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Hermione needs to know and Draco has no hesitations.
Written for the November 2010 challenge. Keyword: Veritaserum
13 - No Regrets
Hermione traces random patterns on the back of the hand half-buried under the hem of her shirt and knows the moment its owner awakens. The long fingers she admires so much slowly spread apart, their heat sinking into the soft flesh of her stomach. Malfoy speaks.
"Granger. You're in my bed."
"Actually, you're in mine," she corrects softly. "Do you remember last night?"
"The part where Potter pretended to put Veritaserum in my Firewhiskey and I fell for it? Yes." He sounds chagrined.
She smiles and asks haltingly, slowly. "Do you regret it?"
He's fast in replying. "No. I don't."