Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)

I once had a girl,

Or should I say, she once had me.

She showed me her room,

Isn't it good,

Norwegian wood?

Draco Malfoy had his whole life planned. Hermione Granger was not in this plan. He wasn't supposed to approach her at the Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't supposed to lust after her hideous bushy hair, and know-it-all mudblood personality. "Do you want a drink." Draco asked. "No thank you Malfoy." Hermione replied. "Are you sure?" "Okay. Just one." Hermione demurred. Three drinks later Hermione's cheeks were flushed. Draco couldn't believe his luck as she leaned in and whispered, "My flat. Now." They apparated into a room full of books and wood furnishing. "Typical Granger." Draco thought.

She asked me to stay

And she told me to sit anywhere

So I looked around

And I noticed there wasn't a chair.

"Sit anywhere," Hermione called out. "Let me just change into something a little more comfortable." Draco looked around. "No chair," He thought,

"Do muggles not use chairs." Hermione came in wearing a silver and green nightshirt and Draco felt his desire strengthen. "Sorry about my lack of chairs. I just moved in" Hermione explained. "Oh." Draco said.

I sat on a rug,

Biding my time,

Drinking her wine.

We talked until two

And then she said,

"It's time for bed"

"Would you like some wine, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. "Of course." Draco answered. "So how is life?" she asked. "Great. After my father got sent to Azkaban I inherited Malfoy Corporations so I have been kept busy with that. And you?" "I am working for the Ministry in the Office for House-Elf Relocation. I am trying to make sure they get put into good homes. I feel like I really am making a difference even if the work can be tedious." "That's great" The wine and conversation flowed. Draco had always known Hermione was smart but every remark she made surprised him. He couldn't believe how funny she was. "Voldemort's nipple it's late!" Hermione exclaimed at around two in the morning. "It's time for bed."

She told me she worked in the morning

And started to laugh.

I told her I didn't

And crawled off to sleep in the bath.

"I work in the morning by the way." Hermione remarked then giggled. Malfoy know knew he had been led on and he would not be shagged tonight. "Well I don't," Well I don't he retorted and went to sleep in the bathroom. He transfigured her bathtub into a bed, too tired to go back to Malfoy Manor. "Stupid mudblood leading me on," he grumbled to himself before falling asleep.

And when I awoke,

I was alone,

This bird had flown.

So I lit a fire,

Isn't it good?

Norwegian wood.

Draco woke up, the hope of Hermione begging for forgiveness with a quality snog strong in his mind. "Hermione?" Draco called out. No reply. He was alone. He knew that last night had been their one night. They had too much history. Still, she was not going to get away with misleading the Draco Malfoy. He performed a Fiendfyre curse before quickly apparating away. Nobody messes with a Malfoy.