The sun peeked through the halfway closed blinds, blinding the awaking Hermione Granger.
She stretched out on the pearly white carpet of her home.
Wait, what? Carpet?
Blankly, she looked around. A sofa on her left, a table on her right, Draco Malfoy under the table, a radio in the corner…
She laughed at the sight of Draco curled up in the fetal position under her living room table sleeping and producing a pool of saliva. Hermione picked up a rather hastily written note on the table.
Hermione
If you haven't noticed, you weight 293487239 pounds. Ginny and I had such difficulty carrying you back in after you and Malfoy passed out at Three Broomsticks. No offense or anything.
None taken.
Anyway, I hope you slept well. You owe me. I probably broke dozens of bones last night getting you in your house. I hope you understand the reason why you didn't wake up in your bed. Tell that to Malfoy as well.
We were also too tired last night to stay and make some hangover potion so once you awake, you should do that. If you need help, just floo us or give us a call.
Ginny would like to add that your house is a mess. You two just threw up all over the place. Rather disgusting.
Now I have proved my great friend-ness, you better buy Ginny and me dinner some day.
The only reason why I'm not asking for more is lugging you two back to your home was rather awaking. I probably won't have a hangover tomorrow thanks to you two.
Love always,
Harry.
Folding her note away, she kicked Draco from under the table.
"WAKE UP!"
"MMf"
Hermione began to shake him.
"Up! Up!"
"aslk"
Sighing, Hermione got up to her kitchen to make some Hangover potion.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you don't get up now, you're not getting any strawberry vanilla flavored Hangover Potion."
With that, Draco bolted up, his head running smack into the middle of the table.
"OW! FUCKER!"
"Language."
Draco didn't hear her. He was in his fetal position, grabbing on to his throbbing head.
"My head. My head."
"Maybe it made you a bit smarter." Hermione joked.
"Hah. Hah."
Leaving the cauldron to boil, Hermione began to move the furniture to the wall and shrinking them.
"What the. Hell. Are you doing?" Draco asked between gasps.
"I think it's time for Spring cleaning."
"It's middle of February."
"Close enough."
"Need. A hand?"
"Have you got one?"
"No." Draco panted, resuming to rubbing his scalp.
Sizzle. "Bloody hell." Hermione terminated her shrinking of furniture task as she rushed to her pot of potion.
Taking 2 cups, she poured the pinkish liquid into two cups.
"Here."
Draco, with one hand on the top of his head, reached over for his mug.
"MM. I've never had a hangover potion as yummy as yours." Draco moaned in between chugs.
Chuckling, a flashback occurred in Hermione's head. (A/N: Take it that all the italics are flashbacks coming into Hermione's head.)
"Me neeeeither. Goshh, I put up suchhh big assed fights. Youuuu don't KNOW how muuuuuch I swoooore. Buut now, we coooooooool. Cool like fireeeeeeeee." Hermione laughed.
"Yeahhhhh. Mannn. I remembeeeer I reeeeeealy reeeeeeeealy hated this muggggle. But sheee got so CUTE!" Draco exclaimed, grabbing Hermione. "My little cuuuuuuute muggggle. Suchh cuuuuute roooooommate." He said, pecking her cheek. The group laughed.
Squinting, Hermione furiously shook her head.
"Malfoy, how drunk were we last night."
"No idea. But man, I was WASTED."
Hermione resumed to shrinking the furniture.
"How's your head?"
"Getting better."
"Good. It needed that." Hermione giggled at the glare he shot at her. "Help me vacuum please."
"You have a wand, don't you?"
"Yes, but I found out that there's no spell that takes out the dust on the carpet."
"Then why don't you charm the vacuum?"
"Because I'm afraid it'll suck up the furniture."
"Then why don't you charm the vacuum?"
"Because that's impossible. There's no spell that does that."
Draco shut up after.
When the mudblood Granger said that, she meant it.
Hermione handed him a yellow apron and a white vacuum cleaner.
"How do you use this thing?"
"You press the red button and push around the carpet. Don't get the furniture. They get sucked up pretty easily."
"What are YOU going to do?"
"Sit here and watch."
