This is an A/U fan-fiction. Set for the beginning of their 6th year. Thanks for giving it a chance!
Rule Number One: Do not utter a word.
"This was a mistake." A girl with slightly frizzy hair growled, shoving her hair up into a ponytail holder.
"Duh." The platinum blonde boy next to her agreed, as he put his pants on with annoyance.
"You had better not breathe a word of this to anyone." She warned as she stood from the rumbled bed and started to search for her tie.
"As if I would, Granger! Do you think I'm moron?" He snarled back, forcing his feet down in his shoes.
"Actually, I do, Malfoy. A spoiled moronic brat." Hermione found her tie hanging off the chair at the foot of the bed.
"I should be the one telling you to keep your mouth shut. You'd better not run your mouth to your stupid friends about this either." Draco narrowed his eyes at Hermione, who had just finished adjusting her tie.
"I would never tell them! I don't even want to admit it to me!" She shot back, turning to glare at him. "Put your shirt on would you?"
"Intimidated by the view? Sure couldn't get enough of it last night could you?" Draco retorted, pulling his shirt on.
"You are so barbaric!" Hermione growled once more with frustration.
Draco chuckled evilly at her anger, just to hide his own.
"Too bad your greatest conquest is one you could never brag about."
"What that I got your virginity?" Hermione smiled inwardly at the sudden appalled look on Draco's face.
"Well, I guess that's something we both have in common." Draco shot back with a prideful look. "Seeing as I got yours as well."
"Ugh! I'm never drinking butterbeer again! I cant believe this!" Hermione was vibrating with anger.
"Well, we cant exactly go out there right now. Everyone is waking up and stumbling out of their rooms themselves." Draco pointed out as he sank down into the large leather chair in the corner of the room.
Hermione's brain churned on that fact for a second. As much as he hated to admit it, he was right.
"We'll need a story. Everyone is going to ask where we disappeared too." Draco suggested.
With a huff, she sat down in the chair at the foot of the bed, he was right about that too.
"I can say I went to finish getting things prepared for school." Hermione thought aloud.
"Yeah, I suppose I could say I was bored with the party." Draco turned his head to look out the large window to his right.
"Right. If we stick to those stories we should be okay. This meant nothing."
"Of course it didn't." Draco echoed.
Should I give up on Harry Potter fan-fictions or is it good enough for me to continue? I need to know. This seems like it would be fun to write!
THANKS FOR READING!
RAWR
