Chapter Two

What Happened?

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"Well, that was certainly a good way to wake up, Granger… seeing you naked. One I'm looking forward to seeing every morning," he answered, smirking at the bemused witch next to him.

"Explain!" Hermione growled, choosing to ignore the last part of his statement for now.

"Explain what?" Malfoy asked innocently, staring at her with a butter-wouldn't-melt look on his poncy face.

"Why are we in bed together? Why am I naked? Are you naked? Why did I leave the shop with you? Where's Ginny and Pansy and Angelina and Katie?" She rushed out, demanding answers.

"Woah, slow down there, Granger. My head's hurting and I don't need you going off like a screaming banshee."

"Urgh… you're so infuriating. Explain how we both ended up here… together. Did we… did we have… you know…"

"Sex, Granger?"

"Yes," she whispered, her face flaming in embarrassment.

"Was it that memorable that you can't even remember fucking me?"

"Tell me we didn't?"

"If you wish for me to lie then, no, we didn't have sex. You didn't scream my name half the night and beg me to fuck you harder," he grinned wickedly at her. "And to be honest, Granger, I'm a little insulted you don't remember. Girls don't usually forget a night with me."

"Oh. My. God. You arrogant bastard. I can't believe this. Where the hell are my clothes, Malfoy? I've got to get out of here before I punch you… again!"

"Merlin, Granger, will you calm down?"

"NO! No, I will not fucking calm down. I've no idea where I am, no clue as to how I ended up here with you, why I'm naked, or… Fuck! How the hell did we end up having sex?"

"Well, when two people fancy each other, what happens is, you remove each other's clothes and then—"

"SHUT UP, YOU PRAT!" she screamed at him. "I know how sex works, idiot. What I want to know is how we — as in, you and I — ended up shagging? Are we in some mad alternate universe I don't know about?"

"No, we're in my hotel suite, in Muggle Amsterdam and — trust me, Granger — you didn't need any encouragement last night. You willingly let me touch you, let me lick you, let me fuck you," he teased, reaching under the quilt to fondle one of her naked breasts.

"NO!" she yelled in shock, jumping from the bed at his touch, not caring that she was still naked. What did it matter now? He'd already — very obviously — seen her bare form. Her eyes darted about the room, taking in the trail of clothes strewn about the floor and furniture. Spotting her jeans and knickers, she bent to pick them up, hearing Malfoy groan from behind her.

"Granger, please don't bend over like that, or I shall shove my dick into you… again."

Pulling the items up her legs, she turned to glare at the prat who was stretched out in the bed with his hands behind his head, the quilt gathered around his hips giving her a very nice view of his toned chest. Holy fuck, he was hot; there was no denying it but, until she could figure out what had happened, there was no way she'd give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

Looking around for her bra, she spotted the black lace material hanging off the corner of the wardrobe door. Jesus, fuck… how had that ended up there? As she was fastening it around herself, a knock at the door made her jump in surprise.

"Malfoy? You in there?"

"Who's that?" She hissed at the reclining blond who was watching her dress.

"Yeah, I'm here, Zabini."

"Blaise? Blaise Zabini? What's he doing here?"

Ignoring her, he shouted back through the door, asking his friend what he wanted.

"Just wanted to know if you'd finished fucking that delectable Gryffindor yet?"

Draco winked at Hermione, noticing the angry look crossing her features. "Be thankful he's only knocking on the door, Granger. If I'd let you have your way last night—" he paused for effect "—then the bastard would've been waking up in this bed with us."