"No. Not fair. I won't have some mudblood watch me work while she relaxes and laughs."
Glaring, Hermione went into the kitchen and threw him an apron. "After vacuuming, you will undust all the surfaces in the house with this rag." She said, throwing him a rag."
"What will you be doing?"
"Washing the windows, gardening, washing the car."
"Car? Has our precious mudblood gotten a car?"
"It looks natural. It was weird being the only house without one."
Smirking, Draco finished tying his pink apron around his hips and began vacuuming as Hermione got ready for her part of spring cleaning.
For hours, they worked, sweating, music blaring in the background.
Draco scrubbed the piece of something he didn't want to know off of a sculpture.
"DONE!"
Hermione came trampling down the stairs in a brown bikini and a bucket of soapy water.
"Draco dear, help me wash the car."
Draco was too speechless to refuse her.
OOOOO
"Why don't you use magic to clean the car?"
"In front of the whole muggle neighborhood? I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why don't you do it inside the garage?"
"Garage doesn't fit the car."
"Why don't you shrink-"
"HEAVENS SAKES, MALFOY. JUST HELP ME WASH THE GODDAMN CAR!"
Draco succumbed to the sweating woman in a bikini.
"Rather warm for February, isn't it?" Draco asked casually.
"Yeah. That's why we're doing spring cleaning."
"Whooo man! It's hot!" Draco said, sexually taking off his shirt, ever so slowly. Hermione took one look at his flexing body and rolled her eyes.
Disappointed in Hermione's unattraction to his body, he moved very close to her.
"Hey, Granger Boss. You've got soap on your nose."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do." He said, swiping a large soap bubble over her nose.
"Malfoy! You arse!" She said smiling a little and splashing him with soapy water.
Soon enough, there was a topless hunk and a woman in a bikini chasing each other around their driveway.
"DRACO! YOU GIT!" Hermione laughed running at him when she ran into his solid body. Caught back at his unmoving body, she tried to see what he was looking at.
"What is it?" She asked, looking around.
"You. You just said Draco." He said in the most cliché'd manner ever. (Because every single fanfic has that line practically)
"So…?"
"I think. That deserves GETTING WET!" Draco was too fast for her. He grabbed the hose and sprayed her down. Laughing, when Hermione was dripping in water, he stopped it. She stood there, wet, staring at him with her mouth dangling open at him accusingly.
"You…"
She was stopped short by a gentle placing of lips on her wet ones. It was enough of a kiss to enjoy it, but it wasn't enough of a kiss to have her arms around him. It was just a "placing" of the lips. Perhaps they were misplaced. Hermione never found out.
"Yeahhhhh. Mannn. I remembeeeer I reeeeeealy reeeeeeeealy hated this muggggle. But sheee got so CUTE!" Draco exclaimed, grabbing Hermione. "My little cuuuuuuute muggggle. Suchh cuuuuute roooooommate." He said, pecking her cheek. The group laughed.
"I'm nooooot neeeeearly as cuuuute as you, my deeeeear rooooooommate." Hermione said, kissing his cheek back.
"You're nott only cuuute but also preeeeeeeeety like the wiiiiiiiind." Draco exclaimed.
And in a matter of seconds, Hermione and Draco were making out in their seats.
"You're soo hot- you cann- buuuurn-mee- ouuuuuuut." Hermione breathed between their gaps.
Hermione pulled back.
"Why did you kiss me?"
"I wouldn't call it a kiss. It was more like a gentle placing of my lips."
"Why did you 'place' your lips on mine?"
"I don't know. It just seemed appropriate."
"Wh-I told you not to kiss me."
"When did you say that?" Draco asked.
"Before. When you did a few weeks ago. It just makes me confused."
"Confused about what? We kissed. Big deal."
"It wasn't a kiss. You said it was a 'placing' of your lips."
Draco smirked. "Oh. So you're using my words ag-"
He was broken off by a passionate kiss that was bestowed upon him.
And that… was a kiss.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And it seemed perfect. Almost too perfect.
In fact, Draco began to become frightened of its perfectness he slowly… ever so slowly pulled back.
"Why did you kiss me?" He asked softly, his face still barely 3 centimeters from her.
