I am writing this on WordPad which doesn't have spell checker so I am sorry if I have gramatical errors. I'll try to go over it a couple times to make sure. Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out. I have had the entire story planned out, yet I have writer's block. And, this is a little off the movie, but I decided to jazz it up. Enjoy!

A fucking party. I should have known.

Who can blame them. Voldemort dies, who doesn't want a party? But why at my house. True, it is the best, but please, throw it at someone else's house. How did they get in? I didn't feel like a party. Who can blame me? I just assisted in the killing of Lord Voldemort then found out Hermione doesn't remeber me. AT ALL!

I sat down at the bar (which curiously I don't remember being there) and ordered a drink. Then another one. After five beers (it took me a loong time to get drunk) , Blaise came in and after spotting me, sat down and also ordered a beer. We sat in silence for awhile, when finally, he spoke.

"I heard."

"About Voldemort. I know, it's great isn't it?" I said with little enthusiasm.

"Not about that shithead, about Hermione."

"Who?"

"Don't fuck with me Draco. Harry told me."

"Since when did you get all buddy buddy with the Boy Wonder?"

"Ever since my best friend went off to find his girlfriend."

"Ya, about that. Sorry. Kinda a waste now that I look at it." I was very drunk now.

"God you are being such an asshole today."

"Can you fucking blame me? I helped kill the most feared man in the entire wizarding world only to find that the only girl I wanted to be with for the rest of my life doesn't even remeber me!" I slammed my fist on the table.

Blaise smiled nervously.

"We were gonna get married."

"WHAT? I thought she said no."

"She did, the first time. I asked her, when we were fighting him. She said yes."

"Oh Draco. I'm so sorry."

"You know what, this is probably for the better. I'm gonna go up and sleep."

"Um, you might not be able to do that."

"Why." He pointed and I saw exactly why. Coming through the door was Callia and Hermione. Callia looked hott and so did Hermione, but her's was a shy hot. She looked uncomfotable in her tight clothes which hung nicely around her body...

GOD. I have to look away but I can't. She walked up to me and sat down where Blaise used to be sitting. She ordered a drink and after a couple more her shyness seemed to melt away. She started shaking to the music and I had to look away to keep myself from exploding.

"Hey." She began. "Sorry for forgetting you."

"It's okay." Why must I lie?

"Let me make it up to you. Dance with me."

Ya, like that would make up for it. "Sure."

----My Humps----

"I LOVE this song."

"How do you know."

"I don't know, but it has a cool beat."

"Oh." I mentally slapped myself for thinking she could remember. She started swaying her hips and moving like a madman. Obviously she was a cheaper drunk than I was. I can't say I minded though.

When the song ended, she bought another drink. We danced some more before she finally gave out. Literally. She collapsed in my arms. Thankfully nobody noticed me pulling her upstairs. They were all too drunk.

I placed her on my bed and tried to wak her up. She sat up groggily and rubbed her eyes.

"Where am I?"

"My room."

"Wow this is fancy. I wish I do remember you." I wish that too. Every fucking minute I'm with you.

"Let's have sex." she climbed on me.

"Excuse me."

"You heard me. I was checking if I was a virgin and guess what, I'm not."

"I don't even want to know."

"Let's have sex. You love me, I could love you."

"No you can't."

"I can try." She started to kiss my neck and as hard as I tired, I couldn't get her off. Okay, so maybe I wasn't trying that hard, but still. She kissed me on the lips and I was lost.

I blame it on the beer. Or her lips. Eiither way, it was a bad thing to do that was so not my fault. Okay, maybe it was, but still. She couldn't have stopped too. Anyway.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I ripped off my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, luckily not flying into anything breakable. She smiled seductively and I jumped on top of her. I kissed her neck, leaving marks behind in shape of a D. My trademark.

I lifted her shirt up and kissed her breasts through her bra. She arched her back telling me she liked what I was doing. I unhooked her bra, marveling at God's creation. She giggled as I enclosed my mouth around her hard nipple. I did the same with the other one as she tore off my pants. She grabbed me and I pulled away from her.

Damn her seductive smile. I couldn't wait any longer or I was going to explode. I tore off her pants and underwear and dipped to taste her. She tasted like honey, just like I thought she would. She screamed as I pulled her up and her body shook with her realease. Now it was my turn.

In one easy step, I thrust into her, sending her screaming. With every thrust I repeated the same words in my head over and over again. She wrapped her legs around me allowing me deeper access. She screamed as I hit the right spot and released all over me. I followed soon after, spillng myself inside of her. I laid down on the bed next to her and she soon fell asleep. I whispered the words that kept repeating in my head.

"I love you."

That's when I realized I had to leave.

I got up, threw on my clothes and started packing. She woke up.

"Where are you going? I thought you loved me."

"I do."

"Well then, what's wrong."

"You don't love me."

"I could learn to."

"The way you just acted was not Hermione behavior. I fell in love with Hermione, not you. And as much as it kills me, I can't be with someone eho doesn't remember me."

"Well, if I get my memory back, you'll be the first one I call." I laughed.

With tears in my eyes, a suitcase in my hand, and pain in my heart, I walked away, leaving her forever, and never looking back.

That was my first smut scene. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I am writing the next chapter as you are readin this, trust me. Might not be finished soon though. Left my outline at home and I can't remeber something important.

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