Drunk and Disorderly
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ashleyfanficTitle: Drunk and Disorderly
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Challenge: Hermione finds Draco drunk on her doorstep
Summary: Hermione has a series of encounters with a drunk Draco
Length: 20 pages - over 7,000 words
Author's notes: I so enjoyed writing this. I pretty much postponed everything else to write it. Also, shout outs to Gone with the Wind and slytherinlinzi for reading it and giving me her feedback. Greatly appreciated!
UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this years ago, but I decided to add it to H & V and went about editing it a bit to make it flow better and to take out all the sighing. It's way old, but it's sort of my favorite next to Beautiful Disaster, which is still a work in progress.
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She turned the page in her book; getting lost in the words of Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. She’d seen the movie several times and enjoyed it more than any other she’d ever watched. She got lost in the story of Scarlett finally coming to realize what she felt for Rhett, the only man who ever really loved her. His understanding and need to be with her over-riding his senses at times and made him accept several things that most men would never have. His love for Scarlett was all that kept him going at times and her obliviousness to it drove Hermione crazy.
But in reading the book, she came to realize that several things were changed from that of the movie. Scarlett was pregnant four times, not the two that the movie portrayed. She’d had three children and one miscarriage by the end of the book. And Bonnie’s death never ceased to bring tears to her eyes. It was tragic to Hermione.
She turned another page and that’s when she heard it. It was a soft thump at first, startling her a bit. She listened carefully for several minutes for the sound and when she heard nothing, she rationalized that it was nothing more than the wind blowing something against the door. But it happened again, and this time she closed her book and reached for her wand. She stood, allowing the book to fall to the floor as she crept closer to the door. She peeked out the peephole and saw nothing, but heard another thump against the door.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself as she opened it, and back fell Draco Malfoy, who had been leaning against the door where he sat. She sighed as his head hit the floor and he grimaced. “Ow,” he said softly, but he made no move to get up.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?”
“Lying down.”
She rolled her eyes. “I see that. Why are you laying in my doorway?”
“It’s where I fell.”
It was then that she realized that he was drunk. She shook her head. “Can you get up?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Try.”
He sat up and quickly brought his hands to his head. “Ow.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“I have indeed.” He rolled over onto all fours and did his best to stand. “Bourbon. A rather good drink,” he pushed past her and walked into her flat. She sighed and closed the door behind him. “This place is small.”
“What are you doing here?”
He turned to look at her. “What? You want me to leave in this condition?”
“You did this to yourself. Are you saying I should take pity on you?”
“Yes.”
She pushed him into one of the chairs of her dinette set and moved into the kitchen. “Why did you drink so much?”
“Why not?”
“Could you give me a real answer?”
He sighed. “Fine. Pansy kicked me out.”
She turned to look at him. “And that brought you here?”
He frowned. “You’re the only one I knew would be home.”
She turned on her coffee maker and sighed. “That doesn’t say much for me, now does it?”
“That wasn’t meant as an insult.”
“And how was it meant?”
He folded his arms on her table and rested his head on them. “I mean you are the only person around that would be willing to help sober me up and listen to me.”
She sighed as she moved to the table and sat across from him. “Why did Pansy kick you out?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t buy that.”
“Alright, so maybe she caught me cheating on her.”
“You were cheating on her?”
“Yeah. Pansy’s a horrible lay.”
She sighed. “No wonder she kicked you out.”
“She kicked me out of my house, though. Shouldn’t she have to leave?” She shrugged and he pouted. “Just as well though. I was growing tired of her neediness.”
“Wasn’t she always needy?”
“Yes, but it becomes too much very soon after you move in with someone. Before, I could just leave and nothing would be said. But I couldn’t escape from her. Whatever room I went into she followed me. It’s like she was a dog or something…” he waved a hand in the air, “which is fitting since she looked like one.”
She bit her lip as she stared at him. He was still the same arrogant spoiled prat she’d attended school with, only now they had some semblance of a friendship. Working together could often make strange friends. She sighed in the silence and he looked up at her, his grey eyes just as striking as they always had been. “Why did you stay with her for so long if you didn’t like being with her?”
He shrugged. “Because, I wasn’t alone.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. I don’t really like Pansy as a person. She’s whiny, superficial, self-centered, and annoying. There can only be one of those in a relationship and I was content with that person being myself. We’re far too alike for it to have ever worked out.” He sighed, “But at the end of the day, when work was through, there was someone waiting for me. I may not have liked her, but the thought was nice all the same.”
“So, your fear of being alone was what kept you with someone you didn’t like?”
He nodded. “It’s stupid. I know.”
She shook her head. “As twisted as it sounds, I understand it. What are you going to do, now?”
“About what?”
“About Pansy taking hostage of your house?” she questioned.
“Oh…” he shrugged. “She’ll leave eventually, I wager.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, the house elves will stop waiting on her. She’s far too abusive to them.”
“And you aren’t?”
“No. Most of them have been with my family for generations. They respect us. My father may have been a cold-hearted bastard to them, but my mother taught me to never ill-treat the hand that cooked my food. Sound policy, if you ask me.” He looked over at her with a bit of a smirk. “But that still leaves me with a rather large problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I have nowhere to sleep tonight.”
She tilted her head at him. “Is that supposed to be a subtle hint?”
“No. It was a glaringly-obvious hint.”
She sighed. “I have one bedroom.” He leered at her and she shook her head. “Don’t even think about it,” she said admonishingly.
“You can’t stop me from thinking about it.” He squeezed his eyes closed tightly. “Look, I’m thinking about it. Wow, Granger…didn’t know you were so…flexible.”
She smacked him on the arm. “Stop it. You can sleep on the couch if you have to, although, I’m sure you could afford a room somewhere.”
“I can’t Apparate in this condition.”
She shrugged on shoulder. “Then you get the couch.”
He sat up straight and smirked at her. “Afraid to share your bed with me?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t trust you in this condition.”
“Why is that?”
“Because, you’re far too friendly. I like the other Draco better. The one that’s cynical and snippy as opposed to the drunk and friendly person before me.”
He smiled. “I’m a nice drunk. I gave a homeless man five hundred galleon.”
“You’re not in the Wizarding world, here,” she reminded.
“So?”
“They don’t use galleons.”
He sighed. “Why did you have to ruin it? I thought I did a very nice thing.”
She heard the coffee maker in the kitchen and stood. She walked out of the room and into the kitchen, sighing as she poured him a cup of coffee and walked back into the room with Draco and set the mug in front of him. “Drink that. It might sober you up a bit.”
He looked into the black liquid and sneered at it. “I don’t want that.”
“Drink it or leave.”
He sighed and brought it to his nose. “It smells cheap.”
She rolled her eyes. “It is. Which means it is extra strong. Drink up.”
She sat across from him again and smiled at the look of disgust on his face when he sipped the black coffee. “Granger, that stuff is horrible.”
She nodded. “Which is why I don’t drink it.”
He looked up at her. “Then why have it?”
“Because I’ve had to nurse a very drunk Harry and Ron on several occasions.”
“The pissed seem to flock to you.”
“That they do.” She stood. “I’ll get blankets and things for you to sleep on the couch.”
He held up his hands. “Wait…wait. You really don’t trust me to share your bed.”
“No. I don’t. You wouldn’t hurt me, of that I’m sure, but the thought of you trying and my eventual giving into you with enough prodding, is not something I want to deal with.”
He smiled. “You’d eventually give in?”
She sighed. “You’re married.”
“Not for long.”
“But you’re still married, I’ve gone too long without a warm body, and I just don’t want to be faced with the mess in the morning. So you’re on the couch. Take it or leave it.”
“What mess?”
She frowned. “All the questions and doubts. I just don’t want to deal with that, if it’s all the same to you. We seem to have some semblance of a friendship here and I’d rather not tread on thin ice.”
He sighed. “You talk entirely too much.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’ve said. Several times,” she said before she walked into her bedroom and grabbed a blanket and a pillow. She took them out to him where he was still sitting at the table staring into the coffee. She tossed them both onto the couch then walked back to him. “You alright?”
He nodded. “Yeah. For the first time in a while I’m not worried about getting caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing.”
“Why did you marry Pansy? I mean, there must have been a lot of women who would have gladly married you.”
“Yeah, but when you can’t have the one you want it’s kind of pointless, right? Besides, my mother’s dying wish was for me to marry Pansy. She never said I had to stay married to her, just that I get married to her.”
She sighed. “You said something about the one you want but you can’t have. Why can’t you have her?”
He shook his head. “She’s so out of my league.”
“In what way?”
