Chapter 4
He silently stared at her, searching her face. Then sighed.
"Why don't you eat your dinner, love. Then we can discuss the matter at hand."
Hermoine was on the brink of lashing out and telling him where he could stick his dinner, but her stomach betrayed her and growled.
She hadn't had a meal since her lunch break which was hours ago.
"Fine." She grumbled under her breath.
After finishing the delicious 3 course meal and topping off her fifth glass of wine, Hermoine was feeling bubbly.
"Lets move to living room, darling." Malfoy led the drunken Hermoine towards the living room area.
One arm wrapped around her slim waist, he placed her on a velvet couch.
Hermoine didn't seem to mind due to her intoxicated state and kicked off her shoes.
Giggling like a small child she looked up at Malfoy through her long lashes. Malfoy really did love those lashes.
"Malfieeeeeee..." She giggled at the pet name she had suddenly given him.
"Yes, Hermione?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Why don't you come sit next to me, daaaaaaaaaaaarling." She said with a hint of mockery at the way he called her darling and a seductive wink.
Malfoy decided he would entertain her little show and sat next to her.
Wrapping her slim arms around his waist, she draped her toned legs on his, and layed her head on his chest.
Through short bursts of giggles she started asking him questions.
"Malfie, why are you-hahaha- toooormenting me? Heehee." Malfoy sighed contently at her reckless behavior.
"What do you mean, love?"
Hermoine abruptly looked at him.
"I meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean, you're being a big meany! One minute you're all lovey dovey the next you're all RAWR, FEAR ME I AM DRACO! heeheeehee"
Malfoy sighed. She needed sleep.
He decided he would carry her to the guest room and make her fall asleep.
"Come on my dear, off to the guest bedroom we go."
Hermoine's eyes widened and then she giggled again.
"Ooooo lala! You're taking me to your bedroom? Sounds like fun!"
He placed his arms under her knees and her back and carried her to the bedroom.
"Oh my big strong maaan !" Hermoine laughed like a mad women.
Squeezing his muscular arms and caressing his flexed back muscles.
She was letting go of all inhibition. But Malfoy couldn't take it.
The way she said "my man" and then caressed him like she wasn't utterly disgusted by him. It hurt his heart more than he could imagine.
He had to tell her.
Arriving at the guest bedroom he set her down gently on the bed.
"Hermoine, would you like something to wear? I do have a few of my mothers pajamas since she likes to spend the night occasionally."
Hermoine lifted a perfect eyebrow and scrunched up her face.
Malfoy's heart melted.
"Caaaaan I choose?" Her words slurring.
Malfoy chuckled at her.
"Sure, they are all here in the dresser." He gestured towards the male dresser at the foot of the king sized bed.
Hermoine bounced off the bed and slightly stumbled towards the dresser.
Malfoy couldn't help but laugh at the way she acted when she was drunk.
After a few minutes he felt like it was taking forever for her to pick something out.
"Could you hurry? We need to talk." He told her, slightly irritated.
She gave him a serious look.
"Chill out stuffy pants." She giggled at the way his forehead wrinkled in frustration.
"Just hurry." He rolled his eyes at her.
After digging through the drawers, Hermoine lifted a tiny satin night gown, with lace trims and a low sweetheart neckline and winked at him.
Malfoy started regretting letting her pick pajamas.
"Uhm... You sure you wanna wear those? It's kind of skimpy and I tend to turn the air down really low so it'll be really cold an-" Hermoine cut him off before he could keep rambling on.
"Yes! I want these! They seem... fun." She gave him a teasing smile.
Malfoy ran a nervous hand through his soft blonde hair.
"Alright." He said, practically sighing the word.
Noticing his attitude she snapped at him.
"If you didn't want me to choose than why did you ask me to? And why the hell does your mom and keep or even wear these here?!"
Malfoy now started laughing at the wrinkles showing up on her forehead.
"Alright alright! You win. And if you muuuust know, Mother usually stays with a friend." He winked at her.
"Ok, that's disgusting." She rolled her eyes at him
Malfoy laughed at her remark but couldn't shake the nervousness he'd felt all night.
I need to tell her. I need to tell her now. Just do it Malfoy! His conscious was taking over. If I don't tell her now... What will her family do? How will, Harry feel? And, Dumbledor. I can't put this off any longer.
Before he could finish his internal battle he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Hermoine had started removing her dress.
After giving her a puzzled look and a few suggestive coughs, he noticed she wasn't stopping.
"Woah woah woah, the restroom is right here. This isn't a strip club." Malfoy gave her a sly grin and pointed towards the door to her right.
Hermoine glared at him but then bounced to the restroom.
Ok ok ok... Hermoine talked to herself in the bathroom. I maybe a little... a lot... some drunk but I have to at least try and look... presentable. She said, running her fingers through her frizzed up hair. Ok, I'll just put this on and brush my hair! Yeah!
After stumbling over the toilet while trying to change her clothes, she rummaged through the bathroom drawers and found a brush & thoroughly brushed her frizzy hair.
Once she stumbled back to the full length mirror in the bathroom she checked herself out. Noticing how see-through her night gown was, she decided to tease Malfoy and slowly walked out of the restroom.
But she was shocked to see he was gone.
"Well hell. I try my best to look decent and the ass just leaves me here alone! Pffft, whateverrrrr!" She drunkenly slurs to herself.
Deciding that she was too tired to look for him she went to sleep in the bed that smelled too much of him.
Once she had fallen asleep, Malfoy walked over to check on her.
Leaning against the door frame he silently stared at her.
She looks so peaceful in her sleep. Like a beautiful angel. It's a matter of time before I shatter her dreams and the world she knows.
He admired her beauty.
I need to tell her.