A/N I know, I know; it has been long since I update anything. School had been drawing my attention. I hope you like it. Read and Review! By the way, this is not the ordinary Draco-and-Hermione-wake-up-in-the-same-room-fic.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and let them adjust to the light. The sound of water woke her up. She was in an unfamiliar room, lying on her back in a bed. She brought herself up, leaning on her right arm. The blanket that was on her chest fell off and to her embarrassment she was entirely naked, except for her black thong. What happened? She quickly jumped out of the bed and looked around the room for her clothes. She found them in a pile next to the wardrobe. While she was putting them on, the sound of running water stopped. She looked at the bed she had spent the night in. The sheets were a mess. It proved what she thought: she had slept with someone. A one night stand. She couldn't believe it. All of her life she had controlled everything; she wasn't the type to seek comfort in alcohol and a warm body. Then the realisation hit her: Ron broke up with her. She had been sad and lonely, not knowing what to do with herself she went to the nearest pub and got drunk. Now that she thought about it; her head did ached a little.

She tried her hardest to recall what happened, but it was all black. Who was here with her? Did she really sleep with him? Wait, where was her wand? She quickly felt her pockets, but her wand wasn't there. She started searching in the room, under the pillows, but she couldn't find it. At this point she started to panic; a witch without a wand is defenceless.

'Are you looking for this?' a too familiar voice asked. It was the voice she hoped never to hear again. Slowly she turned around and her worst fear was confirmed: there in the doorway of the bathroom, leaned a man against the doorframe; she hoped never to see again; wearing nothing but a white towel, tied around his waist; revealing his muscular chest, his right hand holding her wand.

'Give it back,' Hermione said, feeling ashamed and disgusted at the same time. She hadn't had sex with this man, it was impossible. But then again, the headache suggests a hangover which made Hermione unable to recall. The man said nothing, but smirked, toying with her wand.

'Give it back now, so I can leave and never come back,' Hermione said more threatened. She hoped that he gave her her wand back, so that she could leave and rethink this entire disaster.

'That is not what you wanted last night,' he said, grinning widely.

'I doubt it,' Hermione answered; there must have been a misunderstanding from his side.

'Really? Well I doubt that,' he replied, making Hermione feel more disgusted. Every fibre in her body wanted her wand back; her wand gave her the power to control this situation. But she wasn't going to beg, never in her life was she going to beg him.

'Just give me back my wand,' she said annoyed and held up her hand. He stopped toying with her wand and slowly walked towards her. His six foot two towered above her, but her Gryffindor courage had never failed her, neither did it fail this time.

'You'd better give back my wand, or else you will be sorry you didn't,' Hermione said and tried to take it from his hand, but he held it just out of her reach. He made a disapproving sound.

'I had expected more of you,' he said laughing. It pissed Hermione off. He was laughing at her! Angrily she crossed her arms in front of her chest. What was he thinking?

'Give it back, or else,' she said threateningly. He slowly lowered her wand and she grabbed it. Maybe she was mistaking, but Hermione thought that she saw lust in his eyes, which was ridiculous of course. She gave him a goodbye nod and was planning on apparating, but she had to know something.

'Did we have sex?' she asked and looking him in the eye.

'You couldn't keep your hands off me,' he answered smiling, probably looking back at the thought. Hermione, who was usually quite certain wherever someone lied to her or not, didn't know wherever she was being lied to. But the feeling in the pit of her stomach made her think he was telling the truth. Revolted with herself, she didn't want to stay a second longer in that particular room, apparated to her own apartment in the middle of London; leaving a somewhat disappointed Draco Malfoy alone in the very same room she just escaped.

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Draco watched Hermione dissapparate before his eyes. He should have known it; the only thing she needed was her wand. He smiled when he thought about last night; he wasn't lying. Okay, maybe he wasn't telling the complete truth, but he couldn't help it. It was such a good moment for teasing her. He would tell her sooner or later what had really happened, but not now.

Draco went into his favourite pub last night where he had found, entirely unexpected, Hermione, completely drunk, dancing on a table. He had changed his life completely after the war; he was helping the wizarding world with rebuilding. Helping her would have been a good deed, and besides; he couldn't let her make a complete fool out of herself, could he? So being a true gentleman he brought her to his apartment in the heart of London and placed her in his bed. Apparently she was so drunk that she couldn't stand normally and he had to support her. When he laid her down on the bed, she didn't want him to let go. He had always thought that she was petite, but he had never believed that she was that strong, which surprised him. When she fell asleep, still holding his hand, he was able to escape her firm grip. Still surprised about the strength in her hand, he walked to the couch, in the living room, with a blanket and a pillow and tried to sleep there.

He was more than fascinated that in the middle of the night he woke up, because he heard something in the bed room and when he took a look, he found her pulling off her own clothes, excepted for her black thong, which fitted absolutely beautiful on her butt, and went back to bed. All the fascinations he had about her weren't nearly as good as seeing her naked, all right, half naked, but it didn't leave much to the imagination. He stood up and placed her wand, which was too valuable to stay on the ground like that, on the dresser; near the bathroom door, before going back to the couch. Draco was barely able to sleep that night. He imagined what she could do more with her hand, her fingers; her nails. He could feel her fingers running down his stomach, running lower until they reached the right spot.

He would never tell anyone and denied it when someone said it to him, but if he was honest to himself; he did fantasize about her. How could he not? Okay the busy hair and the big teeth where really a turn down, but after fourth year she looked hot. When he had nothing better to do in class he would fantasize about her, while stupid Pansy Parkinson (his wannabe girlfriend at the time; it was just the sex and no feeling involved, at least not from his side) believed he was thinking about her. Nevertheless he paid extra attention to everything he said and did, making sure no one ever caught him. Until present day, nobody did. She was beautiful, although she never realized it herself.

The next morning he woke up early, surprised that he had slept at all, cleaned up his improvised bed and dove into the shower. It wasn't when he re-entered the bedroom that he found her awake, clearly suffering from a hangover, all though he wasn't sure that she was aware of that, searching for her wand. He smiled at her surprised and disgusted look, clearly drawing the wrong conclusions about what happened. He had picked it up where he left it last night and intended not to give it back before she begged.

But when she crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking angry, he could do nothing else but surrender and give her back her wand. She looked smoking hot when she was angry, he had noticed the past years. He knew that he was lost. He couldn't resist and he couldn't risk getting turned on, for he was only wearing a towel. So he gave her back her wand, but he knew for sure that he hadn't seen the last of her.

Smirking he changed into his work clothing and cleaned everything up. After that he went to work; he was a Healer in St. Mungo. Most of the time it were just boring problems, which were easily solved; but he would manage to get through today, with the image of Hermione Granger half naked on his mind. He even whistled going to work; something he had never done before.

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