A/n: Sorry this took so long! I've been busy, and really I didn't know how to go about this chapter. I'm not satisfied with it, but at least it's something. Thanks to my beta JDeppIsMyLovely! **Not yet edited!
Requested by: 23Nelly
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A Willow Deeply Scarred, Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream (Washed-Out Dream)
They Follow The Pattern Of The Wind, Ya' See
Cause They Got No Place To Be That's Why I'm Starting With
Me (Starting With Me!) I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror, (Oh Yeah!)
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways (Better Change!)
No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself And Then Make The Change
You Gotta Get It Right, While You Got The Time 'Cause When You Close Your Heart
You Can't Close Your . . .Your Mind!
With That Man In The Mirror (Man In The Mirror, Oh Yeah!)
That Man, That Man, That Man
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways (Better Change!)
3 Weeks Later:
He was sitting at a table consisting of Blaise, Theo, Weasley, Potter and several other Gryffindor's he would rather be ignoring. Zabini had drug him here, simply because his girlfriend thought he should really try relating to all of the other people in the wedding, and now they were seated at a popular strip joint in Vegas.
He hoped the women on stage would distract him from this strange predicament, and the swirl of thoughts in his mind. He had been thinking about Granger constantly since their last encounter, and that was deeply disturbing. Just this winter he had hated the girl for everything she was worth! Now some provocative movements under a table had made his mind flip and consider the luscious body Granger might have? Completely insane! Those emotions were polar opposites and should remain that way, instead of being pushed towards each other. How did she go from hating his guts to flirting?
I'll never understand women.
The show begins and he hears the screams around him, but doesn't even process what's going on. His mind is a whirlwind now, thinking about her petite foot rubbing sensually against his calf. He couldn't quite think why that simple action had caught his interest so much. Maybe it was simple because it was the prude Granger, whom he had thought knew nothing about getting laid.
I was apparently wrong.
The woman in the middle was now dancing provocatively, her two friends on the side. she was tearing her top off, but Malfoy couldn't even enjoy it, and it was beginning to really annoy him. He loved women like that for fuck's sake!
Yet he was still focused on the one girl who could go to a bar in flats. The girl who had dyed her trademark hair black, and although it had popped with her eyes, he hated it. That wasn't Granger; it was some poser he didn't really like.
So what had changed anyways? Since when did he fantasize about the Gryffindor Princess? Much less, when did he help her? The first night they had met up again, he had done the right thing and left her in the situation, or so he had thought. His past actions had come back to haunt him and that guilt was making him perhaps mental.
The outcome was not what he had expected to happen to that old man- well, okay, it was, but that didn't mean he didn't feel a bit guilty. Granger had wanted them to remain and yet he and turned his back and decided to walk away, like he always did. Now Granger had been upset for a reason when he last saw her, and he couldn't quite blame her. The bloody girl was tenderhearted.
As far as his feelings went concerning the girl, he had no idea what they were yet. Did he hate her, lust after her? Maybe he had a combination of both going on inside! Whatever it was, it was all messing with his head and upsetting his mind.
Some of the women had come off the stage, and were sitting down with those who paid. Theo beside him paid for one of the girls, and Draco found himself leaving the club then, much to everyone's astonishment. He just couldn't do it; his head was elsewhere.
He stepped into the cooler outside world, leaning on the building's wall. Potter's wedding was next week, and celebrating here was supposed to be getting him laid. But, it didn't appear that would be happening, now that the Mudblood had taken over every thought.
But is she really Mudblood anymore? Or just Granger?
His head hurt.
Hermione had to smile a bit. Ginny was enjoying herself far too much at this place, and was eagerly talking to Daphne, Pansy and Astoria as they looked at the men before them, right up on stage. She wanted to roll her eyes as well. It was cliché, and she really couldn't believe they had come to Vegas, all the way to America of all places, for this. The men were off doing the exact same thing, and she was beginning to wonder what kind of relationship that would go into. Hopefully, Pansy and Harry would not partake in events like this again.
If they would like their marriage to work.
She had watched the show herself for a while before pulling out a book. The atmosphere was hot, simply because of where they were, and although this situation was not common for the bookworm, she wasn't uncomfortable. Everyone in the building was enjoying themselves, so why should she feel bad? It's not like she was in a relationship, and it's not like she had never seen the male body before. But seeing a bunch of overly tan, overdone men parading around really didn't make her hot. She opened the novel and began reading, letting the group she had come with enjoy themselves.
