"A woman can beoverdressed, but never over elegant"
-Coco Chanel
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I walked in and gasped. Sitting around the rectangular table was a group of people I could have gone my entire life without seeing again. At the head was Draco, only though because his Father had foregone this particular meeting. Next to him on the right was Blaise Zabini. An empty chair sat in between him and Theodore Nott, who sat next to a busty blonde I had never met before. Across from the blonde sat Goyle and Crabbe with a grumpy Millicent Bulstrode in between them. The empty chair on Draco's left was obviously meant for me. Trying to remain invisible, I slipped over to my chair, only to have Draco interrupt me. I looked up at the clearing of his throat, "Granger, I hope you weren't going to sit down without first getting me a drink."
I could barely contain my grimace as I answered, "Of course not…Mal-Draco, I'll go get it. I presume just a firewhiskey will do?"
"What else would I drink, a muggle beer? Ha, just go you filthy mudblood."
I strode over to the bar. The only thought that kept me from repeating my actions in third year, was of Ron and Harry. I had to be able to protect them, and to do that I had to behave.
The reason of the empty seat beside Blaise was soon apparent as I came up behind a skinny girl in a scarily short pink cocktail dress. Her hair was up in some elaborate bun. I opened my mouth to greet her when she turned around. My eyes widened in shock as I recognized Pansy Parkinson. She must have recognized me too because her eyes narrowed carefully. "Mudblood," she hissed, "Stay away from my Draco."
Apparently the man she came with was not the one she wanted.
As I walked back to the group I braced myself for the Death Eater talk, the racy comments, and the drunken arguments.
Halfway through lobster tails, Draco had grabbed me by the waist and pulled me sloppily onto his lap. Everyone around the table laughed at my protests except Pansy, who consented to just glare daggers at me. The blonde, whose name turned out to be Marcy, actually tried to send me a sympathetic look but it was ruined as Theo reached out to drunkenly fumble for her boob. As I had realized throughout the dinner, Theo seemed to never be satisfied with one girl, which is why his arm was basically a revolving door for women.
The night wore on and as Draco drank more and more firewhiskey, his hand circled higher up my thigh. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but shiver as his long fingers whisked across the smooth skin.
Finally we had gotten through the main course and everyone was just about finished their custard. Although I think Goyle and Millicent had maybe taken some of the others.
"So Draco, how's Granger been treating ya," asked a very drunk and very slap-happy Blaise.
Draco raised an eyebrow while simultaneously squeezing my sides, "Well, I've just gotten back haven't I? I don't know yet. So you all should just hurry up and leave so I can decide."
"Whelp! Guessthatsarecuee to leave huh babe?" Theo slurred "C'mon…Macy…Darcy..whoever you are..I need a good one tonight."
Marcy proceeded to stand up and follow Theo out. Pansy pulled Blaise up, but immediately let go of his hand to waltz over to Malfoy. Bending far enough over to allow him a view of her skinny chest, Pansy left a lingering kiss on Malfoy's cheek. Funny though, I thought was that the whole time she performed this Malfoy was pinching my butt. Millicent and Goyle snuck out behind them, hiding another goblet of custard between them, I thought.
As the door slammed on Blaise's muffled, "Don't strain yourself Malfoy!" everything got quiet.
"I um think I'll be going to bed now. Goodnight, Draco."
I went to maneuver myself off Draco's lap when his grip on my wrist stopped me. "Please, Granger, stay with me," he pleaded, sounding a lot less drunk now. I gulped. Merlin, how was it that even after the years of ridicule his shimmering grey eyes still could make me lose my breath.
"Wh-hy Malfoy would I possibly want to stay with you after all the abuse and the insults? Tell me why."
"Aww. Come on Granger, you know that's just for show. We always-hiccup-had something special didn't we? Come on, baby. Gimme a chance."
"Malfoy you are totally and completely wasted," I stated bluntly.
"Maybe so," he returned, "But you're still totally and completely gorgeous."
I grabbed the hand that wasn't currently grabbing my wrist almost painfully, and pulled. Heaving him up, I gasped, "Come on lover boy let's get you to bed."
"Only if you're in it."
I smirked as Draco basically dragged me to his bedroom. He pulled me in the doorway and finally released my wrists.
"You better be tucking me in."
He walked over and turned down the emerald quilt to reveal horribly clashing cheetah print sheets.
I almost died. "Che-oh oh my gosh, Draco Malfoy has cheetah print, oh to Merlin's bruising left pinky toe. Draco Malfoy has cheetah print bed sheets.
"Hey," he tried to defend himself, "their amazingly soft! You wanna try them out?" He winked at me, giving his signature smirk. "Come on, Granger, I know you're smart enough to realize I'm not letting you leave this room."
I sighed knowing I was going to have to give in, especially because if he remembered I disobeyed him in the morning it wouldn't be pretty. "Fine, but I still need to go get something to sleep in."
Draco disappeared for a second before he came out with an old Slytherin t-shirt. I raised an eyebrow but silently took the shirt, turning to the bathroom to get changed.
"Granger, don't forget to brush your teeth," he shouted as the door slammed shut. I took in the marble sink, Jacuzzi tub, and heavenly looking white bathrobe. It was almost worth sleeping with him to be able to use this tub. I mean it could almost rival the Prefect's bathroom with the space there! I felt the sharp stab of remembrance I always got when I thought of anything that reminded me of Harry. How could I even think of Draco as anything less than an enemy when I still didn't know if Harry was alive? I shook off my feelings of guilt and started trying to remove the death trap of a dress. I twisted around and around trying desperately to unzip it, when I remembered the helpful little fact I was a witch. I magically removed the dress and proceeded to slip on his t-shirt. It was huge. Apparently, the fact that I was 9 inches shorter then Draco's 6'2" frame made a very big difference in clothing size. The left sleeve was hanging off my shoulder and it almost reached my knees.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the doorknob and stepped out. I audibly gasped at the sight before me. There lying on the bed was a very shirtless and very smirking Draco. My eyes trailed from his long neck to his taunt pecs, rippling six pack, and finally to the pale train of hair starting from just below his belly button to the edge of his flannel pajama pants.
"You just going to stand there and stare all night or come join me?" His smirk faded just a bit as his voice softened. "Really Granger I won't bite. I just thought you could keep me company." He dropped his hands from behind his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a prat, which I am, but I swear Hermione I'm not the Draco Malfoy who tortured you in school." He continued on, talking more to himself then me now, "It's just an act for them. If they ever…if they ever knew how I've changed, I'd be dead by morning. You know what, you don't want to be here, just go." His voice was hoarse. "Just go."
Maybe it was that he had called me Hermione, or the almost dead look in his eyes, or maybe just the fact that he had a great set of abs; but I didn't leave. Instead I slowly walked over to the bed and crawled in next to him. "Just for tonight," I whispered. "Why should we both be lonely, when we can be lonely together?" I felt him nod in agreement. As I laid my head down on his bare chest and felt his warm arm surround my shoulders, I couldn't remember why I had any qualms about this. And when what felt like lips dropped softly to kiss the back of my head, more than one night of this didn't seem so hard.
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