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oo Love Sex and a Bottle of Vodka oo

oo Chapter Four oo

"About time you're awake," said Draco. Hermione groggily sat up then suddenly realized where she was. She tried to discreetly check to see if her clothes were still on when Draco snorted.

"Don't spaz," he said, smirking. "If I wanted to, I would have. But I didn't." Hermione didn't know whether to feel relieved or insulted. Why hadn't he? Maybe he was more of a gentleman than she thought...or maybe he didn't want to make the first move. Hermione shook her head. What the hell was she thinking?

"You were hung over and threw up," said Draco. "In case you couldn't remember." Hermione felt her temples starting to throb.

"I remember," she croaked. Her body was practically screaming for water. She tried to swallow. "Can I have something to drink? Water?" Draco left the room and Hermione could hear the faucet being turned on, then off. She kicked off the blankets. She was in a cold sweat and was feeling very uncomfortable. Her jeans which were normally very sleek was now rumpled and her shirt was sagging. She didn't even want to think about what her face looked like.

"Here," said Draco, and pressed a couple of pills into her hand too. "It's not any of that muggle crap, it's from the wizarding world, guaranteed to get rid of hell's headaches." Hermione looked at him warily.

"Just drink," said Draco. Hermione finally popped the pills into her mouth. Couldn't hurt to try. As soon as she finished drinking down the water, she felt herself starting to feel a lot better.

"Do you have anything to wear?" asked Hermione, frowning.

"Yeah," agreed Draco. "You're a mess. Take a shower, I'll look for something that might fit you." Hermione felt her clammy skin. Definitely. A nice hot shower and she'll be as good as new...hopefully.

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Hermione stepped out of the shower to see that Draco had left out for her large shirt, obviously his. She gathered her wavy hair on top of her head into a ponytail. Her face was scrubbed clean of any makeup. Hermione buttoned up Draco's shirt and found it comfortably fit and fell halfway down her thighs. She knew she wasn't supposed to use magic but this was an emergency...Hermione drew out her wand, which was hanging around her neck from a delicate chain. It had been reduced in size and now she made it large again. Muttering a few incantations, she changed her jeans to comfortable, wide khaki pants. They settled loosely and hung at her hips, stopping at her ankles.

"Did you die in there or something?" asked Draco, pounding on the door. "If you think you can keep it down, I have some lunch." Hermione considered. Her growling stomach answered her dilemma.

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"That looks cute," said Draco, approvingly, as Hermione sat down.

"Shut up," she warned. Lunch was half a sandwich and some soup. Hermione took a spoonful of clam chowder and carefully tested it. Draco noticed the sunlight coming from one of the windows, bouncing off the thin line of her wrist.

"Weren't you going to tell me something?" asked Hermione, eyebrows raised. That brought Draco back to the present.

"I was? Oh, right," said Draco, regaining composure.

"Yeah, I want to know what the hell I'm doing here," said Hermione. "You never explained."

"I didn't?" asked Draco, acting innocent.

"Cut the crap Draco," said Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes. Obviously someone didn't do well with hangovers.

"You really wanna know?" asked Draco.

"What do you think?"

"Fine."

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Hermione was dancing when she bumped into a guy.

"Hey, you, what are you doing here? Haven't seen you forever," he said. Hermione grinned.

"Good to see you to," she answered.

"Yeah, what have you been up to? I heard you were a bit of a party animal, doesn't seem like it fits into your Hogwarts bookworm status, does it?" he joked. Hermoine smirked.


"Sure."

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked. Hermione cocked her head.

"Now that you mention it, I am really thirsty. Could you? Just non-alcoholic, I don't do well with alcohol." The boy went off and got a mineral water for Hermione, but while she wasn't looking, he poured something else in.

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"Do you remember that night at all?" asked Draco. Hermione thought slowly. She remembered lights and the music thumping inside of her, but not anything else.

"Nooo," she said, slowly, shaking her head. Draco made an impatient noise.

"I watched you since you walked into the club," said Draco. "And I saw him do that."

"Who was it?"

"Obviously someone we all know," said Draco. "But what I'm wondering is what they were doing in a muggle club."

"So then how did I get here?"

"I knew he was gonna try and do something when he put that in your drink so I

made sure you ran into me...then took you home. I'm a safe guy, you know. But try to remember, could you? I'd like to know what Hogwarts guy is out in muggle clubs." Hermione fell into deep thought, then suddenly realized something.

"You were watching me?" she asked.

"Don't flatter yourself," said Draco. He smirked and looked down. Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back.

"I think I'm done," she said. Draco gave her a disbelieving look.

"No you aren't," he said. "You barely touched your soup and you didn't even eat your sandwich."

"I don't think I can keep it down," argued Hermione.

"Bullshit," said Draco. "Sit down." Suddenly, a haughty air seemed to emerge around Draco. Hermione shivered. Did it just suddenly get cold in here? She dropped quickly into the chair. Draco scrutinized her.

"Damn, you too?" he asked, softly.

"What?" asked Hermione, feeling defensive. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"This is what," he said, pulling one of her wrists. He could easily touch all of his fingers to his thumb around her wrist, even his pinky. Hermione tried to pull away but Draco's grip was strong.

"Ow, Draco, that hurts," she cried. Draco finally let go and looked at the white fingerprint marks on her wrist dazedly.

"Bastard," she muttered.

"Sure," he said. "Call me all the names you want but how much I just hurt you isn't anything compared to what you're doing to yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, crossing her arms again.

"Don't play dumb," said Draco. He already had to deal with this with Pansy. She had lost so much weight. She was hospitalized this summer and taking some counseling. Draco eyed Hermione. From the rate she was going, it was obvious that she looked like she was heading down the same road.

"Come on Hermione," he urged. He pushed some orange juice towards her. Hermione slowly drank it down, glaring at Draco the whole time.

"Now may I leave, daddy?" she asked, biting off each word.

"I'm not keeping you here," said Draco.

"Last time I checked, I think you were," she said.

"Am I now?" he asked, throwing his hands up. Hermione glared at him.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, narrowing her eyes warily.

"Doing what?" Draco stifled a yawn.

"Never mind," said Hermione. As she walked past him, though, Draco grabbed her wrist again. They looked at each other for a second...then before either knew what was happening, Hermione and Draco found themselves latched onto the other's lips. Oh. My. God. Thought Hermione. Funny how life works. One minute you hate a person and want to be as far as humanly possible. One minute you'd rather fall down a staircase of knives and land in a pot of lemon juice and sand. One minute you wish you can castrate that bastard so that that infuriating smirk is ripped right off his face. And then the next minute, you're kissing him...and can't imagine wishing you can be anywhere else...

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