First one Ive written in a very long time- fan fiction I mean- not just a DM/HG one. Actually this is the first one involving Hermione Granger… I usually put it into the perspective of but this will be in third person most of the time unless itallicised.…. Lets see how far I get before I get bored with it… Phew… Here goes…. No real format hopefully it won't need too much editing…

Chapter one:

He had known very well when he woke up next to her the gravity of what he had done…. He didn't regret it by any means; in fact- he had enjoyed himself in a way he didn't think possible again since Daphne Greengrass had… well… he couldn't quite come up with what she had done, considering the breakup was mutual from the fading of the passion they once had for each other over a two year period. He was with her for about a year before he started noticing the growing distance between them. It was no ones fault per say it just happened… But it broke his heart when the effort they both gave to make it last ran out on her end quicker than it had on his.

He had been in complete and utter- albeit tipsy- bliss… and she had been drunk off her ass. He knew she probably didn't remember- hell, maybe it was better that way. Draco Malfoy, even after the Deatheaters lost the war, didn't need everyone thinking he had gone soft… And he had, for her.

But just for the night he reasoned to himself After all, I had been drinking…

Draco Malfoy had been drinking a lot lately. And for an 18 year old wizard with the past few years going the way they went, who the hell could blame him? If they blamed him they could go fuck themselves. No one else understood the awfulness of having the Douche Lord in your home for months whilst you must go and play school as though you had no idea of the impending doom of your classmates, professors and wizards on the wrong side of the playing field alike… Turns out he was the one on the wrong side. He knew it, too, but obligation got in the way….

How the hell was he going to wake her up? And as though she read his mind- she stirred. A faint smile brushed across her face and a smirk was pulling at his lips. He forced his cheek muscles to relax and pretended as though, he too, was just waking up just as she opened her eyes…..

Her smile immediately faded into what was now a look of shock, suspect and of course: anger.

"Malfoy?!" her voice conveyed nothing her face didn't already give away.

"G'morning Granger," he relished in her obvious discomfort.

Her eyebrows pulled into a scowl and she had a moment of panic What the fuck happened? What the fuck is happening?

Of course she had been drinking last night. Of. Course. The one goddamn time she wakes up to a strange man in the morning- was it morning?- and it had to be him and she had to have been fucking drinking. She never drank. It was finally her time to relax and perhaps even celebrate… Some fucking celebration she grimaced. How is it the ONE damn time I celebrate and let loose the ONE time I wake up next to this awful- albeit attractive- wanker!? Ugh, stop. He's not attractive, he's slime. He's an ignorant pig headed blood-purist just like his wretched father; just like Voldemort… She thought as her forehead creased further.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Last I checked this was my bedroom and this is my bed and you're the one naked in it," he watched her squirm as, suddenly, all of the feelings of enjoyment of the previous night- was it still night?- left him.

No she thought I couldn't have willingly come here…. HERE of all places? Remembering the unfortunate encounter with Malfoy's aunt Bellatrix LeStrange just months ago. I was drugged. Or put under the Imperius Curse. Or slipped something. Or dragged! She rationalized.

"What the hell did you do to me you sick prat?" Hermione spit with a fervor he hadn't seen since 3rd year since she slapped him.

He replied coolly and calmly with just a hint of accomplishment in his voice, "I did a lot of things Granger, none of which you seemed to mind." He smirked devilishly, which made Hermione's blood boil, "What the fuck are you talking about?!" She openly swore in front of him. Draco struggled to hide his shock of the loose tongue of the prim-and-proper, goody-two-shoes witch, "You came here on your own free will, Granger. Perhaps it took a bit of convincing to not have you follow Nott, but you were coming upstairs with someone regardless…" He recovered and sported a smirk.

What was he talking about? she questioned everything that came out of his mouth, He has to be feeding me stupid lies to absolve his guilt as to taking advantage of me… She pleaded, hoping she wasn't that- that whorish in her drunken state. She had hoped he would've found her "disgusting blood" enough to make him repulsed by her. She sighed at the depressing thought that perhaps her vulnerability and ultimate embarrassment would overcome his hatred for her.

