Chapter Four

Hermione moaned as the sun his her face. It was too early for this much sun. She rolled into the comforters on her soft bed and felt something beside her. It was probably Shep, though she remembered him having a bit more hair on his body than this.

She sat up in the bed slowly and looked around with her eyes almost completely closed. "How much did I have to drink last night?" she asked herself before collapsing back into the pillows. She slid her hand under Shep's belly to find his sweet spot between his ears. Now where was his head? She moved her hand down.

'Where is your head? Where is your head?' Her eyes shot open. 'That's not your head.'

"AAAAHH!" she shrieked, looking over at who was beside her.

Still asleep and oblivious to the world was the notorious Draco Malfoy. He stirred a bit and mumbled something in his sleep.

Hermione looked around the room for her dress and wand. And probably her panties! She looked down to find that she was stark naked! How could that have happened?

Without making too much noise, she slid off the bed and slipped on her blue dress. Now to find her wand.

"Think, Hermione, think," she whispered to herself. Under the bed! She sunk to her knees and reached under the large mattress, pulling out her wand, still in the strap she had around her leg to keep it in.

Without a second glance, she woke up the sleeping blonde with the 'crack', announcing her departure.

"You slept together?" Mandie squealed in disbelief.

Ginny was frozen where she was with her mouth open while Mandie's eyes were wide with excitement.

"But by sleep, you mean just in the same bed, right? No sexual intercourse, right?" Ron asked weakly, knowing the answer before e even asked.

Hermione buried her head in her hands. Even though she had performed a hangover spell, she still had a slight headache and her hair was a wreck.

"Well at least we know that you can't get pregnant," Harry added. "He performed that spell in fifth year, right?"

Hermione nodded her head, not even wanting to think about how the spell was reversible.

With all eight eyes on her, Hermione moaned and let her head fall onto the table.

"This isn't possible," she mumbled. "I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him. No amount of anything alcoholic could ever make me do something this stupid."

"Well you two were a little drunk last night," Mandie told her. "And, come on, you could have done much worse."

"Like what?" Harry, Ron and Ginny asked at the same time.

"Well she could have shagged, er, oh what are you looking at me for?" Mandie threw up her hands. "At least she got laid."

"What about you and Aiden?" Ginny asked.

"Right in the middle of, well, the foreplay," Harry, Ron and Ginny gave her 'whoo's' of support with applause. Mandie always had the exciting stories. "Oh shut up. Now in the middle of it, his phone began to ring. And by phone, I mean muggle cell phone because his ex-girlfriend stalker made him get one and he never changed his number."

"Eesh," was heard around the table, along with "yipes" and a word from Harry that no one could make out.

"Well anyway, she called him five times." Mandie held up five fingers and moved her hand around the table for everyone to see. "By the time I got him to turn off his phone, we ended up having some weird cross between humping and, well, that episode of sex and the city when Carrie had sex with Berger for the first time," she told her friends with a scrunched expression.

"Well at least you didn't fuck your ex."

"You what?" Aiden looked at his friend as though he had just come out of the closet.

"Oh shut up, why don't you?" Draco said, shaking his head in his hands. "I don't know what happened. We were drunk!"

"I know. I saw," Aiden said with a chuckle. (A/N I did not name him Aiden because I love Sex and the City. It just worked out that way and I love it. :-P) "I don't think I've ever seen you drink that much in our entire friendship."

Draco sighed. "Did we even use a condom?"

"Well don't you place that spell over yourself before a date?"

"This was a blind date that I was forced into." Draco looked up at Aiden. "I knew there wasn't a chance in hell I was getting laid."

"Knew?"

"Thought! Happy? I didn't think I would get laid and I definitely didn't think I would ever see Hermione again." Draco threw his hands into his head. "Wait," he lifted his head. "We were so wasted that I probably just shagged some girl that looked like her. Or I could have even imagined it! There were no traces of another person when I woke up!"

"That's the spirit," Aiden said, patting Draco on the arm. "Plus even if something did happen, well, you do have that spell on you, right?" Draco winced at the memory. "Don't tell me you took it off."

"Well when we got married, I thought that a baby would help,"

"You're and idiot and I pity you." Aiden looked at his watch. "I have to go in a few minutes, but let me just call you an idiot one more time before asking you why you didn't put that charm back on yourself when the two of you split?"