Although she was reading her mind kept drifting back to her last encounter with a certain blond who was also in town, and the tension she had felt when near him; completely sexual.
She shrugged, reaching her hand up to fix his tie, which lay crooked around his neck from his sleep. "Nothing," she replied, something etching into her voice. "Just dress nice tonight Malfoy, we're going out someplace rather fancy from what I hear," she breathed, finishing her work on his tie and stepping back.
He looked into her eyes. They were dark.
"Yes, I certainly will Granger" he replied as she turned away. He found his eyes drifting towards her arse as she headed for the door. What the hell Draco?
"See you tonight then Malfoy," she called back to him, glancing over her shoulder for a moment before she shut the door with a soft click, Blaise's key tucked into her pocket.
The entire point of getting close to Malfoy wasn't so that she would fall for him herself, but so that she could show him what it felt like to all those girls he used once. She wanted him to understand that those girls had feelings, and falling for someone only to be pushed away was painful.
Why was it so important to her? At first, it had been to simply prove that point, but now there were too many reasons clouding her vision. She feared that she maybe attracted to the handsome man to some extent, and that would explain the chaste kiss she had pressed to his lips right before she left Japan almost a month ago.
Without thinking, she leaned up and brushed her lips against his, feeling the jolt of electricity run between them before he moved back slightly in surprise.
"Granger-"
"Sorry," she replied, cutting him off. "I must be batty."
That was probably her biggest mistake! Here she was, trying to hurt him and make him see, and she was being seduced by his looks like any other girl. It was so stupid, don't you think?
She wanted him to change his ways. She wanted him to feel bad about that old man from the alley back in December, the way he used women, everything. Draco Malfoy was everything except caring; she knew that the moment he left her alone that cold winter night. She had to follow, for her own safety. It was bitter cold outside then, and Malfoy had provided a dim bit of warmth against the cold. She had left him there, and she could never take that back.
She sighed. This was not what she was supposed to be thinking about! Damn it Malfoy, and all the confusing emotions that surface with you! She shut the book and shoved it into her back, catching the eye of her ginger friend.
"What's wrong," she said over the music, sitting beside the now raven-haired girl. Ginny had to admit, the hair was a shocker. She had yet to decide if she loved or hated it.
Hermione waved her hand. "Nothing, just thinking."
"Is this about ferret-boy again," she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. The blond had been a large subject for conversation between the pair since leaving Tokyo. The girl had a sneaking suspicion that her bookworm friend may hold a crush for the Slytherin heartthrob, which just wasn't good.
The girl frowned. "Can we not talk about him?"
"So it is about him!" She grinned widely. "Now what is it about Hermione? Is being in the same city with him causing butterflies to surface?" She giggled.
The dark haired woman rolled her eyes and slapped the 22-year old lightly on the arm. "Hardly! It just reminds me of things from the past."
"Ah yes, that again. Well, I am dating Blaise...just say the word and I can set the two of you up." Weasley was still grinning.
"Oh, shut up," she mumbled, not sure what she wanted to say to that. Did she even want to see Malfoy again, or simply pretend he wasn't around and ignore his presence until after the wedding? If she managed that, they would probably not cross paths again, at least not for a good while. "I don't need you help setting me up with anyone. The last person I want is that git Malfoy! Besides, Harry would have a complete fit, not to mention your brother."
She waved her hand. "Boys are obnoxious Hermione. They overreact to simple things like...dating enemies. Ignore what they would say. And anyways, dating Malfoy might get you out of this funk you have been in forever. What's gotten into you anyways?"
The girl shrugged. "I've had a lot to think about lately."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's a horrible excuse. Come on Hermione; what is it?"
The girl sighed. "I think I need some air," she said eventually, after a moments pause. She gave the ginger a strained smile. "Go back and enjoy yourself. I'll just be a few minutes." She grabbed her bag and stood, walking out of the club as her friend rolled her pretty eyes, turning back to watch the show again.
