It's the calming before the storm
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm.
When you wake up hung-over
you wish you were sober.

I've danced with the devil
and dreamed with the demons.
Fell asleep with death
then fell short of breath.
When you wake up hung-over
you wish you were sober

Bzz...Bzzzz...BZZZZZZZZ.

Shoo stupid fly, shoo. I smacked my ear in hopes of shooing it away but my hopes dwindled as I realized there was no fly. No, it was my fuzzy hair blowing in the wind against my ear. And all I've managed to achieve is to wake myself up.

Wait...wind? I never have the air turned on in my room.

I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted instantly with bright light.

Ouch.

I quickly closed my eyes, too overwhelmed with a massive headache. How was it possible to have one so early in the morning?

Just thinking about it being so early made me yawn, which in turn made me stretch too. I greeted the pleasant feeling of my limbs stretching, only to realize what I thought would be my comfortable sheets since first year, was instead silk.

My confusion grew as I made my eyes open again, and keep them open as I inspected my surroundings. It seemed a little too surreal. I didn't recognize anything. It was all green and it looked so familiar. Almost like...

The Slytherin Dorm Rooms.

Only it wasn't a Slytherin dorm room as Slytherin dorm rooms did not have banners hanging from the ceilings other than in their common room.

I panicked as I realized there was only one other room other than my own that did have them.

Draco Malfoy's Dorm Room.

I sat up abruptly, ignoring the dizziness that followed and looked around. I had only caught glimpses of Malfoy's room here and there when he wasn't too busy insulting me. And I had to say, it was more familiar than it should have been.

Then I remembered there couldn't possibly be a way I would be here and he wouldn't, right? Well... it's not like if I was right that it would be a good thing. I slowly turned my head hoping for the best but was met with disappointment as I inspected Malfoy's half naked body sleeping soundlessly.

His half naked body made me realized that I was currently only wearing an oversized shirt that I had no idea I owned - on second thought, it was probably his - and the undergarments I was wearing last night.

Only one question was running through my mind over and over: Why was I in Draco Malfoy's room with practically no clothes on?

It's the low before the high
It's been so long you thought you would die
When you wake up hung-over
You wish you were sober

And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet

I stood up quickly, needing to get my head straight. How would I do that? I didn't know yet. Today was Sunday so no classes, thank you Merlin. Maybe I would go for a walk or a swim or find Ginny and ta- ew. What was that stench?

I crinkled my noise in disgust and sniffed to find the source. It wasn't the sheets, it wasn't his cologne, it wasn't me...no it was me. I have no idea why but it seemed as though I had been bathed in Malfoy's awfully stinky sweat.

How? I honest had no idea. It was most likely the shirt since I guess picked it off of his room floor.

I thought about taking it off but thought the better of it since I was still in his room. I walked the last few steps to the adjoined bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it. I wouldn't want him creeping on me this early in the morning, but something told me he wouldn't wake for another hour or so.

I checked the clock to see it read 11:46 Am. I was surprised; I had guessed it was early considering the sun was so bright. It was probably because I was hosting a major hang-over, not any surprise since for once I did drink at a party. Actually, more than once.

Thoughts of last night were just too confusing to think about right now. All I needed was a nice, hot shower to get my head cleared and maybe I could figure out why I had found myself In Malfoy's, of all people, bedroom.

I quickly stripped of what little clothing I had on and stepped into the cold marble tiled stall. I turned it to hot water and stood there for a minute, letting the hot water soak me and wash off my impurities.

My mind kept wandering back to last night. I had to put my finger on something and build off of it.

The last thing I remembered vividly was walking into the Room of Requirement and being handed a cup of Fire Whiskey. I remember downing it because I remembered the heartbreak I had suffered only a few hours before. Nothing to worry about really...

Anyways, so I was handed the Fire Whiskey...

"Ginny!" I called over the crowd of people and loud music. I was slowly starting to lose her to the swallowing people but I was sure it wouldn't be too long before I found her again. Most likely with Harry kissing as if it was their last day on earth. Really... PDA was not a necessity.

Not for me, at least.

Soon enough I gave up on trying to find her again and set on finding another cup of Fire Whiskey. Soon enough I found the punch bowl table and sure enough it was spiked with the alcoholic beverage. I smiled as I poured myself a cup full and started drinking like it was nobody's business.

Within minutes after that, and I wasn't sure if it was the effect of the fire whiskey, but it seemed as if there was a magnetic force field around me and all the guys were magnets. There must have been a dozen, not exaggerating, guys asking me to dance. Being exhausted of trying to repel them by the 14th, I finally gave in to his wishes and started on the dance floor with some upbeat song. I figured since the fact that I was drinking and I was trying to live this night as a ‘Seize the Day' thing it wouldn't matter and by tomorrow things would be fine. Right? Well apparently now that's wrong.

