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Chapter 3

Hangover from Hell

Hermione's head hurt. That was the first thought of the day and it wasn't the most pleasant one she'd ever had. Her head really hurt was the second and as she blinked herself awake it got a lot worse. Sunlight painfully invaded her vision through white blinds and she winced as the sound of whistling reached her ears. Her limbs felt heavy, her stomach turned and she thought she was going to kill Ron for making such an impertinent sound at this hour. Ron. No, not Ron. Definitely not Ron. Suddenly fragmented bits of last night's events came rushing back – finding her husband in bed with another woman, roaming the streets, walking into the bar. These were all relatively clear memories; they started to get fuzzy after that. She recalled with difficulty her despair at discovering Malfoy, fighting with Malfoy, drinking with Malfoy, more drinking with Malfoy, laughing with Malfoy, crying in front of Malfoy and his face inches from hers-

"Shit." She cursed sitting bolt upright making her stomach give a turn for the worse.

Frantically she tried to recall what happened next. They hadn't actually kissed surely? No. A bell rang? Didn't it? Maybe. Her head really fucking hurt.

Rubbing her eyes she looked around her. The bed she'd spent the night in was soft and plush with Egyptian cream sheets and gold and emerald embroidery. The furniture looked old but classy, she suspected some of it was vintage and the wardrobe directly in front of her had glass doors. She almost didn't recognise herself in them. Her hair was everywhere and her she had awful bags under eyes. She looked rough to say the least.

"I really shouldn't drink…" Hermione muttered.

Feeling utterly terrible she lay back down in the bed and put her arm over forehead. That's when she noticed the shirt she was wearing. It was a mans, white and very familiar. It looked very like the one Draco had been wearing last night. Looking around the room again she noticed a trail of clothes coming from the door to the bedside leaving her only clad in her underwear and that shirt.

"Fuck!" She cursed. Maybe they had kissed? She couldn't quite remember and she was suddenly terrified. Had she done the unthinkable and slept with the enemy? Surely not. She now felt even more nauseous than she had when she woke up. The whistling from outside her bedroom roused her from her own head again. Deciding she needed to know what happened she slipped out of bed wincing and buttoned up the shirt that ended mid thigh. Slowly opening the oak door she wandered down a little corridor towards the noise and turned into a stylish looking livingroom. At the other side was a breakfast bar that separated a sleek dark tiled kitchen and in it was a shirtless Draco Malfoy frying bacon. Hermione's jaw dropped. She guessed last night he'd be fit under his clothes but she hated to admit that he was a bloody Adonis. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted without being overwhelming, from his toned pecks to his chiselled abdomen that disappeared into a pair of dark green boxers. Hermione gulped down a lump of arousal in her throat and desperately hoped she wasn't going red. He was like something out of a magazine.

"Well you look utterly terrible Granger." He said with that infuriating smirk and she felt a stab of embarrassment.

"It would seem tequila doesn't agree with me…" She mumbled shyly, now positive she was beaming bright red. To her surprise he let out what sounded like a genuine laugh. She finally had the courage to meet his gaze and found herself under scrutiny from those intense eyes. She fiddled with the shirt trying to pull it further down to cover more of her body.

"It doesn't particularly like me either but I guess I'm more used to it." He replied "Breakfast?"

Hermione shook her head unable to speak, still shuffling nervously trying to get up the courage to ask the question that was going round and round in her mind.

"I'd try to eat, I've found a bacon sandwich does wonders for a hangover, believe me Granger I've had plenty of-"

"Did we sleep together?" She blurted out suddenly and she heard him turn off the gas on the cooker. A pregnant silence grew between them and Draco walked towards her.

"You don't remember?" He said his voice low and she shook her head, biting her lip. He was only a few feet away from her and closing the distance. His scent made her head swim, she couldn't think straight.

"Nothing at all?" He added. She made herself look up at him trying not to linger on his half naked form.

"I-I remember the bar." She said in a breathless whisper. "And crying…and…well not a whole l-lot after that."

