Love Is Sometimes Problematic

"What are you talking about, Hermione? How did I trick you?"

"You made me have sex with you!"

"No, that was really you. I was just looking for a romantic evening."

"Yeah right, Draco. You knew you could get me drunk, and you know aroused I get when I drink too much."

"Well, you can't blame it on me; you're the one who suggested it in the first place."

"Oh, whatever. I'm leaving." And at that, Hermione headed for the door.

"Hermione, you do realize you're naked, right?"

"What? Oh, right." She ran over to her clothes that lay on the floor and dressed herself. Then she stomped back towards the door.

"Hermione, wait," said Draco helplessly.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I should never have put you in the position of getting drunk with just me in the room."

"Well, it's a bit late for that. I'll see you around, Draco."

The last thing Draco saw was Hermione's ass going out the door. Draco went to lie back down on the bed, but realized that it was soiled from the night's activities. He cast a cleaning charm with his wand, and then lay back on the bed, thinking about the night's events. It had been wonderful sex. They had pounded each other pretty hard, and for Hermione's first time, it was wonderful. He remembered how fast she had gone into him, and it sent a bolt of pleasure to his cock. He decided to get dressed and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

When he entered the Great Hall, he saw that Hermione was facing the opposite way than she usually did. He thought about going and talking to her, but she was sitting with Potter and Weasley, and he didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the Hall. He sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle instead.

"How was it?" said Crabbe.

"How was what?"

"You know," Crabbe motioned towards Hermione's back.

"How did you know?"

"We guessed. But we were right, weren't we?" said Goyle.

"Yeah. It was best kind."

"Did you pound her hard?"

"She did it harder and faster."

"Whoa," said Crabbe

"Now I want to get with someone," whined Crabbe.

"Well, it doesn't matter now though. It'll be the last time. She doesn't trust me anymore."

"So what man. You got to spank her. That's all that matters."

"That's what I thought first, but now I feel bad. I hate women."

"I like the horny kind," said Goyle.

"Shut up, man. I'm going to the common room, see you later." Draco got up from his seat and headed for the Slytherin common room. He was just about to the portrait when he heard someone come up behind him.

"My office. Now," said Snape.

Draco didn't bother to protest. He followed Snape back to his office and sat down in a chair across from the desk.

"What did you do to Hermione last night?" asked Snape.

"What do you think?"

"I know who two had sex, and I also know it wasn't safe, but we'll get there in a second. I noticed that Hermione wasn't with you when you entered the Great Hall, and that you two didn't have your morning distance romance between the house tables. So what happened?"

"Well, she got drunk on champagne, and then she suggested we do it, so I couldn't say no. Then when she woke up this morning she said I had tricked her into having sex and she left."

"Well, did you?"

"No. I wanted to have sex, she didn't. But I had no control over what she did."

"True. Now, it wasn't safe, was it?"

"No."

"Has anyone ever bothered to tell you what happens when it isn't safe?"

"Yes, she can get pregnant."

"How much did you leak into her?"

"What?"

"Answer the question, Draco."

"That's none of your business!"

"It is if she has to be checked!"

"Fine. I don't remember exactly. The bed was full of it this morning."

"Full!"

"Yes, full," said Draco.

Snape got abruptly to his feet. "Come with me, we have to find her and bring her to the Hospital Wing to be checked."