Chapter 18 Worse for Wear
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"He who never made a mistake, never made a discovery."
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Hermione woke up in an unfamiliar bed lacking the warmth she usually woke up to. She sat up and every that had happened the day before rushed back. She bit her lip to keep back the tears and gasped when she tasted the cool, metallic flavor of blood. She crept quietly out of bed so she wouldn't wake the other snoring girls and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her. It was smaller and less grand than the bathroom she had grown accustomed to but it would suit her needs just fine. She ran the tap and washed the blood out of her mouth. She sighed and looked in the mirror.
Her hair was an absolute disaster, no surprise, and looked like something was trying to nest on her head. Her face was still red and tear-streaked from the last night and her eyes and cheeks looked slightly puffy. She ran the shower and stripped her clothes off. She caught her reflection again. Her stomach wasn't really showing, yet, but she noticed the difference. Her once slender form had the smallest bulge in her gut. She smiled and rubbed the bulge affectionately. In seven months the bulge would be a baby.
She stepped into the shower and tried to scrub off all the hurt feelings, bad emotions, and ghastly thoughts she was having. She didn't want to physically harm Draco...much. She just wanted to make sure was never able to have children again. Between Draco and Ron, Hermione didn't think she would ever even look twice at another man in that way. She turned off the scalding water and dried herself off.
"Bollocks," She swore when she realized she didn't have any robes to wear and her school robes were still in her room. 'I have to go get them.' The thought portrayed the perfect example of Gryffindor bravery and stupidity in one, 'But I'm not a Gryffindor anymore, I'm a Slytherin.'
She was still muttering to herself about the unfairness of it all when a sleeping looking Ginny barged in. Hermione rolled her eyes and closed the door again.
"Good morning," Ginny yawned from the toilet.
"Wha 'so good 'bout it?" Ginny Weasley, like her brothers, was not a morning person.
"Nothing, I'll agree with you there." Ginny just nodded and washed her hands.
"You're usually so chipper, what's got your knickers (A/N: I love that word) in a twist?" Ginny turned to her friend and looked her straight in the eye so she could tell if she was lying or not.
"I have to go get my clothes from Draco's rooms."
"Oh!" Ginny's eyes went wide, "I was supposed to tell you that Harry and I talked to your loving and faithful husband," Hermione snorted, "last night at dinner. He was drunk and slurring something awful but he's under the impression Pansy jumped him and eh kicked her out."
"What? How can you be sure? I mean, he was trashed."
"Yes, but they say people can't help but tell the truth when they're drunk. Even veritiserum has an alcoholic base."
Hermione nodded accepting that answer, "What else did he say?"
"Well, he didn't say anything but Harry and I think Pansy may have tricked him somehow." Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny frown in obvious disapproval, "This is your marriage, you know."
"Fine, I'll go pick up my clothes and speak with him."
"Good, so, what about the baby? I heard the announcement and everything but I've never had a pregnant friend before. What's it like?" Hermione proceeded to tell her the horrors of morning sickness, hormones, weight gain, and mood swings. She told her just enough to ensure that Ginny would think twice about shagging anyone.
Hermione changed back into her muggle clothes from the day before and walked as slowly as possible to her...Draco's rooms. She muttered the password and stepped inside rolling her eyes and feeling her temper returning at what she saw. Empty bottles looked like they had been thrown against the wall leaving the shattered remains all over the floor. The room smelled badly of alcohol and there were papers tossed haphazardly across the desk. Upon further investigation, she found his very badly done transfiguration homework among the pile along with various other assignments all stained with an unknown substance.
Walking into the bedroom, she found more bottles and Draco passed out on the bed nursing a firewhiskey in his hand that was only a quarter full. Hermione grabbed her robes and turned to leave. She froze just outside the door and decided to have a little fun. She cast a silencing charm in all the room and opened the front door ready to leave immediately. She whispered one more spell then ran out of the room slamming the door behind as to not arouse suspicion. She smirked and walked back to Ginny's room. The rest of the girls had already gone to breakfast leaving Ginny alone in the room struggling with her tie.
"Why do you look so smug?" Ginny asked noticing Hermione's more cheerful appearance.
"Oh nothing, I just probably caused Draco the worst hang over of his life."
Ginny faced her with a huge smile, "What did you do?"
"I cast a spell that makes continual loud noise of every variety until the spell caster removes it." Hermione smiled again.
