The Blood in Our Veins (Dramione)

Chapter Six: Draco's Dark Mark

Hermione awoke in a complete state of confusion and discomfort. She was lying on the couch in the Head Boy and Girl common room with the worst stomachache she had EVER experienced in her whole life.

Slowly she tried to sit up, but she felt like her head might split so she laid back down. She put her forearm over her eyes because the light cascading into the room from the windows was blinding.

After about 10 minutes of lying there she decided to try to sit up again. No success.

"Granger stop trying to get up, just rest."

Hermione eyes shot open and she bolted up (ignoring the lightheadedness) only to see Draco Malfoy sitting across from her in an arm chair reading a book.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Hermione flinched at the loudness of her own voice.

"For like 2 hours." Draco said not taking his eyes off his book.

"God! Have you just been watching me sleep?"

Draco looked up and stared at her with a quizzical look.

"Do you have any idea what happend last night?" He asked.

Hermione's face fell as she thought back to the previous night. Everything was blurry, but she remembered bits and pieces. She remembered taking her first sip of whisky, sneaking down to the kitchen-

Oh God.

"Please tell me the kitchen was a dream?" Hermione pleaded falling back on the couch.

Draco just chuckled and when't back to his book.

Then suddenly, she remembered the conversation Harry and Ron had had about her and, her mood worsened 20 fold.

"Mmmmmmm." Hermione whined, covering her eyes with her forearm again.

She shifted on the couch so that her back was to Draco. It was then that she noticed she wasn't wearing the same clothes she had on last night.

"OH MY GOD. Did you undress me?" Hermione asked looking horrified.

"You don't remember anything do you?" Draco smirked.

Oh God! What if I slept with him? No-No of course I didn't... right, I mean sure he's good-looking, but no we didn't have sex... Oh God...

"Draco Malfoy if you took advantage of my drunk self last night i will-" Hermione started, but she was interrupted by Draco's wicked laugh.

"Keep dreaming Mudblood!"

Hermione glared at him.

"Okay, then how did I get in these clothes?" Hermione crossed her arms trying to ignore her throbbing headache.

Draco put down his book, and crossed his legs on the coffee table.

"After the whole kitchen ordeal with Potter and Weasel," (Hermione cringed at the thought.) "you came back here, grabbed the bottle of whisky and chugged it, saying something about 'wanting to forget.'  Then you vomited over everything in the kitchen, including yourself, so you stumbled into your room and changed. By the way you're sweatpants are inside out."

Hermione looked down at her pants, which were indeed inside out, and blushed. It was then the vague memory of throwing up came back to her.

"Why did you let me get dunk?" Hermione glared at Draco.

"I like drunk you a lot better then you you." Draco smiled.

"You're a jerk!" Hermione stood up and tried to dramatically stride out of the room, only to find her knees giving out. Draco laughed and she glared at him getting up and walking away slowly, leaning on furniture as she went.