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Love Sex and a Bottle of Vodka
Chapter Two
Hermione couldn't believe herself. Wasn't she supposed to be responsible? Well, not quite, mused Hermione. She almost laughed when she thought of what Harry and Ron would think of their favorite bookworm best friend waking up in someone else's apartment. Make that Draco Malfoy's apartment. That brought her to her present problem. Hermione looked around for her purse and spotted it on the floor by the door. It was hastily thrown, things falling out. Hermione didn't even want to know if Draco saw some of the things that were in there. Hermione, as softly as possible, tried stepping by Draco to gather her purse and leave. Then, she felt a warm hand grasp her ankle.
"Don't think you're going anywhere too fast, Granger," he said, voice slightly muffled. He still hadn't looked up. Hermione scowled.
"Look, Malfoy," she said, pissed off. "I think I have to go now."
"I don't think so," said Draco, sitting up, face equally pissed. "You should be glad I brought you here." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I think I know what you were planning on doing, Malfoy," hissed Hermione. Draco lay back on the blankets, rolling his eyes also.
"Don't flatter yourself Granger, you were so drunk." Hermione frowned.
"Was not," she said, angrily. "All I had was mineral water…"
"Ever heard of your drink being spiked?"
"Shut up," said Hermione. "Maybe I was sick or something last night." Draco nodded.
"Thank God you didn't throw up Granger." Hermione flushed, embarrassed. What she was most embarrassed about was that she didn't remember a minute of the night before. Wait…could what Draco had been saying correct? Maybe he wasn't letting on as much as he knew.
"Why did you take me here?" demanded Hermione.
"Because you were sick," he answered, simply. He lay back over and groaned. "It's too early for this, Granger, get some more sleep."
"Fuck, no," hissed Hermione. "Why the hell am I here anyway? I want to go home and I want to go home now." Draco looked at her. They both had the identical pissed off expression on their faces.
"Look Hermione," said Draco. Hermione softened a bit, hearing him call her by her first name. "I can take you home now and you can sneak into your room and pretend it never happened. Or you can stick around so you know the whole story." Hermione finally sank onto the floor next to Draco.
"Fine," she said, through gritted teeth. Draco grinned.
"Like I said, it's too early." Draco rolled over and immediately started to breathe deeply and evenly. Hermione swore, not too quietly and laid down next to him, scowling as her arm brushed his. She hoped he would wake up fast; patience was not quite her virtue.