The First Confrontation

The First Confrontation

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Last Time: "Now I know that you will resort to violence when annoyed! See? I'm learning so much already!" Draco proclaimed happily.

Hermione groaned and took a swig of the vodka that had been placed before her.

Most of the rest of the night continued on like this, with Draco joining in on the drinking. Only when they both proceeded to get smashing drunk did it stop, and only because Draco was now kissing Hermione.

It only escalated from there.

Oh, no, Hermione's thoughts screamed, Oh no, No, NO, NO! It can't be! I couldn't have!

Hermione opened the door slowly, just a tiny crack she could see out of. What she saw confirmed her suspicions.

A large lump lay under the silk sheets on her bed. An arm was strewn across the place she had previously occupied. A leg hung over the edge.

Hermione shut the door quickly; her mind screaming so loud it was reminiscent of a banshee. She turned and slumped against the door. Pulling her knees in towards her body, she rested her forehead against them.

A tear created a pathway through the mascara rings still looming under her eyes. Sobs began to rack through her body, full of anger and rage. She stayed like this for a long while.

Eventually the tears faded away, replaced by her usual common sense and problem-solving knack.

She pulled herself off of her pathetic place on the ground and walked into her closet, conveniently connected to her bathroom. She pulled on pajama pants and a tank top, both in a deep ebony. She pulled the top sections of her hair into is usual half-up, half-down style. After doing so, she marched into her room to locate her wand. She wanted to have it in case defense became necessary.

She didn't find it in her room though. She found it and the rest of her clothes creating a pathway from her front door. She grimaced inwardly and prepared herself as she stepped back into her bedroom.She positioned herself on the other side of the bed as she woke the man from his deep slumber. Brandishing her wand, she decided on the most effective, not too mention most amusing, way. Pointing her wand at the man, she muttered a simple incantation.

"Augmenti!" A stream of water erupted from the tip of her wand and flew straight towards the man on her bed. The pale blond woke with a violent eruption.

"WHAT THE HELL? WHERE THE HELL AM I?" Draco bellowed, "MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED?"

"I dunno, Ferret," Hermione spoke in a calm and even manner, "You tell me."

"What have you done with me, woman?" he growled.

"I believe the more accurate question would be what have you done with me?"

"Well, seeing as how you're the one fully clothed and with a wand, I'm inclined to think it was the other way around!"

Hermione said nothing but stalked out of the room. A few moments later she returned with Draco's clothes and wand in hand. She dumped them on him and turned back around.

"Put them on and come out here when you're ready to talk civilly," she snarled. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Draco lay in her bed for another half hour, before deciding that he should go with the plan that would result in the least amount of pain.

He pulled on his silver robes and placed his wand securely in it's custom made dragon hide wand holster. After taming his hair, he walked out into the rest of the apartment.

He found Hermione curled up on the couch with a book and a cup of coffee. She didn't notice him at first, so he took the opportunity to observe his surroundings.

It was a small apartment, with a simple kitchen and a dining room connected to a surprisingly large living room. The walls were painted in soft tones, but the furniture and décor around them was coordinated to cause a vibrant, yet still subtle, effect. Photos, both muggle and magic, were placed expertly around the apartment. It was a homey place, one that made anyone, even the owner's worst enemy, feel immediately welcomed. But of course, Draco would never admit that to anyone.

"Finally decided to put on our big boy shorts and come to talk like a mature adult, now have we?" Hermione's mocking tone jerked him out of his reverie.

"Let the showdown begin," He muttered.