I wonder what she's thinking he allowed himself to wonder, but then mentally shook those perhaps more than snide curiosity? inquisitive thoughts from his head… He knew what she was thinking. "What the fucking hell is this god damn cocksucker playing at?" Of course that was in his own words… She had sworn in front of him but lets not assume her mental thoughts are as repugnant as his.

What the fucking hell is this fucker playing me for? Some kind of… SOME KIND OF COMMON SLAG!? she fumed and swore worse.

"What the hell happened last night?" she started.

"Don't tell me you don't remember?" he got too much enjoyment out of this. He waited for her to replay her actions from the night previous; and if she couldn't he would oblige.

When she came up with nothing after the the first few drinks at the Defeat of the Dark Lord Party (thats not what it was called but it very well could've been) he said, in more than an sinister tone, "You really don't remember, do you?" he almost sounded hurt… But he amended that instantaneously, "You went to the alleyway with Theo," he used his first name, like they were friends- which everyone knew certainly knew they were not. Although in Slytherin together, Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy had it out for each other as much as a Gryffindor and a Slytherin had. Nott resented Malfoy for his status among the purebloods, and he made it abundantly clear with his constant attempt at ridicule to the Malfoy heir, while Malfoy nonchalantly reminded the perhaps "common" Slyitherin (always striving toward their own selfish fucking goals wit no disregard for anyone else- perhaps a flaw, Draco Malfoy had considered a dozen times or more) constantly of his inferior social status in comparison to his. "I knew you wouldn't be interested in what Theo had in mind," he explained, "unless you enjoy whips and gags- and certainly not in the kinky way, Granger… He wanted to beat the shit out of you and then fuck you for his own personal gain. Not to mention the status it would give his family to have fucked- and impregnated- a mudblood."

He had said it. Again. Even after his side lost. Again. How could he be so absolutely ignorant and insensitive? Hermione damn near lost it… But she regained enough focus to ask again; she was always so curious in the facts, "So are you going to tell me or do i have to hex it out of you? What. Happened."

"So," he continued, "I did what I had to do." The statement baffled her- which confused yet pleased him greatly. "I told Nott.." He used his last name again… she remarked "…that he was wanted inside by Blaise and Parkinson. He went inside because he thought he was a somebody again.." damn him for revealing too much about his side, whatever the fuck that was nowadays ".. and you decided he obviously was worth forgetting and kissed me. Things more or less progressed from there…" He left out certain things. "We ended up here, and we fucked. Hard. I think you came twice; that is if i remember correc-"

"You pig!" she interrupted him. "You selfish slime! How could you have proceeded to do anything with me kno- KNOWING the level of repugnance I have for your repulsiveness!?" She shouted, disgusted with not only him, but with herself for allowing- admitting her inebriated self- to succumb to such trickery!

Hmmm, he thought in his mind, She really was something though… and went back into the moment. Right. Fighting. Again.

"If you didn't like it, Granger, you should've said something in between your moans and gasps," he tortured her with either a lie or a misplaced memory.

She grabbed the sheets and stormed to the bathroom (of which she had no recollection of how she knew where it was), transfigured some clothing and made her way to his bedroom door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" he warned, scowling to cover up his almost concern.

"Fine," she grimaced, knowing he had a point, she couldn't just walk down the stairs at the Malfoy Manor unnoticed. Surely his detestable father or his judgmental mother were already downstairs having breakfast- or was it still the middle of the night? "How the hell do I get out of here?"

He pointed to the fireplace at the far wall of his bedroom and dully said, "Just Floo out of here and don't try to remember last night. For both our sakes."

And with a handful of Floo Powder and a mutter of location- which Malfoy couldn't make out (he suspected it was purposeful) she was gone.

And he was awake.

A/N: I very obviously don't write this stuff much. I like reviews but this story is more out of my boredom than anything... Sorry if I get bored with this, too, and stop. Also, I am a grammar Nazi so if you notice any mistakes PLEASE TELL ME! I know the formatting is kinda strange but I'm just getting into the swing of things. I have an idea of where this is going but no real formal writing process. Oh and I'm not making any money off this so there's really no need to say I dont own any of the characters. But I dont. If you have any ideas as to how you want this story to progress or any scenes you would like to read, PM me and I'll take it into account! This is supposed to be fun, not work, so don't ruin it with negative comments unless they are constructive.

Thanks!

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