Granger was grateful to find the air outside a bit more refreshing then the sweaty heat inside. Nevada was hot, but at least there was a semi-breeze blowing through. It was almost ten at night, and she found the streets to still be stunningly packed. This was nothing like England, where the crowds thinned around this time, or Japan when everything had to die down at some point. Vegas seemed to be alive all the time, if she had picked up on anything since arriving two days before. At least this time they would be in the city longer then a weekend; the bachelor and bachelorette parties were going to last another three days, practically a week, before they returned to London for a few days to get their lives in order. Then, it was off to Italy for the wedding.
It would be a very packed two weeks before life became normal again. She wasn't actually in the wedding, but she would be a guest for her best friend, and hopefully find a date before she ended up going alone. Ron had already asked Lavender, who agreed only if he would pay her attention this time. Hermione hoped he did for his own sake.
She leaned against the building, watching people pass by. Children were inside now, and no one under 21 appeared to be out. There were still people handing out colorful paper on the streets, lights everywhere since they were in the strip, and the noise level was obnoxious. She wondered how Vegas people ever got enough sleep to work. The city was simply to lively for her taste. She needed quiet every now and then.
She remained outside for another twenty minutes before she simply decided to go to her hotel a block down. She pulled out the muggle phone and sent Ginny a text message, thankful the Pureblood had finally discovered the wonders of this technology. It made it so much easier to contact her. After sending the message, she walked down the block, ignoring every strange person she passed.
Vegas is one of the strangest places I have ever visited.
At least it was interesting. The needle stood nearly, and Hermione gulped at the sheer height of Vegas' tallest building. Why would anyone want to venture up there?
She was nearly to the hotel when she bumped into a tall figure.
Ginny met up with Blaise not long after receiving Hermione's message. The couple decided they wanted to return to their shared room together that night, to spend some time together before they passed out from exhaustion of the day.
Her head was rested against his shoulder as they walked, marveling at everything the Americans had to offer. There were so many unique places here! I mean really, where else do you see a pyramid and the Eiffel Tower in the same place? Quite a place indeed.
"So how was your night," she asked pleasantly as they walked.
"Great," he replied, smirking. "Malfoy walked out rather early though, which is pretty strange for him.
She shrugged. "Malfoy and Hermione have been acting strange from what I hear since Tokyo. Let them work out whatever problem there is themselves."
He chuckled. "I think it's all the built up tension. One of them as to crack."
"You would think that," Ginny replied, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow. "That could be the reason, but I think it's something besides...whatever you mean."
He smirked. "Why do you think that?"
"Well, Hermione keeps mentioning some old man that Malfoy seemingly met, but I have no idea what it means, because she never elaborates."
"Well, then you shouldn't worry about it," he replied, pulling her in for a kiss. "And you should come back to my hotel."
"I thought-"
"Shh," he replied, his eyes dark as he pulled her in for a second kiss. "Pansy and Potter aren't supposed to see each other. That doesn't mean the rest of us can't."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, smiling now. "Then lead the way."
Hermione took a step back from the tall blond she had crashed into. She couldn't decide if she was relieved or not that it was Draco, and not a stranger.
"Granger," he said, eyebrow raised, "having a problem watching where you're going?"
She frowned. "I doubt I would have run into you if you were walking on one side of the path instead of the middle. What do you expect?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I was hoping to not be hit."
"Well, I'm going to say that has failed, don't you think?"
He scowled. "You have to be straight to the point, don't you," he drawled, gently grabbing her arm to move them out of the way of the still busy crowd. They leaned against the nearest wall, watching people pass them by.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Harry and everyone," she asked, tilting her head. She had heard rumors that Draco would be coming with everyone to Vegas, but hadn't really believed it. I mean really, why would Malfoy come and hang out with the Gryffindor's if he didn't like the groom?
He shrugged. "I got bored," he said, keeping the explanation short.
Her eyebrows shot up, the brown contrasting with her still black hair, although it was fading. "You, got bored...at a club...in Vegas," she asked slowly, obviously not believing what he had said. "Are you feeling ill then?"
He scowled again. "No! Can't you simply believe that I am not interested?"
"You? Never. That's simply too much of a change."
She couldn't believe what she was being told. She had been hoping the boy would realize women were more then objects, and here he was telling her he wasn't interested in watching strippers. What was the world coming to? Getting him to think differently, so suddenly, is just too easy, He must be feeling off tonight.