Draco shook his head. "Most of the ladies I lay either have that spell over themselves or I just do a one-night thing. The permanent charm is as annoying to think about as a vasectomy."

Aiden stared at his friend for a minute before saying anything. "Okay, so I'm leaving because I have work and thinking about shooting blanks leaves us at an awkward conversation."

Draco bid Aiden farewell as he got up and left him alone in their favorite bar. There was nothing to worry about. He probably just imagined the whole thing. With one last sip of his beet, he got up and left to meet with his new private investigator. The minister himself recommended her. Apparently it was a small business that covered private investigation, legal help and had a branch that few people knew what it was for.

Putting a tip on the table, Draco stood up and apparated to the lobby of a nice looking building in muggle London. Why did it seem like everything was there nowadays?

"Mister M?" a young receptionist asked him. She had a French accent and pale skin with flowing, blonde hair. Why did she look so familiar?

"Yes, Miss…"

"Declaur," she told him. "And Miss Clarke will be with you in a moment."

Draco nodded and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs. There was a magazine on the table in front of him from the week before. There was a picture of Hermione with the head of St. Mungo's. He rolled his eyes. Of course there was a picture of her. What piece of rag was this? The Quibble. Of course.

"She's amazing, no?"

Draco looked up at Miss Declaur. "Pardon?"

"'Ermione Granger. She eez amazing."

"Erm, right," Draco said. "Miss Declaur. Could you point me towards the loo?"

"First door on ze left."

"Thank you." Draco stood up and made his way to the loo to fix his hair, or do something more important than that wretched woman.

"Good morning 'Ermione," Gabrielle said looking up.

"Good morning Gabrielle," Hermione replied with a half smile. She still could not get her conversation with her friends out of her head. "Have Mandie or Ginny come back from lunch yet? I left them early at the coffee shop to grab that book I told you about."

"Merci," Gabrielle said, taking the book from Hermione. "And no, sorry, but Mandie's new client eez 'ere."

Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes at her friend. "Of course." She sighed. "Give me the files and send him in and when Mandie gets here tell her that she owes me lunch again."

Gabrielle handed Hermione the files and smiled at her most responsible boss. Hermione took them with a thank-you and walked briskly into her office.

Draco walked back into the lobby. It was more like an elegant waiting room now that he took it in again. Miss Declaur was at her table, reading a book. She saw him coming and looked up at him.

"Miss Clarke is being 'eld up, but 'er partner eez in 'er office if you would like to speak with 'er."

"Thank you," Draco said to the young woman, picking up his briefcase. "Does she cover the same area?"

"No, but she covers for Miss Clarke once in a while for ze meetings. She eez really ze one who runs ze show, like Miss Clarke and Mrs. Potter say." She giggled.

Draco didn't take in the names Miss Declaur said, but thought of what he should do. 'I guess if she covers for Clarke it wouldn't be too bad,' he thought. "Okay. But I would also like to re-schedule my meeting to meet with Miss Clarke before I sign anything."

"Okay. Please take a seat."

Draco sat down in the nearest seat, confused. The next thing he knew, he was in a powder blue room in front of a mahogany desk. He looked at the woman across from him. Her face was being blocked by his file, but he could see the crisp, red, button-up shirt hugged her torso without a blazer, which he noticed was on the back of her chair. She had on a black, pleated skirt that rose a few inches above her knee when she crossed her legs that ended with her small feet in black, heeled shoes that covered her toes. Her hair was mostly hidden by the file, but he saw it flow straight down behind her back with auburn and hazel highlights.

Draco cleared his throat, announcing his arrival after a minute of waiting.

"I am aware that you are here but you must wait until I have finished this and mocked your mistrust."

Her voice was smooth, but slightly harsh and he placed it in an instant. "Granger?"

Hermione put down the file. "Hello Malfoy. Now let's get to business. It says here that you want to find out about an employee who you suspect is a spy, is that correct?"

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Draco near exploded.

"I am one of the co-founders of this lovely organization and am covering for Mandie. You met her last night." Hermione professionally explained. "Now if you cooperate and stick to the subject, we can get through this meeting before one of my real clients gets here for our three o'clock meeting."

Draco folded his arms. She was behaving so calm, maybe nothing happened last night. "Okay."

"Good. Now let's get to business."