Disclaimer: I have not turned into JKR, but I will console myself by playing with her characters and putting them in situations they would hate. Promise to return them when I'm done!
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 2. I wasn't quite sure how that would go over, but everyone seemed to like it. Enough babbling, on to the story....
Ch.3
The Morning After
The sun streamed through the open bedroom window, falling on a certain blonde boy, making him groan in discontent.
'What the hell happened to my curtains? I could have sworn I shut the damn things!'
He tried to roll over but he couldn't. 'What in Merlin's name? What is laying on me?' He tugged on his arm but then he opened his eyes and looked at what, or rather who, was holding him captive.
'Oh my god. How did this happen? I must have had one too many drinks last night.'
Slowly his memory came back to him and he settled into the feeling of holding the girl in his arms.
'I don't know why I did this, but it sure feels good now. I should go, but she has changed so much. She still looks the same, maybe a little taller and her hair has been tamed, but she carries herself differently, she seems so in control.'
He continued along this vein of thought, not noticing when Hermione stirred in his arms.
She turned towards him and pressed a kiss to his lips, effectively startling him out of his reverie. She then murmured a sleepy hello and he started to get up before realizing that he was, in fact, naked. Feeling slightly, and uncharacteristically, embarrassed, he laid back down and waited for her to get up first.
Hermione lay there in a sort of dreamy haze, before she registered that her nighttime companion was not the usual redhead, nope, in fact he was blond. She sat up quickly and looked over at Draco, who by now had gone slightly pink in the cheeks.
"H-hello Draco." She stuttered and then quickly got out of bed and rushed into her bathroom before he could say anything.
'Oh my god, think quick Hermione, what happened? Oh no, I didn't.' She thought back on the events once they had reached her home and a slow smile spread across her face, 'Oh but I did.'
Draco took the opportunity to pull on his clothing and he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Hermione to reappear. What have I done this time? I slept with a Mudblood. Draco shook his head at the thought, reminding himself that that particular word was no longer allowed since Potter defeated the Dark Lord.
She eventually came out, fully dressed and completely prepared for the conversation she knew was about to come.
"Look Draco-" "Hermione, I just want to say-"
They both stopped and waited for the other to finish. After a moment passed and it was obvious that they were both slightly unsure, Hermione took control and said, "Look Draco, last night was fun and all but I really don't need a commitment to tie me down. It was just a physical thing, not anything serious."
Draco looked taken aback for an instant but his naturally cold exterior soon replaced that. "Look Hermione," he said, mimicking her, "I wasn't expecting an lifelong commitment out of this any more than you were, so don't waste your breath telling me that. Besides, I remember what you said last night. Don't worry; I didn't get 'emotionally attached' or any silly thing like that. It was only one night, luv, don't get all worked up about it."
And then with a pop he apparated home, leaving a flabbergasted Hermione to sort everything out for herself.
