Hermione awoke, groaning from muscle-related pain. she stretched, then realizing she wasn't safe and sound in her own four poster bed with the curtains half closed as always, she panicked.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She wrapped a blanket around her, covering most of herself from whomever she had been with last night. She looked for the wizard in question, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

"How dare you compromise a young--" she stopped when she realized she was alone. Alone on a mattress, under Myrtle's bathroom, naked. She blushed furiously, and though there was none to see her bare skin, she picked her discarded clothing from the ground carefully and dressed under the blanket. Once she was dressed, she started to look for a way out.

That's when she noticed a small table in a corner of the small room, and the small note on the table.

"see you soon."

As soon as she read the note aloud, she blacked out.

A boy smiled a small smile as the girl passed out from the sleeping powder surrounding the note. It worked efficiently, knocking her out the moment she finished reading. He should really give thanks the those Weasleys, they sold one mean sleeping powder. He signalled for the house elf to wink her to the tower, to wipe her memory of the night he'd spent with her, leaving only the good feelings. He'd learned the hard way
that memories are best forgotten.

The boy walked through the walls to the mattress, sitting down on it when he reached it. He stroked the scratched the girl had made, chuckling at the memory of their night together. The musky smell of sex was still in the air, and he regretted ending the night too quickly. The mudblood had been a good fuck, better than most purebloods.

He took his wand out of his green trimmed robe, and vanished the mattress out of the room, replacing it with yet another one. Then he walked through the walls again, to his first class, where two big Slytherins awaited him.

They greeted him,

"Good morning, Master Draco."