Draco awoke to a creamy female leg and a feeling of his fingers stuck into something soft. His surroundings look unfamiliar.
Shit. And this time I did worse things. I am so going to get kicked out of the school. I am so dead right now. Damn it.
He wiggled his way out of bed between Hermione's legs to enter the adjoining bathroom. The bathroom door swung on its oiled hinges as Draco shut the door soundlessly. Turning on the faucet, he rubbed his fingers vigorously. Adding more and more soap onto his hands, he seems to be trying to wash the events of last night away, or at least wipe clean his memory so that he could sound convincing when he tries to deny his actions.
Nope. Not working. Now to think of plan B.
He splashed water on his face before turning the water off. Looking into the mirror he could see 'ashamed' written clearly all over his face.
Hermione is really not a good person to trifle with. She has knowledge, reputation and power. Two of which Draco has none. At least to the teachers in this school. Dumbledore, though old, has the sharp mind of a thirty year old and an unusual talent to spot liars. Most importantly, he can't be bribed. So bringing the case to the teachers is definitely a no go. It has to stop at Hermione.
Okay. So how do I go about gaining her forgiveness. Judging by our past, she definitely would not be too kind to me. Wonder how I should…
"Son-of-a-bitch Malfoy, release the magic that is on me immediately! Malfoy, do you hear me! Let me go!"
A new emotion cross his face. Panic. However, he knows he has to deal with it sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, he turned the door knob and stepped into Hermione's room yet again.
"There you are. Now let me go, you good for nothing scum."
"Granger, listen to me, about last night..."
"I don't want to hear about last night. Now let me go!"
"If I let you go would you report it to the teachers?"
"Of course! Are you going to let me go or should I wait for Harry and Ron to discover my absence and then kick your ass?"
"I want to settle this in a civil manner, Granger. About last night…"
"Civil? You want to talk civil with me? AFTER LAST NIGHT YOU WANT TO TALK CIVIL WITH ME?"
Suddenly, an idea struck him. Obliviation. Why hadn't he thought of it before?
"Granger, you leave me no choice."
Performing the memory charm and releasing her from the magical bindings, Hermione first had a dazed expression then it seems as if she had been woken up abruptly. Spotting Malfoy in her room, Hermione said, somewhat unkindly, "Why are you in my room?"
"To tell you that you are late for classes."
"Oh shit!"
Hermione ran like a deranged woman towards the bathroom to wash up, events of last night cleanly forgotten.
sorry about the slow update. school have started and i am having a hard time trying to find time to write this fanfic. i hope you all can understand. don't worry though, i would keep on writing.