Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. Just having some fun.
Continuation of previous drabble. Enjoy.
Morning After
Hermione stretched out her arms and came in contact with something. And that something groaned. Her body stilled.
"Oh God. What did I do last night?! I went to the bar…saw Charlie snogging Maggie…starting getting pissed…met up with Malfoy," she thought.
Blinking in the morning light, she realized with a crashing feeling that she had slept with the enemy.
"Oh bugger," she thought. She turned her head to look at a bare-chested Malfoy.
"Malfoy," she said as she nudged him in the arm.
"Nuhhh…Bloody hell," he mumbled as he struggled to open his eyes. "Granger?" he said as he finally opened his eyes.
She mentally winced, "Let the awkwardness ensue."
A/N: Sooo, yeah. Feedback is appreciated.