Chapter 11: Drunk Malfoy 

“I can’t believe you are going to work on your History of Magic essay tonight. It’s Saturday night, Hermione! I’ll bet Ron and Harry are having a wild party without us in their bachelor pad. You should come with me to the Gryffindor party. It’ll be fun.”

“No, I really want to work on this essay. I know it’s not due for a while, but Head Girl duties often sweep me up at the most inopportune times. I need to stay ahead in my studies or I’ll fall hopelessly behind. Besides, a party will just make me miss Ron all the more. I don’t know how you go to all these things without Harry.”

“If you went to a few, you’d make more friends. If you made more friends, you’d have more fun at the parties. It’s like a vicious cycle, only backwards.”

“That’s called a virtuous cycle.”

“Yes, and you need to start one.”

“Sorry, not this time.”

Ginny packed up her books in preparation to leave the library. Hermione glanced around and decided a change of location might spark new ideas. She packed up her things, exited the Library with Ginny, and headed back to the Head suite.

As she entered the suite, Draco was just leaving. He was dressed in obviously expensive Muggle style clothes. Hermione couldn’t help but notice that he looked really nice.

“Got a date?” she asked.

“No, just heading down to a party in the Slytherin dormitory,” Draco replied. “Don’t wait up for me.” He winked at her as he went out the door.

***

Hermione looked at the clock just as she was finishing her History of Magic essay: 12:30 a.m., definitely time to go to bed. She organized her desk and stood up, just as the door to the suite swung open. In walked a disheveled Draco Malfoy, returning from his party. Hermione rolled her eyes and started to cross the room to her bedroom door. With long strides, Malfoy cut her off, placing each of his hands against the wall on either side of her head.

“What are you doing?” Hermione snarled.

“This,” Draco replied, immediately crushing his mouth against hers. Shock coursed through Hermione’s body. She twisted to get away, but Malfoy lowered his elbows to the wall on either side of her face, pressing his body up against her. She started to open her mouth to protest, but Draco took advantage of the opening to shove his tongue into her mouth. One arm snaked down to her side, to the point where her breast started from her ribcage, not technically touching her inappropriately, but eliciting a physical response in her all the same. His tongue tasted like Firewhisky. Hermione shoved his chest hard to break the kiss.

“You’re drunk, Draco Malfoy!” Malfoy ignored her words, moving back in, lowering his head to lick and kiss her neck. “Get off me!”

“Come on, Hermione,” Draco whispered in her ear seductively. “You want me, admit it.” He pressed his body against her and she felt his hardness. When he moved in to kiss her again, she pushed him away, harder this time.

“Back off now, or I’ll report you to McGonagall.”

Draco sighed, then moved back slightly. “Fine, but the next time you have sex with the Weasel and he leaves you unfulfilled, just remember this moment. I could make you feel fantastic, Hermione.” He rubbed up against her one more time then backed up slowly, watching her with a heated stare.

Hermione stared back, trembling, not sure whether to be afraid, disgusted, or aroused. She closed her eyes for a moment, then glared at Malfoy. “You don’t know shit about Ron and me,” she insisted.

“I know that when I’m with a girl, she glows the next day. I’ve yet to see you glow during a visit from Lover Boy. Granger, I could make you glow for a week.”

“Fuck off,” was all Hermione could think to say. She angled her way through her door, closing it securely behind her, then leaned against the door on the inside.

‘Arrogant bastard!’ she thought. ‘How dare he force himself on me! And he’s totally wrong about my sex life with Ron! What a pervert! Ron and I are learning together. Just because Ron isn’t some manwhore like Malfoy!’ Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, as if subconsciously aware that her lips were still tingling.

***

The next day, Hermione exited her room tentatively, unsure how to act around what would certainly be a hungover and hopefully remorseful Draco Malfoy. She couldn’t be sure, however: Malfoy was capable of being an arrogant ass regardless of blame.

