Hope you're ready for chapter two, 'cos here it is :-)

AN - I own nothing but the plot...unfortunately.

Two – Hermione POV

I woke up feeling very groggy, with my head pounding like hell and my stomach roiling with nausea. Forcing myself into a sitting position against the headboard, I leant my elbows against my raised knees, and pushed the heels of palms into my eyes. "Fuuuck!" My head was literally killing me, I felt incredibly sick and it was all Ginny's fault…damn her and her new promotion at work, I'm never drinking again.

Keeping my eyes firmly closed, I gingerly leant my head back against the wall behind me, and that's when I heard footsteps; why for the love of God could I hear footsteps in my house? I froze, just as the bedroom door burst open, banging obnoxiously loudly against the wall. "Morning Granger, finally awake I see." My eyes shot open and I jerked my sore head in the direction of the voice.

A head of shaggy white blond hair and mesmerising steel grey eyes stared back at me…Malfoy, surely not. "What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, how presumptuous of me to think that I could wander freely around my own home." His home? I finally looked around more carefully at my surroundings; mocha coloured walls and cream venetian blinds across a huge picture window…with what would surely be a magnificent view. Shit, he was telling the truth, this was most certainly not my bedroom.

"Uhm…Malfoy, why am I…" I trailed off, blushing furiously as my embarrassment at the situation grew.

"In my house?" He looked over at me, eyebrow raised, obviously asking for confirmation of the unfinished question. I could only nod my head slowly, dreading the answer. "Well, when I found you last night, you were, shall we say, a little worse for wear, stumbling about and brandishing you wand at Muggles as well."

Shit. "I di…didn't do anything with it though…right?"

He laughed, "Thankfully not, I managed to save you before you did anything particularly stupid, but you did also throw up all over my lawn."

"Oh God…I'm so, so sorry."

He held up his hands, "Hey, at least it wasn't over me, right?"

Laughing nervously, I nodded my head again. "Right."

Seriously, this was horrible, the most embarrassing moment of my life…and it had to be Malfoy who witnessed it all, I'd seriously never live this down. Then it dawned on me…I'd have to see him at work tomorrow, bugger. Since the war, we were on relatively friendly terms, working in the same office at the Ministry kind of forced it on us, but actually, it wasn't too bad. But shit, there are a lot of other people in our department…and Malfoy would probably think nothing of telling them about what he'd seen.

As if reading my mind, he spoke up. "Thinking about Monday aren't you? Ooh, who to tell first, hmm, Morag would love this, she likes to torment you almost as much as I do…"

"Please Malfoy, please don't tell anyone. I…I'll do anything."

This was a new low for me, even after last night's escapades, begging Malfoy was considerably worse; I may as well have given him control of my life.

He was looking at me appraisingly. "Anything eh?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Well if you were to make us breakfast…and I mean a proper fry up not some healthy crap like you would probably like, then I won't say anything."

I blinked at him, a bit confused. Was that all he wanted, surely not, it was far too little, I was expecting something much, much worse. "Breakfast? That's it, nothing else?"

"Just breakfast Granger is that acceptable to you, or would you like me to think of something more?"

"You've got yourself a deal Malfoy, but could I, err, possibly use your shower. And maybe bor…borrow some clothes. I'll wash them, I promise, and bring them back to you."

"Of course, what kind of a host to you take me for Granger?" He turned, sauntering out of the bedroom as I flung myself back onto the pillows.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! How the hell did I get myself into this, and with Malfoy of all people…super sexy object of my most hidden affections Malfoy? I wanted to cry, I probably would have done as well if I hadn't been so dehydrated, or the fact he'd just re-entered the room, throwing a towel at me and managing to hit me smack bang in the face with it.

He roared with laughter as I glowered at him. "Oh come on, you've got to admit that was a pretty perfect shot."

I stood up, wobbling slightly as my hangover made itself known again, but I was determined; I was not going to let him get to me this time. I shoved past him into the hallway, freezing when I realised I had no clue where the bathroom even was. He laughed again and I felt him come up behind me. His chin brushed the top of my head and I couldn't help but shiver at the contact as he reached around me, pointing a slim finger at the door on my right.

Storming away from him, I was interrupted by his amused voice. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I grudgingly turned around, and he held out a neat pile of clothes for me. I snatched them from his grip, mumbling a small "thanks" before I barricaded myself in his bathroom. The bastard was still laughing it up in the hallway as I slammed the door shut, squeezing my eyes closed tightly.

Damn, he smelt so good, and I was actually in his house…Draco Malfoy's house. I wish it was under slightly different circumstances…but now I owed him, and I was still trying to wrap my alcohol addled brain around the idea of 'just breakfast', surely there had to be more; Malfoy had gone out of his way to help me, even though we were friends, this was one of the last things I'd ever expected from him.

I turned the shower on and stepped in, revelling in the hot spray as it soothed my aching body. Grabbing his shampoo, which was a very manly almond fragrance, I massaged it into my scalp quickly, rinsing and soaping up the rest of my body. I thought it would be prudent to not take too long, knowing him; he'd have absolutely no qualms about barging in on me…just like he had this morning…if I used up all of his hot water.

Turning the water off, I wrapped a fluffy green towel around me before I could start shivering. Using a quick drying spell, my hair was back to being all springy, shiny curls, I seriously love magic. Patting the rest of my body dry, I glanced over at the pile of clothes he was lending me. A pair of black jogging bottoms; I had to roll the legs up three times before they would stop dragging along the floor, and a pale grey t-shirt. I could tell that it would probably be well fitted to his body and build, but due to my puny size it fell down to about mid-thigh, overall though, I don't think that I looked too bad, and I was comfortable. It would be much easier to sit opposite him in this, than in that rather short dress from last night.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I peered out of the bathroom door, the landing was perfectly clear of any Malfoy's, so taking another breath to further calm my nerves I made my way as quietly as possible down the stairs in search of his kitchen.

I'll try and get chapter three up on Friday, until then, I hope you enjoyed this, let me know what you thought.

Gemsibob