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Before she even opens her eyes Hermione can feel her head pounding and knows she needs a hangover potion pronto. She kept a stock in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for mornings like this after Ginny has drug her out to party. In a daze, Hermione pulls herself out of her comfy bed and feels her way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the lights and only opening her eyes enough to see where she's going. She reaches the bathroom and grabs the potion, taking a gulp and immediately feeling better. Flipping on the lights, no longer afraid of the raging headache, she looks in the mirror at the disaster that has become her face. Her eye makeup has smeared down her eyes and she looks like a raccoon. Speaking of raccoons, it looks like one of them has made a home in her brown unruly hair. With a flick of her wand she fixes herself up and brushes her teeth before thinking about the events of last night.
The last thing she remembers is leaving with Draco, but what happened after that? Did Draco drop her off and leave? With a sudden feeling of dread Hermione slowly peeks her head out into her bed room and sure enough, her fear is confirmed. Laying in her bed, arms sprawled out and blonde hair mussed about is none other than Draco Malfoy. "Fuck," Hermione mutters, trying to figure out what in the hell happened after they left the club. How had Draco Malfoy ended up in her bed? It's not that she didn't love the fact that Draco was in her bed, she actually wished it was under different circumstances. The problem was, unless something drastic had changed last night, Draco was still married to Astoria and Hermione had no right to spend the night with him. No matter how many times she'd dreamed about it in the last few months.
Hermione shuts off the bathroom light and pulls on her silk robe, covering up her scantily clad body. All she'd woken up in was her black lacy thong. That and a sheer black tank top, she wasn't sure how that boded for the event of the previous night. "Draco, wake up," Hermione mutters as she sits down on the bed and gentle rocks Draco's body. She needs him up now so she can figure out what went down last night. The last thing Hermione Granger wants to be is a home wrecker.
"Draco, wake up," Hermione shakes him again, her voice frustrated now. Draco groans and shrugs off her hand as he slowly rolls over onto his back.
"What? Why are you waking me up? My head hurts," are his grumbled words as he slowly rubs his eyes like a little kid. If Hermione wasn't inwardly freaking out about the situation she found herself in, she'd think the movement was cute.
"Drink this," Hermione hands Draco the hangover potion she'd grabbed on the way out of the bathroom and he takes a dose. Hermione sets the bottle on the night stand as Draco starts to come to, stretching his arms out above him and letting out a yawn.
"What's going on Hermione? Why'd you wake me up?" Draco asks sleepily as he turns to face her, his grey eyes skimming over her skimpy robe. "What are we doing in bed together?" he asks after a second, sitting upright as the situation sinks in.
"Exactly," Hermione sends him a pointed look, crossing her arms over her chest and only managing to push her loose breasts together and up, making them stand out even more. Draco's eyes go right to them. Hermione uncrosses her arms immediately and straightens up, loving the way Draco is looking at her, but knowing it's wrong in this current situation.
"What happened last night Draco?" Hermione asks as she pulls her legs up onto the bed and wraps her arms around them protectively.
Draco runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh, remembering last night. "What part do you remember to?" he turns his grey eyes to meet her brown eyes and waits for her response.
Hermione can't read the look in his eyes and that bothers her, but she answers his questions and doesn't dwell on that thought. "I remember leaving the club, but then it's all blank," she says as she tries to make her memory come back with no luck.
"We came back here, made out a little and then you went to bed," Draco shrugs as he lays out the main points of last night.
"Did we…?" Hermione asks trailing off in fear that she'll get and answer she doesn't want. She would love to sleep with Draco under different circumstances.
"No, Hermione, we didn't. Who do you think I am?" Draco sighs and holds up his left hand, showing his silver wedding band.
"Okay, good," Hermione says with a sigh of relief.
"That doesn't mean I didn't want to, but we didn't," Draco sends her a flirty wink and Hermione responds by grabbing her pillow and hitting him with it. "Hey!" Draco holds up his hands in surrender.
"You deserved it," Hermione puts the pillow down and sends Draco a look, stopping any farther complaints.
Draco nods is agreement as he situates himself to lean against the headboard, the sheet falling down to reveal nothing but skin. Hermione can't help her eyes from traveling to the toned chest that is now on display, a chest she wants to run her hands over and trail kisses starting at the base of his neck and heading downward. With a blush, Hermione shakes the thoughts from her head and looks back to Draco's grey eyes. "Why did you spend the night?" Hermione asks the one question that may make this all make sense. They didn't sleep together, just kissed, not that that didn't cause guilt in the pit of Hermione's stomach, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
"Honestly, I didn't want to go home," Draco sighs and runs his hand through his sleep disheveled hair. "And you asked me to stay."
"I did?" Hermione asks in slight embarrassment. It sounds like something she would have done, she'd been lonely the last few months when Grace was out of the house and wasn't really surprised she'd wanted company, even if it was Draco's.
"You did," he nods. One look into Draco's eyes tells Hermione he didn't want to go home and spend another loveless night with Astoria. He was lonely too, just in a different way.
"I think you need to go home to your wife," Hermione says after a few minutes of silence. She needs Draco to get out of there now before her self control leaves her and she falls into his arms. She may not remember he kisses he mentioned from last night, but she can still feel a hint of tingle on her lips. The kiss must have been damn good.
"I don't want to," Draco admits as he rakes a hand through his hair and leans his head against the wall and stares at the ceiling. Hermione can see it's taking everything he has to hold himself together right now. His marriage to Astoria seems to be taking a toll on him and he's about to bust.
"Then go home to your son," Hermione says, knowing Draco will respond to this. The way he'd acted around Grace told Hermione he loved his own son unconditionally.
"Okay," Draco gives in after a second and starts to move out of the bed. Hermione watches, her eyes glued to his body, as Draco stands up wearing nothing but tight black boxers that leave very little to the imagination. With one look at what he's packing, Hermione knows that they Slytherin Sex God rumors are not rumors at all. She bites her lip to keep from moaning at the thought of what Draco could do with his massive snake if he were to unleash it on her. She takes deep calming breathes, getting herself under control, as Draco pulls on his clothes from last night.
When he's fully dressed, Draco turns back to Hermione. "We should do this again sometime," he says. "I mean spend time together, not sleep together," he amends when Hermione raises her brow at him.
"That would be nice," Hermione nods. If she can't have Draco as a lover, she could definitely use him as a friend. Maybe that was a possibility. They wouldn't know unless they tried.
Draco nods as he walks over to stand in front of Hermione. Her eyes follow him until he comes to a stop in front of her. Her leans down and places a soft kiss on her lips, there is nothing friendly about it, before saying, "Thanks for last night. I'll see you around Hermione." With those parting words, Draco smiles sadly and turns to leave, walking out of the door.
Hermione stares after Draco, her fingers pressed to her tingling lips as she watches Draco go. This is the first time in forever that Hermione hasn't felt like something is missing in her life. The final puzzle piece seems to finally be in place, the problem is that final piece is shaped like Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy was, by all means, off limits.
Hermione needed to get her thoughts under control and accept that Draco Malfoy would never actually be hers, not in the way she wanted. He wasn't going to leave Astoria after all of these years for her. There was something going on between Draco and Astoria that didn't meet the eye, but it had been going on for years and Hermione would be stupid to get her hopes up that she might be the one to get them to end that relationship. It just wasn't going to happen. Hermione would need to settle for being possible friends with Draco, that was the best she would ever get and she needed to be okay with that.
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