She saw a small seductive smile play on his lips as he slipped a hand round her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Well let me fill you in." He said almost in a growl and Hermione's brain seemed to stop, all she could concentrate on was his body against hers. "We came back here, both drunk and extremely horny, you practically jumped me in the doorway and I didn't complain. We had lots of hot sweaty passionate sex practically everywhere in this apartment, in my bed, in the shower even on the kitchen counter. I'm not going to lie baby, it was extraordinary or so you thought when you were screaming my name Granger." He purred into her ear and she gave an involuntary shiver as his hot breath reached her neck. All Hermione could do was stare at him, her mouth hanging open. She couldn't breathe. Part of her was repulsed and another was inexplicably turned on. It was causing a paralysing turmoil in her head. She gaped at him staring into those intense features and was absolutely convinced it was true by those smouldering eyes – that was until a wicked smile crossed his face and he began to chuckle loudly. He let go of her waist and she thought she might collapse. Her legs had gone to jelly. Draco was still laughing.

"Geez Granger, you should see your face." He said "Are you ok, you look as if you're going to have a stroke!"

She was speechless for a moment, then she was fuming.

"You fucking arsehole!" She screeched giving him a shove. "I can't believe you did that, you utter sleezbag!"

"Sorry but it was just too good an opportunity. Your face really was a picture!" He said smirking hugely "Really come on, me and you and lots of hot sweaty sex, I think we'd have to be a hell of a lot more drunk than we were last night."

"You're a pig Malfoy an absolute pig." She said shaking her head and sinking into an armchair. Her head was pounding now.

"Ouch." He said sarcastically "Even after a decade you're still so easy to wind up."

"Fuck off." She said warningly trying not to give in to the nausea sweeping over her. She reckoned she'd have cursed him if she could see straight at that moment.

"Ok, ok." He said wandering back to his bacon nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was fucking funny."

She gave him a glare from the leather chair she was sat on but despite herself smiled a little. It wasn't meant to hurt her, it was just a joke. She realised after last night he was just poking fun. Maybe if she wasn't so hungover she might have found it funny…sort of…probably not.

"So what did happen last night?" She said eventually as he continued to fry the bacon.

"Well unfortunately we didn't have sex on the kitchen counter but you did attempt a strip tease." He said with a sly smile and Hermione paled.

"What?" She said horrified "This better not be another joke Malfoy."

He chuckled. "No, well not really. We came home, both hammered and I showed you where the guest room was and that there were extra clothes you could use to sleep in in one of the drawers. You very loudly exclaimed you were free to do what ever you wanted now, including sleep naked if you so desired and began to undress right there in front of me. Being the gentleman I am I left you too it and went to bed. Taking advantage of drunk girls is not my thing Granger."

Hermione groaned. What an idiot. She put her head in her hands desperately trying not to vomit.

"I suppose you want a thank you for that." She huffed.

"Someone's a little touchy this morning…" He replied "Maybe if I had taken advantage you'd be in a better mood."

"I already feel violently ill, so could you please refrain putting those images in my head? They'll make me even more likely to vomit." She snapped and he frustratingly gave a laugh in reply. Still smiling cockily he set down a bacon sandwich in front of her.

"Here, give this a go."

"I don't think that's such a good idea…"

"Look Granger I'm a semi proffesional at this. You'll feel much better after a few muggle paracetamol but its best not to take them on an empty stomach-"

"I am a healer I do know these things Mal-"

"As I was saying." He interjected her interjection. "Best to eat first and a bacon sandwich I've found is not to hard nor too soggy on the stomach."

He glanced behind her to a grandfather clock in the corner she hadn't noticed.

"So in about half an hour, so say around nine o'clock you'll feel right as rain."

Panic hit Hermione as she looked at the time frantically.

"It's half past eight!" She exclaimed staring at the clock in disbelief.

"Surprised I can tell time?" He drolled.

"No fuck…it's not…shit!" She said standing trying not to throw up. "I'm going to be late for work and I've got a meeting and bollocks! Bollocks! Bollocks!"

Draco laughed loudly from across the room at her panic.

