"There he is!" Hermione yelled jumping off of the counter and walking over to the newly woken up blonde. His hair was astray and he was clutching a sheet around his waist. Hermione placed her arm around his waist and turned his attention to the brunette he had brought home last night.
"Hello," She smiled from the breakfast bar stool. In return, Draco grunted.
"What are you doing?" He asked rubbing his eyes with his free hand while the other held the sheet from exposure.
"I was just talking to," Hermione stopped, "I'm sorry I forgot your name. What is it Draco?"
The brunette glanced at Draco questionably as he gnawed on his bottom lip thinking of what her name had been. After last night he hadn't even cared, all he cared about was getting her back to his apartment.
"Miranda?" He guessed making an innocent face.
"Close, Meredith." She rose from the breakfast bar quickly, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she walked over to the entryway between the loft door and the kitchen, "I'll see my own way out."
Seconds later the door slammed shut and Draco quickly pulled his hands to his ears, trying to stop the ringing. In attempt to making his headache cease, the blanket around his waist fell and Hermione quickly turned around laughing loudly as he struggled to pull it back up.
"Rough morning?" She asked walking into the living room and returning once Draco had resituated his clothing choice.
"As you can tell," He grumbled taking a seat on one of the three black stools.
Hermione returned back into the kitchen holding a small red lace bra with her index finger, smiling as she walked closer to Draco.
"I see she left you a souvenir," She teased throwing it on the counter.
"Why not put it in the drawer?" He asked pushing it to the ground. She could tell he was angry. Hoping to cheer him up she jumped onto the space in front of him on the breakfast bar and clutched his body tightly to her own bringing his face right into the middle of her breasts as she hugged him. She sensed his smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I knew that would cheer you up," She giggled trying to pull away. Draco's grip around her tightened and he kept his face in between her breasts. Sighing loudly, Hermione let Draco keep his face there for a few more moments before he reluctantly let go.
"I must be doing something right," Draco smirked crossing his arms across his chest.
"What's that mean?" She retorted cocking an eyebrow at him.
"You sighed, that means I've done something right," He explained cocking his own eyebrow at her.
"I sighed because you exasperate me."
Suddenly, a loud banging noise was coming from the front of the apartment and Hermione quickly jumped off the counter. She giggled as she walked towards the door when she heard Draco groan loudly at her disappearance.
"Blaise!" Draco heard Hermione squeal from the loft door. Even though he couldn't see her from the wall separating the living room from the kitchen he knew she was excited.
Seconds later, Blaise came around the corner with Hermione wrapped tightly around his hips, laughing freely before he dropped her to her feet.
"Rough night?" Blaise repeated leaning against the bar.
"You have no idea," Draco groaned dropping his face into his hands.
"Hermione?" He questioned.
"Nope, I wasn't sloshed unlike Draco here. I safely apparated him and his souvenir home." Crossing her arms, she smirked widely, impressing Draco.
"Souvenir you say? What was her name?"
"Miranda-,"
"Meredith!" Hermione quickly corrected.
"I'm sorry, Meredith," Draco replied.
"She was quite the catch," The two Slytherin's heard her murmur. Raising an eyebrow, Draco shifted in his chair so that he was faced completely towards Hermione.
"Pray tell?" He questioned.
"She was very attractive, if I was a male, like you, and I was single, like you, I surely wouldn't mind having a girl like that on my arm," Hermione explained.
"Are you trying to confess to something?" Draco smirked.
"Don't be so daft, of course not, I am only interested in men," Hermione snapped.
"Yeah Draco, don't be a git to our Hermione here, she only likes males," Blaise mocked throwing his arm over Hermione's shoulder.
"I don't need your mockery this morning Blaise Andres Zabini," She warned. Throwing his hands up in surrender Blaise quickly strolled into the living room with his hands shoved into his pockets. Draco could hear the sound of the television starting up and the springs of the couch being moved.
"Blaise seems to make himself right at home," Draco mumbled glancing at Hermione as she walked around the kitchen.
"He practically lives here Draco, I'm surprised you haven't let him move in yet, it's not like we don't have the space. You know-,"
"No, don't even start," Draco warned.
"But we could use the room, and you won't need that Quidditch shrine forever," She pouted leaning across the counter.
"Hermione, no, I want to keep it that way. Those were my years," He protested. Pouting some more, Draco noticed Hermione had completely shifted her body so that she was lying flat on the counter with her legs crossed behind her, that's when he noticed her pajamas.
"Is that my shirt?" He asked arching an eyebrow.
Glancing down at her chest, she blushed furiously, "Yes."
"And why do you have it on?" He asked again.
"I wore it to bed last night."
"Why?"
"I like this shirt, and it smells like you, and it's so comfortable, and it's not like I could fall asleep in your bed like I normally do because you have a girl over and that would have been very awkward. If you want, I can take it off and go find another one. I just thought you wouldn't mind because it's not like I was going to stea-,"
Draco lifted his left hand, halting her rant.
"It's okay Hermione, I'm completely fine with you wearing my shirt, and you can borrow any clothes you would like. And I completely understand due to the circumstances from last night why you would want to fall asleep with something similar to me." He was smirking proudly now.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked a small portion of offense written in her voice.
"It wasn't supposed to offend you. What I meant to say was, I'm used to you coming to my bed in the middle of the night, or falling asleep next to you on the couch," Draco explained rationally.
"Nice save," They both heard Blaise yell from the living room. Hermione giggled softly at Blaise's comment.
"He's quite charming, isn't he?" Hermione snickered before rising from the counter and prancing into her bedroom.