“She’s…incredible…smart, beautiful…” he heave a dramatic sigh, “but she hates me.”
“That’s not good.”
“No, it isn’t. Am I really that bad?”
“In what sense?”
“I mean, am I really that horrible of a person?”
“No. Aside from your temper, arrogance and annoying traits, you’re an alright person.”
He smirked. “Thanks Granger.”
She shook her head. “You’re not following me, here. All of those things make you the man you are. If she can’t appreciate them, then she doesn’t deserve you.”
“You’re giving me a pep talk. How did we get here?”
She shrugged. “No idea.”
He sighed. “So what’s your excuse?”
“For what?”
“Why are you alone?”
She sighed. “There are too many answers for that question.”
He smiled. “I’ll be drunk for a while.”
She frowned. “Because the thought of giving part of myself over to someone else scares me.”
“That’s a deep answer for one in the morning.”
“It’s an honest answer.”
He sighed. “You like having too much control.”
“I like things the way I like them.”
“Doesn’t that get lonely?”
She sighed. “Why are you suddenly so interested in me?”
“You were asking me questions. I can’t do the same?”
“No. You can’t.”
“Come on. Give a little.”
She sighed. “I’m far too career oriented to be in a relationship, and I’m fine with that.”
“But it does get lonely, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. It does,” she said softly as she looked down at her hands. “Are we about done here? Because I want to turn in and I can’t very well have you stumbling all over my flat destroying things.”
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
She frowned. “As you’ve mentioned it’s one in the morning.”
“I know. The night is young,” he said giving her a playful smirk.
She shook her head. “Don’t give me that look, it won’t work on me.”
“You’re far more jaded than I would like.”
“I suppose you’d want me simpering and eating out of the palm of your hand?”
He shook his head. “Hell no. I like a challenge.”
“Well, cross me off of your challenge list…I’m not one for playing games and I don’t like being thought of as a prize.”
“You’re no fun, Granger.”
“Sorry to ruin the chase for you.”
He shook his head. “Nonsense…only makes me more determined.”
“I’m asking you to just leave it alone and not do anything to try…”
“What are you afraid of?”
She sighed. “It’s far too late to be having this conversation.”
“I’d like to have it anyway.”
“And you honestly think you’ll remember it in the morning?”
He nodded, “You’d be surprised what I can remember after I’ve been drinking. I’m quite lucid.”
She smiled. “You’re so…”
“Charming? Sexy?”
“Annoying,” she shook her head. “I’d rather you not chase after me as if I was a piece of meat.”
“Why?”
“Because…we work together.”
“Only means we could have sex in more forbidden places,” he said giving her a wink.
She rolled her eyes. “And if it got…weird between us, we’d still have to see one another every day.”
“It’s just sex.”
“In my experience, it’s never just sex.”
“And what sort of experience is that?”
“None of your business.”
“So, you’ve never thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“What it would be like…you…me…between the sheets?”
She sighed. “No matter what I thought it would be like, the morning after is the part that always sticks out in my head.”
“What about it?”
“The part where you’re gone and I get nothing in return. And when I see you again you act like nothing had happened between us. At this point, I don’t think I could handle that kind of rejection.”
“You really think I would do that?”
“Yes.”
“That means a lot, Granger.”
“What would you like me to think? Tell me you haven’t done that before to some girl.”
He was silent for a few minutes, “What would make you think that you were just…some girl?”
“Aren’t I? I’d be just another warm body to cushion your fall from your failed marriage. And if we’re done here, I’m going to bed.”
“No need to get snippy.”
“No need?” She stood and put her hands on her hips, her eyes angry. “Why did you really come here? To ruin my good mood or to remind me that I’m pathetic because I can’t find someone to be with me and yet a git like you can.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why are you getting so angry? All I did was ask a few questions.”
She took a deep breath. “You can see where the couch is,” she turned and walked over to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. He stared at the white wood for several minutes before he stood. Before he could take a step, however, the room began spinning and he quickly sat down again. He put his head in his hands and waited for everything to settle down.
He took a deep breath and stood slowly. He turned and walked over to the couch but not before he nearly stumbled over the coffee table. He looked over at Hermione’s room then back to the coffee table. “Shhh.”
He sank onto the sofa and removed his shoes as he tugged his shirt out of his pants and tried to pull it over his head. He somehow managed, however, to get his head stuck in the shirtsleeve. The more he tugged, the farther into the sleeve his head went. A long sleeve shirt was not a good idea, he thought to himself.
“Granger!” he called, still trying to remove his head from the sleeve. When there was no response, he called again, “Granger, come help me.”
Inside her room, Hermione sighed as she pulled her white cotton nightgown over her head. It was only when he requested her help that she turned and walked to the door. She opened it, prepared to see him lying in the floor near the sofa, but stopped short when she saw his head was stuck the in the sleeve of his shirt. She tried, with all she had in her, not to laugh, but to no avail.
Her laughter filled the room and he rolled his eyes. “Could you help me and stop laughing?”
She was still in a fit of giggles when she moved over to help him pull the shirt over his head. She shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. “How did that happen?”
“I have no idea,” he said lying back on the couch. “I think it decided that it didn’t want to leave my body.”
“That or your big fat head couldn’t resist a chance to play tricks on you.”
“I don’t have a fat head.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I do not,” he whined.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you alright out here now? Can I go to sleep?”
He took a look at her in her nightgown. The hem was about mid thigh and flowed nicely over her body. He smirked. “Actually, why don’t you sleep out here with me?”
Give it up. It’s not going to happen.”
“Aw, come on, Granger,” he said as he sat up and ran his hands up her thighs. She pushed his hands away and shook her head.
She sighed. “I have no desire to deal with your bumbling…”
“Bumbling?”
“Yeah. In your condition I don’t think you’d be of much use to me.”
“You’d like to think that wouldn’t you?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips and he slouched on her sofa.
It was quite disarming for her to see him look so relaxed. If she didn’t know him at all, she’d think he was one of the sweetest, most endearing men on the planet. But she did know him and knew that he embodied all that she didn’t want in someone she was seeing. She cursed her bad luck that he had to show up on her doorstep drunk and asking for her to sleep with him. Had he been sober, she would have given it much more consideration before she turned him down. But even after a year and a half of not being with anyone, she found herself giving the sloshed Malfoy a second and third glance as she walked back to her room.
She paused in the doorway and turned back to him. “Sleep well, Malfoy.”
He nodded. “I’d sleep much better in a bed.”
“Then you can go find one.”
“I found one, but someone won’t let me in it.”
She gave a half-hearted chuckle. “And she won’t either.”
“You said with enough prodding you’d…”
She leaned against the doorframe. “Malfoy, I think it would be in both of our best interests if we just ended the conversation. Although, I have found the last two hours to be quite amusing.”
“Really? I thought you were mad at me?”
“No, last time I was mad at you, I slapped you.”
He rubbed his cheek where her hand had made contact. “I remember.”
“Night, Malfoy,” she said as she closed the door.
He smirked. “Night, Granger,” he said as he continued to rub his cheek.
*~*
Six Months Later
She flipped off her television as she stood and stretched. She reached for the hem of her jumper as she began walking towards her bedroom but stopped when she heard loud singing outside her door. She stopped halfway to the door and rolled her eyes when she realized who it was standing on the other side singing what sounded like an old Led Zeppelin song. She opened the door slowly, remembering what happened the last time he showed up at her flat drunk out of his mind.
She found him leaning against the wall, a bottle of tequila in his right hand and strangely enough, wearing no shoes. She raised her eyebrows at him, “Wanna whole lotta love,” he sang as he pushed past her and entered her flat. “Well, I see not much has changed since I was here last.”
She looked down to his bare feet. “Where are your shoes?”
He looked down as well. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I don’t know. I took them off.”
“And put them where?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I take off a lot of shoes.” She shut the door behind him and followed him into the parlor where he removed his jacket and placed the bottle of tequila on her mantle. He smiled, amused. “I’m drunk.”
“I see that.”
“But no…let me tell you why,” he said as he moved around the apartment, looking at the various pictures. “Did this place get smaller?”
She rolled her eyes. “Same size it’s always been. Why did you get drunk?”
He turned and looked at her. “Oh…” he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a folded up sheet of paper. “Here.”
She opened it and began reading. His divorce was final and he seemed to be happy about it. He actually seemed happy about everything. “This is why you’ve been drinking?”
“I thought I should celebrate.” He picked up the bottle. “Which is why I brought this. You can help me celebrate. I figure body shots are in order.”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Not going to happen.”
The pout he gave her was nothing compared to the complaining she received, “Oh, come on! I’ve been good. I’ve left you alone. I haven’t hit on you.”
