The Carnal Club

Who Knew?

   Draco felt absolutely fucking awful. 

   The hangover had not helped, but more than that, he felt a horrifying sense of dread at the fact thathe had made one hell of a fucking show of himself in front of Granger before he left the Ball lastnight. 

   He could remember the Fire whisky tasting almost as bitter as the realisation of the fact thatHermione Granger had been shagging him purely for a game. She had used him just like hethought he would be using her... he just never expected all of these stupid feelings for her to cometo the surface. 

   He was going to kill Blaise and Pansy. This was all their fault. 

   It had stung like a bitch. The jealousy of seeing her dancing with Cormac. Draco had felt like theirlast time had been some sort of connection that went deeper on both of their parts, but he must havebeen gravely mistaken. All Granger had her eye on was the prize, which is something that heshould have been thinking of, too. If he'd have just stop himself from catching feelings, then hishead would not have been in the state it currently was. 

   He had got drunk. 

   He had got drunk and had started brooding about the whole thing. He remembered not wanting totalk about it...trying to block it out by consuming yet more alcohol, but it didn't work. He keptchancing glances over at her from time to time; she looked so happy and free and utterly breathtaking. And then here he was, moping about after her when she didn't see him like that...she didn'tthink anything more of him than being a good shag. 

   And then to top it all off, she came to him. Draco cringed as he tried to piece together theconversation. It was on the tip of his tongue... he had been desperate to spill his guts and tell hereverything, but his mind had sense to tell his heart to just shut the fuck up and walk away. 

   And so, he did. 

   He groaned at his idiocy and put his face into his pillow. Whatever they had ever had betweenthem, Draco was well aware that he had probably blown it. There was no way that Granger was thetype of girl to deal with boys who acted like drama Queens when something did not go their way.

   If she ever spoke to him again then he would be lucky. 

   But then...why should he care? She thought nothing of him apart from what his cock could do...sowhat harm had he actually done? 

   Draco was lost in his thoughts when he heard the door to his dorm room open from behind hisdrapes. The 8th year set up was different this year due to limited spacing, and so the students thathad decided to return had been graced with their own room as there was only a handful for eachhouse that had returned. 

   "Piss off, Theodore." He droned and turned over in his bed, refusing to pull back the drapes andface the cold light of day. 

   "You owe me an apology." Came a female voice from behind the curtains that sounded veryfamiliar and very Granger-like. 

   Was he still drunk? 

   Draco's drapes pulled back and then there she was; wearing a stylish little skater dress and hercurls were bouncing over her shoulders and travelling down her back. She looked annoyed. Well...fucking good. 

   "You do realise it is almost dinnertime?" She asked him with a pointed look. "Theo told me whereyour room was...I've been waiting to speak to you all morning." 

   "Oh, lucky me..." Draco rolled out of the bed grumpily, rubbing his head as he went. "Come toberate me on my drunken state last night, I suppose?"