Chapter 3

Hermione woke up snug in a warm embrace. Startled at first, she relaxed until she realized just who was holding her. Shocked, Hermione jumped out of the bed, forgetting she didn't have any clothes. Unfortunately, the movement woke Draco up.

"Nice view."

Confused, Hermione looked down and blushed beet red before snatching up the blankets.

"Don't get used to it Malfoy."

"Fine. Whatever," he said, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. "Seven. Here. This time don't be late or it'll be a week."

Taking that as her cue to leave, Hermione quickly donned her clothes and fled.

"Hermione," whined Ron, "this essay is really, really hard. Can't you help me out? Please? We're supposed to be best friends, and what are best friends for if they don't help you out when you need it."

"You know Hermione, Ron's got a point," chimed in Harry.

The three of them were in the Gryffindor common room working on their transfiguration essays. It seemed like this year the teachers were out to beat the knowledge into their heads one way or another.

"And you know I can't. I've got a meeting to go to tonight and I can't be late. Do it yourselves."

"We're not asking you to do it for us, we're just asking for a step in the right direction," reasoned Harry.

"Please Hermione? I'll give you all of mum's fudge next time she sends it," begged Ron.

"Ronald Weasley, resorting to bribery is never the way to get what you want. Come on. I'll take you to the library and give you the books you need, but that's it."

"Thanks 'Mione."

It was half past seven when Hermione realized the time. "Shit! I've got to go," called Hermione as she sped out the door. Rounding the corner to Draco's portrait, she slammed into something very solid and started to fall when arms wrapped around her.

"Granger," said a cold voice.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. Honest I am. I lost track of time and—"

"Just shut it. I don't want to hear it," said Draco, cutting her off and pushing her away. "Your wardrobe however leaves something to be desired."

"My wardrobe?"

"Must you repeat everything I say? Haven't you got a brain of your own?"

"Yeah, well at least I'm not a ferrety git!"

"You'll pay for that," said Draco, lunging at her.

Within seconds, she was pinned up against the wall inside of his common room. Her arms were trapped above her head, and her chest was heaving from all the exertion of trying to fight him. At 6'4'' Draco outmatched her by nearly a foot, and had a good 50 pounds of muscle on her.

"Take it back," he growled, inches from her face.

"No."

"Take it back," he said, pressing her harder up against the wall, and trapping her with his body.

"Why? You know its true," taunted Hermione.

Incensed, Draco pushed away from her, and began stalking around the room, muttering and blowing up random objects. Seeing how mad he was sent a shiver of fear down Hermione's spine. She also felt incredibly guilty. Here she was as Head Girl, supposed to be setting an example and promoting interhouse unity, and she was picking a fight with the Head Boy. Sighing, and realizing there was nothing else she could really so, she walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I—I'm sorry. I was wrong and I shouldn't have called you a ferrety git."

"Thanks Granger." Taking a deep breath and calming down, Draco now felt ready to share his news. "why don't you change and lets get going."

"Where to? What's wrong with my robes? What should I wear?"

"We are going out. They are too schoolish and make you look like a little girl. And you should wear this," said Draco, waving his wand and changing both of their attire.

Hermione was now clad in dark black blue jeans and a dark green low v-cut sleeveless shirt. Draco was in all black with a silk shirt and casual pants.

"Much better," said Draco, taking hold of her arm and pulling out his portkey necklace. Soon they were spinning off into the night.

They arrived in an alley off a trendy street. Taking her arm, Draco led the way around to the front of their first destination. It was an Italian restaurant, Casa DelToya.

"What are we doing here?"

"Dinner. Then dancing, then whatever the mood says," he replied smoothly steering them into a private booth in the back.

"Dinner was delicious, thank-you"

"You're welcome, and call me Draco. I'm tired of always hearing Malfoy."

"Thank you Draco."

"You're welcome Hermione. Shall we?" asked Draco, offering his arm to her.

"Yes. Let's."

Outside, Draco hailed a taxi for the short drive to the club where they would be spending the remainder of their night. Once inside, they headed for the bar and ordered a couple of drinks.

"Ok, ok. True or false, McGonagall lets you guys drink Fire Whiskey whenever you want in the common room?"

"False. The only time she even lets us have butterbeer is after we win a Quidditch match. True or False, Blaise Zambini's gay?"

"False. He's bi. How about Lavender and Parvati? What's the deal with those two?"

"Dunno. But they're always together and once, Ginny says she caught them kissing," said Hermione, breaking out in giggles. "True or False, you've slept with every girl third year and up."

"False. They're fourth years now, I haven't gotten to the new third years yet, and I haven't had sex with you or Padma."

"Seriously? So there's a reason they call you the Slytherin Sex God?"

