a/n: Thanks for all your lovely reviews. This will be my last update for the next three weeks (SORRY!). I am going away on summer holidays and I won't have a computer. Happy New Year to everyone!
Disclaimer: JK owns Harry & Co.
CHAPTER 12 – What did I just say?
Hermione moaned, opened her eyes groggily, moaned again and closed her eyes. She felt something shifting below her, realised she was lying on Draco's bare chest and shot to a sitting position. Her head filled with stabbing pains and she lay back onto her pillows. Opening her mouth, she tried to talk, but her throat was too dry. Grinning, Draco handed her a cup of water, waiting for her to a) realise she was only wearing a bra and underwear and b) start freaking out.
"Morning Sunshine! How are you feeling?"
"Oh god," was Hermione's only reply. She looked down, saw what she was wearing and yanked the sheet up to her chin.
"You could have said something!" Hermione said indignantly.
"I was, um, admiring the view."
"Oh god.." Hermione pulled the sheet from underneath Draco and wrapped it around her like a towel.
"Ok First things first." Hermione grabbed her wand and performed a neat anti-hangover charm which made her feel better instantly. The nausea disappeared, she banging in her head vanished, and she could look at the light without wincing.
"So much better. Ok. Draco. Why am I wearing this?"
"The sheet? Because you were embarrassed that all you were wearing was your underwear," Draco answered and began to laugh. He quietened down however when he saw the extremely pissed off look on Hermione's face and tried to look as though the situation was anything but amusing from his point of view.
"Ok. The reason you are wearing that is because last night we almost…you know."
"We almost…but we didn't."
"No you half passed out, and uh, if you tell anyone this I'll kill you, but it was also because you were extremely drunk and I didn't want to take advantage of you."
Hermione sat processing this new information in her head. She had been willing to have sex with Draco and he hadn't wanted to take advantage of her. Not only that, she had drunk so much that she had passed out and couldn't remember much from the night before. There was only one thing to do. Hermione burst into tears.
Draco had been sitting looking a little nervous after his outburst, which in his mind was an enormous revelation, when Hermione started to cry.
"uh…there there…?" Draco tried experimentally, patting her on the head.
"There there isn't going to do anything Draco. I was drunk. I was so drunk that I can't remember what happened and I passed out. I am the head girl of the school and I spent my Saturday night being totally off my face. Do you know what will happen if anyone finds out about this?"
"That's what you're upset about? Being a drunk head girl. Hermione everyone there was drunk except for Longbottom and myself. Perhaps you were a little more gone than the others but no one is going to tell. Longbottom certainly wont. He let slip a few secrets last night himself. You do remember that part don't you?"
"That part I remember. I remember most of the evening up until Neville's revelation. After that it all goes a little hazy."
"Well, I don't think you have any need to worry. This is so not what I thought you would be worried about you know."
"Why what did you think it would be?"
Is she serious? We just talked about it two seconds ago. It's the reason she is sitting there in a sheet!
"Uh the whole 'almost' thing."
"Oh no, I would probably have done that even if I wasn't drunk." HOLY FUCK What did I just say? Oh god oh god.
"Oh god, I didn't say anything. Just forget that. I'm going to have a shower because I am really hungry but I don't want to go to breakfast in a sheet; I'm sure you understand. So you get dressed, I will get dressed and then shower and then we can go eat ok?" Hermione sprang up from the bed grabbed some clothes and walked towards the door, juggling her clothes and her grip on the sheet.
"Actually, I might shower first then dress. That's what I meant to say. Ok, well cool." She left the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell was that about? Hermione leant on the bedroom door and closed her eyes. This is definitely worse than the whole drunk head girl thing. I want to sleep with Draco Malfoy and he knows it. This is awful. This would be so much easier if Draco was my real husband. I would be allowed to want to sleep with him. But he's just an.. I don't even know. I don't even think he could be called a boyfri-. At that point her train of thought was abruptly stopped when Draco opened the bedroom door (half dressed, looking for his black shirt) and Hermione fell backwards onto Draco, causing the two of them to fall onto the floor. Hermione cringed. Could this day get any worse?
