Forced Love

Chapter 6

A/N: Guys, remember that this is Draco's POV in 3rd person. Just so you know. Also, it will change to Hermione's POV after a while. (I'll tell you).  It will change back to Draco's POV in the end.  I'm sorry for all the POV shifts! There will not be that many chapters with so many shifts, but they are necessary b/c it helps the story go along better. Sorry again, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Ok BAI go read.

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"Hermione?" Draco asked.

"Dracccccooooo! You'reeee heerrreeee? The lemonadeeee is reallyyy goood!" Hermione slurred, stumbling a bit.

Draco frowned. Hermione? Drunk? Draco didn't think that Hermione would do that. She seemed like 'Miss. Always Perfect'. So why was she close to passing out?

Draco didn't think that standing there in the middle of the street while Hermione was incoherent would be a smart thing to do. He would take her to the hotel, then wait until she wasn't drunk, and interogate her. How could she be so possibly stupid, getting herself so hammered?

Sighing, Draco took hold of Hermione's arm. He quickly dragged her across streets, shops, and sidewalks until they arrived at their hotel. The entire time, Hermione was mumbling something about drinking good lemonade, which Draco took with a grain of salt and ignored.

Draco looked through the glass doors of the hotel, and waited until the lobby was empty, and the person at the desk's head was turned. Then, he swung open the doors and pushed Hermione across the room, sliding her into the nearest elevator. From watching Hermione earlier, Draco was supposed to push the button of the floor they were staying at.

When Draco had relocated their room, and swiped their card, opening the door, he pulled Hermione onto the couch. No point in letting her sleep on the bed if she was wasted, right?

"Hiiii Dracoo! Yourrr face is reallllly funnyyy!" Hermione said giggling, under the effects of alcohol.

"Just go to sleep." Draco said, throughly exasperated.

"Okayyy!" Hermione said, plopping her head down on the couch.

Draco stood in front of the couch, with his eyes closed, rubbing his forehead. He had a headache. Hermione was just so annoying!

After a full five minutes of Draco rubbing his head, he looked up. Hermione was passed out cold, an arm over the couch. She looked a little cold. Draco brought a spare blanket to Hermione, covering her fragile frame with the cloth.

Draco got ready for bed, then settled himself into the lush, fluffy sheets. Pushing his head into the soft pillow, Draco fell asleep.

***(Hermione's POV in 3rd Person)***

Hermione woke up, her head throbbing in pain. What had happened? She was so dizzy, and ready to throw up. Hermione sat up. She was on the couch, with a plush blanket over her. Hermione searched her brain, trying to remember the events of the previous night. All she remembered was going to the bar, and drinking a lot of lemonade. The lemonade, Hermione realized. At the time, Hermione was too consumed with her own grief to understand that she was drinking alcoholic lemonade! The bartender had spiked her drink! How was she that dumb, drinking alcohol? Hermione tried to understand how she hadn't even thought that she was drinking alcohol, but her head started hurting again.

"You're finally awake. It's 3." Draco walked up to Hermione, fully dressed and sneering.

"Leave me alone." Hermione said, burying her head into her blanket.

"That's funny, you didn't say that when I had to drag you all the way from that bar to the hotel while you were drunk!" Draco said, crossing his arms.