"Granger relax, you can floo there, my house is connected remember?" He said and relief flooded her face. "You'll make it. You can take the food in the room while you get ready."

"Oh." She said calmed "Thank you."

"Whatever." He said passively.

She nodded at him picking up the plate. The sandwich did look good.

"Oh and Granger…" He called as she was about to disappear down the corridor. "Nice choice of pyjamas."

Blushing profusely she practically ran down the corridor to get ready for work.

By the time Hermione had re-emerged from the bedroom at eight fifty, Draco had donned a dark silk robe and was halfway through the Quibler and his coffee. He noted she looked much fresher than she did twenty minutes ago. Inside he was still secretly laughing at his 'prank' earlier and at how easily he had gotten her to believe him. She really was quite gullible. But his mental gloating was broken however by the memory of her body pulled close to his and how she'd quivered as he whispered in her ear. Added to that was the fact that his newspaper couldn't erase the mental images he conjured up during his lie. He had to admit, banging granger on his kitchen counter was somewhat appealing. Draco had nearly burned the bacon when he saw her emerge from the bedroom in one of his shirts that exposed her long smooth legs from the mid thigh. Even her hair that had gone wild during the night appealed to him. It gave off that 'just fucked' look and not even the little signs of tiredness under her eyes marred her natural beauty. However all this was gone when she entered the room in her work clothes and long pony, looking shiny and new and every bit the picture of perfect Hermione Granger. He wondered as he pretended not to look up from his paper what it'd be like to tug on that pony tail duri-

"You read the Quibler?" She asked breaking him from his naughty day dream.

"Yes as a matter of fact." He quipped "Luna Lovegood may be batshit but you can find a hell of a lot more truth in here than in the Prophet."

"I'm not debating…just surprised." Hermione said with raised eyebrows.

"I'm full of surprises." He replied setting the newspaper down.

"It would seem Malfoy."

He gave her the smokiest look he could muster and directed her to the fireplace.

"It's connected directly to the main reception of St. Mungos." He said as nonchalantly as he could. On the outside he looked the picture of calm but on the inside all he could think about was how wonderful it would be to rip off that neat little black dress.

"Thank you Malfoy, for everything, if there's ever…"

He didn't hear the rest he was lost, wondering what her reaction would be if he suddenly had her up against the fireplace or naked over his kitchen table.

"Stop it Draco!" his mind warned. These idle little fantasies had gone too far. Why oh why did he almost have to kiss her last night? Why had she decided to practically get naked in front of him when they got home? And what in Merlins name made her think it was a good idea to appear in only his shirt this morning? Really what was a man supposed to do? He mentally slapped himself. He had to get a grip. This was Hermione Granger. He couldn't have sex fantasies about the female third of the golden trio. It was not healthy, end of story.

"So yeah, I really appreciate it." She finished and Draco snapped out of his reverie.

"Any time Granger." He said hesitantly hoping this was an appropriate response. "It's been a pleasure." He added with a sly smile.

Nodding shyly she stepped into the fire.

"Maybe I'll see you around." She stated but he couldn't help but sense the little flourish of hope in her voice. He presently ignored the surge of excitement that dwelled within him.

"Maybe you will." He replied and with last incomprehensible look from those hazel pools she was gone. Draco was alone and he'd never felt so empty.

The rest of his day passed predictably dull. Draco as usual went to quidditch practise that afternoon but was lazy and unfocused all because of the bookworm. There were points during his practise game where he was so engrossed by the thought of her that he wouldn't have recognised his own father flying past him never mind a golden snitch. His hangover also got worse as the day went on – another thing he blamed Granger for – and he had never been so glad to see the end of a training session. He left without much of a jovial word to his raucous colleagues who were gossiping loudly or roughhousing in the corner. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Hand bags at dawn ladies…" He thought irritably. He was not in the mood for such antics today so promptly left not taking his usual place in the hierarchy of the social chain. He returned home to his mother's owl pecking at the window and sighed as he opened the window and the tawny bird dropped a neatly folded piece of parchment in his hand.

Draco,

Do you have any plans tomorrow afternoon darling? I have some fine details to go over before your party that I'd prefer to discuss in person. Let me know as soon as you can.