The minute Hermione said "Even if I wasn't drunk", Draco had inwardly jumped for joy (obviously not outwardly…much too undignified) and also frozen in shock. Then, as soon as Hermione started freaking out, and talking about showering in her clothes, he had to fight very hard the enormous urge to laugh which he was undergoing. He was fighting the giggle loop. As soon as Hermione left the room, he shoved his face into a pillow and tried his hardest to muffle the sound of laughter. He calmed himself down and began dressing. Holy Shite. This is fucking fantastic. Well it will be, once I get her to act upon it. Draco grinned, thinking about how cute Hermione looked that morning, still asleep, still draped across his chest. Then about how hot she looked, before she realised what she was wearing and pulled up that bloody sheet. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, only to have Hermione fall back onto him. He fell to the floor, and Hermione landed right on top of him. Draco smiled. Could this day get any better?
"So Hermione. How are you going?" Draco decided to make small talk. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around her waist, his hands coming to rest on her bellybutton.
"I'm fucking fabulous. How do you think I am going? I am lying half naked on top of Draco Malfoy, half in, half out of the living room, and he just found out that I want to sleep with him. This has got to be one of the most embarrassing mornings of my life. Not to mention the fact that I am still mildly hung-over and don't know what I did last night after Neville left. For all I know I could have, I don't know, tried to go down on you in front of the rest of the guests…if I was so drunk that I passed out, I think I would have been drunk enough to lose a few inhibitions."
Draco was about to reply when Daine's voice cut him off.
"You have visitors."
"Crap. Pretend we aren't here." Hermione whispered trying to turn over so she could hide her face in Draco's chest. Then she realised he was bare chested so she turned back over. Draco ignored all this and simply called out
"Let them in Daine."
"What? You fucker," was all Hermione had time to say before Harry and Ron walked into the room and stared down at Hermione and Draco with questioning looks.
"We fell over." Hermione pulled herself up, rewrapping the sheet around her where it had slipped a little, only to have Draco wrap himself in with her.
"What are you doing?" Hermione looked at him confusedly.
"I'm not dressed." Draco began to blush as he whispered to Hermione. She snorted with laughter and tried to get him away from the sheet.
"You're a boy. It doesn't really matter if you don't have a shirt on!" But Draco refused to relinquish his covering. Hermione gave up and turned to Harry and Ron, to find they were looking determinedly in the opposite direction.
"Sorry about this Hermione. We must've come at a bad time. We'll come back later." Ron looked embarrassed as he said this, while Harry had on a very Draco-esque smirk.
"Guys. It's fine. What did you want? Not that I'm not exceptionally pleased to see you. It is kind of early though…"
"We came to see how you were. When we left last night you weren't in the best of conditions."
"Oh thanks guys, that's sweet. Draco, stop pulling on the sheet. I woke up feeling pretty crap but that's where the charms come in, so I'm fine now. What did you guys do last night after you left?"
"Well Ron walked Luna back to Ravenclaw, which took quite a while especially seeing as the Ravenclaw common room is one corridor away from here. Ginny and I went back to the common room, nothing very interesting. What about you guys? Anything happen after we left?" Harry winked at Hermione.
"Harry! You can't ask Hermione that!" Ron (still bright red from the Luna story) looked shocked at Harry's implication.
"Ron's right Harry." Hermione pretended to look stern, but flashed Harry an 'I'll tell you later' look.
"Well we'll just be going. Let you two get back to whatever it is you were doing…" Harry let his voice trail off and followed Ron's quickly disappearing back out the portrait hole.
As soon as they left, Hermione yanked the sheet away from Draco and flopped onto the couch.
"This day is just getting worse and worse. I am about to die of embarrassment." She buried her face into one of the cushions and all Draco could hear was muffled mumbling. He looked at her confusedly…hadn't she been fine like a minute ago?
"Hermione, what's up? You were fine talking to them and now you're all falling apart again." Hermione sat up on the couch and looked at Draco.
"Of course I was fine talking to them. Do you know what would have happened if I had been all falling apart in front of Harry and Ron? They would have freaked out and then told Ginny and she would have told other people, then come over here all concerned that I was falling apart and I would have to explain the worst morning of my life to her. Does that make sense to you?"
"Not really. In fact you're freaking me out. I don't even know why this was the worst morning of your life. So you want to sleep with me. Apart from the fact that we've already done that, I already knew you wanted to sleep with me."
"What? How could you already know a thing like that?"
"I just naturally assumed. And I don't see the problem anyway."
"I'm going to ignore the naturally assumed comment and move on to the problem. The first problem is you are Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I can not want to sleep with Draco Malfoy, it just doesn't compute. Hooking up is completely different, this is sleeping with each other. You understand that I presume. Well Draco Malfoy can now use this knowledge to his advantage. But that's not even the main problem." Hermione was getting quite worked up and Draco saw an opportunity to interrupt.
