Draco awoke at quarter to seven and tried to figure out why his arm was
asleep. He looked over and saw Hermione sleeping next to him in all her
naked glory. Suddenly, the events of a few hours previous came rushing
back to him. He slowly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Hermione,
and put on the scarlet bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door.
He picked up the empty bottles of liquor and threw them in the trash.
He picked up the telephone and called Ajani. Draco asked Ajani for some Tabasco sauce, an egg, salt, pepper, and tomato juice. Ajani brought it to the door and gave Draco a knowing look as he departed.
Draco shut the door and made his concoction. When he was done, he walked over to the bed, a glass in his hand, and tried to rouse Hermione. She awoke and tried to sit up, but laid back down and pulled a pillow over her head when she felt the pounding against her head.
"Would you stop hitting me?" she muttered irritably.
"Hermione, no one is hitting you. You are drunk and need to drink this," Draco explained softly.
Hermione pulled the pillow away from her head and opened one eye. "What is it?" she asked skeptically.
"Tabasco sauce, Egg yolk, tomato juice, salt and pepper. It tastes gross but it clears your head, and we have to leave in 30 minutes."
Hermione accepted the drink, pinched her nose and drank the nasty draft. She made a face and then handed the glass black to Draco. "Thanks," she said.
She stood up, bringing the bed sheets with her as she went to take a quick shower in the bathroom. She exited ten minutes later wearing the green bathrobe again.
"That's a good color on you," Draco commented.
"Same to you. You look like a Gryffindor," Hermione said, mentioning towards Draco's scarlet robe.
Draco smiled and went into the bathroom, still steamy after Hermione's shower. She went back into the closet and decided that if she was going to be nude later anyway, she might as well dress like a slut.
She selected a green halter top and a black miniskirt. She found a pair of black flip flops on the ground and donned those as well.
Draco exited the bathroom a few minutes later and grinned at Hermione's choice of clothes. "Well, since you wore my clothes earlier, do you expect me to wear yours?"
Hermione grinned. "Yes, I do. Here, put these on." Hermione held out a hot pink tank top and a pair of denim shorts that were so short, they could rival those of Daisy Duke.
Draco paled. "I was just joking. I wasn't being serious," he stammered.
"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. You might not be serious, but I'm not. Put these on right now!" she commanded.
"And if I don't?" Draco asked in a challenging voice.
Hermione lowered her voice dangerously and her eyes glinted with anger. "If you don't, you will regret it."
Draco backed away frightened. "Ok, We're just going to be stripping later, so I might as well. But what should I wear for underwear?"
Hermione went deeper into the closet and extracted a purple thong that said 'Angel' on it. "Here, wear this. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed and have your panty line showing." She said mischievously.
Draco set his mouth in a grim line of determination and grabbed the thong out of Hermione's hand. "I'm only doing this because I like you," he muttered as he stalked back to the bathroom.
"You have to show me proof that you are wearing the thong!" Hermione called after him.
A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in a bathrobe. "There is no way that I am wearing this out in public!" he proclaimed.
Hermione raised her eye brows. "Is it under the bathrobe?" Draco nodded morosely. "Ok, let's see it then." She demanded in a curt voice. Draco shook his head and backed up towards the bathroom. "Draco Malfoy, don't make me remove that bathrobe with force!"
Draco retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door. Hermione marched over and began banging on the door. "Draco Malfoy! If we don't leave soon we'll miss it!"
"Good! I'm not going anywhere dressed like this!"
"Draco! Stop acting like a child! Just come out here so we can leave!"
"Me! Acting like a child! Ha! You're the one making me dress like a drag queen!"
"Fine, you don't have to wear it out, but at least let me see how it looks," Hermione said through the door.
Draco slowly turned the door handle and exited he room. Hermione took one look at him and started cracking up.
"Prove to me that you are wearing the thong," Hermione managed to choke out.
Draco lowered the waist of the shorts and showed unmistakable purple G-string thong. Draco scowled. "There? Are you happy? Can I get changed now?"
Hermione's only answer was even more laughing. Draco took that as a yes and quickly discarded the women's clothes. He put on the green bathrobe that Hermione had left on the hook and opened the door. Hermione had finally composed herself and was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.
"I'm going to wear this down to the dock? Is that ok with you, your majesty?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Actually, yes. I think that I will change into a bathrobe too." Hermione changed into the scarlet bathrobe quickly in the bathroom.