But, she could always use that to her advantage.
"Are you not interested then," she asked, standing on her toes to look into his eyes. They narrowed at this, and she suppressed a grin at his confusion.
"Not tonight," he said evenly.
"I see," she replied, breathing on his face a bit.
There was a short pause in the conversation between them. "Where are you staying Granger?"
"Just around the corner."
He nodded. "I'll walk you there."
Draco awoke with a bit of a handover the next morning. Obviously, downing a bunch of drinks after dropping off Granger had done him little good. He stood and stretched, shuffling through his bag to find one of the potions he had specifically brought for this issue.
After eating a bit of breakfast, he got ready for the day. A part of him wanted to go see the Gryffindor, but another part of him screamed that it was a bad idea. Something about her was different from all the other girls, but he wasn't ready to contemplate what just yet.
Eventually, the desire for her company won out and he made his way back to the hotel she was staying at, hoping she was there. He also hoped Pansy wasn't, since she wasn't supposed to know where they were. Neither the bride nor groom had been told where their parties would be, which just made this plan a bit easier.
He knocked twice on her door quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets. It was later in the day then he had thought; practically one in the afternoon. A hurrying Hermione answered the door, sliding down a plain shirt the rest of the way. She paused in her actions when she saw who it was, obviously having expected someone else.
"Oh Malfoy," she said quickly, eyes wide. "I didn't know you would be stopping by!"
He rolled his eyes. "Relax Granger, it's just a bit of stomach."
She frowned. "I'm aware Malfoy. What are you doing here?"
The blond leaned back against the wall behind him. "I came to see if you are free to spend some time with me, but you apparently have other plans for the day." He shrugged and turned to leave.
"Wait," she called, and he turned back. Why does he want to spend time with me? "I was just going out with the girls; I'm sure Blaise has informed you of all the plans for the bride and groom by now. Really, I'm not interested in a tattoo, so if you would like to go do something, just say."
He cocked an eyebrow. Now this was interesting. "Sure Granger; let your friends know first, before they begin wondering why I stole you."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "No worries Malfoy, that won't happen."
"Of course not."
They ended up in a cafe, talking over things they had been doing. Draco didn't know if this was their way of relating, through meaningless tasks and past encounters that kept whatever they had alive, or because they actually wanted to see each other. He was nearly certain that Hermione didn't know either.
They talked for a while again, using the afternoon to distract themselves from important topics until he couldn't take it anymore. Leaning forwards on his elbows, he met her eyes, drawing the newspaper clipping from his pocket.
"Why did you give me that," he spat, their pleasant conversation souring.
She frowned, looking deeply into his eyes. "To make you think Malfoy. He died because you didn't wait around to help me save his life."
He scoffed. "Need I remind you Granger, you got up and left rather quickly after me. Don't blame me for not remaining if you couldn't yourself."
Her eyes flashed, and they both knew the pleasant visit was over. Standing, she placed her hands on her hips. "I had to leave because I would freeze without you blocking the wind, and my words weren't doing anything! I couldn't drag him away; I don't have the physical strength. My teeth were chattering too much thanks to you to cast a spell correctly, so I just had to give up! You could have remained another minute or two! he might still be alive!"
"Granger," he said, placing a hand on his head, "stop. You can't blame this on me anymore then on yourself. He died, but it's not our fault. He decided to stay out there."
"And we could've saved him," she cried, taking a step away, "but we didn't."
He groaned. So this was Granger's problem. Her quilt, her bloody kind heart, or something about her kept her from accepting that there was nothing to be done. She was angry with him for not helping the man, because she couldn't help him either.
"Granger," he said after a moment, stepping forwards to rest a hand on her chin. He used it to get her to look at him. "It's over. Stop dwelling on what you can't fix. He's gone, but that doesn't mean you need to feel bad. He sealed his fate from the moment he decided to stay out there looking for a dead woman."
"That makes it worse," she snapped, pulling away. "He wasn't well to begin with! and both of us walked off!"
"Because there was nothing to be done," he replied, eyes dark. She was really going to push this topic?
She shook her head. "That's your problem Malfoy; you don't feel guilt. I told you to look in the mirror, but obviously that isn't doing any good-"
"-what does that even mean?"
"It means," Hermione said, eyes large, "that you will never change until you except yourself, and want to change. You'll never be a better person unless you try."
