Written for Strictly Dramione's FanArt Friday! Beta'd by LaBelladoneX Pairing: Dramione Rated: T
Mistaken Identity
Oh God! What the hell happened last night? I questioned myself while trying to raise my pounding head off my soft pillow. The bright light blazing through my window was making my head worse, my mouth was dry, and every muscle in my body hurt. There wasn't anyone in bed next to me so, at least, I could breathe a sigh of relief.
It must have been a dream! A dream of dark hair, green eyes, and a firm body slamming into me. I'd told Ginny I shouldn't have been drinking the way I was last night, and the alcohol had clearly done a number on me if I was dreaming about wild, uninhibited sex with a strange dark-haired man.
I gasped loudly when I heard the shower turn on in my en-suite, my heart racing at the thought that there was indeed someone in my flat.
Shite!
I fell back against my pillow, willing my hungover brain to engage and remember the last twelve or so hours.
~•~•~•~•~
I was at The Leaky Cauldron with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Susan, enjoying lots of alcohol, lots of laughing, and a stranger at the bar. I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off him — the way he leaned on the wood, scanning the room, his eyes meeting mine. My breath had caught at the intense stare focused on me; his eyes were a bright green, he had dark chestnut brown hair, and a lean physique. He raised his glass of amber liquid toward me — winking — before turning back to the bar.
My knickers had dampened immediately; he was so fucking hot. Ginny had noticed, encouraging me to go talk to him. Of course, I hadn't needed much encouragement in my inebriated state and sashayed across the pub to stand beside him.
"Hi," I whispered coquettishly, looking up at the tall stranger from under my long, dark, lashes.
With a raised brow, he smirked down at me over the rim of his glass. My tongue shot out, licking at my bottom lip, making his eyes widen as he watched.
"Do you come here often?" I cringed at the corny line that fell from my mouth.
Way to go Granger, you idiot!
"Not here, no," he replied in a tone that sent a thrill through my core, the deep richness flooding my knickers even more. "I know where I would like to come often though."
Fuck! I was in serious trouble with this one and, in my drunken state, my brain told me to just go for it. How long had it been anyway? Thinking back, I realised it'd been about eighteen months since I'd last gone home with anyone.
As brazenly as I could — without breaking eye contact — I reached up, taking the glass from his hand and downing the contents.
"Wanna get out of here?" I asked, placing the glass on the bar and flipping my long curls over my shoulder.
He swallowed heavily. "Fuck, yes," he breathed, grabbing my hand and leading us across the pub to the door.
I heard my friends catcalling and banging their fists on the table as I left with this stranger, throwing Ginny a wink over my shoulder and watching her mouth go get him.
~•~•~•~•~
And go get him I did. I Apparated him back to my apartment and we spent the night twisted up together, fucking hard for hours. He was good; I'd lost count of how many times he'd put his mouth, hands and cock, in and on me. Fuck knows how many times I'd come! But it was just the one night; I didn't want a relationship, and the morning after was always awkward and uncomfortable.
Why hadn't he just left already?
Until I got over my fascination with a certain blond Malfoy, I felt I couldn't fully give myself over to another man and a relationship. My heart definitely wouldn't be in it. I don't even know how it had happened. No, that was a lie — of course I knew how it'd happened.
I'd always been aware of Draco Malfoy; his constant jibes at school had always kept him on my radar. After a very naughty dream about him during fifth year, the blond had been on my mind ever since. But now, no one knew where he was, he'd disappeared after his trial two years ago.
As these thoughts were racing through my brain, I heard the water from the shower turn off. I sat up, rubbing my throbbing forehead, bracing myself for the awkwardness as the door to my en-suite slowly opened and out stepped…
No!
It couldn't be!
"Malfoy."
"Granger," he grinned, walking towards me.
I couldn't move, frozen in place, the shock apparent in my expression. He stood at the end of the bed and pulled me forward by my ankles until my knees bent over the edge of the mattress. He leaned forward over me, his damp hair brushing the side of my face as he grabbed a curl of my hair. His lips were a breath away from my mouth, a minty scent ghosting across my cheek.
"Breakfast?" He grinned, placing a chaste kiss on my shocked mouth. He stood up and turned for the door.
What the actual fuck?
"Malfoy, get back here and explain yourself. I have questions."
"As I knew you would. Over coffee though, yeah, Granger?"
He sauntered out of my room, leaving me reeling. I'd spent the night getting fucked seven ways from Sunday by my obsession, and hadn't even known.
I jumped out of bed, dressing quickly, eager for his answers.
