Draco picked up Hermione effortlessly and carried her across the grounds, back to their common room. When they got through the tapestry, Draco gently placed her on the couch in front of the fireplace, but Hermione rose from it and grabbed Draco's hand, smiling mischievously.
"Hermione!" Draco said, a perverted smirk crossing his face.
Hermione bit her lip and raised her eyebrow at the blonde Slytherin playfully, and he took the hint and led her to his room. As soon as Draco had pulled Hermione through the door, he pushed her against a wall and his lips collided with hers. Hermione closed her eyes and allowed her hands to roam all over Draco. They made their way towards the bed as they stripped their clothing off. Hermione was left in her silver bra and red panties while Draco pulled off his pants to reveal—what else?—green silk boxers. Hermione dropped back, giggling tipsily on the bed and pulled Draco with her. There was not a single thing in the whole entire world that she would rather have been doing at that moment.
"I love you," Draco said, looking into her eyes.
"I love you too," Hermione said, completely sure of it.
Draco moved his head to continue kissing Hermione, but she turned her head to the side, giving him access to her neck. He sucked and nipped his way down her slender neck to her collarbone as he unhooked her bra. He flung it aside as Hermione began slipping his boxers down. Those, too, were flung aside.
Hermione pulled Draco back up for passionate kiss, and then he leaned back leaving Hermione laying on her back on the green sheets, wishing for more. "You're positive this time?" Draco asked, his eyes pleading.
"I swear to Merlin. I want this," Hermione said, and Draco slipped her underwear off her long slender legs before getting back on top of her. He kissed her gently at first, deepening it as his hands moved down her sides to her hips. Hermione breathed deeply as Draco slid into her slowly. He was gentle with her, and knew precisely what to do. Hermione allowed small moans to escape her lips, and they grew louder and louder.
Draco's rhythm sped up with Hermione's as they came closer and closer to the peak. Finally, Hermione screamed in pleasure and ecstasy with Draco.
The panting couple collapsed in bed. Draco kissed Hermione softly as they fell asleep, exhausted.
Hermione rolled over, hugging the sheets tighter. Not morning, she thought to herself. Her head pounded as she forced her legs off the edge of the bed. She stood up and stretched, feeling incredibly chilly. She rubbed her eyes open and looked down to see her body in its naked glory. Before she had time to pull a blanket around her body, a familiar blond head popped in the door to the bathroom. It was on the wrong side of the room.
"Good morning, babe."
Suddenly, everything came flooding back to her. Her dress was lying near the door from where Draco had removed it. Her bra and underwear were flung carelessly on the floor. The sheets were messed up, and she had woken up in Draco Malfoy's bed, naked. She and Draco had had sex. It sounded so strange and awful, yet so wonderful to her.
Hermione's mind raced, searching for a plan. She really hadn't meant to have sex with Draco Malfoy. If she was given the chance again, of course she'd do it, but that's only because she had no virginity to lose now. For lack of a better plan, she decided to act as though she had wanted to have sex with him, and it wasn't just all a drunken stupor. Even if it was in reality.
Hermione grabbed the green silk dressing robe off of Draco's desk chair and wrapped it around herself as Draco's head disappeared back into the bathroom. Her head was still pounding as she walked through the bathroom door to greet her boyfriend, who was wearing only a towel. Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from jumping on him then and there. Just because she had already had sex with him didn't mean she had to be a slut all of a sudden.
"Morning, sexy," Draco said as he walked over and tangled his hands in her hair, giving her a deep kiss.
"Right back at you," Hermione replied, biting her lip in a sultry fashion. She trailed her finger lazily down his chest, causing him to shudder. "Oh Slytherin party prince, you wouldn't happen to know a cure for a hangover, would you?" Her head pounded as though someone was beating her with a boot repeatedly, but she was determined to appear sexy.
Draco smirked sneakily. "Hermione Granger the bookworm…with a hangover?!" he said, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise.
"Well, we all knew I was going to crack sooner or later," she replied, her finger tracing his six-pack.
"But who knew I'd be the one to do the cracking?"
Hermione was losing her patience, and her head felt as though it would burst soon. "So do you have a cure or not?" she asked, pulling her finger away.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "There is no such thing as a cure for a hangover. But, I have something that might help a bit," he said, running a hand through her hair. "But it's nasty."