"I will never wear thongs ever again," Draco said when Hermione exited the bathroom and they were leaving the hotel through the front door. Ajani looked up curiously from the front desk, but didn't say anything. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Why not? Aren't they the most comfy things in the entire world?" Hermione said in an energetic voice.
"Sure, if you like having a strip of Lycra jammed up your ass. Now that's tough love," Draco commented wryly.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked stopping in her tracks.
Draco went over what he said in his head and realized what had caused Hermione to stop abruptly. "I said, 'Sure, if you like having a strip of Lycra jammed up your ass' and then I stopped talking. I just stopped talking!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows skeptically and then started walking again. "Ok, if you say so. Anyway, since we have 'just met' tell me about yourself."
"Are you sure you want to know about me?" Draco asked.
"Of course I do. Even if I didn't, I don't have anything better to do." She grinned.
"Thanks," Draco said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "I feel appreciated now." Hermione just hit him on the head and he smiled. "Ok, my name is Draco Malfoy. Right now, I am 17 years old. I was born on January 23, 1980. My parents are Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy. I'm an only child. My parents had an arranged marriage, so they had sex as little as they could."
Hermione laughed at his last comment. "Sure, that's why. I think that once they had you, they realized how horrible children are and didn't want anymore."
Draco shot her a snarky grin. "Perhaps. Anyway, my father was a Death Eater and my mother sat around the house and put on makeup. I started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I was 11 and I was sorted into Slytherin. Regardless of what some arrogant Gryffindor's will say, Slytherin isn't a bad house. True, it turns out bad wizards, but it turns out good wizards as well. Look at Professor Snape! Besides, Gryffindor turned out Peter Pettigrew. Anyway, when I was in my fourth year, Voldemort returned. My father became a full-time Death Eater. Surprising everyone, including myself, I became friends with Harry Potter and most of his little friends. I became a spy in my own right. During sixth year, my father organized an attack on Hogwarts. I couldn't let him destroy my school or my newly found friends, so I warned Dumbledore. We stopped most of the Death Eaters, but one slipped through the cracks."
"My father had managed to avoid any members of the Order and was set on killing Potter. Luckily, Potter had his map so we saw where my father was headed. He was headed towards the Whomping Willow, which was where a member of the Order was positioned. My father snuck up on her, but before he could utter the killing curse, I killed him. I couldn't let him kill the girl I loved, so I killed my own father." Draco was stuck in the memory of killing his father.
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Author Note: Really corny... but I don't care! Please read and review!
Moony2187
He picked up the telephone and called Ajani. Draco asked Ajani for some Tabasco sauce, an egg, salt, pepper, and tomato juice. Ajani brought it to the door and gave Draco a knowing look as he departed.
Draco shut the door and made his concoction. When he was done, he walked over to the bed, a glass in his hand, and tried to rouse Hermione. She awoke and tried to sit up, but laid back down and pulled a pillow over her head when she felt the pounding against her head.
"Would you stop hitting me?" she muttered irritably.
"Hermione, no one is hitting you. You are drunk and need to drink this," Draco explained softly.
Hermione pulled the pillow away from her head and opened one eye. "What is it?" she asked skeptically.
"Tabasco sauce, Egg yolk, tomato juice, salt and pepper. It tastes gross but it clears your head, and we have to leave in 30 minutes."
Hermione accepted the drink, pinched her nose and drank the nasty draft. She made a face and then handed the glass black to Draco. "Thanks," she said.
She stood up, bringing the bed sheets with her as she went to take a quick shower in the bathroom. She exited ten minutes later wearing the green bathrobe again.
"That's a good color on you," Draco commented.
"Same to you. You look like a Gryffindor," Hermione said, mentioning towards Draco's scarlet robe.
Draco smiled and went into the bathroom, still steamy after Hermione's shower. She went back into the closet and decided that if she was going to be nude later anyway, she might as well dress like a slut.
She selected a green halter top and a black miniskirt. She found a pair of black flip flops on the ground and donned those as well.
Draco exited the bathroom a few minutes later and grinned at Hermione's choice of clothes. "Well, since you wore my clothes earlier, do you expect me to wear yours?"
Hermione grinned. "Yes, I do. Here, put these on." Hermione held out a hot pink tank top and a pair of denim shorts that were so short, they could rival those of Daisy Duke.
Draco paled. "I was just joking. I wasn't being serious," he stammered.
"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. You might not be serious, but I'm not. Put these on right now!" she commanded.
"And if I don't?" Draco asked in a challenging voice.
Hermione lowered her voice dangerously and her eyes glinted with anger. "If you don't, you will regret it."
