Upon opening her eyes, the first thing Hermione noticed was the crumpled up pair of black denim jeans laying on unfamiliar plush gray carpet. Slowly sitting up, ignoring the pounding in her head, Hermione kicked her legs over the edge of the bed and looked around. Dark furniture took up a lot of space in the small room and there were clothing, books and other items sporadically thrown around making the room appear slightly messy. The blinds were half drawn, allowing in some of the early morning sunlight. Nothing in the room gave her any clue as to who it belonged to.

Looking down at herself Hermione discovered she was wearing someone else's jumper but she still had her panties on which was a good sign that she hadn't slept with whoever brought her home. She also noticed that her wand was lying on the bed side table beside a sealed bottle of water and a stack of her clothing. Thinking back to the night before, Hermione tried to walk herself through what had led her to where she was now.

The Flaming Cauldron was unusually packed for a Wednesday night, but seeing as it was the week between Christmas and New Year's Hermione supposed it made sense. The fact that the bar was still only a couple months old also meant that they were still garnering a lot of interest and more people were checking it out weekly. Tonight was her first night there since she had been unable to attend the grand opening at Halloween with the rest of her friends.

The room was hazy because of the smoke and lights but Hermione was still able to make out her friends across the crowded room. There was no mistaking the red headed sea as being anyone other than Weasleys. Before she approached their table, she decided to stop at the bar to order a drink, a huge grin coming over her face when she recognized the bar tender.

"Dean! How are you?" Her excitement was obvious in her voice. She hadn't seen her schoolmate since last summer when Harry and Ginny got married.

"Hermione, long time no see! I've been well, this place keeps me busy. How about you? What can I get you to drink?" Dean's answering grin was as bright as always. The two had never been particularly close, but always got along well when they spent any amount of time together.

"I'll take a fire whiskey on the rocks."

"Add a unicorn shot if she's interested, on the house." The deep Irish voice speaking directly behind her made Hermione jump. She turned to face the person who had spoken and was pleasantly surprised to see Seamus Finnegan smiling down at her.

Her eyes roamed over his face, taking in his sandy hair and dark blue eyes before moving down over his sharp jawline that was covered in a fine layer of hair. When they were at Hogwarts, Seamus clothing had always been unkempt but that was a far cry from the put together outfit he was wearing now. A fitted light blue button up was clinging to his muscles and tucked into black denims that were tucked into low black boots. There was no denying how fit he was now. The years since leaving Hogwarts had been more than kind to Seamus, something which Hermione definitely noticed.

"What exactly is a unicorn shot?" Hermione asked a moment later. "I'll try one but I'd like to know what's in it first."

Seamus laughed, "Of course you'd want to know, love. Always were the sort to ask questions ay Granger?" He gave her a wink and pulled out the bar stool beside her as Dean began to move around behind the bar grabbing bottles to pour her drinks and get drinks for the other customers. "A unicorn shot is Irish cream, and our own blend of silver butterbeer schnapps. The white and silver of the alcohol is what gave it its name you see. One of our most popular drinks already!"

"Do you make your own Irish cream too?" Hermione asked. Knowing the two boys she had gone to school with were now pub owners and crafted their own alcohol was intriguing to her.

The smirk Seamus turned on her was positively sinful and Hermione's mind went blank as she tried to figure out why he was looking at her that way when all she had asked was if they made their own Irish cream. Hermione gasped then and immediately began laughing as she realized what she had asked the proud Irishman in front of her. She lightly smacked his arm, still laughing and shaking her head at his silly antics.

"I mean the alcohol, Seamus!"

"Course you do," Seamus was laughing along with her and punctuated his words with a wink. "But yeah, we make our own Irish cream too. The only two alcohols we do make on our own are in that shot. Suppose that might be why we're so proud of it."

"Here you go Hermione." Dean slid both glasses in front of her; one containing the dark reddish brown liquid she knew was fire whiskey and the second a double shot that was iridescent white layered with a pure silver. "Enjoy your night."

Dean moved down the bar to take care of the rest of the patrons leaving Hermione alone with Seamus once more. Hermione grabbed the shot and downed it quickly, maintaining eye contact with Seamus as she did. A moan of delight left her when she tasted how delicious the shot actually was.

