Chapter 3

Draco's POV

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The lack of sunlight is what I supposed that had awoken me because I awoke with a groan. All I could dream about last night was Hermione. (Not that was unusual, she seems to be the only topic of my dreams.) The 2 bottles of Firewhiskey I downed last night probably had a good amount to do with it also. I smiled when I thought back to what the dream was about. The first time we made love. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch. All I could see in my minds eye washer mounds of toffee colored ringlets and full pouty lips. Just as I was starting to enjoy the vision, I felt an arm move across my waist.

I rolled over and my gorgeous vision changed. The toffee ringlets morphed into straight lanky blonde, and the pouty full lips turned pencil thin.

With a shudder I got up and marched to the shower.

"I'm never drinking again," I muttered.

It was a sorry way to try and forget about the heartache (and by way I mean drinking). I was never much of a drinker but the firewhiskey sure had a way to dull the pain in my heart. The girls were never up to my standards either, but since Hermione, my standards have been pretty lax. What can I say? I'm a guy with needs, but none of them compare to my Hermione.

You mean Ron's Hermione said the nasty voice in my head. She is his now.

"Shut up," I growled.

I took as long as possible in the shower to clean off the dirtiness I felt about me from last night. I toweled off and peeked my head out of the bathroom door. She was gone. Thank God. Saves me from making a bold faced lie of a speech about how even though we shared something special ( I cringed inwardly at the word), there would never be a second time.

I had just finished getting dressed when I heard the woosh of my fireplace. I turned around to see Potter's head bobbing in the fireplace.

"Malfoy! About time you got a decent set of clothes. I thought you would never stoop down to my level in the clothing department," Harry Grinned.

"Sod off Potter," I yawned. "It's 9 at night, so why is your head in my fireplace?"

"well, erm, actually I have a favor to ask."

"And what's that," I asked cooly.

"Well, you see, Ron has gotten it in his head that Hermione might be falling out with him," (my heart literally sung at these words and I couldn't help but feel happy.)

Trying to fight a grin, I asked, "Well what does that have to do with me?"

"Well I was hoping you would meet us at The Three broomsticks and have a butterbeer and try and talk some sense into him."

"Sense? Since when has weasley ever had sense?"

"Just get off you're high horse and come help me get him to realize that Hermione loves him, would ya," Potter said. He sounded kinda irritated actually.

"Fine, see you in a half hour."

With a 'pop' potter's head disappeared from my fireplace and I was free to finally sag against the wall and moan.

I dream about the only woman I've ever loved, Still do said the voice. And now I have to go and convince Weasley that she loves him. He should feel lucky enough that she married him, I thought enviously.

Well I guess after last night I am still in need of more punishment, so with a heavy heart Draco apparated with a loud POP.