Title: Sleep All Day
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved in this story. In other words, I don't own Hermione or Draco in any way, story of my life.
A/N: This is a D/Hr story; it's basically a love story without the added angst, even though I do have a wee bit in this story. I love Reviews, even if you're flaming me, just as long as you have a reason. Criticism Welcome! It motivates me.
Summary: You know when people say 'accidents happen' and 'in the heat of the moment'? Well, those people are liars.
Chapter 4: The Aftermath
Story
She said:
"What would your mother think oh lord, and how would your father react oh ho..."
-Jason Mraz
-Hermione's after effect-
Hermione wasn't sure how she managed to be naked on her four-poster bed. She wasn't sure why she felt like a patient in critical condition. All she knew was she had done something, something; she shouldn't have, to say the least.
She sat up, covered herself with a mass quantity of sheets and walked into the Head Girl's bathroom. She looked up at her reflection though the mirror.
The only thing that came to mind was: what have I done.
-Draco's after effect-
The recollection of the nights events seem lost in Draco's mind. He wasn't sure whether he should be overcome with joy, or be immensely disgusted.
He decided to go to the Astronomy Tower to gather his thought. He grabbed his journal and managed to slip past his follow housemates without notice, and walked the halls freely without interruption. He figured the lack of people was due to the fact that it was Sunday, everyone was cooped up in there common rooms, whether they were studying or socializing was beyond him. As he walked up the steps, he wondered what she was doing.
"Probably reading something boring in the library, or taking notes on Hogwarts, A history, as if she doesn't already know the book, cover to cover," he said to himself.
Something in his brain said why do you care, and he ponder the thought until he reached the door to the tower. It was open, just like it always is. He entered and proceeds to his favorite spot, the far window cell on the left, he could always get a good outlook there, and it also made him think better. He dabbed his quill into his ink bottled, and began to write.
1 September1999
How many ways can one person screw up?
It's a question I ask myself daily, only the answer isn't always pleasant. Last night I did something I've done for many a nights, but this night was different. I know your tired of my in depth details of my late night activities, so you can breathe easily knowing that it wasn't that kind of evening. Well, actually it is, but you don't have to worry about me describing it to the tee. See, this time was different because this person was different. Whenever I manage to lure some mindless conquest, it means nothing. Mostly I pick out a pretty girl, (Usually a Ravenclaw) make sure she's interested, (they mostly are) and I make it a point to find out if they're pureblood ahead of time. However, this time I just jumped in for the plunge without considering the repercussions. First of, what if someone was to find out? I know everyone thinks I'm sexually active, which I am, but I've never been one to steer outside my own kind, for various reason. I mean, I do have an image to uphold. Secondly, what if my father finds out? Above all, if he were to find out he would me the most upset. Did I say upset? I meant outraged. Why do I care what my father thinks? My sex life shouldn't be his concern, right? Normal fathers would give you protection and send you on your way but not my father. All aspects of my life are for him to observe, dissect, and criticized. Not to mention his growing hatred for mudbloods. You want to know the worst part? The third and final reason of my dilemma, it's the fact that I enjoyed it. Not for the pleasure it gave me, but because even though I should, I really should hate this person, I can't. I am fully incapable of hating this person. Wonderful, eh?
-Draco
The days came and went, and Hermione did a wonderful job of ignoring Draco and the fact that she had indeed have sex with him. Harry and Ron noted her strange new behavior, but they were still vexed at her, so they said nothing. Lavender Brown commented on the fact that Hermione's facial appearance had changed somehow, but Hermione dismissed it and threaten to write her up if she didn't stop harassing her.
Midway though the second week, Hermione found herself in her private dormitory, having a mental breakdown. She hadn't been able to focus on anything she was suppose to since the incident and her mind was frequently setting adrift doing class as well as when she was doing her homework. She was now pacing rapidly across her bedroom floor.
"How could I be so stupid?" She said to herself, "What was I thinking?"
"I never in a million year thought I would have sex, with him. I don't think I even considered having sex with anyone for that matter."
"How could I let this happen, I never wanted it to happen like this, I didn't want it to happen at all, never, ever..." She slid to the ground, on the verge of tears.
"What will I tell my parents?' She continued to question herself, "I could say it was rape."
"What am I saying, I can't tell my parents," she answered herself.
"Besides, you can't rape the willing," she said after the fact.
"Were you?" She heard a voice, she knew all to well. She looked up at the tall figure, towering over her. "Were you willing?" He finished.
She looked up at him with pure hatred and disgust. She fixed her mouth in an unfriendly position, hinting at Draco.
Taking the hint he said, "I guess that was a no?"
"What do you think," the words sounding vicious, sending shock waves though Draco's body.
"Well, for one, I didn't think you were a virgin.'
"Right," she said nodding, "And who do you supposed I did it with, Harry?
"You guys spend enough time together."
"Unlike you Malfoy, people can have a conversation without sex."
"That's why you guys are still friends, right," he sarcastically stated.
She looked down, the real reason we're not friends anymore is because of you Malfoy, she said in her head.
"What do you want Malfoy? Your presence is doing nothing to help me.'
"Me," he said walking around her bedroom, "I want nothing really, just the sick torture I have on you is enough."
"Well, now that you realize your power, you can leave."
"And what, miss all the good stuff, no way."
"Draco! What do you want?" She exclaimed
He stopped walking around and turns to face Hermione, a surprising look written across his face.
"What, you've never heard a person yell before?' She said.
"No Granger it's not your lack of composition that's got me."
"Then what is it then?' She said some what annoyed.
He walked towards her, crouching down right at her face, given her no room to even breath.
"You called me Draco," he said sadistically.
She shoved him away from her face, and stood up.
"Yeah, and?" She said, "that is your name, isn't it?'
Draco, who was standing by her bed, spun around and walked swiftly toward her, when he was arms length to the wall, he pressed his palm, violently against it.
"Yes," he said angrily, "But I have to give you permission to use it," he stared dead in her eyes, noting the fear; he saw the power he had over her, and smiled at the thought. He shook his head in amusement, walking towards the door. Over his shoulder he said, "See you around, Granger," and he disappeared though the door.
Hermione took a deep breath, regaining grip.
A/N: This is originally a 1 part story, but then I kept on writing and now I have 2, perhaps 3 parts, so I'll update them a little later, once I work out the kinks.
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