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The cocktail was fun but it was not what he expected. He met the two ladies and instantly clicked with both of them, silently praising the analytics of Granger, not that he would ever say it to her face. He spent the first half of the evening swinging between them and attending to other guests. When the night dawned, he introduced them to each other and the three of them spent the rest of the time together discussing, laughing, and making talks while drinking to their hearts.
They both were beautiful, smart, strong, and intelligent. But, if he had to choose between them, he would not be able to do so. The deciding factor was butterflies, as per Hermione, and the only feeling he had right now been the slight dizziness of the alcohol and laughter.
Till the time the event came to an end, he was troubled. It was difficult. How do all the people marry? How to find the one for you? Are soul mates and twin flames real? Sitting on the large love seat in his parlor he was having an existential crisis. He had been quite the ladies' men in his teenage years. Where was that Draco? Maybe he died in the war, he thought gloomily.
And suddenly all his gloominess increased ten folds and added with the champagne intake, it morphed into a deep slumber.
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"Butterflies, what was I even thinking?" Hermione shouted in her room.
"Hey, I know this is your coping mechanism, but I think you should go and ask him."
"What do you mean?" Hermione said feigning a look of innocence when she was clear that Susan could see right through her.
"Okay, then I'll go myself and then spoil you the name of future Mrs. Malfoy."
"Ah, no." she grabbed the lady's hand and sat her down on the bed. "Good night, Susan and thank you for contacting Natasha at the last moment, I owe you."
"That's my job, Mione. You pay me to do that." She snickered.
Hermione gave a smile to her and walked out of the door to Mr. Malfoy's quarters. She cringed at herself for addressing him as such and stopped in front of a pair of large ornamented mahogany doors. She took in a deep breath and opened them wide to allow herself in, without knocking.
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She walked towards the large canopy bed enamored in the large room by a spiral design, hoping he to be asleep or at least lying down. Yes, that is why she did not knock on the door.
Instead, the bed was empty and the silk green sheets were not even disturbed a bit. She felt like an intruder but decided against her conscience to look a bit around, she was already inside, wasn't she?
Slowly, she took in the large bookcase on the right of the bed and a bewildered expression adorned her face. She turned around......
" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", she let out a shriek that would put the Moaning Myrtle to shame.
She ran into a very drunk and almost sleeping Draco Malfoy. This was not enough to make her shriek like that when she was a composed lady. The deciding factor was the state of the lad's clothes. They were absent and nowhere in sight.
His eyes were drooping and Hermione could not dare to look below them. She covered her eyes and tried to get him back in his bed by hoisting his arm.
"Come on, Malfoy. I did not come here for this." she regretted her decision and swore never to enter like this ever again.
"What did you come for, then?" he asked after settling in the sheets.
She looked at his face and sighed aloud. "I'll ask it tomorrow. You should get some sleep, Malfoy" she remarked and stood up from the stool she was sitting on. Suddenly he stopped her by grabbing onto her forearm.
"Don't go." he slurred in his sleepy voice and something in her snapped.
She had never felt this way. His husky voice still lingered in her ears and she was dragged into a trance. This was the exact feeling she had expected to feel when they had kissed, the feeling of fireworks described in the literature.
She didn't know why but yes, she had expected something, something better and this was it. It was too sweet and thus it was unreal. He was drunk and sleepy. She knew she must not heed to his words under these circumstances but when it comes to love, even the strongest of people are left redundant.
"I...I need to go" she hurried to walk away but stopped again when she heard her name being called out from his mouth.
"Hermione.............."
"Just until he sleeps" with determination she turned around to walk towards the other side of the bed and slipped down the covers. She held her breath for too long and let it out evenly to cool herself and cocked her head to his side.
He was already asleep. She was aware of the fact that she was kidding herself when she thought 'until he sleeps' but one night of selfishness and calmness of being near to someone won't harm. Right?!
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