"Duh. Also, I haven't slept with anyone. You're the only girl I've ever slept with."

Instantly sober now, Hermione looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really. You're the only one to have ever graced my bed," replied Draco, downing another shot of Vodka. Hermione quickly following suite.

"Well then what do with them? Use the wall?"

both of them burst out laughing.

Draco snorted. "As if. For your information, I've never had any complaints Granger. Care to try?"

"I'm not quite that drunk yet Malfoy."

"Pity. Oh well. Come on, let's dance." Getting up and following him out onto the dance floor, they danced, laughed, drank, and partied until the club closed.

"What should we do now?"

"Let's go to a tattoo parlor," suggested Hermione. "I know a great one near the club I box at."

"Where is it?" laughing, Hermione grabbed his arm and apparated them both right inside.

"What can I do for you folks today?" asked a gruffy looking man wearing black leather.

"Tattoos Jack," called Hermione, staggering over to him. "One for each of us."

"Know what you want Hermione?"

"Yeah I do. A snake, here on my wrist to remember my new friend," said Hermione, showing where she wanted her tattoo.

"Alright, alright. And you? Same?"

"Yeah, sure, but up here on my right arm."

"Can do. Which way you want it 'Mione? Muggle or Magical?"

"What the hell, lets do muggle Jack. The last one hurt like a bitch, but I figure I'm too drunk to feel this one so sure. Muggle it is," said Hermione as she sat in the chair and proffered her right wrist. In a little over an hour, the tattoo was done in intricate detail. There was now a silver snake going up about four inches on her right wrist with the tail towards her elbow. It was elaborate yet simple at the same time. While Hermione was ogling her new piece of body art, this making 4 tattoos for her, Draco was having his first muggle tattoo.

"You know Hermione, you could have told me this would hurt like a bitch."

"You're strong. Tough it out. Holy Shit Jack. Is that the right time?"

Jack looked up at the clock and said "Yeah. It's 4:30 alright. Why? you late?"

"Majorly. It's an hours time difference back at Hogwarts. Breakfast will be served in 30 minutes. Damn. Time flies."

"Yeah, and so do we," said Draco, standing up and looking at his tattoo in the mirror. On his right upper arm there was a silver snake with his tail near Draco's elbow and a small dragon in the center of the design. "Nice. Like the dragon. How much do we owe you?"

"Aw forget it. Hermione's always welcome here, and it's nothin' for me do give you guys a favor. Go on, get back to that school of yours and enjoy your tats," said Jack, ushering them out the door.

"Thanks again Jack," called Hermione as they apparated outside Hogwarts.

"Great, now we just have to get back in without anyone finding out we're drunk and were out all night," commented Hermione.

"Here," said Draco, pulling out his portkey again. "My rooms." In a flash, they were inside of Draco's rooms.

"I think I'm beginning to like that portkey of yours."

"Me too. Come on, let's hit the hay," said Draco, leading her to the bedroom.

Giggling, Hermione followed him. "I think I am way too drunk to teach today."

"That's good, because today's Friday and the first class doesn't start until nine anyway," replied Draco, vanishing their clothes and stretching out under the covers. Still giggling, Hermione snuggled up next to him. "Well, there's still three hours left. Let's see if we can't find a way to amuse ourselves. I bet I can think of a few good ways to spend three hours alone with the Slytherin Sex God," said Hermione.

"If I did, you'd hate me. As it is, I can still show you how I got that title," Draco replied, pulling her closer and into a deep kiss. As the kiss deepened and got more intense, hands started to roam and Draco groaned to stop. "Hermione, you can't keep doing that. You don't touch. This is supposed to be about you, not me." Hermione glared at him but stilled her wandering hands. "Good," said Draco, reclaiming her lips and continuing his exploration of her body. 'Just because we're not having sex doesn't mean I can't show her a good time,' thought Draco.

Hermione woke up an hour later feeling very, very satisfied. Rolling over, she encountered Draco's gaze and couldn't resist smiling and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks."

He smirked. "No problem. Happy to be of service."

Rolling back over and standing up, Hermione suddenly became aware of her pounding headache and ran for the bathroom. Several minutes later she reemerged. "Ugh. Hangovers are a bitch."

Draco just smirked some more. "Class starts in twenty. If you want to be on time, I suggest you get ready now."

"Fuck. This is not what I need right now," exclaimed Hermione, running around putting on clothes and trying to get ready, not even caring whose clothes she threw on. "What about you? Aren't you teaching Snape's class?"

"Nope. You are. I'm just going to lie here a while longer and meet up with you at lunch. Then I might take the afternoon classes, I might not. I haven't decided yet. All I know is that today, I'm going to be lazy and put some stuff on this tattoo," replied Draco, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "Have fun," he called as Hermione ran out of the common room.