“Right, you’ve basically pretended that I don’t exist since the last time you showed up here drunk off your arse.”
“Well…I thought you’d be mad at me.”
“Mad?”
“Because I kept trying to get into your knickers.” He smiled. “Speaking of which, what color are your knickers?”
She pushed him over to the couch. “Sit.”
“Oh…I like it when you tell me what to do,” he leered at her.
“Will you stop?”
“Only if you say please. Come on…beg for it.”
She chuckled. “You’re horrible.”
He frowned. “Am I really?”
She frowned. “You really think I would sleep with you while you’re drunk?”
“Why not? Are you saying you’d sleep with me if I was sober?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because…you’re you.”
“Who else would I be?”
“I mean…” she sighed and said, “I’ve explained all of this once before.”
He frowned. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“How?”
“You won’t give me what I want.”
“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you want.”
“I do, too.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Oh, and what do you want?”
He gave her an evil smirk as he allowed his eyes to roam over her body. “I want you to straddle me right now and let me take you.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Aww, but come on. I told you I knew what I wanted.”
She shook her head and smirked. “Sorry. No.”
He frowned and folded his arms over his chest. “But Granger…”
“Do you want to stay here on the sofa?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Hermione left him to walk into her bedroom. She removed a blanket and grabbed a pillow as she walked out of her room to find him asleep on the couch. She chuckled and shook her head. She placed the blanket over him and sighed as she made her way into her room. She needed distance from Draco at that moment. He was absolutely beautiful with the playful smile tugging at his lips in his sleep. It took telling herself several times not to straddle him and take him in his sleep. But she wouldn’t take advantage of him in his condition. Damn her morals.
*~*
Three Weeks Later
She rolled over onto her back as she heard a knock at her door. She looked over at the clock and groaned when she saw three thirty flashing at her. She threw her blanket off her body and walked over to the door. When she looked out the peephole, she found Draco being held up by two police officers. She opened the door and he smiled up at her. “Hello, Hermione!”
She looked to the two officers. “We don’t usually do this, but he made such a scene when we were driving by this place that we figured we’d see if you knew this guy.”
She sighed. “I do indeed. You can bring him in.”
He shook his head. “We would have taken him to the station but he started saying things about witches and wizards and we figured he was hallucinating.”
She nodded. “He does that when he gets drunk,” she said as she looked Draco over.
He smiled up at the officers. “I told you she knew me.” He ogled her in her nightgown. “Nice nightgown, Granger,” he said, trying to lift the hem, but she smacked his hand away.
“Are you sure you’re alright with him?” the officers asked wearily.
“Yeah. He usually finds me anyway when he’s like this.”
She walked both officers to the door as Draco hummed from the couch. She shut the door behind them and walked over to Draco who stared at her interestedly. “So, you’ve taken to getting yourself arrested?”
“I wasn’t arrested. I was picked up by the police. Nice chaps.”
She shook her head. “Why here? Why do you always come here?” she asked as she sat beside him, folding one leg beneath her as she faced him.
“Because, I like you. You’re the only one who seems to find me somewhat amusing. Not to mention I love your bedroom attire.” He smirked. “That nightgown is doing something for me.”
She shook her head. “Give it a rest, would you?”
He frowned. “Why is it that you don’t believe me when I tell you I want you?”
“Because you’re always drunk when you do.”
“That’s only because I can’t find the words when I’m sober,” he said as he placed his hand on her knee. She rolled her eyes but didn’t remove his hand. “I feel so stuffy most of the time that I don’t know how to relax and have fun.” He smiled over at her. “But when I’m like this, I can say anything.”
“I believe that.”
“Don’t you want me too? Even just a little bit?”
She smirked. “Not like this.”
“So, you do want me!”
“I may.”
“This is great news.”
“Why is it great news?”
“Because…you want me. I knew you did.”
She laughed. “You’re so…”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you like me like this.”
“Yes, well, you aren’t in your right mind to be having completely lucid thoughts.”
He smiled and inched his hand higher. “If I ever came to you, sober, would you consider sleeping with me?”
She rolled her eyes and moved his hand off her leg. “If that ever happened?”
“Yeah, if.”
“I would consider it.”
“But would you say yes?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He sighed. “Come on. I need a reason to show up here sober.”
She shook her head but gave him a smile. “I don’t know what I would do if you came here sober.”
“Me either.” He suddenly stood and walked to her bedroom. “I want to see the rest of the flat.” She stood and followed him to her bedroom where he found a large king sized bed. “Your bed is that big and you’ve been making me sleep on the sofa?”
“Yes.”
He looked over at her and smiled. “Probably a good idea. My hands like to roam,” he said, moving his arm around her waist to tickle her side. She giggled, and then elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow! Damn you’re violent!”
“You came here, not the other way around.”
He leered at her. “You could come here. Or right there,” he said pointing at her bed, “Hell, anywhere you want if you just gave me the chance.”
She shook her head. “You never give up.”
“Of course I don’t.”
“You should.”
“Why? You want me.”
She smiled. “I want a lot of things.”
“Why don’t you have any of those things?”
She shrugged. “Not enough initiative I guess.”
He sat on her bed and smiled up at her. “Take the initiative now.”
She shook her head. “If I was going to start, it wouldn’t be with you.”
“Why not?”
She smiled. “You’re far too drunk…”
“I see. You’re discriminating against me because I’m drunk. I don’t think that’s very fair.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that every time you get in this condition you come to my flat and hit on me with every breath you take.”
He smiled. “I enjoy your company.”
“No, you’ve just found a set of knickers you haven’t made your way into yet, and you aren’t giving up.”
He frowned. “I’m hurt by your opinion of me.”
“Are you really?”
“Yes. I come here out of the goodness of my heart…I know how lonely it gets. So, I’m here to remind you what it would be like if you had someone?”
“And who would that someone be? An alcoholic?”
“Hey…at least I’m a nice…”
“Yeah…yeah, you’re really nice. Showing up here all hours of the night, making passes at me…”
“You don’t want me to come here anymore?”
She looked at him for a few minutes and sighed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t, do you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s getting harder and harder to tell you ‘no’.”
“Then stop saying ‘no’.”
“I can’t.”
“You think entirely too much.”
“I think just enough to keep me out of trouble.”
He frowned and fell back on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. “You know what would look nice in this room?”
She put her hands on her hips, wondering if he was going to critique her decorating taste. “What?”
“You…me…naked in this bed,” he said as he lifted his head to smirk at her.
She couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “You’re incorrigible.”
“So, I’ve been told.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit on the bed beside him. “You want me.”
She smiled and answered, “You want me more.”
“This is probably true. Let me stay in the bed.”
She sighed. “No.”
“Why? I promise I won’t touch you.”
“I’m not taking your word on that.”
“Please. Don’t make me sleep on the sofa. I always trip over that coffee table trying to get to the loo.”
She shrugged. “Can’t help you.”
“Please,” he said pouting, poking his bottom lip out for dramatic effect.
She smirked. “As cute as that is, no.” He asked again and she moved her fingers through his pale locks. “I don’t think it’s a good idea…”
“I promise I won’t touch you. If I do…then you can hex me.”
She bit her lip as she stared down at him, his grey eyes like deep pools of liquid mercury as he smiled up at her playfully. She was getting in way over her head. She was beginning to enjoy his nightly visits, something she’d never admit to him, though.
“Fine. But if I feel your hand or any other body part, I won’t hesitate to hex your nose to the back of your head.”
His eyes widened a bit, clearly amazed at her abilities. “You can do that?”
“If I have to.”
He smiled. “A woman after my own heart,” he said as he kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt. He started to unfasten his pants and she cleared her throat. “What?”
“Leave those on,” she ordered.
“But…”
“No…pants stay on or you can take the sofa.”
He sighed. “You drive a hard bargain, but alright,” he said crawling into the bed.
She climbed into the bed beside him and rolled onto her side, facing away from him. He looked over at her back and smiled, wondering if she would really kick him out of her bed if he tried something. He rolled over to face her and smiled as he thought about reaching his arm across the bed and pulling her against him. That would certainly shock the hell out of her. His arm slid slowly over the mattress and stopped abruptly when he heard her voice. “Don’t even think about it.”
He sighed but smiled anyway. “You just watch, Granger. One of these days I’ll show up here sober.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Now, go to sleep Malfoy.”
“Night, Granger,” he whispered.
*~*
A few days later
The knock on her door startled her a bit. The first reason being that it was before midnight, and the second because Malfoy had promised the next day not to show up on her doorstep drunk again. She shook her head wondering what made her believe him.
