A/N: I know it's been actually ages since I last posted, but I hope this makes up for it. I know it's short, but I should be able to get a significant amount out next week. I knowww this chapter isn't exactly what was expected but I hope you like it anyways!

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Draco was jolted back into consciousness by the alarm charm that he had set so that only he could hear it. It was time to refresh his appearance-altering charms, so that whatever girl he was with wouldn't wake up to find someone different in the bed than they expected. He rolled over, put his hand into the drawer of the nightstand, and muttered the words to the charm quietly, as to not disturb Harriet. He rolled back over, put his arm back over her, and promptly went back to sleep.

Later that morning, Draco rolled over, and slowly, fuzzily, woke up. He decided not to open his eyes yet - the light was just too bright. Last night had been very embarrassing. He had had way too much to drink, which led to confessions that should never have happened.

After they had gone for sausage rolls, and they had started talking about their lives. He had never done that before – he had always thought it would be a huge mistake, never tell a girl who you're sleeping with your issues, they like guys more dark and mysterious. Then he had asked Harriet, like a needy little schoolboy, if she would spend the night with him. What a feminine thing to say. Although, it had gotten her back into his bed, where they had spent the next hour entertaining themselves without much talking. Most girls were blasé about sex, but Harriet had really just given herself to him completely, holding nothing back. The combination of his experience and her eagerness had somehow coalesced into a perfect meeting of desire that had gone beyond what Draco had ever experienced before.

The sex gave way to another embarrassing episode of sharing. The girl had had a tough deal of it with that moronic boyfriend of hers. If the sex had been half as good with her boyfriend as it had been with Draco, the guy had been crazy to give her up. She seemed like a sweet girl, as well. Sweet isn't exactly what he went for usually, but it had been a nice change. Pretty naïve to not realize Roy? Rob? was cheating on her, but the guy was an asshole. Apparently they had been expected to be together for basically ever by all of their friends, who now didn't know which side to choose. Draco knew the expectation bit all too well.

Then it had apparently been his turn, and he had gone on and on about his family, and all the expectations foisted upon him. He had had to leave out all the dark lord stuff, obviously, but it was pretty easy to translate it to muggle terms. As embarrassing as it was in retrospect, at the time it had really felt good to get it all off of his chest. Harriet had been a great listener… apparently empathy was something she had in spades. Most girls' eyes lit up with a greedy little light when they had found out Draco was rich, but hers hadn't. She seemed genuinely sympathetic, and hesitantly gave some encouragement and advice to resist his archaic obligations – which he guessed they were. When she put it into perspective, it all seemed fairly medieval, but that was how the wizarding world was. Her advice was good, and when she started thinking and talking about his situation, her apparent intelligence that had been shrouded by the alcohol and sex earlier shone though. Draco didn't know what it was, but when she spoke, she came across as smart. And really sexy. Eventually he had decided that there had been too much talking – one of the best decisions he had made all night, and tumbled her back to the bed, where they had spent the next while forgetting about all that had happened to both of them, and just focusing on the two of them, themselves, together for the night. They had fallen asleep tangled in each others limbs, but they had drifted apart to find much more comfortable sleeping arrangements.

Draco started half thinking of ways to keep her around for the next few months before he went back home, but his thoughts were interrupted by the second alarm charm that he had set. It was time to get up and clear out so that the maid didn't find them en deshabille. He stretched, opened his eyes and glanced over to the other side of the bed.

He really must have drank too much. Draco could have sworn Harriet was a blonde, but the hair on the other pillow was dark brown. He reached over, brushed the hair back from her face, and then jerked his hand back as if it had been burned. That face was all too familiar when coupled with that hair.

Hermione Granger. He had slept with Hermione Granger. The bushy-haired, buck-toothed bane of his existence at Hogwarts. Harriet was Hermione Granger.

Draco lay back down and shut his eyes. Maybe it wasn't actually true, maybe it was a trick of the imagination and too much to drink. He ventured another peek, but it was still Granger.

Then it hit him. Not only did he sleep with Hermione Granger, he spilled most of his life story to her. And contemplated dating her. And liked her. Something was very wrong here. Something fundamentally wrong with his life in that he could spill his life story to GRANGER, of all people, and feel good about it. Change had to happen. Now. Going home and facing his mother couldn't be any worse than this low that he'd stooped to.

Panicked into action, Draco slithered out of bed, taking care not to disturb the now-brunette on the other side of the bed. He grabbed his wand out of the side table and cast a spell over the bed to ensure Granger kept sleeping. The overriding thought on his mind was that he had to get out. To go home. He transfigured the book on the nightstand into a massive suitcase, and started throwing all of his clothes into it.

Ten minutes later, he was all packed and ready just to get the hell out of there. He shrunk his suitcase to a manageable size, and put it outside the door. He was about to leave when it occurred to him that he should probably leave Granger a note. He found a piece of hotel notepaper, and scrawled quickly:

'Harriet – had to leave early, mother tracked me down. Thanks. – Drew'

With that, he walked to the door, removed the sleeping spell on the bed, and went to check out of the hotel for good.