Hermione woke suddenly to a room she had never seen before. Black curtains surrounded her in a four post bed. Sitting up she realized she was lying in an elegant bed with ornate, black silk sheets. Where the hell was she?
Fear spread throughout her body. Clutching the black sheets she looked down at her body, then gave a deep sigh. She was still in her clothes from the day before. Everything was there, nothing felt out of place. She could relax a little. But still, where the bloody hell was she?
Then the pain hit her. The worst headache she had ever felt. Her mouth tasted like she had liked the dust bunny straight out from under the bed she was sitting on. She needed to find water. And soon.
She put a foot delicately on the cold wooden floor and slipped out of the large bed. The bedroom she was in matched the dark bed perfectly. Everything was black, sleek, and modern. There was a stone fireplace in the corner with a beautiful leather chaise lounge next to it. With a few different touches she could make that fireplace cozy, she thought.
Water. Focus. Need water.
Hermione pulled down her dress to make sure it covered her bum and began to tiptoe out of the bedroom. She walked down the hall quietly still unsure of where she was or even what time it was. The house was so dark, it could really be any time. Maybe it was still the middle of the night. But what was she doing in a stranger's house in the middle of the night?
Finally, she had wound her way into a kitchen and was ecstatic at the sight of a sink. She began to open the black, wooden cupboards by their gleaming steel knobs looking for a glass. It took her a few tries, but at last she found an entire shelf of crystal glasses just waiting to be filled.
"Good morning," said a dark, sleep-filled voice from behind her. The glass in her hand slipped and shattered against the hardwood floor as she gasped.
Looking over her shoulder scared to turn around in the surrounding broken glass Hermione saw Draco had entered the room. So it must be his home she had woken up. She was quite relieved to find she hadn't gone home with a stranger. Although she was still alarmed to be standing in his kitchen staring at his naked chest in the wee hours of the morning.
Draco waved his wand and the glass returned to it's full form as if it had never fallen in the first place. After a few stunned minutes standing in the shards, Hermione could finally turn around to face him.
"Sorry," she said. She cleared her throat. The fuzz was still filling her mouth and tongue. "I was trying to get a glass of water."
"Well, you weren't exactly quiet walking through the house, were you?"
She shrugged in response and picked up the remade glass to fill it with water. It was hard for her to look away from his unadorned chest, but if she didn't get water soon she was going to be truly sick. However, once the glass was full and she had taken a few mighty gulps, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. It was like seeing a car accident. She knew she shouldn't stare, but her eyes couldn't look away from the way his pajama bottoms hung across his hips.
"I thought this was against our contract?" she asked tearing her eyes away and breaking the long silence they had sunk into.
"It is, but it was out of my hands." He walked over to the cabinet and grabbed his own glass. As he filled it up his muscular hips were only mere inches from her. Instinctively, she scooted down the counter to put some space between them. As she moved she could feel a thread of tension building and following her down the empty counter.
"What do you mean it was out of your hands?"
"Well, you did pass out in my arms. What was I supposed to do? Leave you on the club floor?"
"You could have let Ginny take me home."
"Are you kidding? She was just as pissed as you! Potter was taking her home just as I left."
"Oh." She paused not sure what to say to him. Had she really that bad? She had passed out in his arms? So much for not touching! "Thank you," she said awkwardly.
"You're welcome." He set his glass down in the empty sink making it the only object out of place in such a pristine kitchen. "Your things are in the spare room you slept in. I trust you can see yourself out when you're ready."
She watched as he stalked off not sure what to think. Weren't they going to talk about this some more? They had obviously clearly violated their agreement. Did they still have an agreement? Would they continue to do this?
She had so many questions, and yet there he was storming off back to bed as if nothing had ever happened. As if she weren't still standing in his kitchen in the dress she wore the night before.