She looked out the peephole and found him standing in front of the door. He wasn’t leaning against anything or being held up by anyone. He was standing on his own, which gave her pause to opening the door. But she took a deep breath and opened it slowly to reveal him smirking at her.
“Granger.”
“Malfoy.”
He pushed past her and looked around. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen this place and it hasn’t been spinning.” She said nothing, just watched him as he moved around her flat. He turned to look at her and she folded her arms over her chest, feeling self conscious under his scrutinizing gaze. “So…”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “So?”
“Let’s chat.”
“I didn’t think you were one to chat.”
“Well, we need to have a conversation and I’d like to keep it as carefree as possible. So, a chat is just that.”
She smirked at his rhyme. “Alright. You start.”
“I want to start off by apologizing for the way I’ve behaved. Showing up on your doorstep all hours of the night pissed out of my mind wasn’t fair to you. Neither were my constant attempts to get you into bed.”
She shook her head. “You’re apologizing for something that I didn’t find horrible.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You mean you didn’t care that I was trying to separate you from your knickers?”
She smiled. “No, I didn’t mind that you came here. Better here than wondering the streets.”
“Oh, and the other part?”
She sat on her sofa. “I have mixed emotions about. On one hand, I was happy that you had thought about it, and on the other insulted because you were trying to take advantage of my hospitality.”
He sat beside her. “You realize, of course, that people tend to say the things they really think when they’re drunk. Alcohol makes you a more honest person.”
“And?”
“And…I wouldn’t have come on to you if I…didn’t want to anyway.”
She shook her head. “You never have before, and so I just took it as your drunk rambling.”
He shrugged. “A bit of it was. But every attempt I made was genuine.”
“Well…uh…”
He stood and walked around her apartment, staring at the far wall as he began speaking again, “It’s hard, you know? Knowing what you’ve wanted for so long and never having the courage to take the initiative and get it. For years…I never felt good enough or felt like you could trust me enough to think of me in any other way than the spoiled prat that used to torment you.” He turned to look at her and found that she was staring at him a bit wide eyed. “I was afraid that you would think that it was all a joke or that I was trying to get at Potter through you.” He sighed and shook his head as he continued, “And then you got together with Weasley and I knew I had lost any opportunity I might have had, which is why I married Pansy. I figured I was going to be miserable anyway, why not be miserable with someone who worshipped me?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “Malfoy…I…”
He moved around to sit on the coffee table in front of her. “Is it really that hard to believe?”
She nodded. “You’ve always been mean to me.”
“Defense mechanism.”
“Defense against what?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I had…I had to distance myself from you. Tell myself that there was no point because it would never have worked out. We’re far too different.”
She nodded. “We are.”
He sighed. “It’s just that I don’t care anymore.”
“Care about what?”
“About the differences. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You’re the forbidden and…knowing that I can’t have you makes me want you more. But then…you said you wanted me…I had to give it a shot.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand any of this.”
“Let me sum it up for you. I want you. I’ve wanted you for years, for so long, in fact, that I don’t remember ever not wanting you. So, here I am, sober as I can get, telling you this in hopes that you’ll drop the scared little kitten act and give in to what you want.”
She bit her lip. “And the morning?”
“What about it?”
“Will I wake up to find you gone?”
He leaned forward. “Take the chance.”
She bit her lip before she leaned in and tentatively brushed her lips against his, her hands still in her lap. It was just a soft brushing at first, getting used to the idea that she was kissing Draco Malfoy, but she wasn’t sure that she would have enough time to process that fact. He moved off the table and knelt in the floor in front of her as his hands made their way around her body. He released her lips and made a slow trail along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled softly on the lobe.
“I want you,” he breathed against her skin.
She shivered in response to him as her hands moved up to unfasten the cloak he was wearing. His hands moved over her back, then untucked the shirt she’d been wearing. It would amaze her later how quickly they managed to remove their clothing. She sighed as he covered her body with his in the space between the sofa and the coffee table.
Her little mewls of pleasure echoed off the walls as his lips traced the contours of her body. Her thrashing and soft urging directing him to all the places that could make her shiver. And as his lips drifted across her flat stomach, she lifted her head to look down at him, finding his grey eyes watching her intently. When she felt his hand moving along her thigh then up to her hot core she nearly screamed at him to move faster.
His tongue flicked over her bellybutton a few times, teasing her, a promise of things to come as he quickly dipped down, and that’s when it happened. That’s when her entire world turned to black and she came as his tongue touched her clit. This, however, didn’t seem to stop him from his explorations. In fact, he drove his tongue inside of her as both hands held her steady. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except his tongue, and she knew that if he stopped, she’d crumble into a million pieces, she’d swear to it.
When he slipped a finger inside her she grasped the leg of the table and the sounds of it scrapping against the hardwood floor filled the room as she moved her body against his probing finger. “Draco,” she moaned loudly as he slid two more inside her. Her panting and the way her other hand gripped the back of his head told him that she was close again, and when he began tracing the letters of his name over her clit, her body shuddered as she screamed his name, begging him to never stop.
A few minutes later, he emerged from between her legs, dragging his lips up her body, taking time to stop and tease her beasts. She sighed, delighted by the flicking of his tongue as her hands moved through his blonde hair. “Draco,” she hissed.
He moved swiftly and kissed her, sliding his skilled tongue into her mouth. He pulled away from her and before she knew what had happened he had her bent slightly over the sofa and was positioning himself behind her. He kneed her legs farther apart as he nibbled along her shoulder and positioned himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust he pushed inside of her, both groaning.
His hands moved over her hips then slid up her body and cupped her breasts in his hands. The slight pain from the pinching of her nipples made her move against him harder, faster. Their movements were frantic, rushing to get to their climaxes as soon as possible. She was panting now as she dug her nails into his thighs, receiving a low growl from him as he pumped into her harder. She was sure she was going to be split in two, but logical thinking had ceased her and all that mattered was Draco.
His fingers skimmed down her stomach and slipped beneath the nest of brown curls, making circular motions over her clit, and that was all it took. She shivered in his arms, calling out his name as he thrust into her a few more times. The growl he released when he came made her shiver as his arms tightened around her. He rested his head on her shoulder as she slumped against the sofa. She took several deep breaths as she lifted her hand to rub over his blonde hair.
She turned in his arms and kissed him softly, her hands reaching up to capture his face in her hands. The rest of the night was just as eventful. He took her anywhere he could, and she was sure her flat showed the signs of that. She knew, for a fact, that the pictures that hung on the wall beside her bedroom door were now gone due to her knocking them off during one session against that wall. The chairs of her dining room table lay turned over after a round, or two, on her expensive table.
As for her bedroom, several pillows laid in the floor, the heavy blanket alongside it. Her alarm clock was hanging by its cord from her nightstand where she was sure someone’s foot had come in contact with it. And if someone were to look closely at the bed, they’d see a purple scarf between the slats of the headboard and an empty bottle of chocolate sauce resting in her floor. She’d delighted in licking the sticky substance from his body, all the while her name being moaned from his beautiful lips. And sometime right before the sun rose they’d both collapsed beside one another in a heap of exhaustion.
*~*
The following afternoon
Her eyes fluttered open slowly as soft light filtered in through her window. She gave a soft sigh as she stretched, feeling exhaustion sweep through her body. Only when she realized that she was naked did she remember the night before. She’d had sex with Draco Malfoy. She didn’t feel his presence behind her and knew that if she rolled over he’d be gone. She tried to hold back her tears, but it didn’t work. They were soon streaming down her face onto her pillow, when suddenly the bed shifted and an arm wrapped around her body.
A soft groan filled the room as she felt soft lips pressing against her shoulder. “Afternoon,” he said softly. She rolled onto her back to look at him and he seemed taken aback at the tears in her eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“I…you were gone,” she said softly.
He shook his head. “I had to go to the loo,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You thought I left,” he said softly.
“When I woke up and you weren’t beside me…”
He shook his head. “I have no intention of going anywhere. And it being Saturday, I think we should stay in bed all day.”
“You do?” she asked with a slight smile, wiping away the tears.
“I do. Can you think of something else you’d rather do?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He nibbled along her collarbone. “Good.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you’re still here,” she admitted.
He smirked. “What can I say? You’re rather good company.”
She chuckled, “I’ll bet.”
“No…no, let’s look at the evidence. You didn’t kick me out when I was drunk; in fact, you let me sleep it off here. You didn’t tell me to get the hell out and not come back, if anything your hospitable disposition led me back here over and over again.” He sighed. “And then there’s the other thing.”
“What other thing?”
“You’re all I’ve wanted for a long time.”
