Hermione woke up in a pretty uncomfortable position. Draco was sleeping on top of her. It wasn't that she didn't like the position; it was just that he was really heavy.
Hermione was lying flat on her back, with Draco's chest against hers. He was obviously dead asleep; Hermione felt his snores rather than felt them. They reverberated through his chest and, in turn, through hers.
She was definitely getting squished. Now that she was fully awake, she realized just how uncomfortable she was. She needed to shove him off. As soon as possible.
Draco woke up to feeble pressure on his chest. He realized what was going on, chuckled and rolled off of Hermione.
He put his head on her pillow facing her. Damn, she was beautiful, even with mussed hair and half asleep. He groaned in appreciation.
He snuggled up to her and pulled her closer. "Hey, Mione," He whispered into her hair, "Has anyone ever told you that you look really cute in the morning?"
Draco smirked when he felt Hermione's cheeks heat up against his shoulder. She looked up, her brown eyes questioningly meeting his unflinching gray eyes and took a deep breath to say something.
Draco knew that something wasn't right. Their relationship was odd, they'd gone on for ages hating each other and one night, well, one afternoon, really, was supposed to change all that?
Draco knew that he was crazy about Hermione; he also knew that she was crazy about him, but they needed time to get used to everything. He knew that he and Hermione needed to talk to each other about what exactly their relationship was.
Draco was never one to over-analyze anything, but in this case, he knew that they needed to discuss it. He wasn't sure what he wanted, or about how serious he was about her, all Draco knew was that he'd never ever felt like this about anyone before.
Blaise chose that precise moment to wake up. He yawned and rolled himself off the bed.
"Morning, all." He said, grinning, his sour mood from last night forgotten. "I need to go check out some last minute equipment with Charlie Weasley." Hermione nodded and smiled back at Blaise, it was difficult not to cheer up when he was in a good mood.
Draco felt no such affliction. He had a score to settle with Blaise. He suddenly realized that he had stuff to do too.
"Hey, Mione." He said worriedly, "Will you be OK if I leave too? I need to talk stuff over with Snape."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco, "I'll be fine, I need to work my ass off too, remember? We'll meet at The Three Broomsticks at around three, alright?"
The boys nodded and apparated to wherever it was they needed to be. Hermione needed to prepare some last minute stuff at the hospital and she got to that.
At two-thirty Hermione apparated to the Three Broomsticks to find Blaise and Draco outside glaring menacingly at each other.
The boys were standing very close, Draco almost towering over Blaise; they both had their fists clenched around their wands. They were growling at each other but Hermione was too far away to catch what they were saying. She needed to untangle the situation as soon as possible.
Silly boys.
She rolled her eyes and walked up to them. Neither of them dared say a word as she sized them up and down.
"What, may I ask, is this about?" Hermione asked; her voice as sweet as honey. Draco and Blaise started talking suddenly all at once, Hermione caught things like, "He broke your nose." And "He came and just started picking a fight with me."
Hermione really was starting to get cold, the wind was whipping her hair around her face and she pulled her jacket tightly around her. It was only October; it wasn't supposed to be so bloody cold.
Oh, well, the temperature would make what they were hunting all the much weaker. Anything was an advantage; Hermione shuddered at the thought of what they were going to have to do.
"Mione, you look like a rabbit." Draco said affectionately, "With your nose all red like that." He tweaked her nose and didn't miss the glare that Blaise shot him.
Yeah, well, it served him right for fucking breaking her nose.
Hermione chose to ignore (as best as she could) the scene that she'd walked in on. Instead, she said, "Let's go in and get some drinks, I need to talk to you about what we're going to have to do tonight."
The boys said nothing but obediently walked after her. Hermione could feel all the gazes of the girls in the bar, they were all extremely jealous. Hermione still didn't feel like it was right or fair for her to have two such guys. Oh, well, she wasn't going to question it.
They walked in and sat in a secluded corner, they ordered their drinks from Madam Rosmerta and Hermione took a deep breath as she prepared to brief them.
"OK. Tonight, we're going hunting for Acromantula eggs." Draco and Blaise both looked at her as if they wished she were joking.
"Hermione," Blaise said as if he was talking to a child, "We can't do that. The Acromantula is one of the most dangerous magical creatures around."
"I know that, but it's the first ingredient we need. And, anyway, we can manage, I've got a plan."
Blaise raised an eyebrow at her. "Hermione," He drawled, "I'm supposed to be the animals' expert here. You can't just go and take over my forte. Way to make a man feel inadequate." He took a large swig of his drink.
"Yeah, I know. It really is a simple plan. Draco and me will occupy the big Aragog while you sneak around the back and get an egg from the ones they hide at the back. You know how they need to be handled, right?"
"Yeah, I do. Hermione, you're forgetting one little, tiny detail. Aragog isn't the only spider there; there are thousands of spiders there and his lovely wife Magog who is there for the sole reason of protecting her kids."
Hermione was about to back up her argument when Draco broke in, grinning, "I have a plan, I think both of you are retarded, I'll be back in about five minutes." Draco apparated and left Blaise and Hermione in some confusion, they continued fine tuning Hermione's original plan.
About five minutes later Draco walked in on them arguing about the best way to subdue Magog, Aragog's wife. He looked like a child at Christmas; his hair was damp from the rain that they could hear pounding on the roof. His cheeks were red and he looked as handsome as ever. He was carrying a brown paper bag.
He pushed his blonde hair away from his face as surveyed the two them, smirking like a Slytherin.
He sat down and wordlessly passed the bag to Blaise who opened it and stared at it, open-mouthed. Draco grinned at Blaise. Hermione, who hated to be left out of anything, leaned forward to see what was in the brown bag.
She gasped when she saw what it was. "Oh, God." Was all she could say. Draco smirked even wider as he said, "Really, just calling me Draco is fine." Hermione whacked him on the head.
"How the hell did you get this?" Hermione asked him in amazement.
Draco looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. "You guys forgot something really important. The Acromantula egg isn't a part of the Acromantula." He said gleefully. Hermione and Blaise still looked confused.
Draco rolled his eyes at their stupidity. "I summoned it. I stood on the edge of the forbidden forest and used the accio spell and it came zooming into my hand"
Hermione and Blaise shared a sheepish glance; how had they not thought of this? It was so simple, so easy.
"Oh, my God," Blaise said, we don't need to do any hunting, "We can just summon everything."
Now Draco and Hermione shared an exasperated look. "No, we can't. Most of the other ingredients are parts of animals; this was just a lucky break." Hermione said to him as Draco rolled his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, right." Blaise said, embarrassed. Without another word, he went up to the bar and brought them some more shots.
The night was a free night. They were going to have some fun.
Hermione and Draco joined him at the bar as Madam Rosmerta started lighting up drinks with erotic names and the three of them started shooting them back, all in high spirits.