The next morning, Draco Malfoy had a headache.
That was the first thing he was aware of when he woke up—never had he ever had such a severe hangover from a bottle of Firewhiskey.
Maybe it was more than a bottle, but it was still one whopper of a headache.
The next thing was that he was in a room other than his own; he pulled that from the mass amounts of pink and purple.
Then, Draco Malfoy was aware he was still in his same clothes from yesterday. Not all of them though; his cloak was flung over a fuchsia chair and his tie was on the overhead post.
And the last thing he was aware of before he screamed like a little Muggle girl was that there was a body beside him.
This wasn't an unusual occurrence though. Draco Malfoy was a man of many ladies.
Though he had been dating someone for the last month or so, a body would still be there.
But the body would certainly never be Hermione Granger's.
That's when Draco screamed like a little Muggle girl.
Hermione Granger woke up to a screaming man that sounded like a little girl.
That, added with the hangover, gave her a very, very bad headache.
"Shut up", she groaned, and dragged a pillow over her head.
Hermione Granger might be a morning person, but having a hangover just made the appeal of sunny mornings and chirping birds go away.
That's when Logic took over.
Why had a man been screaming? Hermione Granger sat up in bed to find out.
"MALFOY!", she yelled, and toppled back over in shock.
"Yes, Granger? The clothes aren't even off and you're yelling my name", he smirked infuriatingly.
"Shut. Up", she groaned again, and got out of bed.
Hermione downed a potion from her drawer, labeled For Hangovers.
"Give me some of that!", Draco Malfoy snatched the vial from her half gulp.
He poured it down his throat, and was corked and placed back in a second.
Hermione glared at him, and grabbed her towel and clothes for a shower.
"Malfoy, stay here. We need to talk", she headed into the bathroom, and once Draco heard the water flowing for a second, memories flooded his head.
A gasp from the shower confirmed she was getting them too.
A few minutes later, Hermione walked out of the shower, shaking.
Her hair was damp and she was dressed in a loose turtleneck and pants.
"Good morning", Draco said brightly.
"Yeah, good morning", Hermione replied, a smirk gracing her features.
"Why are you dressed in work clothes on Saturday?", he asked, trying to sound civil.
"These aren't work clothes", she glared at him.
Draco raised an eyebrow, crossed over to the dresser and yanked open the closet.
It was filled with very modest, loose, and comfortable looking clothes.
Boring and prudish, in Draco's opinion.
"We're going shopping", he said flatly, and took her arm to apparate.
"Wait just one—", the rest of her sentence was cut off as they disappeared.
…
"Welcome back, Mr. Malfoy", a woman with graying hair said warmly as they dropped into the middle of a clothing store for women.
Hermione saw the first smile she had ever seen from him break out on Draco's face.
"Thanks, Ms. Dancling", Draco said sincerely.
"Are you looking for clothes for this beautiful young woman?"
"Yes, actually. Something to make her look absolutely stunning"
Five minutes later, Hermione was modeling an outfit consisting of a knee length black pencil skirt and a body hugging, purple, sleeveless shirt with ruffles.
Draco's eyes widened as he took her in.
"Great for work, right, Granger?", he recovered, and turned to Ms. Dancling, "Add this one to my store card"
She nodded and went away to find something else.
"Store card?", Hermione giggled in spite of herself.
"Yeah, so?", his eyes dared her to say anything.
"It sounds like you, Mr. Malfoy, are gay"
His eyes widened again in shock and his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.
Then, he leapt up and yelled, "GRANGER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!", as he chased her around the store.
…
More than an hour later, Hermione and Draco walked out of the store giggling, and in between chuckles, he told Ms. Dancling to send the new wardrobe to Hermione's flat.
"Malfoy…why'd you do that for me?", Hermione asked, turning semi serious.
"Because, Granger", he smiled again and twirled her around, "I'm going to make you so stunning that Weasley and Kahn die of regret when we start fake dating"
"What about all the beauty on the inside crap?", she grinned, feeling a slight pang at fake.
"Hate to say it, Granger, but you are already nice and smart. Now time for the hairdressers!", he took her arm and they apparated.