My response to the Ipod Challenge a friend sent me. All lean towards Dramione. They are all connected, though they can be read as stand alones. Will post as chapters.

THREE DAYS IN BED

Day One

Hermione rolled over in bed. She opened her eyes to bright sunlight filling the room. The shower was running somewhere behind her. She stretched and sat up. She picked up her mobile, and switched it on. She had almost 100 messages all ready. She had only been gone for one night. She smiled as she scrolled through the multitude of texts. She didn't start to tear up until she started playing the voicemails.

"Hermione, it's Ginny, where are you? Call me?"

"Mia, its Luna, everyone is frantic... please call someone."

" Mione, Harry here... um. Well, he said you just left... where.. well... call me?"

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, just come home..."

"Hermione, call me..."

"Hermione, where are you?"

"Okay you bitch, If your that pissed at me, just ignore me."

"Where the fuck are you?"

"If you don't call me by tonight, I'm packing your shit up and giving it to Harry."

"That's it. I'm done Hermione. I'm sending your shit to Harry. I'm done with you, you bloody bitch. I'm sick of your prudish ways, and your bullshit."

"(unintelligible female moaning) Ron... oh god, oh god, oh god, (a long low moan)"

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I didn't, well, I mean I did, but I didn't mean too... I'm sorry... please call me..." The last nine had all come from one number... her home one. She brushed tears from her eyes, and texted Mrs Weasley.

'tell everyone I'm fine. I'll be back on Monday... I just need some time.' She texted Harry something else.

'I'm forwarding the Voicemails he left me. Get my things for me. I am done. I'll explain more when I get back... btw, could you look into flats for me?' She turned the phone off as she heard the shower stop. She stood and pulled on the man's shirt she found on the chair. The door opened behind her.

"Everything okay?" his voice held a trace of french, but was unmistakably british in form and tone. She looked up at gray eyes filled with concern.

"Everything is fine." She brushed by him and headed for the shower. She started as she caught her reflection in the mirror. There was a nasty day old bruise marring her cheek, and love bites littering her neck. She cast a hasty glamour charm, and hopped under the water. When she emerged, the man was sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his phone.

"What happened last night?" she asked.

"Well, we ran into each other at a small pub near the Champs Elysees, and ended up splitting a few bottles of wine sitting on the banks. We got bored, and wandered over the the Seine to watch the boats... We got a little carried away, and ended up here."

"Where is here?"

"We are in St Germain. At a small wizarding hotel called The House of The Chosen."

"okay" she spoke quietly looking at the man in front of her. She may have gone to school with him, but he was a stranger to her now. Nothing like the ferrety git she had known. She smiled at him.

"Well, since we have the weekend, why don't we spend it the way we did last night?" she said, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. She bent forward, and caught his lips with hers. His hands slipped around her waist, and pulled her down to him, so they tumbled backwards onto the bed. She straddled him, and slipped the shirt off tossing it to the side. He laughed at her eagerness and flipped so she was under him.

"As you wish Ms. Granger."

Day Two

They sat at a cafe sipping coffee and discussing books. He pulled a flask out of his pocket and poured a few fingers of fire-whiskey into his cup. He gestured at her with the flask.

"No thanks, you take the hard stuff, it's menthols for me." she pulled a pack out of her pocket, pulled one out and lit one. He smiled.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"I really don't know. I still have a day to figure it out." she shrugged and puffed on the cigarette. A sly look came over her face, and she stubbed the cigarette out. She stood and threw some money on the table, offering him her hand.

"Where are we going" he asked, as she cast a disillusionment charm over them.

"You'll see." She said as she apparated them away.

He laughed when they landed in their room again. With a wave of her wand, she divested them of their clothing, and pulled him to her.

"How about another day in bed?" she growled throatily, as she drug him with her towards the bed.

"As you wish Ms. Granger" he replied as they fell into bed, once again worshipping each other's bodies.

Day Three

Hermione watched the sun go down, and sighed. She had to go back to England to tie up the loose ends of the end of her relationship. She smiled as she felt arms encircle her waist. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the man she had spent three days in bed with.

"I don't want you to go" he whispered in her ear.

"I don't want to go." she replied sadly.

"Unfortunately, we have lives back there." he sighed into her hair. Tears filled her eyes.

"Draco, you have a family back there." she spoke so quietly, he almost didn't hear. She felt a sob rise up. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in and inhaled deeply. The smell of spearmint toothpaste, and new parchment filled her senses.

"We will meet again. You'll see." he whispered as he bent down and caught her lips. They shared one last searing kiss. She pulled away.

"Goodbye." she picked up her bag, and apparated away.

At Home

Hermione knocked on the door of the Potter home. The door was flung open and a blur of red hair and freckles encircled her, quickly followed by a matching green and black one. She followed the figures inside. She blinked, and the tears blurring her vision cleared. She muttered a counter charm, and let her glamour fall, revealing the bruise on her cheek. Ginny gasped.

"Mia, what happened?"

"I told him I was leaving. I didn't want to deal with him running around with Romilda behind my back anymore." Harry growled at her words. She raised her hand to her cheek.

"He didn't hit me, I actually ran into a door in my rush to leave." Ginny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Really?"

"Honestly. The bruise on my face was from me. The bruises on my ego, and my heart are his."

"If he didn't hit you, where have you been?" Harry finally piped up. With a sad smile, she just replied "I guess I just needed some danger, I spent three days in bed with a stranger."

Song:

Three Days In Bed

Artist:

Holly Williams

Genre:

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