This story kinda just popped into my head and I'm making it up as I go. It is inspired by things that have happened to people I know...not all of it, but some...so if you have any stories you'd like to share that would be great. I can try to work anything in. I'd love to hear from you!
Hope you enjoy.
Hermione opened her sleepy eyes, immediately shielding them from the bright morning sun pouring in the curtainless window. Wait a minute…the sun never came in her window in the morning…where was she?
She looked around her, seeing the somewhat familiar room. She had been in here before, but never woken up here. This was a room she'd never expected to wake up in, but one glance to her left confirmed her suspicions. Sleeping next to her, looking as gorgeous as ever was none other than Draco Malfoy, with a peaceful look on his sleeping face.
Hermione shot up with a start, immediately grabbing her head that was throbbing in pain. Just how much did I have to drink last night? And what the hell happened? Why am I in Draco's bed? And where are the rest of my clothes? Hermione thought, looking down and realizing she was only wearing a black lacy bra and matching panties. It didn't matter right now…none of this mattered right now. She needed to get out of here immediately before Draco woke up.
She carefully got out of Draco's cozy bed and found her clothes lying in a pile next to the closet. She quickly shimmied into her jeans, pulled the shirt over her head, and carried her heels as she tiptoed silently out of the room.
Once she made her way down the stairs and out the front door, Hermione slipped on her heels and trudged across the chilly and deserted campus to her apartment, making her walk of shame. The whole time she was trying to figure out what the hell had happened the night before, but her brain hurt too much to concentrate. She gave up on thinking for now and quickened her pace. She just couldn't wait to get back to the apartment and collapse into her bed and sleep for days.
Several minutes later Hermione found herself standing in the elevator of her apartment building. She took off her heels to relieve her aching feet and let her bare feet touch the cold hard floor of the elevator. At this moment she didn't care about how unsanitary this was, just her comfort.
The elevator door slid open on the second floor and she quietly padded down the carpeted hall way to her door. She slid her keycard through the slot and slowly, quietly opened the door hoping beyond hope that her roommates were still sound asleep. Unfortunately, as soon as she slid in the door she was bombarded by Ginny, "Where the hell have you been Hermione?"
"Not now Ginny," Hermione groaned as she pushed past the feisty redhead and headed towards their room.
"Yes now, Mione," Ginny insisted following after her.
"No," Hermione moaned as she blindly dropped her heels to the ground, climbed into her bed and passed out almost instantly in the soft comforting blankets.
Hermione opened her eyes hours later, her head still pounding and her whole body throbbing. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and fall back to sleep, but the awful taste in her mouth said otherwise. She got out of bed, slid on sweatpants and a hoodie and went out to find a drink.
In the kitchen, Hermione found Ginny leaning on the bar looking at her laptop. As soon as Ginny saw Hermione she asked, "So, care to explain last night yet?"
"No," Hermione simply stated walking to the fridge and pulling out a red Gatorade. She opened it and downed half, then made her way around Ginny to the blue couch in front of the TV and collapsed again. She turned on the TV – Criminal Minds again – and drifted off to sleep again.
The sound of something spraying woke Hermione up this time. She slowly sat up and looked around. The TV was still on and so was Criminal Minds - it must have been a marathon – and Ginny was moving around the kitchen.
"What the hell is that noise?" Hermione asked, her voice hoarse.
"Whip cream," Ginny held up the can. "Want some?"
"Sure," Hermione said getting up and taking the can, she squirted whip cream straight into her mouth and handed the can back.
"So what happened?" Ginny asked.
"Gin, let me get a shower and wake up first. Then I'll answer all your questions," Hermione said.
"Okay fine. Go get cleaned up," Ginny shooed Hermione away.
Hermione made her way to the bathroom where she immediately scrubbed her teeth, removing the awful taste that had been lingering. Then she stepped into the shower and let the hot waves of water ripple down her back, loosening her very tense muscles.
An hour later, she somewhat resembled her usual self and she found herself standing in the little kitchen, ready to answer all of Ginny's questions.
"Where the hell did you disappear to last night?" Ginny asked again, this time finally getting an answer.
"I didn't disappear to anywhere," Hermione informed.
"Yes, you did. We looked all over the guys' house, but you were nowhere to be found," Ginny protested.
"Apparently you didn't look hard enough," Hermione answered, not ready to go into details that she didn't quite know yet.
"What do you mean we didn't look hard enough?" Ginny asked. "Luna, Harry, Ron, and I checked everywhere in the house, except Draco's room because he was in there, probably asleep."
"There's your answer," Hermione said.
"What? Where's my answer?" Ginny looked very annoyed and confused by Hermione's lack of detail.
"Draco's room," Hermione simply said. Ginny should be able to put two and two together and Hermione braced herself for the flood of questions that were bound to come.
"Wait…" Ginny's face changed from confused to pure shock as the pieces finally clicked. "You were in Draco's room?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted, she couldn't hide anything from Ginny so what was the point in trying.
"Did you sleep with Draco?" Ginny burst.
"No!...yes?...I don't know," Hermione slowly admitted. The truth was she had no clue what had happened last night after she followed Draco to his room.
"You don't know?" Ginny asked, disbelieving.
"No, I don't remember what happened after we went to his room," Hermione admitted, embarrassed that she didn't remember.