"That was really good Seamus. If the rest of your drinks are that good, I might have to try more than whiskey here."

Seamus smirked at her, one eyebrow raised, "You're welcome to come try our drinks anytime. Just show up and we'll take care of you."

Before Hermione had the chance to respond, she heard her name being called. She looked up and locked eyes with Ginny Potter who was approaching where she sat at the bar. "Finish your drink and let's go dance!"

"I guess that's my cue to leave." Hermione said with a hint of regret in her voice. "Thank you for the drink. I might have to take you up on the offer of coming back to try more."

The sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door shocked Hermione out of her thoughts. "Come in!" She felt weird telling the person to come in to what was most likely their bedroom but at least she would be able to figure out where she was.

"Good Morning, Love." The familiar Irish lilt drifted to her as the door swung open. Seamus stepped inside wearing a pair of black sweatpants and carrying two mugs of steaming liquid.

"Seamus!" Hermione exclaimed with slight surprise before laughing and replying with a much more normal, "Good Morning."

"I didn't figure you'd remember how you got here," He said with a laugh. Seamus sat on the bed beside her, handing her one of the mugs which she could smell was filled coffee instead of tea. "Never got in the habit of tea so I hope coffee is alright. I added a bit of Irish cream to it. Hair of the dog and all that."

"Coffee is perfect, thank you." Hermione wrapped her hands around the mug, bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the scent before taking her first sip. The warm liquid was the perfect thing for her hungover, confused self. "So what happened last night? The last thing I remember was going to the loo after Ginny and I stopped dancing for the fourth time or so."

"From what I could figure out, Ginny forgot where you went and they thought you left. So her, Harry and Luna left since they were the last ones there. You stumbled across me on your way out and since you couldn't tell me where you lived I brought you to mine."

"Love you have to stop wiggling like that!" Seamus voice was filled with exasperation. He was currently trying to convince the curly haired witch to change out of her tight black dress into something more comfortable to sleep in.

"But I can't get it off Seamus!" Hermione's voice was whiney as she replied. Her lower lip stuck out in an adorable pout, her dark brown eyes looked up at him from under thick black lashes.

"Stand still." His voice was firm as he spoke. Hermione immediately obeyed. "Put your arms up." She put her arms straight up and stood as still as she could, her only movement a shiver that went through her when his hands brushed over her thighs before pulling her dress over her head for her. Seamus eyes roamed over Hermione's exposed body, darkening with lust as he took in her black panties and matching bra that clung tightly to her curves. Stepping back from her he held out a soft tan sweater for her to put on.

"Put this on and then let's get you in bed."

Hermione giggled as she started to pull the sweater on, "Shouldn't you be getting me naked before getting me in bed, not making me put clothes on?"

Seamus rolled his eyes but didn't respond, instead grabbing her dress and folding it neatly on his night stand beside where she had already laid her wand. He jumped when a piece of black fabric was tossed at him but his quick reflexes from quidditch allowed him to grab it before it fell to the ground. He looked at it and realized Hermione had somehow removed her bra. While he folded it, he looked over at her where she was lying on his bed grinning to herself.

"If you need me I'm going to be in the living room just down the hall, bathroom is right next door if you need it."

"Why don't you stay with me?" Hermione's voice was soft as she spoke. Her eyes were starting to flutter slightly indicating just how tired she was.

"You're drunk, love. I'll be here when you wake up and we can talk then if you still want me in bed with you." Crossing the room, Seamus pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He dug through his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, quickly changing in to them so he could be comfortable enough to sleep. By the time he turned around, Hermione was already fast asleep.

"I hit on you didn't I?" Hermione groaned after taking a few more sips of her coffee and getting glimpses of the night before. "I always get a bit flirty when I drink too much." Her face was flush with embarrassment and she couldn't seem to meet Seamus' eyes. Hermione knew Seamus had seen her practically naked the night before but she couldn't bring herself to care all that much about that portion of the evening. Especially not with him sitting close enough beside her that she could feel the heat radiating off his shirtless upper body. However her flirty behavior when drunk always made her embarrassed because it was so unlike how she normally behaved.