"Ok, stop saying my name like that, it is extremely unnerving. And I would like to defend myself and say I wouldn't use that to my advantage even if I could. Think about it, how would I use it. Tell Blaise that you want to sleep with me…he would probably be like Well since she's your wife, I'd hope so."
"I just don't like you knowing ok. But anyway, the main problem is, I don't even know what you are." A long silence followed this, Hermione staring nervously at a space a little right of Draco's arm, him looking at her, puzzled.
"What in God's name are you talking about? I am a human, a wizard, a male…I'm not sure what you're driving at."
"Well are you my fake husband and the boy who I've hated for six years? OR are you my fake husband who I occasionally hook up with? OR are you my fake husband and my boyfriend? You can see where I'd get confused."
"Well yeah I could. Obviously this isn't the most simple or most ordinary relationship in the world. In fact it's probably closer to the bizarre and horrendously complicated end of the spectrum. But we could, you know, say that I was something. Like fake husband and boyfriend…?" Draco waited nervously after this proclamation. It was really not him to be so, what's the word…feelingsy? Anyway.
Hermione smiled, leant forward and kissed Draco on the cheek.
"That's it? Hermione you're the first girl I have ever called my girlfriend and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?"
"The only reason you're calling me your girlfriend is so you get more than a kiss on the cheek?" Hermione was instantly icy.
Crap. Back up back up. "Obviously not. It was just a momentous occasion and I thought we should you know, make it significant." Draco winced as he said this, waiting for Hermione's reaction…She laughed.
"You are such a bullshit artist Draco." Despite this, Hermione grinned and leaned in to kiss him properly. Draco took control of the kiss, gently slipping his tongue into her mouth, and pushing Hermione back so she was lying on the couch, him on top of her. His hands moved from her face, down beneath the sheet, working it out from underneath her so she could be…unwrapped.
"I have….to….say….Hermione," Draco said between kisses, "there are definite advantages to having you wake up drunk only in your underwear. Besides the obvious ones I mean." Hermione swatted his arm playfully and was about to reply when Draco cut her off with another kiss.
"Draco," Hermione pulled away from him a few minutes later, "as much as I'm loving this, the couch is really hurting my back. Do you want to move somewhere a little more comfortable?"
"Say the… bedroom?" Draco pulled Hermione to her feet (leaving the sheet behind) and kissed her as he steered her towards the bed.
"You know Draco, I have to say, perhaps letting slip that I'd like to more than almost was a good thing. Well it definitely is from where I am right now." Hermione's eyes were focused on his bare chest and half unbuttoned pants. Did I do that? She wondered.
"You did, while we were on the couch I believe." Did I say that out loud?
"Did I say that out loud?" Hermione looked up at Draco's face from her position beneath him on the bed.
"No, I could just tell from your face." They laughed together before moving onto the matter at hand. Where they did a little more than almost…
At 12:00 Hermione and Draco were still lying in bed, Draco's arms around Hermione.
"Thank god it's a Sunday," Draco said as he smirked at Hermione.
"Hey, you know Harry," Hermione changed the topic abruptly.
"I think I've heard of him…what are you on about?"
"Did you see how he was joking around with me before. About us I mean. He hasn't done that since he found out about us…I think the dinner party helped him to realised you aren't a total dick."
"Wow thanks."
"No seriously. This is great, I have the real Harry back! You know, I tell him heaps more than I tell Ron. In some ways he is like a girl friend, I could tell him about this morning and he wouldn't freak out or anything. He knew all about Viktor and all that stuff. Ron, on the other hand, probably still thinks we haven't even slept together. He's so innocent."
"Uh, Hermione, did you see what he and Luna were doing on our floor last night? I definitely wouldn't call that innocent."
"You know what I mean, and seriously, they could have found a better place than right in front of the rest of us."
"I know..."
Hermione and Draco stayed in bed for another hour before they decided to get up and have some lunch, seeing as they hadn't had any food since the night before. They wandered hand in hand into the great hall, not saying anything, just smiling. Draco came and sat with Hermione, Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table, but despite the best of intentions to get along, Draco couldn't seem to talk to anyone but Hermione. They laughed, whispered and joked all the way through, oblivious to the fact that Harry and Ron had long since departed and were sitting with Ginny and Luna.
a/n: He was fighting the giggle loop. This line possibly confused a few of you. If anyone can tell me what brilliant source I got the giggle loop from, then I will name them in the next chapter as a character. A very minor character, but someone all the same. Please leave lots of Reviews, I would like to get up to 150 with this chapter.