*~*
The End
Author:
ashleyfanficChallenge: Hermione finds Draco drunk on her doorstep
Summary: Hermione has a series of encounters with a drunk Draco
Length: 20 pages - over 7,000 words
Author's notes: I so enjoyed writing this. I pretty much postponed everything else to write it. Also, shout outs to Gone with the Wind and slytherinlinzi for reading it and giving me her feedback. Greatly appreciated!
UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this years ago, but I decided to add it to H & V and went about editing it a bit to make it flow better and to take out all the sighing. It's way old, but it's sort of my favorite next to Beautiful Disaster, which is still a work in progress.
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She turned the page in her book; getting lost in the words of Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. She’d seen the movie several times and enjoyed it more than any other she’d ever watched. She got lost in the story of Scarlett finally coming to realize what she felt for Rhett, the only man who ever really loved her. His understanding and need to be with her over-riding his senses at times and made him accept several things that most men would never have. His love for Scarlett was all that kept him going at times and her obliviousness to it drove Hermione crazy.
But in reading the book, she came to realize that several things were changed from that of the movie. Scarlett was pregnant four times, not the two that the movie portrayed. She’d had three children and one miscarriage by the end of the book. And Bonnie’s death never ceased to bring tears to her eyes. It was tragic to Hermione.
She turned another page and that’s when she heard it. It was a soft thump at first, startling her a bit. She listened carefully for several minutes for the sound and when she heard nothing, she rationalized that it was nothing more than the wind blowing something against the door. But it happened again, and this time she closed her book and reached for her wand. She stood, allowing the book to fall to the floor as she crept closer to the door. She peeked out the peephole and saw nothing, but heard another thump against the door.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself as she opened it, and back fell Draco Malfoy, who had been leaning against the door where he sat. She sighed as his head hit the floor and he grimaced. “Ow,” he said softly, but he made no move to get up.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?”
“Lying down.”
She rolled her eyes. “I see that. Why are you laying in my doorway?”
“It’s where I fell.”
It was then that she realized that he was drunk. She shook her head. “Can you get up?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Try.”
He sat up and quickly brought his hands to his head. “Ow.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“I have indeed.” He rolled over onto all fours and did his best to stand. “Bourbon. A rather good drink,” he pushed past her and walked into her flat. She sighed and closed the door behind him. “This place is small.”
“What are you doing here?”
He turned to look at her. “What? You want me to leave in this condition?”
“You did this to yourself. Are you saying I should take pity on you?”
“Yes.”
She pushed him into one of the chairs of her dinette set and moved into the kitchen. “Why did you drink so much?”
“Why not?”
“Could you give me a real answer?”
He sighed. “Fine. Pansy kicked me out.”
She turned to look at him. “And that brought you here?”
He frowned. “You’re the only one I knew would be home.”
She turned on her coffee maker and sighed. “That doesn’t say much for me, now does it?”
“That wasn’t meant as an insult.”
“And how was it meant?”
He folded his arms on her table and rested his head on them. “I mean you are the only person around that would be willing to help sober me up and listen to me.”
She sighed as she moved to the table and sat across from him. “Why did Pansy kick you out?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t buy that.”
“Alright, so maybe she caught me cheating on her.”
“You were cheating on her?”
“Yeah. Pansy’s a horrible lay.”
She sighed. “No wonder she kicked you out.”
“She kicked me out of my house, though. Shouldn’t she have to leave?” She shrugged and he pouted. “Just as well though. I was growing tired of her neediness.”
“Wasn’t she always needy?”
“Yes, but it becomes too much very soon after you move in with someone. Before, I could just leave and nothing would be said. But I couldn’t escape from her. Whatever room I went into she followed me. It’s like she was a dog or something…” he waved a hand in the air, “which is fitting since she looked like one.”
She bit her lip as she stared at him. He was still the same arrogant spoiled prat she’d attended school with, only now they had some semblance of a friendship. Working together could often make strange friends. She sighed in the silence and he looked up at her, his grey eyes just as striking as they always had been. “Why did you stay with her for so long if you didn’t like being with her?”
He shrugged. “Because, I wasn’t alone.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. I don’t really like Pansy as a person. She’s whiny, superficial, self-centered, and annoying. There can only be one of those in a relationship and I was content with that person being myself. We’re far too alike for it to have ever worked out.” He sighed, “But at the end of the day, when work was through, there was someone waiting for me. I may not have liked her, but the thought was nice all the same.”
“So, your fear of being alone was what kept you with someone you didn’t like?”
He nodded. “It’s stupid. I know.”
She shook her head. “As twisted as it sounds, I understand it. What are you going to do, now?”
“About what?”
“About Pansy taking hostage of your house?” she questioned.
“Oh…” he shrugged. “She’ll leave eventually, I wager.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, the house elves will stop waiting on her. She’s far too abusive to them.”
“And you aren’t?”
“No. Most of them have been with my family for generations. They respect us. My father may have been a cold-hearted bastard to them, but my mother taught me to never ill-treat the hand that cooked my food. Sound policy, if you ask me.” He looked over at her with a bit of a smirk. “But that still leaves me with a rather large problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I have nowhere to sleep tonight.”
She tilted her head at him. “Is that supposed to be a subtle hint?”
“No. It was a glaringly-obvious hint.”
She sighed. “I have one bedroom.” He leered at her and she shook her head. “Don’t even think about it,” she said admonishingly.
“You can’t stop me from thinking about it.” He squeezed his eyes closed tightly. “Look, I’m thinking about it. Wow, Granger…didn’t know you were so…flexible.”
She smacked him on the arm. “Stop it. You can sleep on the couch if you have to, although, I’m sure you could afford a room somewhere.”
“I can’t Apparate in this condition.”
She shrugged on shoulder. “Then you get the couch.”
He sat up straight and smirked at her. “Afraid to share your bed with me?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t trust you in this condition.”
“Why is that?”
“Because, you’re far too friendly. I like the other Draco better. The one that’s cynical and snippy as opposed to the drunk and friendly person before me.”
He smiled. “I’m a nice drunk. I gave a homeless man five hundred galleon.”
“You’re not in the Wizarding world, here,” she reminded.
“So?”
“They don’t use galleons.”
He sighed. “Why did you have to ruin it? I thought I did a very nice thing.”
She heard the coffee maker in the kitchen and stood. She walked out of the room and into the kitchen, sighing as she poured him a cup of coffee and walked back into the room with Draco and set the mug in front of him. “Drink that. It might sober you up a bit.”
He looked into the black liquid and sneered at it. “I don’t want that.”
“Drink it or leave.”
He sighed and brought it to his nose. “It smells cheap.”
She rolled her eyes. “It is. Which means it is extra strong. Drink up.”
She sat across from him again and smiled at the look of disgust on his face when he sipped the black coffee. “Granger, that stuff is horrible.”
She nodded. “Which is why I don’t drink it.”
He looked up at her. “Then why have it?”
“Because I’ve had to nurse a very drunk Harry and Ron on several occasions.”
“The pissed seem to flock to you.”
“That they do.” She stood. “I’ll get blankets and things for you to sleep on the couch.”
He held up his hands. “Wait…wait. You really don’t trust me to share your bed.”
“No. I don’t. You wouldn’t hurt me, of that I’m sure, but the thought of you trying and my eventual giving into you with enough prodding, is not something I want to deal with.”
He smiled. “You’d eventually give in?”
She sighed. “You’re married.”
“Not for long.”
“But you’re still married, I’ve gone too long without a warm body, and I just don’t want to be faced with the mess in the morning. So you’re on the couch. Take it or leave it.”
“What mess?”
She frowned. “All the questions and doubts. I just don’t want to deal with that, if it’s all the same to you. We seem to have some semblance of a friendship here and I’d rather not tread on thin ice.”
He sighed. “You talk entirely too much.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’ve said. Several times,” she said before she walked into her bedroom and grabbed a blanket and a pillow. She took them out to him where he was still sitting at the table staring into the coffee. She tossed them both onto the couch then walked back to him. “You alright?”
He nodded. “Yeah. For the first time in a while I’m not worried about getting caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing.”
“Why did you marry Pansy? I mean, there must have been a lot of women who would have gladly married you.”
“Yeah, but when you can’t have the one you want it’s kind of pointless, right? Besides, my mother’s dying wish was for me to marry Pansy. She never said I had to stay married to her, just that I get married to her.”
She sighed. “You said something about the one you want but you can’t have. Why can’t you have her?”
He shook his head. “She’s so out of my league.”
“In what way?”
“She’s…incredible…smart, beautiful…” he heave a dramatic sigh, “but she hates me.”