Draco backed away frightened. "Ok, We're just going to be stripping later, so I might as well. But what should I wear for underwear?"
Hermione went deeper into the closet and extracted a purple thong that said 'Angel' on it. "Here, wear this. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed and have your panty line showing." She said mischievously.
Draco set his mouth in a grim line of determination and grabbed the thong out of Hermione's hand. "I'm only doing this because I like you," he muttered as he stalked back to the bathroom.
"You have to show me proof that you are wearing the thong!" Hermione called after him.
A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in a bathrobe. "There is no way that I am wearing this out in public!" he proclaimed.
Hermione raised her eye brows. "Is it under the bathrobe?" Draco nodded morosely. "Ok, let's see it then." She demanded in a curt voice. Draco shook his head and backed up towards the bathroom. "Draco Malfoy, don't make me remove that bathrobe with force!"
Draco retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door. Hermione marched over and began banging on the door. "Draco Malfoy! If we don't leave soon we'll miss it!"
"Good! I'm not going anywhere dressed like this!"
"Draco! Stop acting like a child! Just come out here so we can leave!"
"Me! Acting like a child! Ha! You're the one making me dress like a drag queen!"
"Fine, you don't have to wear it out, but at least let me see how it looks," Hermione said through the door.
Draco slowly turned the door handle and exited he room. Hermione took one look at him and started cracking up.
"Prove to me that you are wearing the thong," Hermione managed to choke out.
Draco lowered the waist of the shorts and showed unmistakable purple G-string thong. Draco scowled. "There? Are you happy? Can I get changed now?"
Hermione's only answer was even more laughing. Draco took that as a yes and quickly discarded the women's clothes. He put on the green bathrobe that Hermione had left on the hook and opened the door. Hermione had finally composed herself and was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.
"I'm going to wear this down to the dock? Is that ok with you, your majesty?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Actually, yes. I think that I will change into a bathrobe too." Hermione changed into the scarlet bathrobe quickly in the bathroom.
"I will never wear thongs ever again," Draco said when Hermione exited the bathroom and they were leaving the hotel through the front door. Ajani looked up curiously from the front desk, but didn't say anything. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Why not? Aren't they the most comfy things in the entire world?" Hermione said in an energetic voice.
"Sure, if you like having a strip of Lycra jammed up your ass. Now that's tough love," Draco commented wryly.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked stopping in her tracks.
Draco went over what he said in his head and realized what had caused Hermione to stop abruptly. "I said, 'Sure, if you like having a strip of Lycra jammed up your ass' and then I stopped talking. I just stopped talking!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows skeptically and then started walking again. "Ok, if you say so. Anyway, since we have 'just met' tell me about yourself."
"Are you sure you want to know about me?" Draco asked.
"Of course I do. Even if I didn't, I don't have anything better to do." She grinned.
"Thanks," Draco said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "I feel appreciated now." Hermione just hit him on the head and he smiled. "Ok, my name is Draco Malfoy. Right now, I am 17 years old. I was born on January 23, 1980. My parents are Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy. I'm an only child. My parents had an arranged marriage, so they had sex as little as they could."
Hermione laughed at his last comment. "Sure, that's why. I think that once they had you, they realized how horrible children are and didn't want anymore."
Draco shot her a snarky grin. "Perhaps. Anyway, my father was a Death Eater and my mother sat around the house and put on makeup. I started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I was 11 and I was sorted into Slytherin. Regardless of what some arrogant Gryffindor's will say, Slytherin isn't a bad house. True, it turns out bad wizards, but it turns out good wizards as well. Look at Professor Snape! Besides, Gryffindor turned out Peter Pettigrew. Anyway, when I was in my fourth year, Voldemort returned. My father became a full-time Death Eater. Surprising everyone, including myself, I became friends with Harry Potter and most of his little friends. I became a spy in my own right. During sixth year, my father organized an attack on Hogwarts. I couldn't let him destroy my school or my newly found friends, so I warned Dumbledore. We stopped most of the Death Eaters, but one slipped through the cracks."
"My father had managed to avoid any members of the Order and was set on killing Potter. Luckily, Potter had his map so we saw where my father was headed. He was headed towards the Whomping Willow, which was where a member of the Order was positioned. My father snuck up on her, but before he could utter the killing curse, I killed him. I couldn't let him kill the girl I loved, so I killed my own father." Draco was stuck in the memory of killing his father.
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Author Note: Really corny... but I don't care! Please read and review!
Moony2187
