Unplanned

June 14, 2003

Hermione woke up before the sun the next morning.

She was used to being up before dawn, her post-war insomnia normally gave her a few hours of rest a day at most. She hated sleeping alone.

After Ron had left them during the Horcrux hunt, she had started climbing into bed with Harry. She claimed it was because she was cold, but in reality, she slept next to him because if he was next to her, he was safe.

However, she did not wake up next to Harry this morning.

Beside her was a sleeping Draco Malfoy, looking more relaxed and peaceful than she had ever seen him. She dared to even describe him as beautiful even with his pale chest covered in bruises from her love bites and blond hair sticking up in all directions.

A part of her considered that she could roll back over and fall back to sleep, perhaps even coax Draco into a repeat performance in the later morning hours. She wondered with sex with him sober was as good as it was intoxicated.

But, she decided against it all, knowing deep down that this was a one-time situation. They had figured out a way to break the awkward tension between them. It was a drunken one-night stand. No harm, no foul.

She slid out of his bed. Hermione relished the smooth silk sheets that she glided her legs out of, not surprised it was one of the most comfortable places she had ever slept.

It was Draco Malfoy, of course, his bed felt like sleeping on clouds. Only the best for him after all.

She stole the dress shirt he had been wearing last night before she vanished it to his bedroom and put it on instead of her dress, a souvenir of the night before. With one last look at Draco sleeping, she slipped out of the bedroom and returned home.