“That’s not good.”
“No, it isn’t. Am I really that bad?”
“In what sense?”
“I mean, am I really that horrible of a person?”
“No. Aside from your temper, arrogance and annoying traits, you’re an alright person.”
He smirked. “Thanks Granger.”
She shook her head. “You’re not following me, here. All of those things make you the man you are. If she can’t appreciate them, then she doesn’t deserve you.”
“You’re giving me a pep talk. How did we get here?”
She shrugged. “No idea.”
He sighed. “So what’s your excuse?”
“For what?”
“Why are you alone?”
She sighed. “There are too many answers for that question.”
He smiled. “I’ll be drunk for a while.”
She frowned. “Because the thought of giving part of myself over to someone else scares me.”
“That’s a deep answer for one in the morning.”
“It’s an honest answer.”
He sighed. “You like having too much control.”
“I like things the way I like them.”
“Doesn’t that get lonely?”
She sighed. “Why are you suddenly so interested in me?”
“You were asking me questions. I can’t do the same?”
“No. You can’t.”
“Come on. Give a little.”
She sighed. “I’m far too career oriented to be in a relationship, and I’m fine with that.”
“But it does get lonely, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. It does,” she said softly as she looked down at her hands. “Are we about done here? Because I want to turn in and I can’t very well have you stumbling all over my flat destroying things.”
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
She frowned. “As you’ve mentioned it’s one in the morning.”
“I know. The night is young,” he said giving her a playful smirk.
She shook her head. “Don’t give me that look, it won’t work on me.”
“You’re far more jaded than I would like.”
“I suppose you’d want me simpering and eating out of the palm of your hand?”
He shook his head. “Hell no. I like a challenge.”
“Well, cross me off of your challenge list…I’m not one for playing games and I don’t like being thought of as a prize.”
“You’re no fun, Granger.”
“Sorry to ruin the chase for you.”
He shook his head. “Nonsense…only makes me more determined.”
“I’m asking you to just leave it alone and not do anything to try…”
“What are you afraid of?”
She sighed. “It’s far too late to be having this conversation.”
“I’d like to have it anyway.”
“And you honestly think you’ll remember it in the morning?”
He nodded, “You’d be surprised what I can remember after I’ve been drinking. I’m quite lucid.”
She smiled. “You’re so…”
“Charming? Sexy?”
“Annoying,” she shook her head. “I’d rather you not chase after me as if I was a piece of meat.”
“Why?”
“Because…we work together.”
“Only means we could have sex in more forbidden places,” he said giving her a wink.
She rolled her eyes. “And if it got…weird between us, we’d still have to see one another every day.”
“It’s just sex.”
“In my experience, it’s never just sex.”
“And what sort of experience is that?”
“None of your business.”
“So, you’ve never thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“What it would be like…you…me…between the sheets?”
She sighed. “No matter what I thought it would be like, the morning after is the part that always sticks out in my head.”
“What about it?”
“The part where you’re gone and I get nothing in return. And when I see you again you act like nothing had happened between us. At this point, I don’t think I could handle that kind of rejection.”
“You really think I would do that?”
“Yes.”
“That means a lot, Granger.”
“What would you like me to think? Tell me you haven’t done that before to some girl.”
He was silent for a few minutes, “What would make you think that you were just…some girl?”
“Aren’t I? I’d be just another warm body to cushion your fall from your failed marriage. And if we’re done here, I’m going to bed.”
“No need to get snippy.”
“No need?” She stood and put her hands on her hips, her eyes angry. “Why did you really come here? To ruin my good mood or to remind me that I’m pathetic because I can’t find someone to be with me and yet a git like you can.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why are you getting so angry? All I did was ask a few questions.”
She took a deep breath. “You can see where the couch is,” she turned and walked over to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. He stared at the white wood for several minutes before he stood. Before he could take a step, however, the room began spinning and he quickly sat down again. He put his head in his hands and waited for everything to settle down.
He took a deep breath and stood slowly. He turned and walked over to the couch but not before he nearly stumbled over the coffee table. He looked over at Hermione’s room then back to the coffee table. “Shhh.”
He sank onto the sofa and removed his shoes as he tugged his shirt out of his pants and tried to pull it over his head. He somehow managed, however, to get his head stuck in the shirtsleeve. The more he tugged, the farther into the sleeve his head went. A long sleeve shirt was not a good idea, he thought to himself.
“Granger!” he called, still trying to remove his head from the sleeve. When there was no response, he called again, “Granger, come help me.”
Inside her room, Hermione sighed as she pulled her white cotton nightgown over her head. It was only when he requested her help that she turned and walked to the door. She opened it, prepared to see him lying in the floor near the sofa, but stopped short when she saw his head was stuck the in the sleeve of his shirt. She tried, with all she had in her, not to laugh, but to no avail.
Her laughter filled the room and he rolled his eyes. “Could you help me and stop laughing?”
She was still in a fit of giggles when she moved over to help him pull the shirt over his head. She shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. “How did that happen?”
“I have no idea,” he said lying back on the couch. “I think it decided that it didn’t want to leave my body.”
“That or your big fat head couldn’t resist a chance to play tricks on you.”
“I don’t have a fat head.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I do not,” he whined.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you alright out here now? Can I go to sleep?”
He took a look at her in her nightgown. The hem was about mid thigh and flowed nicely over her body. He smirked. “Actually, why don’t you sleep out here with me?”
Give it up. It’s not going to happen.”
“Aw, come on, Granger,” he said as he sat up and ran his hands up her thighs. She pushed his hands away and shook her head.
She sighed. “I have no desire to deal with your bumbling…”
“Bumbling?”
“Yeah. In your condition I don’t think you’d be of much use to me.”
“You’d like to think that wouldn’t you?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips and he slouched on her sofa.
It was quite disarming for her to see him look so relaxed. If she didn’t know him at all, she’d think he was one of the sweetest, most endearing men on the planet. But she did know him and knew that he embodied all that she didn’t want in someone she was seeing. She cursed her bad luck that he had to show up on her doorstep drunk and asking for her to sleep with him. Had he been sober, she would have given it much more consideration before she turned him down. But even after a year and a half of not being with anyone, she found herself giving the sloshed Malfoy a second and third glance as she walked back to her room.
She paused in the doorway and turned back to him. “Sleep well, Malfoy.”
He nodded. “I’d sleep much better in a bed.”
“Then you can go find one.”
“I found one, but someone won’t let me in it.”
She gave a half-hearted chuckle. “And she won’t either.”
“You said with enough prodding you’d…”
She leaned against the doorframe. “Malfoy, I think it would be in both of our best interests if we just ended the conversation. Although, I have found the last two hours to be quite amusing.”
“Really? I thought you were mad at me?”
“No, last time I was mad at you, I slapped you.”
He rubbed his cheek where her hand had made contact. “I remember.”
“Night, Malfoy,” she said as she closed the door.
He smirked. “Night, Granger,” he said as he continued to rub his cheek.
*~*
Six Months Later
She flipped off her television as she stood and stretched. She reached for the hem of her jumper as she began walking towards her bedroom but stopped when she heard loud singing outside her door. She stopped halfway to the door and rolled her eyes when she realized who it was standing on the other side singing what sounded like an old Led Zeppelin song. She opened the door slowly, remembering what happened the last time he showed up at her flat drunk out of his mind.
She found him leaning against the wall, a bottle of tequila in his right hand and strangely enough, wearing no shoes. She raised her eyebrows at him, “Wanna whole lotta love,” he sang as he pushed past her and entered her flat. “Well, I see not much has changed since I was here last.”
She looked down to his bare feet. “Where are your shoes?”
He looked down as well. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I don’t know. I took them off.”
“And put them where?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I take off a lot of shoes.” She shut the door behind him and followed him into the parlor where he removed his jacket and placed the bottle of tequila on her mantle. He smiled, amused. “I’m drunk.”
“I see that.”
“But no…let me tell you why,” he said as he moved around the apartment, looking at the various pictures. “Did this place get smaller?”
She rolled her eyes. “Same size it’s always been. Why did you get drunk?”
He turned and looked at her. “Oh…” he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a folded up sheet of paper. “Here.”
She opened it and began reading. His divorce was final and he seemed to be happy about it. He actually seemed happy about everything. “This is why you’ve been drinking?”
“I thought I should celebrate.” He picked up the bottle. “Which is why I brought this. You can help me celebrate. I figure body shots are in order.”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Not going to happen.”
The pout he gave her was nothing compared to the complaining she received, “Oh, come on! I’ve been good. I’ve left you alone. I haven’t hit on you.”
