Without You, I'm Not Me

Without You, I'm Not Me.

Chapter One:

It Was Only A Joke

"Hey."

It was soft greeting, almost a whisper. It came from the darkness of the doorway at the end of the hall. The dark-haired man put his coat on a hook and turned to the voice. He had had a gruesome day at work and it showed in his voice. He returned the greeting.

"Hey," he smiled.

She came into the light, looked at him, and smiled. He smiled back and she blushed. She quickly glanced away; he laughed and said to her, "Judging by your reaction, he's still here?"

"Yeah, said he felt horrible. Although given whom he is its no wonder he feels that way. I really don't think he drinks very much," she said matter-of-factly. "I gave him a hangover potion. He'll be fine in a couple of hours."

The man nodded, "Is he awake?"

She waved a hand. "C'mon I'll make you a cup of tea and you can tell me about your day at work. We'll talk about him later."

She pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and moved into the other room. He followed her into the kitchen area and smiled again; he knew what she was going to say was bad news.

* * *

His head hurt and he was dying. He groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked twice before the room slowly came into focus; the surroundings were not familiar. He lay on a bed with the blankets over his body, but he wasn't sure whose bed it was; it certainly was NOT his!

"Oh my lords! Where the hell am I?" He sputtered. "What did I do last night?"

"Well, you drank quite a bit, did some dancing that was quite questionable and came home with us. After that, the events are a bit vague," someone voiced. "Of course you are wonderful in bed, so skilled, I might say."

He sat up on the bed looking toward the voice. He couldn't find out where it was coming from. He voiced his assessment on the situation, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He had heard that voice before but couldn't place it with a face. "Where are you?"

"Simply," the voice said, "behind you."

He turned slowly towards the voice. He saw who it was, "Holy. Fucking. Shit!"

It was Harry Potter, and standing next to him with her arms crossed over her chest was Hermione Granger.

* * *

"So let me get this straight," the blonde said cradling a cup of coffee. "I came into a pub you two were at last night."

Nods came, one female and one male.

"I saw you, came over, and made conversation. As you two described my actions, I insulted you both and made an ass of myself."

Two heads nodded again. Draco was really starting to get annoyed with that motion. He took a swig of coffee and a deep breath.

"After I made an ass of myself, I drank fifteen Galleons of alcohol and pulled you two out onto the dance floor. Where we began to, um, pull a three person gyrating session?"

The young woman pushed her curly hair off her face, "I thought of it more as we were trying to make a sandwich out of you."

The blonde looked at the girl; "I'm not edible."

Harry smiled, "I do beg to differ; a few condiments and you'd be yummy."

"Okay! So after we danced, you two talked me into coming here and molesting me," he waited for someone to say something. A few moments dragged about until he started again, "So my only question that I really need to know is, who had their way with me first?"

Hermione giggled. "I wouldn't say we molested you. It was more like you pounced on Harry."

Harry was smiling like a cat that caught a mouse. "Which leads us to believe you've wanted this for a while, Malfoy."

"Well, of course! Who in the wizarding world has not had a wet dream about the Golden Boy?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm sure Ron has never thought about me that way. Unless I'm mistaken and no one told me."

"You have no clue, do you? Who the fuck are you?"

"Are you suffering from amnesia?"

"No," Draco rubbed his eyes, out of nervous habit. "You know who you are. You're Harry Potter. Every student in our year would have gladly been your slave."

"I wouldn't," Hermione said glaring at Draco.

"You are now."

Hermione's face turned red and her glare turned murderous. "I am not! We're roommates. This is a platonic relationship!"

"Right, right, so you weren't fucking him last night?"

"I've had enough of this conversation. I'm going to take a shower."

* * *

"Interesting and fascinating," Harry said at Hermione's back. He then turned back to Draco. "What were you doing in a pub last night?"

"Who? The female form or that particular woman?"

"Just her," Harry said still looking down the hallway. "I'm not really into women."

Draco put the coffee cup in the sink and turned on the water. He heard Hermione scream and quickly turned the faucet to the off position. "Sorry," he yelled.

"Malfoy?"

"What, Potter?" Draco whirled around to face the other male. Why does it matter I was in a pub drinking last night?"

"I was merely curious," Harry said, waving his hand. "The last time I heard anything about you, you were getting married to someone from Beaubaxton's."

Draco snorted, "And now I'm not. I walked into our home and found her with another man. The man was Blaise Zabini. I'm sure you remember him. Your ex-girlfriend, Ginny, rode him hard and put him away wet."

Harry flinched at the mention of Ginny and the memory it brought to mind. "I'm glad I didn't touch that," Harry looked away from Draco. "You haven't answered my question."

"I knew Amelie was cheating on me. I wanted out of this arrangement since last year. I do not recommend arranged marriages to anyone. They really suck. So I packed my stuff, and while she was finishing up with Zabini, I walked out of the flat. I was staying at a hotel near the pub I went into last night."

"When did you find them together?"

"Last night, before I came to the pub." Draco said, rubbing his eyes. He then glanced at Harry's surprised expression. "Don't say anything, Potter."

"You know after last night you can at least call me Harry. That's what you were screaming last night. Hermione had to put a Silencing Charm on you," Harry grinned at the memory.

"What did I get myself into?"

* * *

"HARRY!" Hermione called from the bathroom. "There are no towels!"

Harry sighed, "If you will excuse me, Draco. We have an event to attend tonight."

"So you're leaving?"

"Yes, and you are too," Harry said disappearing into the dark hallway. "Here Hermione--"

Draco got up and followed Harry down the hall. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Could I stay here?"

There was a chorus of laughter and Hermione stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "And have you in our house alone? I didn't think you were that stupid, Malfoy."

"Sorry Malfoy, as much as we liked the romp last night, you have to go," Harry said going into the bathroom.

"Didn't you listen to me? I don't have anywhere to go but a sleazy hotel!"

"Sorry," Hermione said closing the bathroom door.

After Hermione closed the door, a puzzled expression crossed her face. "Did he call you Harry?"

Harry nodded with a toothbrush in his mouth. "I didn't realize that he did," he said as he brushed his teeth. "Open the door, Hermione."

"Why?"

Harry reached over and with the flick of his wrist he had the bathroom door open. Draco was still standing there, looking like a beaten puppy. Harry took the obstacle out of his mouth and pointed it at Draco.

"Do you have a job?"

"Yes, I wor--"

"We don't use magic in the house, the landlady is a Muggle. Well we use it only if its potions and subtle magic, nothing big and flashy."

Hermione looked at Harry, brandishing his toothbrush at Draco, like he had grown horns and a tail. "What are you doing?"

"You can take the spare bedroom, however when we leave the house, you leave and no entertaining here." Harry turned his head and merely smiled at Hermione, then looked at the watch on his wrist. "You have approximately twenty minutes until we leave for our appointment. So that is how much time you have to go get your stuff and come back."

Draco looked like a fish that had been taken out of water. Harry put the toothbrush into his mouth and shut the door.

Hermione glared at Harry. "What are you doing? I don't want him here!"

"Dear, I don't think it's dawned on you that I want him. He is a nice piece of flesh that I simply must have. So hush," Harry rinsed his mouth with water.

"Then go find a nice blonde Muggle boy, anyone BUT him!"