"Oi, that should be real fun with the pounding headache he's already bound to have. He was already in pleasant daze at dinner and I imagine he drank some more when he got back to his rooms."
"Yeah, there bottles everywhere. I hopes he enjoys his new alarm clock, though." Hermione giggled with Ginny. Five minutes later, Hermione was heading down to the dungeons and Ginny to breakfast. Technically, they still had half an hour left to eat but Hermione wanted to make sure Severus was feeling better. When she walked into his classroom he was marking papers. His usual scowl was in place and he looked up when she walked in without knocking. He face softened when he realized who it was and even went so far as to give her a small grin.
"Hello." His deep voice was still a bit shaky but he seemed better.
"How are you?"
"Fine, that happens all the time." Hermione nodded in understanding. There was a loud knock and Severus straightened up his scowl back.
"Enter!" He barked back in evil teacher mode. Draco stumbled in looking worse for wear. He blushed a bit when he noticed Hermione but didn't say anything.
"I was wondering if you had any Hangover Relief Potion, sir." Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth to keep the laughter in. Severus looked at her strangely.
"Pray tell, what is so funny?"
"Well, I was just wondering if Mr. Malfoy woke up well this morning." She burst out laughing with tears streaming down her face.
Draco glared at her, "That was you," she nodded unable to speak, "can you make the bloody thing stop."
Severus looked at Hermione. She leaned over and whispered the name of the spell to him. His lip quirked slightly and he turned back to Draco. "While, I do not condone students drinking, I believe you have suffered enough torture for one morning."
A few minutes later found Hermione and Draco standing awkwardly outside the Potion's classroom. Draco looked relieved after receiving his potion and decided to try and smooth things out, "Can I talk to you-after classes today?"
"Ginny said I should so, I'll meet you in the library at half past four. Don't be late or I won't talk." Hermione swept off towards Arithmancy leaving Draco staring pensively after her.
Worse for wear just means really bad. I like to think of it as another way to say what the cat dragged in.
A/N: Hoped you liked the new chapter. Don't worry, they will talk more in the next chapter and maybe get this mess sorted out. I'm not sure if I want Hermione to hold a grudge against him of not. Tell me what you think, por favor. Chao!
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"He who never made a mistake, never made a discovery."
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Hermione woke up in an unfamiliar bed lacking the warmth she usually woke up to. She sat up and every that had happened the day before rushed back. She bit her lip to keep back the tears and gasped when she tasted the cool, metallic flavor of blood. She crept quietly out of bed so she wouldn't wake the other snoring girls and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her. It was smaller and less grand than the bathroom she had grown accustomed to but it would suit her needs just fine. She ran the tap and washed the blood out of her mouth. She sighed and looked in the mirror.
Her hair was an absolute disaster, no surprise, and looked like something was trying to nest on her head. Her face was still red and tear-streaked from the last night and her eyes and cheeks looked slightly puffy. She ran the shower and stripped her clothes off. She caught her reflection again. Her stomach wasn't really showing, yet, but she noticed the difference. Her once slender form had the smallest bulge in her gut. She smiled and rubbed the bulge affectionately. In seven months the bulge would be a baby.
She stepped into the shower and tried to scrub off all the hurt feelings, bad emotions, and ghastly thoughts she was having. She didn't want to physically harm Draco...much. She just wanted to make sure was never able to have children again. Between Draco and Ron, Hermione didn't think she would ever even look twice at another man in that way. She turned off the scalding water and dried herself off.
"Bollocks," She swore when she realized she didn't have any robes to wear and her school robes were still in her room. 'I have to go get them.' The thought portrayed the perfect example of Gryffindor bravery and stupidity in one, 'But I'm not a Gryffindor anymore, I'm a Slytherin.'
She was still muttering to herself about the unfairness of it all when a sleeping looking Ginny barged in. Hermione rolled her eyes and closed the door again.
"Good morning," Ginny yawned from the toilet.
"Wha 'so good 'bout it?" Ginny Weasley, like her brothers, was not a morning person.
"Nothing, I'll agree with you there." Ginny just nodded and washed her hands.
"You're usually so chipper, what's got your knickers (A/N: I love that word) in a twist?" Ginny turned to her friend and looked her straight in the eye so she could tell if she was lying or not.
"I have to go get my clothes from Draco's rooms."
