Hi! Another chapter, oh the joy of it! I really like this story, haha…and guess what? I'm planning a Dramione one-shot…so keep a lookout for it. I know, I do way too much.

Don't own Draco…..damn! Or the rest of Harry Potter…

The sun's rays were just peeking over the horizon, and brightening the morning sky, when a silver eye popped open, blinking in confusion. Draco groaned, opening both eyes, his head throbbed and he tried to remember what had happened. He knew on thing for sure, he really needed to curb the amount of alcohol he consumed…as he was thinking this he realized he wasn't alone in bed. Rolling over, he came face to face with Hermione who was just beginning to stir, a very naked Hermione.

"Bloody hell, Granger! What the hell are you doing in my bed and why aren't you wearing any knickers?" Draco shouted, scrambling out of the bed, until he realized that he too, wasn't wearing any knickers. He yanked the top blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself, glaring at the now bleary eyed witch.

"How am I supposed to know, Malfoy? And this isn't your bed, it's my bed, so I should be asking you that question," Hermione quipped back, before moaning at the pain in her head.

"Well, whoevers bed it is doesn't matter, now does it? I wanna know why in Merlin's name I was sleeping naked in your bed."

Hermione and Draco eyes were both drawn to the emerald party dress that was now crumpled and lying on the floor. Instantly, they both remembered what had happened, causing Hermione to blush bright red while Draco just looked stunned.

"Well that explains that question," Hermione said, trying to push pictures of Draco Malfoy taking the previous said dress off.

"So you're telling me, we got drunk, made out and then got married at some phony wedding chapel in Las bloody Vegas?" Draco shouted.

"Yes…" Hermione replied, her response getting cut off by a knock on the door.

"Bloody hell, what now," Draco asked, pulling his fingers through his hair, before going to answer the door, forgetting that he was still quite nude underneath the fluffy comforter. Yanking open the door, he was surprised to find a room service cart complete with attendant standing there.

"Good morning Mr. Malfoy, I was told to present this champagne and breakfast to the happily married couple on behalf of the MGM," the attendant said, pushing past Draco and wheeling the cart in, "Enjoy…"

Stopping the attendant before he left Draco asked, "Wait, how do you know we got married, wait what am I even saying?"

"You and Mrs. Malfoy came into the hotel late last night and promptly told the night clerk that you two had been married just that night and were off to bed," the attendant said, looking bored.

Draco frowned, he didn't remember that, "Ok, well you can go now," he said, showing the attendant to the door.

Before he left, the attendant leaned over and whispered lewdly, "Nice one you got there, a bit on the ordinary side, but from what I hear that didn't stop you two last night…"

"Oh shut the bloody hell up," Draco roared, throwing the man out, and shutting the door. Turning to Hermione, he said, "I'm going to get dressed in bathroom, so please do try to restrain yourself from trying to take advantage of me again."

Glaring at him, she replied, "Don't worry, no chance of that happening…"

Smirking, Draco replied suggestively, scooping up his clothes, "That's what I would have said too, but after last night…"

"Shut it," she yelled at the closed door, then quickly got dressed. That being done, she flopped on the bed and groaned, she had not just had her first time with Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, ex-Death Eater, the slimiest git in the world. But sadly, as much as she wished it hadn't happened, it had and now was the time to face the music. That is what they'd do, by going back to that little chapel and set this right, by getting this hoax of a marriage annulled. Grabbing her purse, she yanked Draco out the front door as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Where are you dragging me to now? I swear if you try to get a tattoo that says I Love Potter or something, I'm gonna hex you," Draco said sarcastically.

She gave him a look as she caught a taxi, "We're going to get this sham of a marriage annulled."

"Ouch, you wound me Madame," Draco cried, miming a shot to the heart, "Am I that horrible to be married to?"

"You are an awful actor…" Hermione replied, giving him stony look as she got in the cab.

"Touché…"

When they got to the little chapel, Hermione turned to Draco, "We're gonna go in there, get this annulled, and get out, okay?"

"Whatever you say, little tyrant…"

"What's that mean?" Hermione asked, hands on her hips.

"Nothing, nothing…forget I said anything," he replied, putting up his hands in surrender.

Turning, Hermione scoffed, "Whatever, I don't have time for your petty comments, come on."

Upon entering, Hermione marched up to the man that married them, and demanded, "I would like to get a marriage that you preformed last night annulled."

Peering over the edge of his glasses, he said, "Is that so, and one question, was this marriage consummated?"

Blood rushed to Hermione's cheeks, causing the man to cluck, "It's out of my hands now, you'll have to find a lawyer and get a divorce the good ole' fashioned way."

"Excuse me…" Hermione asked, starting to get hysterical, her voice rising, "You mean I'm stuck with him!"

Draco winced at the spectacle she was making, she was embarrassing him. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he steered her towards the door, saying, "Sorry about this, it's that time of the month, you know?"

When they were outside, Hermione whirled on him, furious, "What do you mean 'that time of month'? And do you realize we're stuck with each other until we find a lawyer. This is not how I wanted my first vacation to be like."

Draco just gave her a bored look, "Are you done yet? I didn't exactly want to be stuck with you on my vacation either, so belt it. And it's no problem, we'll just go find a lawyer, this is Vegas you know…"

"Right, if it's so easy, then you find us one," Hermione said, as Draco hailed a cab.

When they had entered the cab, he flipped to the law section of the phonebook, "Look, Diane Brown, Attorney-at-Law," he said smugly, before telling the driver where to go, "Satisfied?"

In response to Gin-gin06, I'm gonna take your saying awesome so many times as a compliment…because I'm just that arrogant. And don't feel too weird I've had a dream like that, but I think I was Hermione, of course, lol. And nope, I don't get weirded out easily, probably since I'm half crazy. (Not really…) And nope, never even heard of it, its base loosely off of a movie called Romancing the Bride, but I thought of it at work when everyone was talking about the quote 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'. Stay tuned, the next chapter will be up soon. Oh and I got the little tyrant quip from a book I just read, lol, the girl from it reminded me of Hermione. XD Review everybody!