"I like to think I'm a wonderful person." He stood as well and threw some money onto the table they had been sharing. "In fact, I like to think I'm better then I used to be."
"You like to think, or you are better then what you used to be? It's a big difference Malfoy, and it doesn't have to be as serious as saving someone's life or not either. Using women as objects is just as bad."
"I don't hurt them," he snapped, glancing around. At least their argument had been done in hushed tones, and no one was paying any attention. He whispered a spell, and Hermione watched as a thin bubble appeared around them, invisible to anyone outside. Now, they could yell all they wanted and no one would hear. "My treatment is no worse then yours to men Granger! You've dated maybe three men in your life? One was that Weasley idiot that you didn't even feel anything for-hey, don't deny it! Another was that Krum guy a few years back; I know because there was an annoying article in every paper about it for weeks until you broke up. The third a muggle; and you dated him out of pity. I may not treat women right Granger, but I don't play with their emotions either. If I don't love them then they know that before anything goes further. I refuse to have to emotional baggage."
Her eyes were livid. "We're not talking about me! And I don't use men Malfoy, I just haven't found one that does anything for me. You, obviously, cannot understand that."
He rolled his silver orbs. "Of course I understand that. If I had found someone, do you really think I would be messing with every women I think had a nice rack?" She didn't answer, so he continued. "Now, we weren't talking about relationships and why we do the things we do, so will you kindly drop this argument?"
Malfoy will not be the voice of reason here! "Fine," she snapped, grabbing her bag, "but don't expect me to be happy after this little conversation. I can't believe I came out here with you! I knew you would ruin this day for me!" She turned and stomped out of the building.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and got up to chase after her, intent on making something clear before they parted ways for the day. She was walking outside, and he easily caught up to her and spun her around. "Look Granger, I may have my flaws, and I may need to change my ways, but so do you. You're so convinced that you are the only one with flaws that you won't even notice your own as well."
She opened and closed her mouth, suddenly at a loss of words. Without saying anything else, she took a slip of paper and shoved it into his hand, turning and leaving without a word.
He glared. More of this nonsense? Looking down he raised an eyebrow. A multitude of numbers lay in his hand, and he could only assume it was her muggle phone number.
Later, her phone rang. She didn't know the number, and found it interesting that her phone was ringing at nearly ten at night. She had gone out for drinks that night, and now decided to reside in her room, happily buzzed.
"Hello?"
"Granger," the gruff voice said, and she recognized it to be Malfoy. "Are you busy?"
She frowned. "Not at this particular moment. Why?"
"I need something to do. May I come over?"
She considered saying no, seeing that they had had a rather large argument earlier that day, but decided she could use some company. "Sure."
"Great, I'll be up in a moment." The phone clicked off.
Up? True to his word, the door sounded a few minutes later and she opened it up, letting him in. Now she was clad in a pair of pajama bottoms and the same shirt, looking rather comfortable compared to the outfit he still had on from earlier, expensive trousers and all.
"So what do I owe this visit," she asked, sitting back on her bed.
He shrugged, and pulled something out of his pocket. Waving his wand, he enlarged the item and handed it to her. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the mirror in her hands. "And what's this for?"
"So you can work on your own flaws." He sat down in the desk chair opposite her and stared out the window. "I still don't understand that stupid statement of yours, but I thought you should give it a try to."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, that sounds like you."
They were quiet for a while, until Hermione leaned forwards and grabbed his hand. His head shot up and he met her eyes questionably. The girl shrugged. "Thanks, for at least attempting to understand what I've been trying to tell you."
He shrugged as well. "I may as well. You are the only one who has ever bothered to try and change me for something good."
Hermione smiled then. She leaned forwards and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him. The blond awkwardly wrapped his own around her as well, patting her back. He would never have thought in a million years that he would be hugging Granger like this.
She pulled back but didn't lean away, and continued to lean over him. His eyes were a bit dark now, and she smiled down at him. Those strange emotions concerning the handsome man swam through her chest again, but she tried to ignore them. He would just think she is bloody crazy or something.
Why were all of her emotions lately telling her that kissing Malfoy would be hot and cruel? Cruel, because she could always use it against him in her plan to change him. But would she?
They were still close, inches apart, and he was giving her a strange look. Is she comfortable like that or something?
