Recap: He cradled the back of her head, and she threw her arms around his neck, vaguely aware of the sound of the blood pumping in her ears and her friends, still watching.
His lips were so soft, and when his tongue touched her lips, she parted them willingly.
Eventually they had to break apart for oxygen, and she panted in the sweet air, one hand raised to touch her lips.
Hermione groaned as the unwelcome sunshine invaded her sleep. She threw her arm over her eyes to ward off the unwholesome light.
She heard snoring, and she clutched her hand to her suddenly-aching head. "Please be quiet" she pleaded to whoever was listening.
She still had her eyes closed, but the snoring stopped. The pounding in her head, unfortunately, did not.
"I'm dying" she moaned, clutching her head as she blearily opened her eyes. She was in her room, sleeping in her bed. But there was a warm something lying next to her. It was Malfoy. She almost jumped out of her bed screaming, before she noticed they were both clothed, and lying on top of the covers. They must have passed out last night. Her head gave a particularly vicious throb at having to think, and she groaned, grabbing a pillow to lay over her head.
"Make that two of us" she heard a Draco say in a muffled voice. He was lying face down on her bed.
"Accio" he said, waving his wand in the general direction of the door. Two bottles of purple liquid came soaring through the door at them, and hit him on the head. She would have laughed, if that didn't make her head hurt more.
He groaned and thrust one of the potions at her, still not opening his eyes to the outside world. "Hangover potion" he muttered, drowning his own. She accepted it, swallowing it down in one.
Her head instantly felt better, and judging by the way Draco sat up, so did his.
"So you just happen to have Hangover Cures in your bedroom?" Hermione asked.
He nodded and looked around. "How did I get here?" He asked.
"Ugh, I dunno. I think it was the Truth or Dare—we must have fallen asleep and they left us here" Hermione rationalized.
She opened the door, peering hesitantly out at the common room, half expecting to see Harry or Ginny snoring on the couch. Nope.
She sighed and walked to the kitchen, waving her wand to put on a pot of coffee. She remembered most of it, but her memory cut off after the kiss. She dropped the coffee mug she was holding.
The kiss! She had kissed Draco! She bent hastily to retrieve the shards of pottery, distractedly casting a Reparo.
She touched a hand to her lips, her cheeks turning bright red at the memory. He was a good kisser.
Did he remember it? Did she remember it, or was it just a dream? But no, her subconscious couldn't dream up something like that.
She bit her lip, knowing that Ginny would be interrogating her all day. She would be avoiding everyone except Luna and Neville. She cursed herself for the idea of the stupid Truth or Dare, cursed Draco for bringing Firewhisky into the game, and cursed Ginny for making the dare.
Hermione pushed the thoughts into the back of her mind. She would ignore them, she told herself firmly.
She turned off the kettle, deciding she would have a shower before breakfast, and headed for the bathroom. The bathroom connected to the Common room, Draco's bedroom and her bedroom. She undressed and stepped under the shower, letting the hot water soothe her muscles and calm her mind.
She stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body. She cursed as she remembered that she Draco was in her room, and so were her clothes. There was nothing for it, so she took a deep breath and held the towel firmly in place as she opened the door to her bedroom.
She peered out. Draco was sitting up on her bed, managing to look like the handsome aristocrat he was, even with the bed head and rumpled clothing.
Hermione stood in the doorway as he glanced over her. Was it her imagination, or did she see a flash of appreciation in his eyes. She shook her head to clear it, and got to the point. "I need to change my clothes" she said, avoiding his eyes. "Out!"
"Really, Granger, I think I'm just fine here" he leant back and relaxed in her bed, the picture of arrogance.
She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the way her heart thumped faster. "Out, Malfoy" she repeated, pointing her wand at him.
He snorted out a laugh, but stood up anyway. He passed her on his way out, and he whispered unnecessarily in her ear. She shivered as she felt his hot breath on her throat. "You're not that bad a kisser, Granger" he said, and then he was gone.
She stared after him, trying, and failing, to regulate the speed of her beating heart.
Okay, I know this is short, but this felt like the best place to cut if off. And if I know me, I'm probably going to post at least one other chapter with this, so…
That's assuming anyone's still reading this. I'm pretty much writing to myself, aren't I? No one reads this anymore *sniff*.
Actually, no one read it in the first place. And I really couldn't understand it. I mean I had this other fic, that I absoloutly hated, and that got loads of reviews, but this one, that I really like? Nothing. You people are fickle! Hmph! XD
But seriously, thanks for those who did review! Thanks!