Gah. Where to begin? Well, for starters finals are starting this week (wish me good luck), so it may take me even longer to update then normal, but Christmas break is coming up, so I will have plenty of time to write. Yay!
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Harry Potter.
Draco POV
I gave her the coffee and she didn't waste any time flooing out of my flat. I could barely even say bye before she was shouting out Number 12 Grimold Place. I didn't waste much time either. The second she was gone, I finished my omelet, put my coffee in a travel mug, and flooed to Blaise's flat.
"Zabini!" I yelled when I got in.
"Yes?" A high, feminine and entirely not Blaise like voice answered.
I sighed in frustration, "Not you, Pansy." After Pansy realized that there really was nothing between us (a huge sigh of relief for me) she and Blaise started dating. They got married about a year ago.
She laughed at my expense, "I know. I just wanted to irritate you," She looked at my face and smirked, "It appears I have succeeded."
I rolled my eyes at her, but smirked in response, "So, where is your husband?"
"I'm right here, mate," Blaise said as he walked in, "What's wrong?"
"I was harassing him." Said Pansy, still satisfied with my irritation.
He looked skeptical, "Is that all?"
"No. I was going to come here to tell you something, but your wife distracted to me." I glared at her and she winked.
"Alright then, let's hear it." He said.
I looked at Pansy pointedly.
Blaise sighed, "Draco, you can tell her these things to, you know. It's not like she-"
"No, Blaise, it's fine. I was going to go shopping anyway," She grinned at me, "Feel free to gossip in peace."
"We are not gossip-"
"I'll see you boys later!" she kissed Blaise on the cheek and gave me a quick hug before disapperating with a loud pop.
I sighed and Blaise grinned at me, "So, what is it we are gossiping about?"
I glared, "Granger spent the night at my place last night."
He stared at me, eyes wide, jaw hanging open, "What?!"
"It's not as bad as it sounds…"
Hermione POV
"Harry! Harry where are you?!" I shouted the second I got into his house.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry rushed into the room with a toothbrush clutched in his hand.
"I need your help." I noticed that, as I said this, I sounded slightly hysteric.
"With what? What happened?" He paused and sniffed the air, "Since when do you drink coffee?"
"Since I woke up today in Draco Malfoy's house with the worst hangover ever." I rushed after I took a large gulp of the still hot drink. I felt the scalding liquid burn my throat and I used that to distract me from the look on Harrys' face.
He stared at me, "You…you're joking, right? You have got to be joking me." He said quietly. I glanced up at him and his face screamed fury.
"First things first, I need you to give me some of the ingredients for that potion that helps you remember what happened when you were drunk. I need to know what happened, because I am positive Malfoy didn't tell me what all happened."
"Do you…think he…took advan-"
"I really don't know," and there was the hysteria again, "That's why I need to brew this potion," I paused, "and drink more coffee." I added quietly.
"I'm gonna kill Malfoy."
"Well, actually, if I were you, I would kill Ron first," the resentment in my voice shocked me, "He's the reason I even went and got drunk."
"What?" He seemed genuinely surprised and I sighed.
"Have you not read the Daily Prophet recently? 'Weasley cheats on fiancé Granger with three girls a week before wedding'." I recited with malice laced in every word.
"Oh Hermione…I'm so sorry. I didn't know." He sounded sad with a mixture of a slight bit of anger towards the other third of our Golden Trio. "Alright, I'll go get the ingredients for the potion. Then we can figure what all happened."
"Thanks Harry." I sighed.
"It's the least I can do…" He walked into a closet where he kept all of his magical ingredients and he started pulling the proper things off the shelves.
I was suddenly struck by a thought, "Where's your wife?" I hadn't seen the fiery redhead here and I felt bad that I hadn't noticed earlier.
"Oh! She's with her mother. Something about arranging a family get together…I don't know. I decided not to go with them." He started to put the ingredients into his cauldron and I just gulped down more coffee.
"That sounds like it will be nice…" I murmured feeling my temper flare as I thought of the redhead who broke my heart.
We had such a nice relationship. Some would have even called us the perfect couple (after Harry and Ginny). And, I have to admit, our relationship did seem perfect…at least in the beginning. Even in Hogwarts, we had such a nice relationship, even if we were just friends. I'd like to say that if he hadn't been with Lavender during sixth year, then we would have gotten together earlier, but I have no idea. Now I really don't know. It's like a punch in the gut. When we started dating, I was overjoyed. I thought that he finally realized (as vain as it sounds) that I was the perfect girl for him. And when he proposed, I felt like everything was finally happening as it should. I felt like it was fate. Now, it felt like it was all a sick joke. Like dangling a peanut butter sandwich in front of a hungry man, handing it to him, then snatching it away right as he was about to take a bite and laughing in his face. Three times.
"Alright. It has to simmer for about ten minutes then it will be ready to drink." Harrys voice interrupted my mental turmoil.
"Thanks." I sounded strange, even to myself.
"You ok, Mione? You don't think Malfoy tried anything, do you?"