"Wait…why don't you remember? Did he use a spell on you or something? Because if he did I'll hex his bullocks off," Ginny went on.
"No, of course not. I just had too much to drink," Hermione blushed.
"YOU had too much to drink?" Ginny asked in disbelief.
"Yes me, but that's not the big issue right now is it? It's the fact that I have no memory at all of what the hell I did last night," Hermione snapped.
"I know that," Ginny said. "Maybe Draco remembers."
"He drank as much as me, if not more," Hermione informed.
"Yeah, but he's used to it," Ginny laughed. "You're not."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Hermione said.
"Luna!" Ginny yelled down the hall. "We're going to the guys' house."
"Okay," came the muffled cry from down the hall.
"Let's go," Ginny headed out the door.
Hermione quickly followed after her redheaded best friend. All she wanted was some answers and she was going to get some.
As they were walking up the hill leading to the guys' house Hermione said, "Ginny please don't tell Harry or Ron about this. I want to figure out what actually happened first."
"Of course," Ginny smiled. "Your secret is safe with me."
When they arrived they let themselves in like always and found Harry and Ron lying on the couches where Hermione and Draco had sat last night. Harry looked up at the two girls. He sat up and greeted them, "Hey, how are you two?"
"Fine," Hermione said distractedly and then asked, "Where's Draco?"
"Still sleeping," Harry answered. "Why?"
"I need to talk to him," Hermione said starting to head towards the stairs.
"I wouldn't wake him up if I were you," Ron warned from his respective couch. "He'd be liable to hex you."
"I think I'll take my chances," Hermione said over her shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. She quickly covered the distance to Draco's door and didn't even bother to knock. She burst into the room saying, "Draco we need to talk now!"
There was no response and Draco was no longer in the bed where she had left him this morning, but from the bathroom she could hear the sound of the shower running. The door was halfway open and Hermione went through it into the steamy bathroom, repeating, "Draco, we need to talk now!"
The glass door slid open, revealing a very wet and very naked Draco Malfoy in all his glory. He didn't seem surprised to see Hermione or ashamed that he was standing there in front of her with everything exposed. For a moment Hermione forgot why she was there as she watched the water ripple down his abs, continuing over his manhood and down his well-toned legs. Hermione couldn't stop her eyes from wondering back up to stare at his prized possession, thinking, Holy shit, this boy is so lucky…I wonder what he can do with that thing. I'd definitely love to find out…
"What did you need Mione?" Draco asked, snapping Hermione out of her trance.
"Oh…umm…what the hell happened last night?" She asked finally looking into his piercing blue eyes.
"You don't remember?" he asked with a sexy smile.
"Oh and you do?" Hermione asked with disbelief.
"As a matter of fact I do," Draco smiled devilishly.
"Oh my god, did we…have sex?" Hermione asked, blushing and not sure she really wanted to know the answer.
"Would you regret it if we did?" Draco smiled, hinting at their conversation from the night before.
"Maybe," she answered, not quite sure if she would.
"Well just so you know, I wouldn't," Draco smiled flirtatiously, sending the butterflies in Hermione's stomach loose. "Give me a minute and I'll be done here and then we can talk," he smiled.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Hermione said blushing, remembering just where they were and how little he had on.
"Don't be," Draco smiled as he slid the door to the shower closed.
Hermione went out and sat on Draco's bed to await all the answers she was looking for.
A minute later the water shut off and Draco came out into the bedroom with a towel draped low around his waist. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of silk green boxers – old habits die hard- dropped the towel and slid on the soft fabric. After he pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans and a black cotton t-shirt he sat down next to Hermione and asked, "So what do you want to know?"
"What the hell happened last night?" Hermione asked for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, but this time she knew she was going to get the full story.
"You spent the night," Draco said with another devilish smile.
"No shit Draco. That much was obvious when I woke up in your bed this morning," Hermione snapped.
"Okay, sorry. I was just kidding," Draco held up his hands. "We had a great night together, but where do you stop remembering?"
"We just got up here and were making out. Now I can draw conclusions, but I just want to make sure I'm right," she said.
"Well, that's about it then."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked confused.
"We didn't hook up Hermione," Draco assured.
"Wait…we didn't have sex?"
"No, we didn't have sex," Draco confirmed. "Trust me if we would have had sex you'd remember it."
I'm sure I would, Hermione thought. "Okay, so what the hell happened then?" she asked, somewhat disappointed. She had really started to get used to the idea of sleeping with Draco.
"We were making out, some drunk couple opened the door, I went to kick them out, you passed out, and that's it," Draco retold the night.
"I passed out?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't take advantage of me or anything?" Hermione asked.
"Of course not. I'm not that kind of guy Hermione," Draco said looking hurt.
"I know, sorry," Hermione apologized.
"All we did was make out, but I'm not going to stand here and say that if you would have wanted to that we wouldn't have gone all the way," Draco admitted.
Hermione's insides turned to jello, "So that's it?"
"That's it."
"Okay, good," Hermione said.
"No regrets?" Draco asked.
"No regrets," Hermione smiled, wishing it were true. The truth was she had a regret and that regret was that she hadn't hooked up with Draco Malfoy while she had the chance. Hopefully there'd be a second chance soon, very, very soon.
