The birds chirped a lovely song, the sun shone through the drapes. Hermione's eyes fluttered slightly. It was too early.
The birds kept chirping. It was no longer a lovely song, it was a buzz saw. Hermione tried to go back to sleep.
She couldn't.
She screwed her face up, showing her very disapproval of getting up this early.
She really hated the sun.
And birds
She threw the duvet over her head. Hoping the darkness would lull her to sleep eventually.
But there was still that DAMNED BIRD!
She finally conceded and opened her eyes.
That was not her ceiling
She blinked a couple times.
Still wasn't her ceiling.
She turned her head to the left. These weren't her sheets, they were a deep forest green. She looked over towards the window. She didn't have a window that big. Or fancy.
She sat up quickly, getting a sharp bang to the side of her head.
" Holy shit." She muttered to herself, clutching her head.
She raised herself slowly up from the mattress. It still wasn't her room, no matter how many times she blinked or rubbed her eyes. The furniture was a deep mahogany wood, with green and silver accents in the pillows and drapes. It had a fireplace.
Her room definitely did not have a fireplace. Or was it big enough for a couch.
She slowly rose to her feet, so as not to disrupt her brain. She was still dressed in her clothes. Skirt and red top still intact. So no hanky panky occurred last night.
But still a skirt was a skirt, if you catch my drift.
She was barefoot, and the wood floor beneath her was chilly. She padded over to a door she hoped was a bathroom. Her eyes were still blurry.
Nope not a bathroom; just a closet.
Good lord, she had to pee.
She tried to walk as s-l-o-w-l-y to the next door.
She finally made it. And it was a bathroom.
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After she was finished with her business, she walked back towards the plush and luxurious bed. Hell, who ever owned this bed would have to tranquilize her to get her off it. Especially in this current hung-over state.
But curiosity eventually got the best of Hermione. Being the ever inquisitive trollop she was, she s-l-o-w-l-y got up again.
The room was beautiful, she had to admit.
But it wasn't long until she heard a rustling noise coming from the couch at the far end of the room.
S-l-o-w-l-y Hermione crept towards the leather couch. Its back was towards her and she could not see who was exactly there.
Eventually she made it towards the couch and…
" Holy shit!" she said loudly.
The man in the couch opened his eyes quickly, blurry silver eyes trying to readjust to the light.
" Holy shit is right Granger…" He wiped his eyes tiredly.
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She was hung over, I could tell.
But that didn't stop her from firing questions at me left and right.
Damn it was early.
I look over to a clock.
12:34, maybe not so early.
She stared at me, her make up smudged from the sleep.
She looked horrible.
I'd still do her though.
" Holy shit! How did this happen?" she asked, gripping the mantel piece for balance.
"Yes I know, you hussy, it is a delirious thing waking up in my room. "
She stared at me, looking about ready to punch me.
"I should have peed in the closet." She muttered.
"You should have what?"
" Nothing." She answered nonchalantly.
" Pee in my closet. That has got to be the vilest thing ever Granger." I sat back in disgust.
" No you idiot. I should have, considering I woke up in the house of the prattiest prat of all prathood."
"Good, no pee in my closet. Just how I like it."
"I'm sure." She said icily. "Now, please tell me how I ended up here."
"You were drunk."
A look of puzzlement spread across her face. Goodness.
"I was not!"
"I believe you were. You were ever so loose, and swaying around violently. I'm sure that accounts for drunken behavior don't you think?"
"But I never drink. I only ordered soda and butterbeer. EVER."
"Well that wasn't butterbeer on your breath last night."
" OH fuck!"
" What?"
"Did we kiss?" She asks, making a face as if its revolting.
And just for her ugly face right then, I'm tempted at telling her that YES we did kiss.
"No."
"Oh thank god." She sits down in a leather chair.
"Hey!" I shout back, very insulted. "Well if you don't drink, then how come you were drunk? Did you take a drink from anyone?"
She looked like she was trying to remember something. She looked like flobberworm.
"Yea."
"Well there. Are you retarded? You of all people should know NOT to take a drink from a guy."
"Yea, well he told me it was some foreign drink from America."
"Did it taste like fruit punch?" Really is she stupid?
"No."
"Well there you go you mentally retarded hussy!"
"Yea, well I think you're mentally deranged." She shot back weakly.
" I preferred you when you were drunk!" I said.
"Asshole!"
"Bitch."
There was silence for a while.
" Malfoy."
"Yea?"
"Why'd you take me to your home?" she asked softly
"Because you were drunk and I though I could get a good lay." She looked about ready to punch me.
I wouldn't hold it against her if she did.
"Don't worry we didn't do anything." I reassured her.
"My heads killing me." She rubbed her head.
" You were hammered." I added helpfully.
" You don't have to remind me." She shot back " Do you have any asprin? Or medicine or anything to help this."
" I can make you a hang over potion, something to which I am an expert in making."
" I'm sure you are…. My head!" she moaned.
Funny, I was expecting a more exuberant reaction. I am disappointed. But she does seem a little distracted.
I make the potion, adding the troll warts here and the octopus tentacles there. It really is a grimy nasty thing, this potion.
But it works.
I give it to her and she gulps it down.
She made a funny face.
" Better?"
" Hmmn."
" Good, now get out of my house."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked
What? I just asked her to get out of her house, how much more pricky can you get?
"Because I am full of goodwill and love towards everyone in the world."
"That's bullshit. What did you want Malfoy in the first place last night?"
"Well I wasn't really looking for anything; I was just out drinking in this town. I saw a sexy brunette surrounded by a horde of men. I walked out of that bar. And guess who I walk into Granger? YOU! Wonder who that sexy brunette was? You were drunk…."
" Yes I know that. Why did you help me?"
"I don't know. I was looking for some entertainment, and there you were. My prayers were answered. You really are a funny drunk."
"What did we do?" she asked, scratching her head.
" Well, you fell on your ass. That was funny. You took off your shoe, making you slump around a bit, like some cave man. You drank. You danced. You had ever increasing bladder problems, which, by the way you should get checked out. You almost got in a fist fight with some trollop. Ummm"
" That all? "
" No. Oh, and you looked like a HOTT piece of meat in that skirt, which by the way, is VERY enticing."
" You pig…"
" Yeah, but you did look good."
" Did it ever occur to you that I was completely intoxicated and---"
" That occurred many times…"
" AND that I had no means of determining if my outfit was demeaning or whatnot? Couldn't you have been a gentleman and guided me to a safe place and left me there, so I could deal with this with people who loved me?"
" Like who? Harry? "
" I don't know, maybe Ron?"
" Please I would never set foot in the burrow." I waved my hand carelessly." Besides I was a gentleman. I guided you to a VERY safe place; the beautiful confines of Malfoy Manor. Don't you feel privileged?"
" No, I don't. I feel as if I might vomit." She looked ill.
I forgot to tell her that the potion I gave tend to purge everything out of your stomach.
She ran for the bathroom.
" Hey stay away from that closet!"
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Just got done watching Americas next top model. Eva won! Personally, I wanted Amanda to win, but just as long as yaya didn't win. Couldn't stand her.
So anyways, I wrote this in a fairly short time, which means I could probably get another update before I move.
Yay
My house is haunted…
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