Hi All,

I have written this story in response to a 'Dramione Challenge' posted by SlytherinPrincessXx. She gave us almost 50 prompts and we were to chose as many as we liked from this list. Here are the prompts I have chosen: 3) Mandatory. 6) "So you're saying that you're the one responsible?". 14) The Exception To The Rule. 25) Temptation. 27) "Who in their bloody right mind does that?!. 40) News. 47) Secrets. We do not have to use these prompts specifically, they are to do just as their name suggests and prompt those of us partaking in the challenge. This is my first challenge story so be nice and let me know how I'm going (constructively!).

It feels great to be back.

Straight xx

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The alarm clock on her bedside table showed 3:30am but that is not what had stirred Hermione from her sleep. It was the continual bleeping of her mobile phone which sat on her bedside table near her head. Still groggy with barely there consciousness, she reached for her phone and read the same text message from Harry sent through to her 7 times,

Ring ASAP 'Mione please. Major emergency!

Almost instantly, Hermione shot out of bed and was smashing the buttons on her mobile impatiently trying to find Harry's number. At the same time she was praying that he was ok, Ron was ok, Ginny was ok.. that basically everyone was ok and no one was dead. The phone rung for exactly one and a half rings before Harry answered and straight away Hermione could hear he was extremely stressed.

"Oh thank god 'Mione!"

"Are you ok Harry?! What's wrong?!" she asked, worriedly.

He sighed a defeated sounding sigh before he explained,

"I'm sorry to wake you 'Mione but I'm having a major work crisis and I need a massive favour"

A work crisis? Slowly, Hermione felt the simmer of anger bubble in her blood as she grit her teeth and said very slowly down the phone,

"Harry please tell me you did not wake me up at 3:30am because of a bloody Quidditch drama"

"I know 'Mione I'm sorry" Harry pleaded, "But it is a major emergency I promise - an entire Quidditch team is in massive trouble and I need a really big favour"

"You have got to be kidding me…" Hermione grumbled angrily.

"Please 'Mione!"

"Fine!" she snapped, "What is it?"

"I need Draco to come and stay with you for a couple of days… possibly a week… maybe two"

"What?! Why?!"

"The entire Falcon's squad is facing an interrogation after news broke early this morning that the entire team has been involved in a major sex scandal"

Hermione was shocked, "A sex scandal?! The entire team… how?!"

Harry groaned, more to himself then her Hermione thought, "A group sex scandal"

"A-Are you kidding?" Hermione spluttered.

"Merlin I wish I was" Harry sighed, "Look 'Mione the main point is that this story is going to be on the front cover of every newspaper come daylight and I need to get Malfoy out of Falmouth. He's the teams best player and because of that he's valuable. Management don't want him anywhere near the rest of his team mates or anywhere near his house when the media catch wind of this. They want him to lay low someplace where the reporters won't find him and, just in case they do find him, they want him to be somewhere he will look respectable and won't further damage his image"

"And that's my place?" she asked skeptically.

"Please 'Mione!" Harry begged, "I know you and Draco get along ok now since the War - in fact Ginny says you've got a bit of a thing for him by the way - but I know more then anything that you will keep him under control and you won't sell him out… please!"

"Oh god Harry stop begging!" she snapped, "Fine! If you think Malfoy staying here to hide out from a sex scandal is best then fine… but send him through the floo from your connection because I am too tired to connect another location to my network right now. What time can I expect his highness?"

"Oh thank you 'Mione! Thank you! Draco's actually at my place already… I'll send him through in 2 minutes! Thank you and I'll owe you one I promise!"

"No Harry" Hermione muttered, annoyed, "You owe me a billion and tell Ginny that I do not have a thing for Malfoy - especially right now!"

"I will 'Mione and you're right I do owe you a billion… thank you, thank you. I'll send Draco through in a moment"

Not wanting to hear anymore, Hermione hung up on him and glared angrily at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was fuzzy and out of control from sleep and she was going to have major black bags under her eyes tomorrow and Lavender would have a fit. She stormed out of her room in her pyjama pants and a singlet and into the guest bedroom, poking her head through the door to check it was made up nicely - which of course it was because this was Hermione's apartment - before she heard the "ting" of the floo meaning there was an incoming and in a puff of smoke, Draco Malfoy appeared inside her living room, bag in hand and brushing the dust from his clothes.

"You're a pain in my ass Malfoy" she grumbled at him.

"I have been a pain in the ass of many girls princess" he said slowly, finally looking up at her, "But never yours… I would have remembered that"

He was gorgeous. He had always been gorgeous, Hermione supposed, but never more-so then when they left school and he begun playing Professional Quidditch. He bulked up a lot, started styling his hair in that 'bed-head-i'm not-even-trying-but-I-so-am" look that let it hang loose in a messy fashion and started covering his body in tattoos as seemed to be the fashion in this days youth - although the ink did suit him.

"Just shut up" Hermione snapped, "The guest bedroom is though there, bathroom is next door, that is my room, over there is the kitchen and that's it. I'm going back to bed, I'd suggest you do the same and if I catch so much as a porno magazine in this house Malfoy I am going to throw your ass out onto the street and let the media have their way with you!"

"Have you noticed how everything you're saying sounds suggestive 'Mione or is it just me?"

He was such a tool Hermione thought to herself as she did nothing more then glare at him and storm back into her room, slamming her bedroom door behind her. In no universe was this ok, she'd been dragged out of bed over Quidditch- a sport she didn't even like- to house a moron who'd gotten himself into trouble for participating in a freaking group sex act! Well this, in no way, shape or form, was turning out to be your usual Thursday night/Friday morning.

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As always, please review - I love to hear your thoughts!

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