All This In One Night

Hermione finally came out of the bathroom. Ginny rolled her eyes in relief and lay back on her bed.

"Continue. This just gets better and better..."

Hermione Granger woke up the next morning with a buzz in her head. She felt like she had just got hit in the head with a big rock. She groaned a little and rolled over to go back asleep. Her eyes adjusted to the dark lighting and she froze.

Draco Malfoy was sleeping beside her, his blonde hair matted and damp with sweat.

Hermione got up too fast and fell over her shoe lying on the floor. She blinked and rubbed her eyes as her heart rate slowed. She couldn't process what had happened. 'What the hell-,' she sat there naked, staring at Draco's sleeping figure. She felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks as though embarrassed.

"Oh shit, I slept with Draco Malfoy...and liked it!?" Hermione remembered his eyes baring into hers...his hands...his lips...

She got up, cursing madly and struggled into a robe. She felt angry and embarrassed tears spill onto the floor as she left the room. She heard the bed creak a little and ran out and up the stairs out of the Slytherin dungeons. She was running absently, unsure of what to do. She felt her memory coming to her.

"Hermione, we shouldn't do this." Draco stopped her suddenly. They were both undressed, and Hermione seemed out of control.

"You've done thiz beefoore, Malvoyee..." Hermione's kisses began to travel down his neck.

"Not with a drunk! I never..." but whatever Draco was going to say, he cut himself off with a groan...

Hermione stopped running at the Great Hall and turned around swiftly. Her robes flailed in front of her. Green robes. Hermione wanted to tear the green away from her. She wanted to slit the lips that had kissed him. In an angry fit she scratched at her arms madly, trying to escape the numbness she felt when thinking of him. Suddenly Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere. He spotted her and turned away quickly.

"Your robes are undone, Miss Granger!"

Hermione squeaked and pulled them tightly around her. She was getting hysteric.

"Morning, professor! I didn't s-see y-you..."

"Quite all right. Green robes don't flatter you, I see. Must we discuss something? Or did you see the Sorting Hat and re-sort yourself?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Draco's robes got mixed up with mine. I was sick yesterday and just threw something on." The lie rolled off her tongue easily and Hermione walked away, thinking, 'Now I'm talking like a Slytherin!'

Ginny laughed suddenly. Her eyes watered and she was rolling around in hysterics. She caught the glare from Hermione and stopped abruptly.

"Well, the Fertility Spell cured you of our worst feel, right? So one thing is left to do, and it's not ripping off the Slytherin logo from the robe."

Hermione pulled the snake off Draco's robe in succession. "What's that? Kill myself? Because..."

"You must confront him," Ginny said wisely.

"WHAT!? WHAT SHOULD I SAY, I HAD FUN!?" Hermione wanted to strangle her friend. "That won't help! Ginny, please be serious about this."

"I am! You know, for being so smart, you can't see the obvious. Maybe you actually have feelings for him. I think you're just afraid of what he'll think of you, and what others will think of you." Ginny got up in anger and left the dorms. Lavender and Parvati woke up suddenly.

"Wha-what's wrong?" Lavender yawned. "I heard a scream."

But Hermione was already gone, heading for the Lake to think. She bumped into Harry on the way out.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Harry wiped a tear away from Hermione's cheek.

Hermione shook her head and put on a false smile. "I had a fight with Ginny."

Harry looked over her shoulder. "I-is Ginny around?" he stammered frantically.

Hermione sighed and walked off. 'Love-sick puppy...'

Hermione sat down by the lake and stared at her feet. Was Ginny right? Do I really like Draco Malfoy? Hermione could see the scene now. If she ever told him, he'd laugh at her and say something insensitive. After all, she was a Mudblood, and him a Deatheater. It couldn't work out ever. Draco would kill her before ever befriending her. Hermione watched a tear fall into the lake. Why Draco!? Why does one fluke night make her think about the Deatheater this way!? She was drunk! It wasn't an act of love or attraction. Hell, he was as wasted as she was! Still, something made her see him in a whole new light.

Whatever it was, it scared her to death.

Draco Malfoy looked at the floor in horror. A bra, female robes...no way. Draco slammed a fist into a wall in anger. This was bad. Very bad. That meant she had seen the Dark Mark on his arm, glowing still after his initiation a week ago. What would she think? He hated to admit it, but Granger wasn't all that bad for a Mudblood. A person to talk to, nothing more. Still something made him want to explain himself to her. He wanted to have a clean slate. She could be pregnant! This thought sent Draco madly putting on his robes and running out the portrait.