Chapter 1

"How about we go back to my place?" a silky voice whispered in her ears sending a delicious chill down her spine.

Giggling like a school girl, Hermione slid off the stool with as much dignity as she could muster and almost immediately after hitting the ground did she fall over into a pair of strong, very familiar arms.

Bursting into another fit of high-pitched giggles, Hermione leaned in towards his ear and nipped at his ear. Growling softly he took this as a yes. He securely placed his arm tightly around her waist and cautiously walked to a near by ally.

I woke to the smells of a homemade, just-like-mother-used-to-make-it breakfast and a slow smile graced her lips. Getting up slowly I was welcomed by a humungous pounding headache that made me grimace, that's when I noticed that something was off.

First of all: where the hell was I? After all I just innocently thought I was at my home, and the smell was coming from my mother cooking up the special Sunday Storm Breakfast. But I then noticed that the walls was a color of dark forest green with gold crown mouldings. My room was a nice simple color of orange!

Second of all: I noticed that the lacy black bra I decided to wear to make me feel more "like a wooommmaaann" (A/N lol sorry I thought that was funny but my friend though it was weird, please don't think I'm weird!) was hanging off the bedroom doorknob, that's when I realized that I was stark naked under the covers! Which by the way were very soft and thick, remind me to ask where the owner got them….

Third of all: I still had that brutal headache dancing around my freaking skull!

I blindly fell off the bed with a loud thump and grabbed a random item of clothing: an oversized button down Oxford shirt.

Pulling it over my head I noticed (A/N: wow she notices a lot of things doesn't she lol) a steaming black cup of what looked like a hangover potion. How did I know it was a hangover potion you ask? Studying about it of course! I snatched the mug up and chugged the slimy liquid down, which fortunately provided instant relief.

"Oh are you awake? I thought I heard something just a moment ago." I whipped around, my stomach dropping in fear at the sight before me. "I see you are wearing my shirt, you know you didn't seem to like that shirt last night when you ripped it off me."

"Oh shut up Malfoy." I calmly stated. I then proceeded to stomp past Malfoy who just happened to be standing at the door. I glared at him with my super awesome ice stare that works wonders. "Move."

Malfoy frowned at me before he lowered his head and gently pecked my lips. "You don't have to be so grumpy Hermione. Oh and by the way I made you breakfast but I cant eat it with you because I've been called into work…and on my day off too."

I watched in complete and total shock as Malfoy smiled at me lovingly before he disappeared into thin air as he apparated away.

What the fuck was that all about? I thought, what the hell happened last night? Okay so I pretty much know what happened, but still!

Why the hell did I have to have sex with Malfoy? Why couldn't I be able to sleep with someone I liked? Why couldn't I be able to handle a simple night out with Ginny, Luna and Cho.

"Stupid bloody Malfoy. I AM NEVER DRINKING ANOTHER DROP OF ALCHOL AGAIN!" I screamed before I promptly took a swig from a bottle of fire whisky….

Laughing at my own stupidity I shuddered at the thought of Malfoy and I humping like rabid animal on the oversized king bed that occupied most of the shockingly small room.

Luckily I spotted my wand lying helplessly on the foot of the closet door and grabbed it, wondering how it ended there in the first place. With a simple flick of my wand all my clothes flew into my open awaiting arms, unfortunately most of my damn clothes came zooming in outside and through the door towards me rather then coming to me from just that one room.

I hurriedly removed Malfoy's shirt and pulled on the tiny set of lacy underwear and bra and then pulled over my head the modest little number I wore yesterday. All it was, was a simple black no sleeve dress that has a elegant v-shaped neck line with thick straps that criss-cross around the back to kind of look like a corset top. The dress was long enough to reach right above her knees.

No offence to my friends but I was at least covered more then they were, actually they kind of looked like hookers and if it wasn't the fact that they had found Harry, Neville and Seamus there at the club they probable be mistaken for some.

As I stumbled out of the room I tripped over … a broom? Okay that's just weird, but then I fell over the couch? What the hell? I just freaking walked out the door how can I fall over a bloody couch?

Then I noticed that the couch can move and was currently groping my ass. Yah Malfoy was defiantly one weird fellow. I mean a GROPING COUCH? I rest my case.

With a growling stomach, I grudgingly set forward towards the smell of food and scarffed down the plate of hash browns, eggs, and sausages. Washing it down with a cool glass of orange juice before I noticed something else.

And that something made I scream so loud that Cleopatra awoke from her peaceful slumber.

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I will try to update soon and with more words so YOU can be more satisfied. (damn motivation speakers…)