Chapter 8: The Hangover

Draco awoke, but didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he stretched and yawned, rolling over towards the window to feel the sunlight on his face. So peaceful, he didn't get many mornings like this. Usually he had to jump into the shower right away so he didn't have to face the girl he had spent the previous night with. He smiled to himself, eyes still closed. What a party it had been last night, he had to admit he didn't remember much after he went out looking for Hermione and he had pretty much blacked out after spin the bottle.

Spin the Bottle.

Hermione.

Draco's eyes flew open and immediately settled a tangle of bushy brown hair an inch from his nose and attached to that bushy hair was the sleeping form of Hermione Granger.

Oh shit.

He couldn't have…could he? He peeked under the covers, yup…they were both completely naked. He looked around at the mess of discarded clothes; it didn't take a genius to figure out what had actually happened last night.

Draco rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to panic. How could he have! Even Draco Malfoy had some set of rules…and sleeping with a mudblood was defiantly breaking one of them.

He looked over at her, alright then…he had to be honest. It wasn't the fact that she was a mudblood that bothered him (though if his father found out then he was completely dead) no…it was the fact that something had happened between Hermione and Weasley last night and whatever it was had upset her so much that she had got herself drunk enough to sleep with him. This meant, probably, that Weasley had done something very very very naughty.

Then he remembered her ripped dress. Shit, if Weasley had done something awful to her and he, Draco, had really taken that advantage of her after it then, when Hermione woke up, he was a dead man.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

So, should he wake her up? Or should he creep out of the room like a coward and let her try and figure out what happened?

Well…he defiantly wasn't a coward but then again he was in Slytherin and didn't know if he was brave enough to wake her up.

Draco swung his legs around and got gingerly out of bed, trying not to cause too much of a shift in the bed. Alright here's the plan, put enough clothes on to be able to bolt out of the room quickly should she try and attack him.

He slipped on his boxers and his wife beater and then crept over to her side of the bed. All he had to do was wake her up nicely and calmly so she didn't jump to conclusions too quickly. If I just shake her awake gently then – WHAM!!!!

Draco tripped over a show and hit the floor with a thud knocking over the bedside table over too, "What the fuck!"

"Dr- Draco? Wh-what…"

"Sorry I uh…didn't mean to wake you up, well I did but not like this I-"

"WHY AM I NAKED AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!!!!

She leapt out of bed, only to realize once again that she was completely naked when Draco's eyes simply followed her breasts as they bounced back into position, and grabbed a bed sheet to cover herself. Irritating things. She didn't know what to think, what to do, she was losing her mind. Hermione collapsed to the floor in a heap of bed sheets and clothes. Oh My God.

Draco took a tentative step towards her, "I- uh… are you alright?"

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes

"Look I'm…sorry… I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, I wasn't planning for it I swear"

"So I'm just a mistake, an awful mistake"

"No! Wait I mean yes, but in the best way possible" He moved slowly towards her and crouched down to her level, "and as for awful, I defiantly have to disagree because from what I remember…OW! HERMIONE PUT DOWN THAT LAMP!"

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Alright. Just relax. Hermione tipped her head back and let the water run over her body. Concentrate. What exactly had happened last night? Play by play. She tried to slot her actions into hours but quickly realized that the only time she was ever worried about was when she was rushing to meet Ron….Ron, where it had all started.

She sat down in her shower, obviously everything between them was over and on that count she did feel a little better about being in more control of her situation. She was ok. She was going to be just fine.

A heaving sob echoed around her bathroom. Oh god. The lake, Ron…what he had said to her, what he had done to her… She didn't know what to call it, RAPE was such a scary word and surly couldn't apply to her and Ron. She had been his girlfriend at the time; he just got a little carried away.

So carried away that she had to hit him with a rock to get him off of her?

She shook her head to get the water mixed with tears out of her eyes; she couldn't think about all this right now, it was too much.

And then, there was Draco Fucking Malfoy.

If only she could remember! So much was a blur, she tried to concentrate. Hermione knew that she couldn't lie to herself about this; she knew what had ultimately happened.

She had had sex with the Slytherin sex god himself.

But…at least he had been there in the morning, tried to comfort her when she cried at least until she broke her lamp over his head.

She stood up and a wave of nausea hit her hard. Ugh…hangovers… who was she kidding? This was all Malfoy's fault. If it hadn't been for him Ron would never have been so jealous, if it wasn't for him there wouldn't have been fire whiskey here for her to drink AND if it hadn't been for him she would not have had sex with two people in the same night, one of which she couldn't remember and the other she didn't want to.

And with that, Hermione threw herself towards the toilet and vomited up what was left of last night.

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Draco slumped into potions 10 minutes late still nursing a possibly serious head injury, but it wasn't a big deal…Snape hardly took any notice of him. He pulled out his book, flipped to the page Pansy was on and then sat back in his chair to day dream the class away.

Alright, he had come to an agreement with himself. He would not, could not, let whatever happened last night happen again. Ever. He was slightly disgusted with himself for sleeping with Hermione Granger of all people, but…and only a tiny part of him would admit it, he was even more disgusted with himself for doing it right after something awful had happened between her and Weasley.

Draco wondered what happened for a minute and then stopped himself; he could pretty much guess what exactly had happened but to be perfectly honest he didn't want to know. He would not get involved. He would go back to teasing/treating Hermione with indifference and move on with his life.

Why should he care about what happened One Night between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger…? As long as it didn't get out and ruin his reputation he was just going to pretend that it never even happened.

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A/N: ok so I have an excuse this time! I went to Spain for a month and it was lovely but it did interrupt my fic writing !!! So my bad…

I hope you like/are keeping up with my fic! I know it's a little farfetched for Hermione to get raped and then go around having sex with Draco but I think the fact that she refuses to see it as a rape and that the alcohol made the situation a little more plausible maybe makes it more realistic

Let me know what you think

xoxoxo charlito