"Well bring it on. Anything's better than this."
Draco looked doubtful. "Don't you dare be angry at me if you hate this," he said.
"Will you just fix this pounding headache?" she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Maybe it will and maybe it won't," Draco said, clearly enjoying the power he had over Hermione. His cocky smirk faded, however, at the mutinous look on Hermione's face. "Alright, alright, come on."
Relieved, Hermione followed Draco to his room. He extracted a flask from his drawer that contained a lumpy, hot pink potion. "My own patented Malfoy Hangover Cure," he said, handing it to her. "Just a sip'll do."
Hermione uncorked the flask and took a sip. By the time she had replaced the cork, she felt normal again, and the pounding had ceased. Draco took the flask and placed it back in his drawer. "Better?"
"Much," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around his neck. He snaked his arms around her waist, and then pushed Hermione against the wall, locking her lips in a kiss. Hermione playfully pushed Draco away and bit her lip. "I have to go get ready for breakfast," she said, pushing a lock of blond hair behind his ear.
"Hermione—" Draco protested. Hermione simply turned on her heel and walked through the bathroom to her own bedroom, where she found a large barn owl perched on her desk. After skimming the first letter from her parents, she opened the second, which proved to be another letter from Kelly, of course.
Hermione,
Come home, Hermione! Come home! You need me. You know it!
Anyways, I positively cannot wait until Christmas break. Except for that little part where you said you'd be locking me in a closet. But I'm excited beyond belief!
I no longer am in need of your boyfriend-finding services at boarding school! I've got a boyfriend again. You might meet him when you come home for break. And speaking of meeting boyfriends, will I meet this Head Boy character? Are you two even that serious?
You have to tell me how your Halloween was. Did you go with the HB? What did you wear? And most importantly, was there action?
Pardon my intrusion on your private life. But it's exciting that you have one now! No offense to the Hermione before my wardrobe invasion. I'm sure you'd be a lovely person without all the clothes you have now.
Speaking of clothes, I know precisely what to get you for Christmas. Maybe clothes, maybe not. You'll see when you COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS BREAK!
Excited like never before,
Kelly
Hermione laughed at how hyper (or drunk) Kelly must've been when she was writing the letter. Then she wrote a short response, leaving out the most important detail of her Halloween night, just in case her parents read the letter. She sent that and a quick response to her parents off with the owl.
Grabbing a towel out of her drawer, Hermione reentered the bathroom to find Draco at work brushing his teeth in front of his mirror. Hermione filled up the bathtub and realized she was still wearing Draco's dressing robe, and the owner of said dressing robe was avidly watching her in the mirror. Hermione grinned to herself and dipped a toe into the bath, testing the water. Then she quickly stripped off the robe and dove into the pool. Draco had already seen her naked before, so what was a little flash every now and then? And who was to say she wouldn't have sex with him again?
She resurfaced to find Draco staring at her, his toothbrushing finished. "Yes?" she asked, a smile playing around her lips.
"I never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger would strip while knowing I was in the room with her," Draco replied, the look of shock on his face turning into a smirk. He strode over to the edge of the pool, whipped his towel off, and dove in, surfacing on the opposite side of the pool.
"You've already showered today!" she said, watching Draco swim back towards her.
"So you want me to get out?" he said, putting his hands on the ledge of the tub, getting ready to push himself out.
Hermione floated lazily to her boyfriend, who began lifting himself out of the water. Hermione caught him by the waist and yanked him back underwater with her, and they rose to the surface, sputtering.
"So you want me to stay then?" he asked, smirking.
"Of course I do," she said. "What fun is a bath without Draco Malfoy?"
"No fun at all," Draco replied, pulling Hermione close.
A/N: I am the worst person in the entire world. I've had so many projects and homework and stuff to do that I didn't have time to write, and I'm using that as a lame excuse. And then I forgot about writing this until I got an email from Amber (aka Amanda Tuck) that knocked some sense into me. And so I finished this chapter and I'm working on another one, although I've got serious writer's block. So any help would be MUCH MUCH MUCH appreciated. Because I'm dying here, people! And I deserve to be hunted down by you people for neglecting this story for so long. So I'm changing my policy. While more reviews still quicker update (and I promise a quick update will be a matter of days now, not weeks), help and ideas SUPER FAST update. Like a day. Anyways, enough of me rambling.