Hermione woke up, because something seemed to poking into her head. She soon realized that it was a bobby pin, and that her hair was still in its wedding style. She also realized that she was still wearing her wedding dress. She felt a faint throbbing in her head and she could only guess what could have happened. She tried to sit up, but her headache grew about 10 times stronger, and she got really dizzy. She fell back against her pillow and tried to get the aching to go down. Once it started to get better she turned to her right to see the faint outline of a back. It was dark and she could hardly see. She almost wanted to touch it to see if it was real. Why was someone in her bed? But then everything started to flood back to her, the wedding, and the reception. Oh no! She must have acted something worse at that reception. She could faintly remember drinking, a lot. That would explain the headache. But then Hermione started to cry.

What had she done? How could see have married Draco, of all people? She slowly got off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. Her hair was sticking out all over the place, so decided that would be the first thing to fix. With tears still streaming down her face she took out the pins and combed it with her fingers. She looked down at her severely wrinkled wedding dress, and sighed. This would have to go to the cleaners to get pressed in the morning, but right now she just wanted to get out of it. She had a white merriwidow underneath and didn't really feel like playing the guessing game of where Draco put the luggage. So she pulled one of the hotel robes on over the lingerie, and hung her dress over of the bathroom door. She wiped the tears off her face, and walked out onto the balcony.

She sat at one of the chairs surrounding a glass table, and stared into the night sky, and started to cry again. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done to deserve the heartbreak? She looked at the full moon, and started to remember his face, and softly sang to herself.

"That face…that face. That marvelous face." She barely make out before bursting into tears again. She pulled her knees up and put her head on them. That was their song. The song that they would sing to each other. She slowly put her knees down and stood up. She walked inside and went the little desk, where she found a pen and paper. She went back out to the balcony and began to write.

Dear Lucas,

I know that I should have told you more about what was happening, but it's just so hard because I love you so much. Please understand why I had to marry him. Please know that I love you with all my heart and always will. We just can't be together. I'm doing this to protect you. Please don't try to contact me. They might find out about you, and then I don't know what I would do.

I Will Love You Forever,

Hermione

Hermione let out a shaky sigh, she felt like she was going to start crying again. She folded the letter and slipped it into the robes pocket. She would have to owl it later. For now she would sit here and just look at the night sky.

Hermione felt her head tilting backwards, and opened her eyes. She was still outside and the night had gotten even darker, with the moon behind of patch of clouds in the sky. She realized that she had fallen into a light sleep and was extremely tired now. All she could think about was climbing back into bed. She walked inside and pulled off the robe and threw it across a chair, and started to walk to the bed. It was only when a breeze from the open balcony doors, made her remember that all she had was her merriwidow and a pair of thong underwear on. But she was almost too tired to care, convincing herself that she would wake up before Draco and be able to find, more appropriate clothes.

She lifted the covers and slipped inside, it was warm and she soon started to fall asleep. But what she forgot was what she had put inside the robe pocket. And what she had forgotten to tell Draco about.

Draco awoke at about 7 o'clock. Always a one to wake up early, but today was just a bit too early. He realized he was just about shivering, with a breeze that kept blowing on his naked back. He also felt something warm and soft on his front. He opened his eyes to brown curly hair all over his pillow. He raised his head up to see Hermione still asleep. She had snuggled against his chest, probably to avoid the cold. What Draco also could see was a very scantily clad Hermione. The sheets where pulled down to a little above her waist. She wore what he could only describe was a very tight lacey tank top, that had a very low v-neck. Draco couldn't help but stare at her at her boobs, which seemed like they were going to pop out any second. And because Draco was only wearing his boxers, he could feel her bare legs on his and he could only wonder what she was wearing for underwear.

But right now what he really needed to do was stop whatever was letting in that breeze. So he got up and saw the balcony door were open.

"That's funny, don't remember leaving this open." He mumbled to himself. He closed them and started to get ready.

When Hermione opened her eyes she could tell something was very, very wrong. And the reason for what was that, there was no one but her in the bed. That must have meant that Draco must have already gotten up. That meant that he could have seen her in what she was dressed in. She silently cursed herself for being that stupid. She lifted her head and looked around. It didn't seem like there was anyone here. Maybe Draco had gone for breakfast or something. It didn't really matter to her as long as he wasn't here. She saw that the bathroom door was open. She could make a break to it, because she didn't know when he would be coming back.

So she quickly threw back the covers and got out of the bed, and began to walk fast to the bathroom. But halfway to, she heard a voice.

"Good morning." The voice said, with amusement in it. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. There was Draco on the balcony sitting at the table folding a newspaper.

"Good morning." Hermione said in a pained tone. That made Draco chuckle at her obvious embarrassment.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Fine" She said, starting to blush all down her body.

"What time do you-"

"Will you stop looking at me like that?" Hermione interrupted.

"What are you talking about?" He could tell this was causing her discomfort and he was enjoying every minute of it.

"You know what I'm talking about. I do realize I'm half-naked. So you don't half to keep staring at me like that!"

"The reason I am staring at you like this is because you are half-naked."

"Uggg!" Hermione squealed. She spotted the robe she had put over the chair last night. She grabbed it and pulled it on, and then ran into the bathroom. Draco just sat here laughing to himself. He got up and walked inside. He looked on the floor and saw a piece of paper that Hermione must have dropped. He picked it up, and unfolded. He slowly began to read it. The more he did the more his face began to darken. Who was Lucas? He steamed. And why was his wife writing him, telling him that she loved him? When Hermione got out of that bathroom she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.