A/N Part 2 Drabble continuation. Much love and thanks to the wonderful Torigingerfox for the help with the Italian xx
It was quite amusing when you thought of it. Well certainly when he thought of it anyway.
With a smirk, he watched the two embarassed witches attempt to reclaim a sense of dignity, as they gathered clothes at opposite ends of the hotel room.
In the bedroom the blonde clutched the bedsheets to her body, muttering Italian obscenities while in the lounge area the curly haired brunette had no such shroud to cover her own debasement.
The blonde wizard who's hotel room this was, now clad in his trousers once more, stood before him and glared at him the incredulity almost palpabable.
"I dont know what you think is so fucking funny Blaise, but you might want to put some fucking clothes on and then do me the courtesy of explaining just how you got into my hotel room and what the fuck you thought you were doing in my bed"
"Calm down Draco mate" the dark Italian chuckled "and actually I am quite comfortable with my nudity and my heterosexuality" he said with a wink.
The blonde witch, now robed, scurried past them, her head down in an attempt to hide her quite obvious discomfort, cheeks tinged crimson from the less than ideal end to her afternoon frivolity.
"Ciao Bella, ci sentiamo!" Blaise called after her as she made her exit.
"Seriously Blaise!" Hermione was now wearing Draco's dark blue shirt and Blaise had to admit it suited her- and clearly she had no intention of making a quick get away.
"Put some boxers on at least!" she stated, holding out her hand, while turning her head in a mild attempt to shield her vision from the confirmation of years of Griffindor Girl's Dormatories rumours about the endowment of the Slytherin men. In less than 10 minutes she had this made fact not once but twice. Lavender and Pavatti would kill for this kind of gossip, however Hermione was not the kind of girl to kiss and tell… or witness and confirm.
She glanced at Draco and was mildly concerned he was having a mini aneurism from the look on his face.
Blaise to his credit, took one look at his oldest friend and knew he had reached the limit of his button-pressing. He winked and turned into the bedroom to retrieve his boxers, slipping them on before returning to the lounge. Hermione lowered her hand only to return it when she realised this wasn't actually much of an improvement to the situation, the tight black seamless garment leaving little to the imagination.
Chuckling as he watched her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson, he returned once more to the bedroom and pulled on his trousers.
Draco turned to Hermione, now realising she was in his shirt and opened his mouth to speak.
Seeing the look in his eyes, she placed her delicate fingers on his lips to silence him.
"This isn't over" she whispered.