But anyways... so he asked me to dance. Who? Damn, I can't remember. But it was someone and I remember after a minute or so we got separated. Not that I noticed anyways since everyone found it necessary to rub their body against mine. Some people I minded and then there were others who I didn't. And I now realize one of them must have been Malfoy. Ahh... there it is.

He came up to me after the third song, I don't know what it was, but he wanted a dance. I guess since this year, us both being Heads, we were on speaking terms and now apparently on dancing terms. Not that I minded because he was most definitely a splendid dancer and I most definitely took advantage of the toned body, taking my time with him.

Gosh, I was nowhere near myself last night.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

I snapped out of my reminiscing stage and back to the present.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Who would be knocking on the bathroom door? Oh wait, who else could it be?

I poked my head outside of the shower stall to hear better, "Yeah?" I asked out loud. I almost felt ridiculous because it seemed as if I was talking to no one but myself I saw in the mirror.

"What are you doing Granger?" Malfoy growled impatiently, "I've been waiting forever."

Forever? I hadn't really been in the shower that long? I checked the clock above the mirror again and sure enough, it was 12:37. Almost an hour... wow.

"I'll be right out!" I called back, turning off the water. I stepped into the steam of the bathroom and rapped myself in a towel too short to leave anything to the imagination. I had no choice but to unlock the door to Malfoy's side before I left and I did. Any other day Malfoy would be patient for a few seconds to let me be on my way but just not today as he barged in as soon as he heard the door unlock. He almost trampled me to my death as I fell against the marble tiles. Hard.

Malfoy stood above me for a few seconds, almost unsure of what to do. I saw him take another few seconds to inspect me, in as what I described as my nothing-to-leave-to-the-imagination towel. It was okay though, as I took my moment to inspect him too. He was wearing nothing but his boxers as he was earlier in bed, leaving his toned chest bare. All of those seasons of quidditch definitely added up for him. Other than his chest were his arms and his legs and even his face. His handsome face...

WTF? His handsome face? Since when did I take notice of Malfoy of all people. First I end up in his bed, then I think he's handsome.

It's official, I've drank some brainwashing potion. Probably from Malfoy himself to think he's some Angelic creature sent from heaven.

I then realize I've been staring too long as I met his grey eyes that simply blinked. I felt myself flush pink in the cheeks and gathered myself. Standing up quickly, almost painfully, I picked up the clothes I had strewn across the bathroom and exited, locking the door back to my room. I let out a breath I had been holding and I had no idea why. I guess it was the anticipation if he would say anything, or I would say anything. Or maybe it was the fact that he saw me in my bare minimum.

Well...that was embarrassing.

Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed

'Cause we've been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
I'm a cold metal machine
And I'll do things you've never seen

As I got dressed, I started to think about where I had left off in remembering last night. So I was dancing and Malfoy asked me to dance with him. Then what happened after that? I tried my hardest to focus, but it was hard. If only Malfoy hadn't interrupted me. And now the only person that could answer my question was Malfoy.

In a hurry to get to the bottom of the mystery bothering my mind, I dressed into large shirt, I usually wear for sleeping since it did usually expose one shoulder or other, and a pair of shorts. I had already taken my hair out of my towel and let it dry naturally since it was doing a good job lately.

I padded across the room to the adjoined bathroom door and unlocked my side, hesitantly opening it to see if he was in there. Once I made sure he wasn't, I walked to the other side to his room door and knocked twice before opening it.

Wow. I had to walk in on him dressing. And for what else? Quidditch. He didn't seem in a hurry though as he turned to face me, but rather content. I guess it was a good time.

"Malfoy," I said simply, giving him a nod, in an attempt to be semi-adult about this.

He smirked his trademark smirk and I couldn't help but feel a little pissed off. Who did he think he was to all of a sudden deem himself better than me.

"Yes, Granger. What do you want?" He asked. There was air about him. As if he knew something I didn't and it really bothered me.

He casually sat down on his now made bed, causing the silk sheets to wrinkle around his weight.

"I was wondering... what happened last night after you asked me to dance." There, I laid it out. Plain and simple. But the smirk that grew on his face sent my heart racing. Did I really underestimate what I did in a drunken state?

"Well..." He started, "We danced. A bit more so than on the dance floor."

What in the name of hell was that supposed to mean?

"Don't you remember Granger? We danced in my bed." He gave a little chuckle that had me tooting steam from my ears.

I became so frustrated. Not because he was being completely immature about the fact that I remembered nothing about last night, but because I had underestimated what I did. And it was bothering me because no one ever underestimated Hermione Granger, not even Hermione Granger.

But, Oh Dear God, I just realized what he meant exactly.

And what they don't tell you in church is
Saints are sinners too.

Fu.ck, I had sex with Draco Malfoy.

-- Edited by storii on Saturday 26th of December 2009 02:51:49 PM