The ball was a mass of swirling colours. I’d given up hope of a dance long before the dance had begun; there was the down side to being a social recluse. I sidled over to my usual position; the bar. The progression of drinks began. After about ten glasses of who knows what I really needed to use the toilet. I stumbled gracefully across the room to the ladies lavatory.

There was a gaggle of younger Ministry employees round one of the mirrors. Words like Vapid and Shallow came to mind. I went into one of the cubicles and did my stuff whilst trying not to fall down the loo.


My head was now spinning, too much alcohol again, shame on me. But I could walk, that was important. I wandered out of the loos, feeling considerably lighter and walked straight into someone.

“Oh hey watch it, you okay?”

I really couldn’t make out much about him, tall, had a black mask on and was wearing a green velvet suit. I knew him, but from where I did not know.

“Drunk?” I asked slurring my words slightly, it was meant to be a question and statement at the same time but rarely does speech ever come out right when intoxicated.

“Yeah.” he said slurring slightly. He leaned his head into my neck and kissed my collar bone. I wrapped my body round him. Alcohol does funny things to people inhibitions.

There was a tight pressing feeling and we were in a dark room. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. The man picked me up in his arms and let me drop lightly onto the bed. He was naked and lovely, I was slightly out of things but I was still aware of him pressing himself onto me. Drunken pleasures were some time the best things I did, others not so.

I woke up; I was in a strange bed again.

Merlin I’m I whore. I thought as I looked around again, my head was throbbing a bit, but somehow I recognised the green and silver furnishings.

“MALFOY!!” I screamed,

“What?” he rolled over bleary eyed,

“You’ve done it again, you complete...augh!” he sat up and smiled at me like I was a child.

“Its fate, love.”

“Don’t call me love.” I nearly shouted again, I was not happy

“I’ll get you a key if we’re going to make a regular thing of this.” He was cruising for a punch in the face again.

I was just about to throw a really good snide retort at him, when I felt my stomach churning.

“Loo!” I shouted trying to keep myself from hurling all over his bed.

“Through the door,” he said looking startled. I ran for it, getting to the loo just in time.

I swilled my mouth out with some water and washed my face.

I walked back in to the room; Malfoy was now dress in a pair of tight fitting purple boxers.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a look genuine concern,

“Yeah, too much alcohol.” but at the same time there was a nagging thought at the back of my head and I was putting things together. I was late and I was never ever late, ever. And now I was stuck between a rock and a very hard place.

“I’ll get you a towel so you can have a shower, if you don’t apparate off again.” he smirked at me.

He had changed so much. From that little brat I had punched in my fourth year, to this gentleman (a word I thought I would never use concerning Draco Malfoy)

I let the warm water consume all my thoughts; it was lovely to feel clean and warm. I got out of the shower; he was standing just in front of the cubicle.

“What in the name of Merlin, Malfoy you push the limits!” I really wanted to slap him, but I thought that a little rude considering I was his guest. So instead I picked up a wet flannel that was draped over the railing in the shower and threw it at him.

“Oi, what was that for?”

“For being a peeping tom, you creep.” then the idiot picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”


“Do you want me to hurl on you?”

“I’ll take the risk,”

He pulled me round into his arms; he must have been strong as I weighed a fare bit.

“Granger for a second one night stand, you were good.”

“Aww aren’t you full of complements,” I kissed him on the cheek this was all meant in a sarcastic manner. “You have manners, so please put me down I’m almost dry.”

“Now that you have said that, I won’t.” he held me even tighter so I couldn’t wriggle out of his grasp, and took one step back into the shower. There was a gush of water and then I was soaked. I reached out to one of the knobs and turned it and the water went freezing. I screamed.

“You’re very attractive when you’re angry and soaking wet, oh and naked in my bathroom.” I gave him a look of sheer contempt.

“Towel please.” all the hairs on my body were standing up. He pulled the towels of the radiator and rapped me in one. It was fluffy and smelt faintly of vanilla and oranges. He picked me up again and carried me through to his bed room and set me on the end of his bed.

“Breakfast? I was going to offer you it last time but we didn’t get off to a good morning, you woke up in the wrong bed I guess.” he smirked,

I smiled and nodded, “You know my opinions of you are starting to change Malfoy, your more of a gentleman than I give you credit for.”

“But you are still a brat.” I added,

“You will have burnt toast for that. You can have one of my shirts and a pair of my shorts, there in the cupboard over there.” he pointed to a large door on the other side of the room “It wouldn’t be properly gentlemanly of me not to offer you clean clothes,” he walked off into the kitchen, his boxers still damp from the shower.

I tucked the towel round me and walked over to the cupboard. In side it was a medium sized room but on every wall there was shelving and all of his clothes were piled neatly in various compartments. I picked up a shirt nearest to me and then found a pair of green shorts on the next set of shelves.

I rolled the sleeves of the shirt up and used a shrinking charm on the waist band of the shorts, I looked respectable now. I walked back into the room, the smell of toast and scrambled egg was wafting through the open door. I walked through into a hall way and then into an open plan kitchen diner.


Malfoy was stood at the hob in just his boxers, I wanted to laugh so much but my manners stopped me.

“I hope you like egg?”

“Yeah smells good.” I sat down at the small table, the Daily Prophet was on laying on the table open on the second page, I flicked through the pages. There was nothing really interesting going on, which was good.

He placed a plate of toast and scrambled egg in front of me, it smelt good and I was starving. I hungrily ate the eggs; they were as good as they smelt. I finished the eggs and toast and sat staring out the window, while out of the corner of my eye I could see Malfoy eating. Suddenly there was another lurch in my stomach, and I ran for it. I made it again.

“I think I need to go to the Pharmacy.” I muttered after I had swilled my mouth out. There was a knock on the door.

“Are you sure your okay?” asked Malfoy as he opened the door to see me sat on the floor cross legged with my head resting against the wall next to the toilet.

I sat up “Yeah just a bit queasy I think,” that was I lie I was really unsure what was wrong with me.

“Are you sure your fine?”

“As long as I keep my head here for a bit and the world stops spinning yeah,”


We sat for a bit listening to the piping and then I decided that I should go home. I needed to clarify some things. I gathered my things together and departed.

let me know what you think,
whats wrong with Hermione?
Does she need to go to a shrink?
let me know

Hermionniny9 x

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