His blond eyebrows drew together, and she pursed her lips. The expression was cute on him. Bloody hell Hermione, lean away lean away! But she didn't, and went against every logical thought in her head, and leaned forwards tentively to press her lips to his like she had done before.
This time, he couldn't pull back in surprise. His head was back against the chair, and he had no urge to break this kiss. Whatever was running through the Gryffindors mind, he would go with, for now. After all, her lips were quite soft.
He slid his tongue across her lips and felt her gasp, opening her mouth for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth, relishing the feel of hers against his. He shoved her arms away, causing her to fall directly onto his lap, which was just fine with him. His arms wrapped around her body, and the kiss heated up, her hands slowly moving to run over his chest, outside of his shirt.
Hermione should've stopped him when his skilled fingers started pulling on her nipples through her shirt, hardening the little peaks, but she didn't. She moaned into his mouth instead, forgetting that this was Malfoy, whom she had been bothering under a table less then a month before. Malfoy, who she was supposed to be mad at. Malfoy, who she still had mixed feelings for.
He smirked against her mouth as she moaned, and slipped his hands beneath her shirt, one rubbing the skin of her back, the other snaking between them to grasp her breast, concealed by a bra he couldn't see. She broke the kiss to bite his neck and that's when reality set in.
"Granger?"
"Hmm?"
"What are we doing?"
She sighed against his neck, before moving back to look at him. "We're messing around."
"To what extent?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know yet." She moved her shoulder lightly against his. "Don't look so horrified; it's not like this is new to me."
He raised an eyebrow. Due to her prudish attitude, he had always just assumed no one would want to go there. Then again, he was well on the way there if they didn't stop. Replacing his mouth on top of hers, he continued kissing her, breaking it again to tear the top over her head. She smiled down at him and he shoved the bra down and played with the hard nipples, watching her whine. Her hands had snaked under his shirt as well, and were running up and down his chest.
He continued to kiss her, unhooking the bra as he did so and pushing it from her body. She had a hold of his, and was pulling it up his body. They broke apart so she could remove the garment, and he used the opportunity to shove her backwards just a bit onto the bed. He moved to lay on top of her, but she squirmed away to lay beside him, and that's when it caught his attention. He paused completely, except his growing member.
"You're not interested in tattoos, ay Granger?"
He was looking at a magical tattoo in fact, on her lower back, of an owl that would fly around the tree that was there, before disappearing into it's home in the tree, eyes blinking out at Draco. He wondered if the bird was simply hiding from him.
She rolled back over and grinned, already sensing his puzzlement. "He doesn't like to watch you know."
Draco's lips were back on hers, and he was crushing her now under his weight.
It could be a very entertaining night.
The following day, Draco woke up quite hard. He groaned, noticing the black haired woman beside him, and his eyes got large.
Bloody hell, now her friends will try to kill me at the wedding.
He stumblrd from her bed, heading towards the bathroom. His first thought was to gather his things and get out of her room, but Granger was smart and would probably find him rather quickly. He opted to splash water on his face instead, and make sure he was right; last night he slept with Granger. And it was damn fun.
He washed his face, magically brushing his hair. He would shower when he got back to his own room, in case Granger woke up and decided to annoy him. Looking in the mirror, her words replayed.
Just look at yourself in the mirror.
I fuck her and that's what my mind focus' on? Something must be wrong with me. Walking out of the bathroom, he peered at her. She looked so content while she slept.
Half an hour later, she was still asleep, and he was getting anxious. They hadn't spoken really about anything, and he hoped there would be nothing bad brewing between them when she woke up.
Merlin, we really did screw ourselves. Now things will probably end up awkward.
Another twenty minutes passed, and he lost his courage. He did not want to face Granger if she was angry at him for last night. After all, he had been able to smell the drink on her breath. She had been at least buzzed, and if she blamed him for taking advantage of her he may as well kill himself now.
Picking up a pen, he decided to leave a note.
Granger~
You can sleep for ages. I decided to go back to my room and shower. We probably won't see each other again before Italy, since we leave later today and only spend a few days over in England. Sorry I departed so quickly, but I did blow off Theo last night; now I have to tell him something. Don't be too mad at me, it's nothing because of you.
We'll talk in Italy.
~Draco