Sitting on her desk, she saw a bottle of Firewhisky, half full of the amber liquid. A bunch of dead flowers had been stuck in the bottle and a note pinned to the side. ‘What the hell?’ Hermione thought as she hesitantly touched the note. The Firewhisky bottle immediately transformed into a beautiful crystal vase filled with water. The dead flowers burst into gorgeous blooms of pink, magenta, and white blossoms. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp. She read the short note:

HG –  

I’m terribly sorry about last night. I promise that will never happen again.  

 – DM  

‘The bastard sure knows how to make a dramatic apology,’ Hermione thought. She shook her head, as if trying to convince herself not to be gratified by the gesture.

***

The next Saturday was the first big Quidditch match of the season: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Hermione had promised to go to breakfast with Ginny before the game. She carefully dressed in her scarlet jumper and gold and scarlet scarf. She wanted to show her loyalty to Griffyndor, but not be offensive about it: as Head Girl, she represented all of Hogwarts now.

As she entered the common room, she saw Draco stomping down the steps to his room, dressed in his Quidditch uniform. Hermione decided the best course of action in the wake of Draco’s misbehavior was to let bygones be bygones.

“Good luck, Draco,” she said, diplomatically.

“Are you insane?” Draco snapped at her. “Slytherin is playing Gryffindor today. Arch-rivals, sworn enemies. You must really hate Quidditch to wish me luck on today of all days.”

There was a knock at the door. Hermione opened it to let Ginny into the suite. She was dressed in her Seeker’s uniform and was team captain this year.

“Hello, Ferret,” Ginny sang happily. “Are you ready for your biggest loss in house history?”

“That’s more like it,” Draco groused. Ginny looked at him in surprise. “Your friend Hermione, here, just wished me luck.”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open as she spun to glare at Hermione. “Are you insane? You’re wishing the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team good luck in their game against Gryffindor?”

Hermione looked back and forth between the two angry faces. “Well, it’s nice to see you both agreeing about something,” she said.

Ginny rolled her eyes and Draco huffed. “I’m out of here,” Draco said as he stomped over to the door of the suite. “Today is going to be a happy day for you Gryffindors,” he said, looking at Ginny. “I’m telling you now, the Slytherin team sucks this year. We’ll be lucky to score any points at all.”

“I thought it was your job to catch the Snitch,” Hermione said. “That’ll score some points.”

“She says that as if it’s the easiest thing in the world,” Draco complained to Ginny.

“Don’t get me started,” Ginny agreed. She turned to Hermione after Draco had left the room. “Let’s get down to breakfast. I may be able to actually eat a bit today, since even Malfoy thinks we have nothing to worry about.”

***

For once, Hermione agreed to go a party in the Gryffindor Common Room to celebrate the big victory. Draco had been right: Gryffindor won the match easily, by a score of 280 to 20. Draco had been knocked off his broom twice by Bludgers, once hit by his own teammate. He had a black eye, swollen shut, that made it difficult to fly, let alone catch the Snitch. Hermione had bumped into him making his way back to the castle, as she had stayed on at the Pitch to make sure all students safely exited the Quidditch stands.

“Are you okay?” she asked, honestly concerned.

“Not exactly,” Draco answered. “I don’t know what hurts more, my battered body or losing to fucking Gryffindor by 260 points in less than an hour!”

“Ginny says you need better Beaters to protect you,” Hermione said.

Draco chuckled, humorlessly. “Better Beaters not to take me out, you mean.”

“Yes, well, I promised Ginny I’d go to the party in the Gryffindor Common Room tonight. Will you be heading down to the Slytherin dorms?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. I’m not up for it, mentally or physically.”

“I am sorry about that,” Hermione said sincerely. “I guess I’ll see you later then.”

“Have fun! It should be a wildly happy group.”

“Yes, it may be a bit overwhelming, actually.”

“Loosen up, Granger. Go enjoy the celebration with your housemates.”

“Yes, but I certainly won’t be coming back to our suite drunk,” Hermione said, then she blushed for having made an indirect reference to his bad behavior while drunk.

“Damn, that would have been a sight to see.” Draco smirked.