I own nothing that you recognise. I'm so sorry that I keep starting stories that I don't finish.
I will finish this one!

Draco Malfoy collapsed back onto the bed, sweat beading on his forehead, panting slightly. He smirked and looked at the witch lying next to him in much the same state. He lazily trailed a finger along her shoulder and smiled as she sighed happily before turning on her back to look at him. She raised a well groomed eyebrow at him and chuckled.

"Im tired" she slurred quiety, pulling the covers up over her chest. Draco agreed with a groan and cuddled closer to the naked witch next to him. His drunken thoughts buzzed around his brain, gradually fading as his eyes flickered closed and he emitted a small snore.

What seemed like 2 seconds later Draco jerked awake as he heard a door slam. He stared around him, squinting in the light of the morning. The space next to him was warm but most definitely empty, trying to ignore the queesiness in his stomach he stumbled out of bed and raced to the window.

His face fell as he realised who the witch emerging from his house was. It couldn't be. How the fuck did that happen? Draco drew away from the window as the witch glanced up, obviously trying to find the window of the room she had recently vacated.

Hermione Granger. Hermione fucking Granger? How much did I bloody drink last night?

Hermione Granger practically sprinted down the street as she saw Draco Malfoy's face in the window above, trying not to be seen. What had happened last night? How on Earth had she ended up in bed with Malfoy?

Her banging head was making it difficult to find a suitable place to apparate back home, though really this was probably a good idea. In the state she was in right now she'd probably end up splinching herself.

Hurrying down the stairs to the tube station she fumbled with her oyster card as she found the right line to get back to Grimmauld Place. After travelling on the underground for what seemed like hours Hermione finally alighted and made her way back to her temporary home.

Flopping down on her own cold bed Hermione finally thought about what had happened. Jesus Christ, how much did I bloody drink last night? I ended up in bed with Malfoy! Naked! And he was also... naked! Hermione swallowed and felt her face burn as she blushed, as a small voice at the back of her haid muttered "Yeah but he looked good though, didn't he?"

All too soon, and before she'd gotten back to sleep, Hermione's alarm went off. Today was the day she was going to Australia to find her parents. The war was over, the night before was a memorial ceremony for those who perished, and a prize giving for those who had received medals for the bravery. The Death Eaters were captured or dead, with a few stragglers still missing. Hogwarts was already being rebuilt under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall, who had agreed to take on the role of Headmistress when the school was back up and running.

Standing up from her bed Hermione shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower before hurrying to eat breakfast and shrink the essentials to fit into her backpack. Deciding not to wake the boys she left a note on the kitchen table.

"Boys,

I didn't want to wake you so early in the morning, by the time you see this I'll be well on my way to Australia, possibly even there. I'm hoping I won't have to wait too long for a portkey but you never know.

There's lots of food in the cupboards, try not to burn the house down.

See you soon,

Love Hermione xxx"

A/N - first chapter finished. Got my plot figured out, writing it as we speak.