“Right, you’ve basically pretended that I don’t exist since the last time you showed up here drunk off your arse.”
“Well…I thought you’d be mad at me.”
“Mad?”
“Because I kept trying to get into your knickers.” He smiled. “Speaking of which, what color are your knickers?”
She pushed him over to the couch. “Sit.”
“Oh…I like it when you tell me what to do,” he leered at her.
“Will you stop?”
“Only if you say please. Come on…beg for it.”
She chuckled. “You’re horrible.”
He frowned. “Am I really?”
She frowned. “You really think I would sleep with you while you’re drunk?”
“Why not? Are you saying you’d sleep with me if I was sober?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because…you’re you.”
“Who else would I be?”
“I mean…” she sighed and said, “I’ve explained all of this once before.”
He frowned. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“How?”
“You won’t give me what I want.”
“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you want.”
“I do, too.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Oh, and what do you want?”
He gave her an evil smirk as he allowed his eyes to roam over her body. “I want you to straddle me right now and let me take you.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Aww, but come on. I told you I knew what I wanted.”
She shook her head and smirked. “Sorry. No.”
He frowned and folded his arms over his chest. “But Granger…”
“Do you want to stay here on the sofa?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Hermione left him to walk into her bedroom. She removed a blanket and grabbed a pillow as she walked out of her room to find him asleep on the couch. She chuckled and shook her head. She placed the blanket over him and sighed as she made her way into her room. She needed distance from Draco at that moment. He was absolutely beautiful with the playful smile tugging at his lips in his sleep. It took telling herself several times not to straddle him and take him in his sleep. But she wouldn’t take advantage of him in his condition. Damn her morals.
*~*
Three Weeks Later
She rolled over onto her back as she heard a knock at her door. She looked over at the clock and groaned when she saw three thirty flashing at her. She threw her blanket off her body and walked over to the door. When she looked out the peephole, she found Draco being held up by two police officers. She opened the door and he smiled up at her. “Hello, Hermione!”
She looked to the two officers. “We don’t usually do this, but he made such a scene when we were driving by this place that we figured we’d see if you knew this guy.”
She sighed. “I do indeed. You can bring him in.”
He shook his head. “We would have taken him to the station but he started saying things about witches and wizards and we figured he was hallucinating.”
She nodded. “He does that when he gets drunk,” she said as she looked Draco over.
He smiled up at the officers. “I told you she knew me.” He ogled her in her nightgown. “Nice nightgown, Granger,” he said, trying to lift the hem, but she smacked his hand away.
“Are you sure you’re alright with him?” the officers asked wearily.
“Yeah. He usually finds me anyway when he’s like this.”
She walked both officers to the door as Draco hummed from the couch. She shut the door behind them and walked over to Draco who stared at her interestedly. “So, you’ve taken to getting yourself arrested?”
“I wasn’t arrested. I was picked up by the police. Nice chaps.”
She shook her head. “Why here? Why do you always come here?” she asked as she sat beside him, folding one leg beneath her as she faced him.
“Because, I like you. You’re the only one who seems to find me somewhat amusing. Not to mention I love your bedroom attire.” He smirked. “That nightgown is doing something for me.”
She shook her head. “Give it a rest, would you?”
He frowned. “Why is it that you don’t believe me when I tell you I want you?”
“Because you’re always drunk when you do.”
“That’s only because I can’t find the words when I’m sober,” he said as he placed his hand on her knee. She rolled her eyes but didn’t remove his hand. “I feel so stuffy most of the time that I don’t know how to relax and have fun.” He smiled over at her. “But when I’m like this, I can say anything.”
“I believe that.”
“Don’t you want me too? Even just a little bit?”
She smirked. “Not like this.”
“So, you do want me!”
“I may.”
“This is great news.”
“Why is it great news?”
“Because…you want me. I knew you did.”
She laughed. “You’re so…”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you like me like this.”
“Yes, well, you aren’t in your right mind to be having completely lucid thoughts.”
He smiled and inched his hand higher. “If I ever came to you, sober, would you consider sleeping with me?”
She rolled her eyes and moved his hand off her leg. “If that ever happened?”
“Yeah, if.”
“I would consider it.”
“But would you say yes?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He sighed. “Come on. I need a reason to show up here sober.”
She shook her head but gave him a smile. “I don’t know what I would do if you came here sober.”
“Me either.” He suddenly stood and walked to her bedroom. “I want to see the rest of the flat.” She stood and followed him to her bedroom where he found a large king sized bed. “Your bed is that big and you’ve been making me sleep on the sofa?”
“Yes.”
He looked over at her and smiled. “Probably a good idea. My hands like to roam,” he said, moving his arm around her waist to tickle her side. She giggled, and then elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow! Damn you’re violent!”
“You came here, not the other way around.”
He leered at her. “You could come here. Or right there,” he said pointing at her bed, “Hell, anywhere you want if you just gave me the chance.”
She shook her head. “You never give up.”
“Of course I don’t.”
“You should.”
“Why? You want me.”
She smiled. “I want a lot of things.”
“Why don’t you have any of those things?”
She shrugged. “Not enough initiative I guess.”
He sat on her bed and smiled up at her. “Take the initiative now.”
She shook her head. “If I was going to start, it wouldn’t be with you.”
“Why not?”
She smiled. “You’re far too drunk…”
“I see. You’re discriminating against me because I’m drunk. I don’t think that’s very fair.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that every time you get in this condition you come to my flat and hit on me with every breath you take.”
He smiled. “I enjoy your company.”
“No, you’ve just found a set of knickers you haven’t made your way into yet, and you aren’t giving up.”
He frowned. “I’m hurt by your opinion of me.”
“Are you really?”
“Yes. I come here out of the goodness of my heart…I know how lonely it gets. So, I’m here to remind you what it would be like if you had someone?”
“And who would that someone be? An alcoholic?”
“Hey…at least I’m a nice…”
“Yeah…yeah, you’re really nice. Showing up here all hours of the night, making passes at me…”
“You don’t want me to come here anymore?”
She looked at him for a few minutes and sighed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t, do you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s getting harder and harder to tell you ‘no’.”
“Then stop saying ‘no’.”
“I can’t.”
“You think entirely too much.”
“I think just enough to keep me out of trouble.”
He frowned and fell back on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. “You know what would look nice in this room?”
She put her hands on her hips, wondering if he was going to critique her decorating taste. “What?”
“You…me…naked in this bed,” he said as he lifted his head to smirk at her.
She couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “You’re incorrigible.”
“So, I’ve been told.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit on the bed beside him. “You want me.”
She smiled and answered, “You want me more.”
“This is probably true. Let me stay in the bed.”
She sighed. “No.”
“Why? I promise I won’t touch you.”
“I’m not taking your word on that.”
“Please. Don’t make me sleep on the sofa. I always trip over that coffee table trying to get to the loo.”
She shrugged. “Can’t help you.”
“Please,” he said pouting, poking his bottom lip out for dramatic effect.
She smirked. “As cute as that is, no.” He asked again and she moved her fingers through his pale locks. “I don’t think it’s a good idea…”
“I promise I won’t touch you. If I do…then you can hex me.”
She bit her lip as she stared down at him, his grey eyes like deep pools of liquid mercury as he smiled up at her playfully. She was getting in way over her head. She was beginning to enjoy his nightly visits, something she’d never admit to him, though.
“Fine. But if I feel your hand or any other body part, I won’t hesitate to hex your nose to the back of your head.”
His eyes widened a bit, clearly amazed at her abilities. “You can do that?”
“If I have to.”
He smiled. “A woman after my own heart,” he said as he kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt. He started to unfasten his pants and she cleared her throat. “What?”
“Leave those on,” she ordered.
“But…”
“No…pants stay on or you can take the sofa.”
He sighed. “You drive a hard bargain, but alright,” he said crawling into the bed.
She climbed into the bed beside him and rolled onto her side, facing away from him. He looked over at her back and smiled, wondering if she would really kick him out of her bed if he tried something. He rolled over to face her and smiled as he thought about reaching his arm across the bed and pulling her against him. That would certainly shock the hell out of her. His arm slid slowly over the mattress and stopped abruptly when he heard her voice. “Don’t even think about it.”
He sighed but smiled anyway. “You just watch, Granger. One of these days I’ll show up here sober.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Now, go to sleep Malfoy.”
“Night, Granger,” he whispered.
*~*
A few days later
The knock on her door startled her a bit. The first reason being that it was before midnight, and the second because Malfoy had promised the next day not to show up on her doorstep drunk again. She shook her head wondering what made her believe him.
