Author's Note: took me a while to update, but life has been hectic around here with prom and AP testing…sorry for the delay! And thank you OODLES to anyone and everyone who had reviewed so far!
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Chapter Three
Hermione Granger was ridiculously drunk.
She smiled lazily at Seamus, her eyes glazed, who was describing in detail his first sexual encounter with a veela girl he charmed with his adorable accent, by his account. Everyone gasped and ahhed accordingly.
As he finished, everyone clapped enthusiastically, except Luna, who looked mildly appalled. Seamus attempted to stand up and take a bow, but fell over, to everyone's great amusement, and slammed into Malfoy, who surprisingly just laughed harder. Seamus grinned sheepishly at everyone, then held up his hands to quiet them down.
"For our next act," he began dramatically, "I dare every girl who has the guts, or is just that drunk, to get up and dance like a stripper."
He flicked his wand so club music emitted from it, and Hermione, brain cells blasted temporarily away, jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly. She ran over to Ginny and grabbed her hands, bringing her over to the other girls that were already gyrating their hips and giving their guys suggestive looks (except for Millicent and Luna, who decided to laugh along with everyone else instead of joining in, and Pansy, who had taken the opportunity to shove her tongue down Ron's non-protesting throat).
Hermione shimmied and shook herself as she had never done before. The song, which she recognized as a Weird Sisters tune that she and Viktor had danced to all the Yule Ball, pulsed through her body and engulfed her. She swiveled her hips around to whistles and appreciative applause. Sweat began dripping down her body, and a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to her.
"LET'S GO STREAKING!" she shrieked, and Blaise, Parvati, Lavender, and Seamus tore off their clothes as if they had been waiting for this, and without further ado, sprinted out the front door.
Laughing, she tripped her way after them, struggling to remove her heels and dress as she went. The night air stung her wet body, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she followed their lead, all of them whooping and screaming in mirth…
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"You'll want to get down from there before the sun comes up."
Hermione jerked awake, immediately aware of her aching body and a pounding headache and the misty dewdrops on the leaves…
Wait. Misty dewdrops on the leaves?
She yelled and twisted her body frantically, which proved a very unwise thing to do as she toppled from the tree and landed on her ass, which did nothing to improve the sore state of her body.
She then realized a very important fact: she wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Malfoy!" she screeched up to the tall, pale figure in front of her as she pulled her body in close, hoping to protect it from view. "I'm naked!"
He had an amused expression on his face, mixed with something else she couldn't quite decipher. Shock? Concern? Longing?
Well the only one of those that made sense was shock.
"I see your ability to notice everything did not vanish when you left school," he said, though with none of the ice or sting he had used back at Hogwarts. He held out a dark blue robe, and she took it gratefully.
"Thanks," she muttered meekly, tying the strap in a tight knot and getting slowly to her feet. There was an awkward silence.
"Coffee?" he ventured bravely.
"That would be welcomed."
She followed him back inside the house, noticing Blaise and Lavender passed out on the couch (under a blanket, so their clothing status was unknown, although she would hazard a guess that they, too, were naked). The living room was otherwise unoccupied. They entered the kitchen, which Hermione would not have described as small, rather as cozy. Malfoy grabbed two checkered mugs and set them down on the table, then pointed his want at both and they immediately filled to the brim with a dark, steaming liquid. She sat down across from him and took a tentative sip.
"How did you know how I like it?" She asked, taken aback at the correct blend of sugar and cream.
"Lucky guess," he said vaguely, grabbing a muffin from the bowl in the center of the table. "Some people are easy to read in certain ways. I take my coffee-"
"Black," she interrupted promptly, and he smiled a little.
"Yes. I would guess-"
he scrutinized her for a moment –
"that you like your toast slightly burnt, with butter and cinnamon, you hate eggs, and prefer bacon to sausage."
She was rendered speechless by this dead-on accuracy, from Malfoy, no less, someone who hardly knew her, and could only nod her head dumbly, eyes huge, in awed amazement.
They lapsed into silence, both constantly sipping their drinks so they would have something to do besides just sit there, until her curiosity got the better of her pride.
"So," she began carefully, "what…exactly happened last night?"
Draco's head snapped up, and he studied her carefully, her hair disheveled and a brown smudge across her cheek. Truth be told, all he could think about was last night. It was almost impossible to explain, but he couldn't get the image of Hermione dancing and shaking and clapping, so uninhibited and just free, out of his mind. He had been unable to take his eyes off her as she swiveled her hips and batted her lashes and curled her lips up into a beckoning smile. There was no getting around it; last night, Hermione Granger had been possibly the sexiest creature he had ever seen. And what made her so sexy, so utterly irresistible, was the fact that she had no idea that she was sexy at all.
Of course, he chose to tell her the G-rated version. Or actually PG-13, if he thought about it.
"Well, after you, Blaise, Lavender, Seamus and Parvati took off, most people left to go shag, or stayed here and did so, then left. I witnessed Blaise and Lavender come in about an hour after you guys had been out, and they shagged on the couch, then passed out. Parvati and Seamus ended up shagging on the back porch about 20 minutes after that. I was unable to sleep through all the very verbal shagging, but noticed you had never come back in, not even to retrieve your clothes, so I went out to look for you and found you curled up in the tree, and now here we are."
Hermione blinked a few times, taking it all in, then, unable to stop herself, blurted out, "Am I the only one who didn't get shagged last night!"
"No," he said pointedly, "I didn't either."
"Oh," she said immediately, a blush creeping over he cheeks. "Right." Then she paused to ponder it all.
Last night, after getting worthlessly drunk, everyone and their mothers, it seemed, had gotten some, with the exception of her and Malfoy, one of her most hated enemies for six years, with whom she now drinking coffee and having a discussion about shagging.
It was all very bizarre.
Before she had time to share her rather humorous observation with him, Pansy walked in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of pink lacy panties, her mouth open in shock.
"IN THE NAME OF MERLIN! WHY ARE YOU WEAING DRACO'S ROBE HERMIONE! DID YOU GUYS SHAG LAST NIGHT TOO!"
She waited for an answer, her tits doing a full on friendly "how do you do?" as she grabbed some pastries from the counter.
"No," stated Draco calmly, "I found her passed out in the front yard and felt compelled to wake her up before the neighbors saw."
Pansy smirked at him. "Aw, how very considerate of you."
He ignored her, and she considered both of them for a moment. Hermione felt like she was being judged, and quickly diverted her eyes from Pansy's piercing blue ones and took another sip of coffee.
"We're all going to dinner tonight. My treat. Bailey's at six. I've already made reservations, so you have to go," she cut Draco off sharply before he could protest. Then she smiled at them both brightly, ruffled his hair, and pranced out of the kitchen back to her room.
Hermione bit her lip nervously, a sudden uneasiness coming over her now that she and Malfoy were once again alone. Neither of them said anything, and she followed his gaze to the kitchen counter. She tapped her thumb on her mug repeatedly, her anticipation growing every second the silence stretched. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she broke it by standing up.
"Thank you very much for the coffee. And…well…you know. I suppose I'll see you tonight."
"I suppose," he replied dully, and she gave him an apprehensive look. He was still staring at the marble counter top intensely, as if not really seeing it.
"I'll just…leave your robe in the living room, shall I?"
And without waiting for a response, she hurried out of the room, tossed the robe aside, threw on her clothes, and bolted out the door.
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Author's Note: Spoilers! Hermione reflects on her sudden uneasiness, gets a surprise visitor at the office, and Draco gets distracted by an old friend.