Malfoy finally was about to get into bed after cleaning up the chaos in the bathroom. It took him 30 minutes to clean the toilet mess. Then he took another shower after he fixed the showerhead. He laid his head down on his pillow and closed his eyes. Was it nippy in here or was it just him? His pillow seemed really cool and damp. It was probably the open window he thought drifting off to sleep.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Bloody hell!" Malfoy grunted sleepily. It was coming from somewhere in the room, yet he couldn't pinpoint where. He lifted his head to look around but--
"HERMIONEEE!" He screamed for the second time that night.
She was reading when she heard him again. All of a sudden her door flew open and there was Malfoy. He was furious than ever. Seeing him standing in the doorway panting with rage while he had a pillow hanging off his face sent Hermione off the edge. She started laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. She even fell off the bed and had to attempt to get back on her feet while still laughing and clutching her sides. The sight of Malfoy trying to rip the pillow off his face made her fall down again.
"Will you fucking help me?!" Malfoy screamed with frustration. Hermione just kept laughing that tears started to flow. He somehow managed to get the pillow off his face. Throwing it down he grabbed one of Hermione's and went back to his room.
An hour later thrashing could be heard as Malfoy found another buzzing alarm clock. Then again half an hour later. Three hours later and after the last of the clocks have been found and turned off Malfoy had finally fallen asleep. Hermione had woken up and gotten a bowl of warm water. She carefully walked into his room trying to get to his bed as quietly as possible passing the pile of broken alarm clocks. She took his hand and placed it gently into the bowl of water and waited. Malfoy stirred but quickly settled again. Hermione, to her surprise, noticed her trick had worked and quickly left before Malfoy woke up.
Eating her scrambled eggs, Hermione's head jerked up as a flustered Malfoy walked out of his room. Not only did he look dead tired but also a little shaken.
"Malfoy why are those sheets on the floor?" Hermione pointed as she glanced into his room before the door closed.
"None of your business, you filthy bitch!" Malfoy spat.
"Why Malfoy did we have an accident?" She asked. He gave her the look of death.
"Oh we did! Draco Malfoy still wetting the bed is he? Wait till Pansy hears!" She laughed clearly enjoying every moment of it. All of a sudden Malfoy had her by her arm and pulled her close to his pale pointed face.
"You! What did you do? All that shit you pulled last night! Did you think you'd get away with it?" He growled tightening his grip on her arm.
"Ow! You're hurting me Malfoy! Get off!"
"NO! Listen to me! Don't you ever pull shit like this anymore. You hear me? GOT IT?" He yelled. He was starting to scare her.
"Don't try anything funny anymore Granger!" Malfoy warned pushing her on the table. He was now leaning over her. His body firmly pressed into hers.
"We wouldn't want to do anything we'd regret later on would we?" He whispered angrily in her ear as he thrust his pelvic into her. With that he turned around and walked back to his room. He turned around once inside and kept her gaze locked into his as he closed the door. A thrill passed through Hermione. She couldn't tell if it was fear or yearning. Strange…Oh well. Whatever it was she liked it.