She looked out the peephole and found him standing in front of the door. He wasn’t leaning against anything or being held up by anyone. He was standing on his own, which gave her pause to opening the door. But she took a deep breath and opened it slowly to reveal him smirking at her.
“Granger.”
“Malfoy.”
He pushed past her and looked around. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen this place and it hasn’t been spinning.” She said nothing, just watched him as he moved around her flat. He turned to look at her and she folded her arms over her chest, feeling self conscious under his scrutinizing gaze. “So…”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “So?”
“Let’s chat.”
“I didn’t think you were one to chat.”
“Well, we need to have a conversation and I’d like to keep it as carefree as possible. So, a chat is just that.”
She smirked at his rhyme. “Alright. You start.”
“I want to start off by apologizing for the way I’ve behaved. Showing up on your doorstep all hours of the night pissed out of my mind wasn’t fair to you. Neither were my constant attempts to get you into bed.”
She shook her head. “You’re apologizing for something that I didn’t find horrible.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You mean you didn’t care that I was trying to separate you from your knickers?”
She smiled. “No, I didn’t mind that you came here. Better here than wondering the streets.”
“Oh, and the other part?”
She sat on her sofa. “I have mixed emotions about. On one hand, I was happy that you had thought about it, and on the other insulted because you were trying to take advantage of my hospitality.”
He sat beside her. “You realize, of course, that people tend to say the things they really think when they’re drunk. Alcohol makes you a more honest person.”
“And?”
“And…I wouldn’t have come on to you if I…didn’t want to anyway.”
She shook her head. “You never have before, and so I just took it as your drunk rambling.”
He shrugged. “A bit of it was. But every attempt I made was genuine.”
“Well…uh…”
He stood and walked around her apartment, staring at the far wall as he began speaking again, “It’s hard, you know? Knowing what you’ve wanted for so long and never having the courage to take the initiative and get it. For years…I never felt good enough or felt like you could trust me enough to think of me in any other way than the spoiled prat that used to torment you.” He turned to look at her and found that she was staring at him a bit wide eyed. “I was afraid that you would think that it was all a joke or that I was trying to get at Potter through you.” He sighed and shook his head as he continued, “And then you got together with Weasley and I knew I had lost any opportunity I might have had, which is why I married Pansy. I figured I was going to be miserable anyway, why not be miserable with someone who worshipped me?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “Malfoy…I…”
He moved around to sit on the coffee table in front of her. “Is it really that hard to believe?”
She nodded. “You’ve always been mean to me.”
“Defense mechanism.”
“Defense against what?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I had…I had to distance myself from you. Tell myself that there was no point because it would never have worked out. We’re far too different.”
She nodded. “We are.”
He sighed. “It’s just that I don’t care anymore.”
“Care about what?”
“About the differences. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You’re the forbidden and…knowing that I can’t have you makes me want you more. But then…you said you wanted me…I had to give it a shot.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand any of this.”
“Let me sum it up for you. I want you. I’ve wanted you for years, for so long, in fact, that I don’t remember ever not wanting you. So, here I am, sober as I can get, telling you this in hopes that you’ll drop the scared little kitten act and give in to what you want.”
She bit her lip. “And the morning?”
“What about it?”
“Will I wake up to find you gone?”
He leaned forward. “Take the chance.”
She bit her lip before she leaned in and tentatively brushed her lips against his, her hands still in her lap. It was just a soft brushing at first, getting used to the idea that she was kissing Draco Malfoy, but she wasn’t sure that she would have enough time to process that fact. He moved off the table and knelt in the floor in front of her as his hands made their way around her body. He released her lips and made a slow trail along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled softly on the lobe.
“I want you,” he breathed against her skin.
She shivered in response to him as her hands moved up to unfasten the cloak he was wearing. His hands moved over her back, then untucked the shirt she’d been wearing. It would amaze her later how quickly they managed to remove their clothing. She sighed as he covered her body with his in the space between the sofa and the coffee table.
Her little mewls of pleasure echoed off the walls as his lips traced the contours of her body. Her thrashing and soft urging directing him to all the places that could make her shiver. And as his lips drifted across her flat stomach, she lifted her head to look down at him, finding his grey eyes watching her intently. When she felt his hand moving along her thigh then up to her hot core she nearly screamed at him to move faster.
His tongue flicked over her bellybutton a few times, teasing her, a promise of things to come as he quickly dipped down, and that’s when it happened. That’s when her entire world turned to black and she came as his tongue touched her clit. This, however, didn’t seem to stop him from his explorations. In fact, he drove his tongue inside of her as both hands held her steady. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except his tongue, and she knew that if he stopped, she’d crumble into a million pieces, she’d swear to it.
When he slipped a finger inside her she grasped the leg of the table and the sounds of it scrapping against the hardwood floor filled the room as she moved her body against his probing finger. “Draco,” she moaned loudly as he slid two more inside her. Her panting and the way her other hand gripped the back of his head told him that she was close again, and when he began tracing the letters of his name over her clit, her body shuddered as she screamed his name, begging him to never stop.
A few minutes later, he emerged from between her legs, dragging his lips up her body, taking time to stop and tease her beasts. She sighed, delighted by the flicking of his tongue as her hands moved through his blonde hair. “Draco,” she hissed.
He moved swiftly and kissed her, sliding his skilled tongue into her mouth. He pulled away from her and before she knew what had happened he had her bent slightly over the sofa and was positioning himself behind her. He kneed her legs farther apart as he nibbled along her shoulder and positioned himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust he pushed inside of her, both groaning.
His hands moved over her hips then slid up her body and cupped her breasts in his hands. The slight pain from the pinching of her nipples made her move against him harder, faster. Their movements were frantic, rushing to get to their climaxes as soon as possible. She was panting now as she dug her nails into his thighs, receiving a low growl from him as he pumped into her harder. She was sure she was going to be split in two, but logical thinking had ceased her and all that mattered was Draco.
His fingers skimmed down her stomach and slipped beneath the nest of brown curls, making circular motions over her clit, and that was all it took. She shivered in his arms, calling out his name as he thrust into her a few more times. The growl he released when he came made her shiver as his arms tightened around her. He rested his head on her shoulder as she slumped against the sofa. She took several deep breaths as she lifted her hand to rub over his blonde hair.
She turned in his arms and kissed him softly, her hands reaching up to capture his face in her hands. The rest of the night was just as eventful. He took her anywhere he could, and she was sure her flat showed the signs of that. She knew, for a fact, that the pictures that hung on the wall beside her bedroom door were now gone due to her knocking them off during one session against that wall. The chairs of her dining room table lay turned over after a round, or two, on her expensive table.
As for her bedroom, several pillows laid in the floor, the heavy blanket alongside it. Her alarm clock was hanging by its cord from her nightstand where she was sure someone’s foot had come in contact with it. And if someone were to look closely at the bed, they’d see a purple scarf between the slats of the headboard and an empty bottle of chocolate sauce resting in her floor. She’d delighted in licking the sticky substance from his body, all the while her name being moaned from his beautiful lips. And sometime right before the sun rose they’d both collapsed beside one another in a heap of exhaustion.
*~*
The following afternoon
Her eyes fluttered open slowly as soft light filtered in through her window. She gave a soft sigh as she stretched, feeling exhaustion sweep through her body. Only when she realized that she was naked did she remember the night before. She’d had sex with Draco Malfoy. She didn’t feel his presence behind her and knew that if she rolled over he’d be gone. She tried to hold back her tears, but it didn’t work. They were soon streaming down her face onto her pillow, when suddenly the bed shifted and an arm wrapped around her body.
A soft groan filled the room as she felt soft lips pressing against her shoulder. “Afternoon,” he said softly. She rolled onto her back to look at him and he seemed taken aback at the tears in her eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“I…you were gone,” she said softly.
He shook his head. “I had to go to the loo,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You thought I left,” he said softly.
“When I woke up and you weren’t beside me…”
He shook his head. “I have no intention of going anywhere. And it being Saturday, I think we should stay in bed all day.”
“You do?” she asked with a slight smile, wiping away the tears.
“I do. Can you think of something else you’d rather do?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He nibbled along her collarbone. “Good.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you’re still here,” she admitted.
He smirked. “What can I say? You’re rather good company.”
She chuckled, “I’ll bet.”
“No…no, let’s look at the evidence. You didn’t kick me out when I was drunk; in fact, you let me sleep it off here. You didn’t tell me to get the hell out and not come back, if anything your hospitable disposition led me back here over and over again.” He sighed. “And then there’s the other thing.”
“What other thing?”
“You’re all I’ve wanted for a long time.”
*~*
The End
