Groan.

Tumble.

"Move, Harry."

Moan. "I'm about to fall off the bed, Herms..."

Blink.

"Harry, tell me that you dyed you hair platinum. Please."

"Huh? What," Harry mumbled after a yawn, "are you talking about?"

"My God, I'm trying to sleep, will you two shut up?"

Scream.

"Oh, thanks Harry. You're a real lifesaver," said Hermione as he handed her a cup of coffee.

"You're welcome, Herms. I reckon you'll need it," he said, a wry smile on his face.

She ran her hands through her hair again and smiled ruefully.

"Well, I've never, you two getting it on again? On the couch for that matter?"

"Well, Malfoy, you've never known, but it's called friendship. And we're not getting it on, especially on the couch!" Hermione nearly shouted, a blush ripening on her cheek.

Harry patted her on the back, Malfoy, dressed only with a towel.

"Well, I'm done using the shower," he said, a sly smile on his face.

"God, Malfoy, I'd tell you to leave right now..."

"Hey, it was your idea to talk this over, no?"

"Just... be quiet," she said, and sipped her coffee. After a moment, she gently put her cup down. Getting up, she smoothed her silk robe down.

"I'm going to take a shower, as you've both hogged my two bathrooms this morning. I don't know how the hell we ended up in my flat, but we're going to talk about everything."

She then walked away from both of them.

Before she turned towards the hall, she glanced back and said, "Don't even think of leaving. I've got this placed warded to the last centimeter."

"I thought we were going to talk about everything?" Draco mocked Granger. Honestly, she was just making a too big of a deal about it. So what? They slept together. He was willing to let it go. Even if it was a three-some, with Potter.

They were good shags.

He wasn't going to deny that. But even if the chance came again, he wouldn't take it. He didn't need his body and reputation tarnished.

"Look, just, Draco," she stressed his name as if it were an insult. "I've never done this before."

He blinked. "You're... well, were—a virgin?"

She blushed something fierce. "No!" at the same time Harry said, "What do you think?"

The two looked at each other. Harry with incredulity, and Hermione with horror.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Man, I figured you weren't. I mean," he said, almost a lazy tone settling on his voice and face, "you're something else in bed, you know. They always did say it was the book-ish ones..."

"Malfoy," Harry hissed through gritted teeth.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Potter," he said, a smirk slowly forming on his face. "Granger will do that for you."

He sighed, and then ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I've got to go. I have some important business meetings that I've missed already. Besides, I need to meet my lunch date."

"Girlfriend?" Harry asked, unable to stop himself.

"Well, I don't know what we are exactly..." Draco mused.

"Oh... my... GOD!" Hermione shrieked.

"What is it! What is it!" Harry asked, at her side, doting his best friend.

Frankly, Draco thought it was bordering on disgustingly cute.

She fell to the ground, uttering a single word, "Ron."

"The hell? What's wrong with her Potter? Wake her up! And what about Weasel?"

"Weasley, you dumb fuck," Harry growled, his eyes burning with fury—and was that guilt Draco detected? —"is her fiancé."