"I didn't mind the come ons one bit," Seamus said with a laugh, "A lad can always use a pick me up from a beautiful lass."

"Well thank you for making sure I made it somewhere safe, I really do appreciate it. And thank you for the jumper, I would be even more of a mess right now if I tried to sleep in that

dress."

The silence that settled around them as they both sipped their coffee wasn't awkward in the slightest, it was comfortable and felt natural. Listening closely, Hermione could hear cars going by outside which indicated they were in a muggle neighborhood or close to one. She had expected Seamus to live in a wizarding location, but considering he was a half-blood and his best friend a muggleborn she supposed it made sense for him to be just as comfortable in the muggle world.

Once her cup was empty, Hermione turned so she was facing Seamus. His golden brown hair which had been slicked back last night was loose now and hanging over the side of his forehead and sticking up in other areas. There were dark circles under his eyes which she assumed were from working long nights at the bar over the past several months. Her eyes moved down to his shirtless chest, which was toned in just the right ways to highlight his strength but didn't look like he spent hours a day in the gym. A layer of sandy chest hair covered his chest and tapered off into a small trail that led into the top of his sweatpants. Seamus was definitely a gorgeous man, there was no denying that he took care of himself and Hermione was extremely attracted to him physically.

"Thank you again for getting me home, and for the coffee. I'll get changed and get out of your hair." Hermione said once she was done checking Seamus out and able to look at his face again.

"You don't have to rush out Hermione. I'd love for you to stay and catch up. I can't lie and say I wouldn't like to get to know you better as Hermione Granger the woman, not Hermione Granger the know it all from Hogwarts."

"I would love to stay and chat but don't want to interrupt your schedule for the day." Hermione had never liked to feel like she was intruding on others so wanted to make sure Seamus had a way to politely kick her out.

"It's 7 o'clock now, I don't have to be at the bar until 8 tonight because it's Dean's turn to open. So we have 12 hours to waste before I even need to start getting ready. " Seamus held his hand out for Hermione's cup, fingers brushing hers lightly when he did. He set the empty cups down on the night stand and scooted back further on the bed, almost laying down. "Tell me if I'm being too forward, but now that you're sober I'd like to take you up on your offer of joining you in my bed."

Hermione's head snapped up to look at Seamus, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise at how blunt Seamus had been which caused him to let out a deep laugh. Between him being shirtless, his bluntness at wanting to sleep with her, and the sexy laugh he emitted, Hermione was gone to his charms.

"I'm not asking you for sex, love. Not yet anyway." Seamus punctuated his words with a wink. " I would genuinely love for you to join me for a nap and then we can figure out the rest of this once we have another hour sleep."

"We just drank coffee and you want to take a nap?" Hermione asked with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"Decaf, Hermione. I needed a good peace offering, so coffee it was. But I also needed to make sure a nap was still possible. So what do you say?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the Irishman beside her. Looking down at him sprawled out on the bed, she felt a warmth fill her lower belly that she knew indicated her growing arousal. Slowly she laid down beside him on the bed, propping herself up on an elbow so she could still look down at his face.

"Do we at least get to cuddle during this nap?"

Seamus eyes narrowed, a wicked smirk crossing his face. "Absolutely!" He grabbed her hips then, hands resting just under the edge of his jumper she still wore, pulling her body closer to his. Her hands landed on his bare chest, their faces a few inches apart and breath intermingling. Everywhere their bare skin touched felt like it was on fire. Hermione's leg was thrown over his hips and as she moved to get comfortable, she could feel the bulge in his pants and couldn't help but let out a low sound of pleasure at the feeling. Seamus ground his hips upwards, making sure she got the full effect of his cock straining against his sweat pants and pressing against her core which was warm with need.

"Get some rest," Seamus whispered in her ear, "You're going to be glad for the extra hour when you wake up." He punctuated his words with a kiss to her temple.

Hermione lay still, her heart beating erratically and every part of her body hyper aware of where she was touching Seamus. Within a few short minutes, Hermione felt and heard Seamus' breathing slow down and even out indicating that he was asleep and she followed him to sleep soon after.