Mother x

Sighing he scribbled his reply to meet her and sent the bird back on its way. He grimaced at the thought of planning a party he didn't really want. He hoped to god it wouldn't be another excuse for her to try and set him up with some woman she deemed fit to be her future daughter in law. Wandering towards his bathroom he began to undress, eager to get the Quidditch dirt off of him. As he passed his guest room he lingered a little, a delicious memory of last night filtering through his mind.

"Right Granger, you can sleep in here for the night." He said ushering the stumbling girl into the room.

"Well this is a lot nicer than I was expecting." She said with a drunken giggle.

"Thanks," Draco said sarcastically as she fell about the room "There's some spare clothes in the drawers over there you can sleep in and the en-suite is through that door."

He watched as she nodded absentmindedly fiddled with the knobs of the chest of drawers, her eyes finding trouble focusing on them to pull it open.

"Here let me." He said with a sigh and walking over to her opened it for her. He watched as she pulled out a few mismatched items of his clothing and pondered them.

"You know what?" She said suddenly "I hate pj's, I think I might just sleep naked!"

Draco blinked at her unable to believe what he was hearing.

"W-what?" He stuttered but she didn't hear him.

"I wore them every night I was married and the are just so…constricting and frumpy and…and boring and…so conventional." She babbled but Draco was barely listening as she had already started to unzip the back of her dress.

"Here." She said turning her back on him gesturing to her zip that was just out of her reach "I can't get the rest."

His hands shaking a little he did as he was told and undid the zip to her hips, getting a glorious view of her back. He felt a familiar twinge in his groin. Hermione slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let it fall about her hips. His breath hitched as he saw the most fantastic pair of breasts clad in a delicate black bra.

"I think you should put some sort of clothing on Granger..." He said with difficulty, gesturing to a few of his shirts that she'd deposited on the floor. She rolled her eyes at him and let out another drunken laugh.

"As if you've never seen boobs before Malfoy." She said and he swore he saw an almost Slytherin smirk "Besides don't pretend you're not enjoying the view."

He raised his eyebrows at her and decided he liked drunk Granger very much. She was so free, unguarded, and so brazen. As much as he hated to admit it, it was turning him on.

"I didn't say that." He said with a smirk of his own but then moved towards the doorway trying to put some distance between them and regain some control on his senses. "But I think I should be going and you should get some sleep."

His eyes locked with hers and he saw a hint of venerability creep back in. She sauntered over to him her fingers lightly skimming the fabric of the bed. She stopped only a few inches away from him, her dress still around her hips.

"You don't have to go." She said softly and it took all his restraint not to throw her onto the bed right then and there. He noticed the look of surprise as he leaned in close to her and growled in her ear.

"As much as this pains me..." He whispered "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"B-but you've been drinking t-too…it wouldn't be as if you're taking advantage." She said almost breathless.

"You're still married though." He said brushing a stray strand of hair from her face "Believe me, you'll thank me for this in the morning – if you remember. Good night Granger."

Cursing himself that her god forsaken gryffindor goodness had clearly rubbed off on him that night, he gave her one last nod and left her alone, leaving him questioning if she really would sleep naked.

Snapping back into reality he groaned. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he'd done the right thing but his libido was not thanking him. Quickly he shut the door of the guest room as if trying to hide from the very thought of her. This was not healthy. He needed to stop having these thoughts about the mudblood. Forcing himself away from the door and into his bathroom he turned the shower up to full heat and stripped. Trying and failing to ignore his twitching erection he sighed. His pent up sexual tension was too much. He let the hot water pour over him and images of chesnut curls and perfect breasts flew through his mind. His hands wandered down to his hardness and as he thought of cinnamon eyes and plump lips and decided he would wait till tomorrow to expel Hermione Granger from his mind. After all what could one day hurt?

A/n: Well there we are, loved it? Hated it? Let me know...halfway through the next chapter where the dreaded Ron will have to make an appearence, ah well had to happen sooner or later! Expect it probably Sunday. Have a good week lads! x