
God, help him if it did.
