Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Morning After ❯ The Morning After ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Opening her eyes, Hermione Granger blearily stared at the ceiling, trying in vain to think around her pounding head. Merlin's ass!

Sitting up quickly she glanced around, scanning the small unfamiliar room, before finally resting on the rather large, covered, occupant of the bed she was laying in. Immediately regretting the hasty movements, stars filled her vision as her stomach heaved. Mouth dry, head splitting, she moaned quietly in agony. She was positive - at any moment, her head would surely explode.

The last time she'd had a hangover this bad was during the war when she, Harry and Ron consumed too full bottles of Fire Whiskey to rid themselves of thoughts of their friends deaths - if only for the moment. Neville, Fred, Percy, Padma, Luna, Professor Sprout…the list went on.

Resting cool hands against her forehead, she struggled to hold down her lunch – and stop the rising ball of hysteria that was rapidly filling her throat. Who knew that tuna on rye would come back to haunt her? And more importantly - where in bloody hell was she?

Before she could fully gather her wits (and calm the unsettled contents of her stomach) the bed shifted. Warm lips trailed across the nape of her neck before calloused hands slid slowly around her sides, pulling her back smoothly into a muscled, naked chest. Heart beating rapidly in alarm, Hermione struggled weakly, pushing at the strong male that held her tight.

Frantically, she tried to remember where she was. Where was her wand!? Her clothes!? And why was she in the bed with some stranger!? Realizing the man at least wore boxers (her mind crazily processed they were silk) she felt a modicum of relief – though short lived.

Pulling her closer, he ran his hands over her thighs – and too damn close to the v of her legs. Through the thin barrier of his boxers she could feel him – the heat and his hard arousal, resting against her ass. Breaths coming out in terrified pants, Hermione struggled harder.

Swiftly cursing Ginny for pressuring her into buying the skimpy lingerie she currently wore, Hermione tried to sort through her fuzzy memories. He huskily chuckled at her attempts, placing his warms lips near her ear. Shivering in fear as his breath blew across her lobe, she froze, gathering her courage to scream for help. Before she could, smooth fingers found her chin and turned her head around.

Eyes wide, Hermione felt her mouth fall open in shock.

Stormy grey eyes stared intently at her face, a slight frown marring his pale brow. Within seconds the frown was replaced by his patented smirk as Draco Malfoy leaned in close, their lips nearly touching. Raising one blonde eyebrow, he whispered, "Regretting it already Granger?"

To Be Continued...