A/N: Ah, I feel like I haven't written in forever...I hope you enjoy this one. Review please. :)

For: The Ultimate Hermione Competition- Hermione/Draco; Lawyer AU

Word count: 873

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

No More Bushes

"What the hell?"

Draco could a hear a soft voice call out to him in the midst of his delusions. It sounded soothing and comforting. At least he thought he heard a voice. He couldn't really hear anything beyond the pounding of his head. He felt warm fingers pry his alcohol bottle from his hands. He attempted to push away the person but he felt his arm feebly move. The voice continued to call out. It was muted and far away. He tried to open his eyes but the weight fell unbearable and they forced themselves shut. The person tried to shake him awake but it was useless. Draco could feel the pull of the alcohol trying to bring him into the darkness. The warmness startled him as it touched his cold skin. Draco felt his lips pull upwards in a smile. He liked the warm touch very much. Too much for his own good. He scowled, more because he was upset than angry.

"Leave me alone." Even to his own ears it sounded weak and garbled.

"Are you insane?"

Draco nodded rapidly, his hair falling in front of his face. He was insane. Why else would he be out in the cold? Why else would he be here? Speaking of which, where was here? He laughed and laughed. He reached out with his hand to the air and was surprised when he came into contact with warmness. "I like the warm," he whispered before black clouded his vision.

He felt the rhythmic pounding of his head and the parchedness of this throat. He attempted to open his eyes wide but a bright white light blinded him. He groaned as all the intensity of his hangover struck him. He struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Oh. Are you finally awake?" asked a familiar, feminine voice.

Draco sat up from his position on the sofa way too fast. A giant wave of nausea turned his stomach over. "Bathroom," he croaked.

A small pair of hands pulled him into a different room hurriedly. "Here! Please don't get any on the floor!"

After the terribly embarrassing bathroom incident, Draco found himself sitting awkwardly in front of his savior, a young woman. She was beautiful savior at that. She was a young woman who introduced herself as Hermione Granger, a top-notch lawyer who graduated from Harvard. She had brown doe eyes and long hair that cascaded down her back in soft curls. She was also currently looking at him suspiciously.

"So, who the hell are you?" she asked, crossing her arms expectantly.

Draco found it amusing that she chose to worry over those matters after she had him finish and stomach down breakfast. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Draco thought her eyes widened slightly but he wasn't sure if it was real or just something he imagined.

"Well." She looked slightly uncomfortable when she spoke. "What were you doing drunk in the park in the bushes?"

Draco stayed silent for a moment.

"Oh! You don't have to tell me or anything if it's personal!"

Draco chuckled. It was rather amusing seeing this woman get so flustered easily. "It's not personal. It's just rather difficult. . . "

Hermione nodded, fiddling with a loose thread in her jumper.

"I'm an only son and heir to my parents. I have to take over their business for them."

Hermione nodded understandingly. "And you don't want to. Is that it?"

Draco chuckled, throwing his head back. He closed his eyes. "I want to be a Doctor. Is that unrealistic?"

He was surprised when he heard a loud snort come from Hermione. She blushed but spoke boldly. "Imagine that. A Malfoy wanting to break free! Lucius Malfoy would have a cow!"

Draco opened one eye, and peered at her. "How do you know my father's name?"

"Ah." She smiled sheepishly. "Really, who doesn't know the Malfoy name?"

Draco squinted at her. Wait. . . Granger? "Oh! You're that Granger! I've heard your name at the dinner table before actually." Draco straightened up smirking in her direction. "You drive my father insane because my mother's always praising you."

Hermione grinned. "I was lucky to get hired. Your father only chooses workers with privileged backgrounds so I was really lucky that Narcissa saw something in me. He only keeps me because I'm amazing at my job."

Draco smirked, raising one blonde brow. "Want to put your talent to the test?"

"Yes." Hermione leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "How?"

Draco grinned. "Represent me."

"Excuse me?"

"Represent me, Granger. I certainly don't want to be a lawyer so plead my case." Draco leaned back satisfied with her shocked expression. "How about it?"

Hermione bit her lips then nodded in determination. "Consider your case solved."

Draco smiled. "It seems like we're going to spend much time together."

Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "So?"

"Go to dinner with me. For the purposes of getting to know each other, of course."

Hermione looked at him and laughed. "Are you serious?"

"That's my relative," Draco answered, smirking. "I promise we won't end up in a bush after."

Hermione thought about it then nodded. "I guess. I'll go on a date with you."

Draco grinned wolfishly. "I didn't say anything about a bed however."