Enemy Seduction: Dramione

The Next Day

"So?"

"So what?"

"So what happened next?" Blaise snapped impatiently. 

"Nothing," Malfoy replied. 

"Nothing? Granger was all over you and you didn't shag her senseless right then and there?"

"She was drunk!" Malfoy protested.

Blaise was shocked. "I can't believe it! You've gone soft!"

"Oh, yes you have, Mr. Softie!"

Malfoy glared at him. "Blaise, the only reason I didn't shag Granger senseless tonight was a matter of pride. When I finally get that little bookworm in my bed, she'll be sober and willing."

Blaise looked skeptical. "Whatever you say. You know, I'm actually surprised Granger didn't pass out sooner. From what you've told me, she drank a lot of firewhiskey."

"Weasley finally made his move. She was hysterical."

"Well that complicates things a bit for you, doesn't it?"

Malfoy laughed. "Weasel is no threat, I assure you. She said it was like kissing her brother. Besides, she wants me. She said so herself. That's why she was so upset. It's only a matter of time now," Malfoy said confidently, sighing in a self-satisfied manner. 

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She was in Draco's arms, and he was kissing her..his hands aimlessly wandered all over her body, but she couldn't stop him...she didn't want to stop him. Suddenly she was all by herself in the dark and before her was an enormous green dragon with piercing gray eyes that leered at her through the darkness. The dragon breathed flames at her...she turned to run and saw Ron jogging towards her in slow motion, lips puckered and an array of rainbows surrounding him. She turned back and ran towards the fearsome dragon...

She could feel the heat from the flames but still ran on until she was once agains standing before the scaly beast. It breathed fire..only this time the flames were almost like a white, blinding light..

Hermione woke up shivering. Sunlight seemed to be pouring into her room from all directions. momentarily blind, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and slowly stood up, causing a wave of dizziness and pain to crash through her head.

Memories from the previous day slowly came back to her. She remembered Malfoy kissing her in the library...Ron kissing her in a corridor..Malfoy sitting in the common room..a bottle of firewhiskey...After that, her mind drew a blank. Not wanting to think about what could have possibly happened the previous night, Hermione looked at the clock to see how much time she had to get ready for class- and nearly passed out. Class started in ten minutes.

Heart hammering and head pounding, Hermione threw her school robes on and searched frantically for her shoes, cursing Malfoy under her breath as she went. Finally finding her shoes and putting them on, she went to her nightstand to get her brush. Realizing that she didn't have time to brush her hair, Hermione grabbed a hair tie and gathered the wild mass into a messy bun. 

She ran to the bathroom, frantically brushing her teeth, splashed some water onto her face, and hastily dried it off with a hand towel. Grabbing her book bag, she ran as fast as her non-athletic body could carry her out of her dormitories, through the castle corridors, and down the many staircases towards her first class of the day: Potions.

She had just reached the marble staircase to the Entrance Hall when the final bell rang. Hermione didn't even bother snapping at a group of third years, who were lingering on the stairs.