"Oh!" Ginny's eyes went wide, "I was supposed to tell you that Harry and I talked to your loving and faithful husband," Hermione snorted, "last night at dinner. He was drunk and slurring something awful but he's under the impression Pansy jumped him and eh kicked her out."
"What? How can you be sure? I mean, he was trashed."
"Yes, but they say people can't help but tell the truth when they're drunk. Even veritiserum has an alcoholic base."
Hermione nodded accepting that answer, "What else did he say?"
"Well, he didn't say anything but Harry and I think Pansy may have tricked him somehow." Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny frown in obvious disapproval, "This is your marriage, you know."
"Fine, I'll go pick up my clothes and speak with him."
"Good, so, what about the baby? I heard the announcement and everything but I've never had a pregnant friend before. What's it like?" Hermione proceeded to tell her the horrors of morning sickness, hormones, weight gain, and mood swings. She told her just enough to ensure that Ginny would think twice about shagging anyone.
Hermione changed back into her muggle clothes from the day before and walked as slowly as possible to her...Draco's rooms. She muttered the password and stepped inside rolling her eyes and feeling her temper returning at what she saw. Empty bottles looked like they had been thrown against the wall leaving the shattered remains all over the floor. The room smelled badly of alcohol and there were papers tossed haphazardly across the desk. Upon further investigation, she found his very badly done transfiguration homework among the pile along with various other assignments all stained with an unknown substance.
Walking into the bedroom, she found more bottles and Draco passed out on the bed nursing a firewhiskey in his hand that was only a quarter full. Hermione grabbed her robes and turned to leave. She froze just outside the door and decided to have a little fun. She cast a silencing charm in all the room and opened the front door ready to leave immediately. She whispered one more spell then ran out of the room slamming the door behind as to not arouse suspicion. She smirked and walked back to Ginny's room. The rest of the girls had already gone to breakfast leaving Ginny alone in the room struggling with her tie.
"Why do you look so smug?" Ginny asked noticing Hermione's more cheerful appearance.
"Oh nothing, I just probably caused Draco the worst hang over of his life."
Ginny faced her with a huge smile, "What did you do?"
"I cast a spell that makes continual loud noise of every variety until the spell caster removes it." Hermione smiled again.
"Oi, that should be real fun with the pounding headache he's already bound to have. He was already in pleasant daze at dinner and I imagine he drank some more when he got back to his rooms."
"Yeah, there bottles everywhere. I hopes he enjoys his new alarm clock, though." Hermione giggled with Ginny. Five minutes later, Hermione was heading down to the dungeons and Ginny to breakfast. Technically, they still had half an hour left to eat but Hermione wanted to make sure Severus was feeling better. When she walked into his classroom he was marking papers. His usual scowl was in place and he looked up when she walked in without knocking. He face softened when he realized who it was and even went so far as to give her a small grin.
"Hello." His deep voice was still a bit shaky but he seemed better.
"How are you?"
"Fine, that happens all the time." Hermione nodded in understanding. There was a loud knock and Severus straightened up his scowl back.
"Enter!" He barked back in evil teacher mode. Draco stumbled in looking worse for wear. He blushed a bit when he noticed Hermione but didn't say anything.
"I was wondering if you had any Hangover Relief Potion, sir." Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth to keep the laughter in. Severus looked at her strangely.
"Pray tell, what is so funny?"
"Well, I was just wondering if Mr. Malfoy woke up well this morning." She burst out laughing with tears streaming down her face.
Draco glared at her, "That was you," she nodded unable to speak, "can you make the bloody thing stop."
Severus looked at Hermione. She leaned over and whispered the name of the spell to him. His lip quirked slightly and he turned back to Draco. "While, I do not condone students drinking, I believe you have suffered enough torture for one morning."
A few minutes later found Hermione and Draco standing awkwardly outside the Potion's classroom. Draco looked relieved after receiving his potion and decided to try and smooth things out, "Can I talk to you-after classes today?"
"Ginny said I should so, I'll meet you in the library at half past four. Don't be late or I won't talk." Hermione swept off towards Arithmancy leaving Draco staring pensively after her.
Worse for wear just means really bad. I like to think of it as another way to say what the cat dragged in.
A/N: Hoped you liked the new chapter. Don't worry, they will talk more in the next chapter and maybe get this mess sorted out. I'm not sure if I want Hermione to hold a grudge against him of not. Tell me what you think, por favor. Chao!