It Wasn't Enough

By: Acro

Chapter Two:

The Morning After


Hermione's Apartment

6:34 AM

Hermione rolled over the next morning and opened her eyes ever so slightly. In an instant, she was gripping her head in pain and pulling the covers over her head to block out the sun. Her head was aching, her mouth was filled with a weird, almost salty taste and she felt like she'd been hit by an 18-wheeler truck. After a few seconds of trying to gather the events from the night before, and with very little success mind you, Hermione pushed aside the covers and swung her legs over the side of her bed. That's when she noted what she was wearing. Some kind of white button-up shirt that she'd never owned. Her head ached even worse than before as she moved to her bathroom, opened the door and came eyes to eyes with a pair of very familiar silver spheres.

"M-Malfoy?" she blurted, taking a few steps beck and looking him up and down to find that he was wearing his black slacks from the day before but was missing his shirt. That's when Hermione looked down at her attire and almost screamed. "What are you doing here? What did I do last night? Did I… did I…?"

"No, you're still pure as the morning sun, Granger," he said. "Though if I wasn't a complete gentleman it might not have turned out that way." Hermione glared at him and rushed over to her closet to find something else to where.

"What happened last night, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, pulling out a white blouse, a black skirt, and some blue robes.

"Hmm, I can't remember much," Draco replied, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom door and staring at Hermione's legs as she pulled out her clothes for the day. "All I know is that I drank a lot of scotch and you drank a lot of whiskey. It's all fine and dandy now, though, Granger. Nothing happened."

Hermione pushed past Draco and into the bathroom with her clothes, opened the medicine cabinet after setting her clothes down next to the bath and pulled out a bottle of pain relievers. She popped two little white pills out of the bottle, filled a plastic up with sink water, downed the pills quick and easy, and washed it down with the sink water. She turned on the shower, shoved Malfoy out of her bathroom, and began undressing.

After her shower, Hermione dried her hair, dressed, brushed her teeth and hair, and left the bathroom to find Draco sitting on her bed, now fully clothed. He gave her smirk as she entered and made for the owl sitting in a cage on the other side of the room. Malfoy cut her off halfway and gave her yet another smirk.

"Please, move, Malfoy. I need to owl somebody about something," she said, attempting to go around him only for him to block her every move. She held up her hand, stuck her finger in his face and began, "Listen, you! Get out of my way or else I'll—"

Draco grabbed her wrist, twisted her finger away from his nose, and look down at her with his silvery eyes. "Or else you'll what? Jinx me?" He took a few steps forward making her take a few steps back. He kept walking until the back of her knees were against the bed. "Don't you want to know what happened last night?" Hermione gulped, trying not too look too weak and vulnerable.

"N-no," she lied, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"Sure you do," he breathed in her ear, letting his warm breath fan out against her skin.

"No, I don't!" Hermione snapped, regain some of her composure. Enough to jerk her arm out of his grasp and push him away.

He didn't try to stop her this time. He merely adjusted his tie and watched as Hermione scribbled something hurriedly on a piece of parchment and attached it to her owl's leg. The black screech owl gave an affectionate nip at her finger and took off out the window. Draco fixed his hair a little, smirked at Hermione, and made for the front door.

"Let's just say, ''Mione', that I really enjoyed your company last night," he said before exiting her house and aparating home.


Flourish and Blotts

6:58 AM

Hermione unlocked the door to Flourish and Blotts and stepped warily in. Her head still ached and her muscles were sore. She walked around to behind the counter and into the back room. She took her cloak off and set it on the back of a chair before grabbing a box of books and heading back out into the store. She gently placed that day's shipment of the new spell books. When the shelves were stocked, she returned to behind the counter just at the door opened.

"Hey, 'Mione," said a familiar voice. The brunette looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, clutching his Firebolt and smiling awkwardly. "You needed to talk to me?"

"Um, yeah," replied Hermione. "I was wondering if you could tell me what happened last night and why I woke up with Draco Malfoy in my apartment."

"Er…well…" Harry began. "I don't know if you recall but you got pretty hammered last night. I mean, you had a lot of whiskey. Well, Ginny and Malfoy got drunk as well…" Hermione let out a small groan of regret. "You kept yelling at me every time I tried to take you home until finally you passed out on the floor. Malfoy insisted on taking you home so we dropped you guys off, found a way into your apartment and just as we were about to leave, Malfoy passed out next to you on your bed. We tried to spell him out but the spells wore off before we could get him through the door. Ginny and I stayed for about an hour after that to see if either of you would wake up and so that I could get some coffee or something in Ginny. And when we thought you both were pretty knocked out, we left. That's all. Why? Did Malfoy say something to you this morning?"

Hermione groaned again and rubbed her aching head. "Well, he was acting pretty cocky and said that he 'enjoyed my company' so I'm a little confused. He might have just been saying that to get me flustered."

"I wouldn't put it past him. I mean, he is a Malfoy," Harry reasoned.

"I guess," Hermione mumbled.

"Well, I gotta go, 'Mione. I have work today. I'll talk to Malfoy," Harry said, though it looked as if the thought of conversing with Draco was the very last thing he would have liked to do. "See you?"

"Yeah," Hermione replied. "Bye."

With a loud CRACK, Harry disaparated. Hermione sat down in the cushiony stool behind the counter and started flipping through the pages of a nearby magazine. Her head throbbed from the remnants of the hang over and she had trouble focusing on the magazine's content. She rubbed her temples gently and turned the page of the Witch Weekly to look at a picture of the one person she did not want to see right then. Malfoy. Beside his picture were several notes about his favorite foods, what type of girls he was interested in, along with several of his other likes and interests. Hermione shook her head slightly, which only made it ache more. She looked at the picture of him for a second and it blew her a teasing kiss. She closed the magazine and put it back in the slot.

"Hey, Hermione," said the voice of the person coming through the door. Hermione looked up and saw a tall man with dark brown hair, golden eyes, and a friendly face walking through.

"Hello, Carter," Hermione replied. "Here's today's Daily Prophet."

"Thanks," Carter replied, taking the newspaper from Hermione and flipping through it quickly before paying Hermione.

"Isn't coming all this way to get a newspaper a hassle?" Hermione asked. "If you want, my owl could drop it off at your house in the mornings."

"No, Jane's allergic to owls, remember?" Carter stated, while reading through the paragraph on the cover. "So how was your birthday yesterday?"

"It was alright," lied Hermione. Who was she kidding? It was a complete disaster!

A group of teenage girls opened up the Witch Weekly to the page with the winking Malfoy picture. They swooned, making Carter look up from his paper and over to see what they were looking at.

"It seems every girl in England is falling for Draco Malfoy," he said, turning the page of his paper. "Quite popular these days, isn't he?"

"Well every girl didn't go to school with him and see what a slimy git he is," Hermione stated. The teenagers each bought a copy of that Witch weekly, gave Hermione an 'are-you-crazy' look, and then departed from Flourish and Blotts.


A/N: Well, that's Chapter 2. What do you think? It's prolly the shortest chapter I've written for this story. Well, R&R and I'll update soon. If you like this pairing you love this cute little comic called Foe Transformation. The URL is : . Review soon.

Acro