Atlanta Sunshine
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Chapter 8- Aftershock
Hermione woke up the next day with a terrible headache. Apparently from drinking way too much. She opened her eyes, yet saw darkness. Was it still night? Was she still at Hogsmeade? She opened her eyes again and tried to look around. Only, she wasn't anywhere familiar. She knew she wasn't at the bar, because she was in a bed. She watched as the sun's rays filtered through the green curtains, allowing her to see. She saw no empty firewhiskey bottles, no people, no...clothes. No, clothes. She was naked.
Draco heard a deafening scream coming from a certain room. Smirking to himself, he casually grabbed some coffee and aspirin, and headed upstairs to hopefully calm the bushy-haired, bundle of nerves which was Hermione Granger. He walked to the door and opened it, soon after he wished he hadn't.
"You! What did you do to me?! And where am I?" Hermione screamed at him. She had the sheets gathered around her and huddled against her chest.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Of, course. That stupid smirk.
Hermione stared. "Sweetheart?"
"Yes. I thought after...well...what happened, we should at least act like we somewhat like each other-"
"Wa- wa- wait a minute. What happened...last night?" She probably wouldn't have thought much of it, if she hadn't of been naked. "...What happened last night?!"
"Oh, you...wait, you don't remember?" He gave her the coffee and handed her two aspirin. "Um, would I be asking you that very question if I did know?" Draco shrugged.
He walked away and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Well, I have to say Hermione, you are a very, let's just say, soothing person when you are drunk." Her heartbeat was so loud, she was surprised that Draco didn't hear it.
"We didn't...did we?" She started to shake all over. Sure Draco was a stunning young man, but this certain stunning young man just happened to be one of her most hated enemies. Her friends couldn't stand him, her parents despised him, she absolutely loathed him. Okay, maybe he had changed a bit. But more of a perverted change. Not the nice change or the mature change. Probably the only change you'd get out of him.
Draco looked at Hermione quizzically at first, but then settled for more serious look. "Honestly, I don't know."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You don't know? How can you not know? You either slept with me or someone else did, I mean, why am I in your bed? Where are my clothes?"
Draco looked down at her half exposed body, the sheets were just barely covering her chest. "Malfoy!"
He pulled his gaze away and looked at her face. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
FLASHBACK
Draco sat at the bar and watched as Hermione and her friends danced on the table tops. He still couldn't believe that this was how she acted outside of school.
The last song of the night was over, and all of the girls, including Harry, got off and started to leave. The party was over and many people were already gone. Even that Alby girl and Weasel.
He tried to find her. To mess with her or ask her to join him home. He didn't know which.
He found her at the bar, ordering yet another firewhiskey. She was extremely drunk. Maybe he was, too. He didn't know if he liked it or not.
"My, aren't we drunk." He whispered into her ear. She turned around to see who was speaking and saw Malfoy. "Well, hello." She slurred. She took a big gulp of her drink and stared at him. "Aren't you a pretty boy."
So far he was liking the drunken Hermione better. "So, why are you still here?"
She smiled. "Oh, I don't know, just not tired I guess. Why do parties end so early? I was just getting started." She took another big gulp, and when the bartender stepped away she reached over the counter and filled up her glass herself.
"Sweetie, it's 3 a.m." He was having to hold her up halfway. She was falling over already. The nicest thing he could do was offer to walk her back. So he did. Almost the whole way back, she clung to him like a bug to a leaf.
On the way to her room, she started to kiss him. Now he really like the drunken Hermione better. Of, course never let a kiss go unwanted. Soon they were making out. And the rest was a blur...
END FLASHBACK
"Malfoy?" She asked impatiently.
Shaking his head, he came back to the present. "What?"
"Do you remember anything?" She had a hopeful gleam to her eye.
He couldn't tell her, if he did she would never want to be around him anymore. Well not that she wanted to be around him in general. "No, I don't remember anything..."
2 Weeks Later
Hermione walked into the Great Hall, for breakfast. She sat down, still unaware that no one could see her secret. She thought that Draco had told everyone about it, if they had that is. She still couldn't believe that out of all of the guys there, it had to be him.
"Mione, you okay?" Harry asked. He hadn't seen her at breakfast in a long time. She didn't trust herself out of her own bedroom enough to even leave her common room, except for classes and midnight snacks.
"I'm fine, I just haven't been feeling well." It wasn't a lie. She couldn't even glance at the Slytherin table, for she knew that he would be there, staring. As he always did.
"I still don't feel well, I think i'm going to go back to sleep. If they ask about me just tell them i'm sick." She grabbed a muffin and proceeded towards the doors. Harry didn't protest. Hermione had never looked that bad. He looked at Ron and saw that he hadn't been eating much either.
"Is there a stomach virus going around?" Ron looked up. "I don't know, why?"
"Well, you haven't been eating, Mione's sick and not eating, Ginny's not over here bothering me...and where's Alby?" Harry looked around, but could not find her.
"She's not feeling well either. She said she's been getting sick alot lately. Maybe all of that booze did us in?" Ron suggested. "I don't know. Whatever it is, it should pass." They both finished eating.
Harry and Ron left ten minutes later to go to classes. Meanwhile, Hermione was lying in bed, checking her myspace. She had gotten several new friend requests and IMs. She updated her page, telling about the party, but leaving out all extra, unnecessary information. Suddenly, she got an IM from Alby.
Alby hey mione,
is it o.k. if i come over 4 a bit? i need 2 talk 2 u.
Hermione sure sweetie, i'm in my room
Only about two minutes later, Alby showed up with having almost the same dreary expression that Hermione had plastered to her face. She had a small black bag with her. She walked in and started pacing. Hermione wondered what could be wrong.
"Hey Mione, look...I've got something serious I have to figure out." Alby sat on the couch and motioned for Hermione to come sit.
"What's wrong, Alby?" She kept stealing glances at the black bag, wondering what could be in there.
"Mione, did you see Ron leave with me?" Hermione thought about for a minute, and she indeed did remember them leaving in a hurry with a stash of booze in their hands. "Yeah, you left really early, I wasn't even drunk, yet."
Alby looked upset, yet happy. "Sweetie whats wrong?" She asked again.
Alby stared at Hermione for a second, before opening the bag, and pulling out a small box.
Hermione's eyes widened as she saw what the little box said.
"Mione, I think I'm pregnant..."
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