"It felt appropriate." She whispered into his neck.
"Damn, boss. I want you."
"Excuse me?"
"You. Are. So. Hot. Right. Now. It's not funny." Draco said sultrily into her ear.
And then, he snogged her senselessly.
"You're soo hot- you cann- buuuurn-mee- ouuuuuuut." Hermione breathed between their gaps.
And they sat there, exchanging their firewhiskey saliva as Harry and Ginny followed their example as well.
Until.
BAM!
The two roommates were so wrapped up in their snog session that they didn't mind the running hose that bore down on them or passerbys shaking their heads or the cars zooming past whistling and howling.
Only when they gasped for air did Hermione have the initial to break apart from him, memories of the previous drunken night flooding her brain.
"Jesus." Draco muttered, breathing heavily.
Hermione wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Draco… this… can't happen." She muttered as she ran back into their home.
Looking around in a daze, the events of the night before and the events of about five minutes ago came crashing down on Draco heavily.
"DAMN."
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When Hermione walked into her office the next day, Draco stood in front of her smiling sheepishly.
"Coffee?"
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." She said before pushing her door.
"Stop." Hermione felt a hand on her arm.
"Malfoy, not here." She whispered.
"Then elsewhere it is." He said, dragging her away, heads of the floor staring as they left.
"Malfoy! Let go!"
He did once they reached the corridors of the stairway.
"Look, Granger. What happened yesterday- I want to forget it but I'm having some trouble."
"Well, I'm sorry but I can't help you with that."
"Yes you can! Look. I realized we were… very drunk before that."
Hermione blushed furiously. "Yes… and?"
"We were drunk but you know, the truth comes out the most when you are highly dosed with alcohol. We both can't turn from the facts. I am very attracted to you. And you are very attracted to me too."
"Merlins, Malfoy. Do you always have to be so conceited? We were DRUNK on about a dozen bottles of firewhiskey. Drunk. All you know, I may have been seeing someone other than you that night."
"But you weren't. You know it. Don't try to lie to yourself to get out of it."
"Draco. I may be attracted to you, but it does not mean I like you whatsoever. I am not shallow like all your other girls. I look for the person inside and so far, that person inside of you isn't very attractive."
"Then what was that kiss about? Hm? I know you're not shallow. You won't go around kissing guys and making them all confused just for the hell of it." Draco said angrily.
"Confused? A Malfoy? Never. You're stumbling over nothing. In fact, I bet you're just saying all this bullshite because you just want to shag me. It's not happening. Hell, you did Penelope less than a month ago. You and I are opposite. I'm not shallow, and you are. I am honest and you say crap just for a shag."
"Well, you know what? You're not being very honest right now. You're either lying to me, or yourself."
"MALFOY do you ALWAYS have to be so stuck up? What makes you absolutely convinced that I'm lying? What is it?"
"The kiss. You said you're not shallow. You don't kiss guys for a shag you know. Why did you kiss me."
"It felt appropriate."
"So the kiss was MEANT to be. You like me. You fancy me."
"It felt appropriate taking into consideration everything that was happening before it."
"So the atmosphere was right?"
"Exactly. Good job, Malfoy. Now if you must, I have business to attend to."
"The only business you need to attend to today is a meeting with Penelope at four. I am your bloody secretary. Tell me you're sexually attracted to me."
"No. I will not."
"Don't lie to me, Hermione. Are you sexually attracted to me or do you think my appearance is so hideous you can't even bear to look?"
"Somewhere in the middle."
"That's NOT a choice. What is it? WHAT IS IT?"
"HELL MALFOY. Fine. I am sexually attracted to you. Happy? I think you are the hottest man alive and I want to lick you alive. Satisfied? Happy now?"
"No." Draco said flatly, punching the wall behind them. "And that's exactly what's driving me bloody crazy."
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I'll be updating sooner than last time, don't worry. TWO MONTHS! Man. That was a long time. That was one sixth of an YEAR! Don't worry. I swear this time that it won't be any more than a month. And if it is, I swear I'll have 4 chapters for you by the end of the 2nd month.
Who is good at compromising or what? Haha. Okay. That was lame.
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