I paused at this, "No. I don't think he did," I was confused as hell by this situation. I still didn't even know why I was in Malfoy's house. I mean, this morning when I saw him, he looked almost…sympathetic? Maybe a little sad? I shook my head to clear those thoughts. This was Draco Malfoy. The boy who had tortured me for years. The childhood nemesis of my best friend. There must be something behind those sympathetic, silvery grey eyes.
"Well, now we get to find out," Harry handed me a glass of the foul smelling potion.
I toasted to him and murmured, "Bottoms up," I downed the glass.
Draco POV
"You know, if I had known she was just going to go out and get wasted after I told her about the story in the Daily Prophet, I would have called Potter or someone first. Now she's probably gonna come find you and hex you into oblivion," He mused, "Sorry, mate."
I rolled my eyes, "She almost did this morning. Thankfully I anticipated it, and I shielded myself just in time."
Blaise laughed, "Thank goodness you're a quick thinker," He stopped laughing, "So, what are you going to do?"
"I have no clue!" I groaned, "I'm sure she's already told Potter and company and now, I'm going to have a bunch of Aurors after me." I sat down on his leather sofa and sipped my coffee and felt it burn my throat and I welcomed that burn to distract me from my problems.
"Well, that's probably true…" I glared at him and he quickly carried on, "But, you at least have to come up with some kind of plan to…I don't know throw them off!"
"For example?" I was very skeptical of his plans. I was way more comfortable running to save my own skin. It was the Slytherian way.
"Come on now, Draco! You always know how deal with a sticky situation. Think back to our Hogwarts days."
"Zabini, in our Hogwarts to days, I was an arse to everyone, even and especially Granger."
"True… Alright, fine. I work with her now, right? Maybe I'll just talk to her at the office tomorrow, and then we'll see how she reacts."
"Oh, that will go over just great I can tell," I murmured sarcastically as I began to mimic what Blaise would probably say, "Hey Hermione. You know how you were totally wasted over the weekend and how you woke up at Draco's place? Yea, well, can you pretty please not hex him, because he really doesn't want you to kill him and he was only trying to help."
"That's probably exactly what I will say."
I glared, "You do that, Zabini, and I will hex you into oblivion."
He smirked at me, "Do you have any other suggestions?"
Hermione POV
"I made a complete and utter fool of myself!" I moaned as the previous night all came rushing back to me. Every stupid word I uttered and every unnerving and totally confusing face Malfoy had made at me. What was with all the sympathy and sadness in his expressions? Where was the much more familiar sneer and rude remarks that I had gotten so used to in my childhood.
And I was even more shocked that he really hadn't tried anything, anything at all. Not even a kiss. He just took me to his flat and brought me to his room. He didn't sleep on his own bed in his own flat. He choose the couch. I was utterly confused.
"Come on now, Mione, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
"Harry, you don't understand. I said some of the stupidest things ever." I groaned as I thought of my comments on how attractive he was. I shuddered.
"Like what?" Harry seemed slightly weary of my answer. Thankfully, I was saved from answering it by his wife.
"Harry, Harry you won't believe what Mum and I have planned for the- Oh Mione! Hi, how are you?" She rushed in and gave me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Uhm…I'm ok."
She paused to look at me, "What's wrong," She demanded.
I glanced at Harry for some help on that one. I didn't want to rehash the details.
"Uhm…well, you see, love," Harry began slowly. I braced myself for the fireworks. He leaned in next to her and whispered something into her ear.
"What?!" Ginny yelled, her face going entirely red in anger.
"And…well I got a little…drunk," I started while Ginny was silently fuming, "and I kind of woke up at Draco Malfoy's house."
Ginny's face immediately went from crimson red to pale white. Then she laughed nervously, "You know Mione," She laughed, "it almost sounded like you just said that you got drunk," she giggled and I blushed, "And then it sounded like you said you woke up at Draco Malfoy's place." She laughed loudly at this.
Harry and I just stared at her. I nervously bit my lip.
She finally noticed our somber faces and stopped laughing immediately, "You're not kidding. You're serious. You actually…"
"Nothing happened, Gin!" I quickly informed her as she looked like she was about to go out, find Malfoy and hex him to death. "I just stayed the night, because I was too drunk to come here and I couldn't have gone back to Ron's and my apartment. And he was at the bar where I got…drunk."
"I'm going to freaking kill my brother! And Malfoy!" Ginny shouted.
"Ginny, don't."
There was a loud pop and a head of red hair rushed into the room #the hair was the same color as Ginny's, only shorter#. I felt my face immeadietly go into a scowl.
"Harry, Ginny! I have to talk to you guys-" He froze when he saw me standing there, "M-Mione! We need to talk-"
"It's too late for that, Ronald." I heard the venom laced into my every word, and I just couldn't find it in me to care, "It is way too late for any of your excuses." And before anyone could say another word, I apparated out of there.
AN: Alrighty, here it is. Thanks so much for reading! Please review to let me know what you all thought! Reviews are like air -necessary for life. Also, if there is anything you guys want to see happen in this story, let me know. I will try to incorporate your ideas.