Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything but the plot
Love Sex and a Bottle of Vodka
Chapter Three
"Get up," ordered Hermione. She kicked Draco not so gently.
"Jesus, women," he muttered. He checked his Rolex™ watch. "It's ten for godsakes."
"Glad your daddy bought you a watch and you can read it," said Hermione, sarcastically.
"Goddamn, you should be thanking me for what I did last night," said Draco, sitting up, rubbing his temples. Hermione bit her lip and tried not to think of the way the morning sunlight was shining around Draco. What the hell, thought Hermione. Did his dad just go and buy him the sun too! How is it that he controls everything...
"I'll thank you when I find out what you exactly did," said Hermione. "And stop swearing."
"It's not like you've got a golden mouth either, Granger," said Draco. He rolled over. "Honestly, I'm too tired."
"And I don't care."
"Fine, let me get some breakfast first," said Draco, finally standing up. He was eight inches taller than Hermione's own five feet, five inches but she wasn't intimidated.
"Women," he said, walking away into an immaculate kitchen. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." Hermione threw her purse at him.
"This is all you can make?" asked Hermione, poking the scrambled eggs around her plate. She felt her stomach turn slightly.
"What?" asked Draco, looking pissed but also slightly miffed at the dig at his not so great cooking skills. He reminded Hermione of an offended cat as he stalked back to the cupboard and found some ketchup and salt and pepper.
"What's that for?" asked Hermione, eyes narrowed.
"Scrambled eggs aren't scrambled eggs until you have stuff on them," said Draco. Hermione, clamped a hand over her mouth as soon as the smell of the extra condiments hit her nose.
"Bathroom?" she managed to say. Draco quickly took her by the arm and led her to a bathroom where Hermione reached just in time to throw up all into the toilet.
"Go me," she muttered. "Not a single speck on the floor."
"What did you say?" called Draco from the other side of the door. He had refused to go in; he wouldn't admit it but watching people throw up made him throw up. He may look strong but some things made him weak right down to his knees.
"I SAID," shouted Hermione. "Not a single SPECK on the FLOOR."
"Sorry," said Draco. He was actually sincerely sorry, for once. "I didn't remember that you were probably hung over." Hermione flushed the toilet and rinsed out her mouth and splashed cold water on her face.
"I'm using your toothbrush," said Hermione. Draco swore under his breath. He had a thing about privacy and his stuff.
"I could get you a new one," suggested Draco, through the door. Don't use my toothbrush, don't use my toothbrush, he thought. Hermione popped her head out, mouth foaming, and sure enough, Draco's toothbrush in her mouth. She smirked at Draco's horror. She spat out the toothpaste foam and let the mintyness settle and tingle her tongue.
"What would get me wasted?" asked Hermione, wiping her mouth on a towel. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Maybe this?" he asked, pulling a small water bottle from Hermione's purse. "It hit me when you threw your purse at me," he explained, rolling his blue-gray eyes. Hermione unscrewed the cap and sniffed it tentatively.
"Vodka?" she asked.
"Only the very best," said Draco, smirking.
"How did this happen?" muttered Hermione. Hermione rinsed her mouth a couple more times and when she straightened, she felt a head rush coming and saw stars. She lurched forward slightly and Draco caught her. He frowned when he felt the bones easily in her arms and back.
"Yeah, maybe I can find something for you to eat that's nice and easy," he said, his voice suddenly soft. It was the kind of voice you would say to a child to put them to sleep. "Eating okay?" Hermione felt her eyes close, lids heavy.
"Whatever you say," she said. Draco frowned again.
"You didn't answer the question," he said. He looked down and saw Hermione half asleep already in his arms.
"Don't sleep now," said Draco. "I hope you don't think I'm gonna carry you all the way over to the bed." Hermione scowled slightly, eyes still closed.
"Shut up, don't exert yourself, Draco," she murmured, then fell asleep. Draco smiled slightly. I guess all the talking and throwing up made her tired. Hmm, I made her mad again. Draco gathered up Hermione's slim form and carried her to his bed and tucked her in among the clean white sheets. Hermione pressed her hot cheek to the cool, pressed linen.
"Sleep tight," said Draco, softly. "You're gonna need energy for when I tell you everything." Hermione answered by snuggling into the pillows.