FIFTY SHADES OF SLYTHERIN
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Please guys, if I was J.K., my username would not be Caroline, nor would I be living in America, nor would I read romances between Draco and Hermione obsessively.
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Hermione woke up with an extreme sense of deja vu. She had an excruciating headache, she was in a strange bed, and there was an arm wrapped around her. Wait. What.
Slowly, she rotated her head around and found herself about one inch from the sleeping face of Draco Malfoy.
What. The. Hell, she thought. Happened. Last. Night. Closing her eyes, she made a mental note in capitals, and for good measure, italics: NEVER TOUCH A SINGLE DROP OF ALCOHOL EVER AGAIN.
That was her plan for the future, but for now? Hermione was having a nervous breakdown. She had no idea where she was, she was in bed with her former archenemy, and literally no one knew who she was. Hell, she didn't even know who she was.
As she began to formulate excuses for being in the same bed as Malfoy, the evil, Death Eater, ferret king, the man in question began to stir.
I am royally screwed, Hermione realized when he let out a rather girly squeal at the sight of who was next to him. Very, very screwed.
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"Don't ask me, I have no freaking clue why I'm even still here!" Hermione yelled. This was ten minutes later, and both still had not figured out why they had woken up together.
"Well how should I know! I open my eyes to see Hermione Granger next to me! You think I'm excited?"
Hermione was about to retort when she gasped. "Wait - how did you know I'm Hermione Granger?" She was supposed to be in disguise! It was supposed to be impossible to recognize her!
"What do you mean, Granger," Malfoy snorted. "I know a few years have passed, but no one else has that hair. You recognized me, why shouldn't I recognize you?"
Hermione yelped in realization and grabbed a lock of her hair. Before she even saw it she knew something was wrong. It was curly. And brown. She screamed slightly and darted to the bathroom mirror. Her worst fears were confirmed. Not only she was now back to her original self, but someone had seen her. And it was her amazing luck that that person was Draco Malfoy.
"Are you okay in there Granger?" Malfoy said arrogantly. "Yes, your hair is a disaster. Yes, you look quite hideous. Yes, you are hungover."
Hermione had half a mind to go and punch his stupid pale face senseless, but resisted. Maybe she could Obliviate him, re-transfigure her appearance, and just leave him here.
Yes, that should work. She set to work on her hair, turning it sleek and blonde again. But a few seconds after it was done, there was a loud pop, and her hair became itself again.
"What is going on…" Hermione muttered. She tried again, to no avail. Her disguise was ruined, and without magic she couldn't do anything else. Oh, why hadn't she done hair dye and color contacts?
She was bemoaning her misfortune for the umpteenth time when the door opened and Malfoy came in, barely looking at her.
"Sorry, but you were taking too long, I needed a piss." And he started to unbutton his pants.
"Argh! Just wait until I get out of here, why can't you!" Hermione yelled, fighting the furious blush that made its way onto her face.
"Scared, Granger? Never seen one before, I suppose."
"In your dreams, Malfoy," Hermione retorted (rather weakly) before stepping out of the bathroom and slamming the door. A second later Malfoy stepped out behind her, grabbing her arms.
"Ahhhh! What the - get off of me you foul git!" Hermione screamed, not failing to notice, however, that his pants were still unzipped. The blush she had so valiantly fought off mere seconds ago made an encore appearance.
"Z-zip your pants, Malfoy," she said shakily to the grinning blond behind her.
"Your wish is my command," he said cheekily, keeping one hand on her left shoulder.
Then he turned her around, his face inches away from hers. A devious smirk lifted at the corner of his mouth at her expression.
"Wait," Hermione said, a millisecond before their lips touched.
It wasn't bad, Hermione had to admit. In fact, it was good. Borderline great. And then Malfoy, the prick, pulled away, smirking like the devil.
"Wait, for what? For you to tell me this is wrong? I don't think so, Granger." And he pulled her in again.
Hermione had been speechless with shock (and might we say, pleasure?) but soon found her voice. "No, Malfoy," she managed before her lips were captured again.
After a long moment of intense snogging, Hermione pulled away again. "Malfoy, you -I - what happens in this room stays here, alright? I'm not going to lie, we both need-"
"Oh shut up Granger," he growled before pinning her to the wall again. Both moaned at the contact.
It was unbelievable. She, Hermione Granger, engaged happily only three days previously, was in a hotel room with Draco Malfoy, the wizarding playboy. And she felt absolutely no guilt, no remorse, just lust.
Oh, fortune must have taken a turn at last.
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Okay, I am soooooo sorry for the short, low quality chapter but I have an explanation - read before you flame please!
So this story's plot kinda got lost on the way... hehe... but anyway, I've got a new exciting Dramione coming up, and I need you to tell me if I should keep writing this on the side or delete. Please, please comment or I'm going straight to the delete.
If I do, though, please check out the new story anyway. I'll be publishing it soon... see you guys!
