Repercussions

“To the look on Potter’s face when Draco swiped the snitch right out from under him!”

“CHEERS!” The Slytherins all chorused, raising their shot glasses to the air before downing the amber liquid within.

“To the downfall of those stuck up Gryffindor do-gooders!!” Blaise shouted over the adrenaline pumped common room, while passing around the bottle of Ogden’s for the second round.

“YEAH!” Draco shouted along with the rest, then felt the burn of the firewhiskey shooting down his throat, and raised his glass for another.

“To proving that we are the best team, not just the best looking!” The proud blonde yelled to crowd, who cheered again and knocked back another shot.

“Fucking right!!” Zabini roared, slapping Draco on the back and making him choke on his drink. “How about something a little stronger? I’ve got some good stuff up in my room if you think you can handle it.”

“Bring it on, Zabini,” Draco smirked and downed another shot of firewhiskey just for the hell of it, while his handsome friend went to retrieve the bottle.

Not even two hours later, Draco was thoroughly sloshed, and just sat at the round table in the Slytherin common room grinning stupidly at his friends, who were equally wasted. They were playing a card game that Zabini supposedly invented, called Kings. Draco didn’t exactly understand all the rules, he just knew that his friends kept telling him to drink, and it was getting harder and harder to see straight.

“Oooh 9… rhyme time! Err… stick!” Pansy giggled at the word, and for some reason, so did the rest of the table.

“Lick.” *more giggles*

“Pick.”

“Kick.”

“Wick.”

“Prick.”

“DICK! Ha ha ha!” And of course everyone laughed at Bulstrode’s ‘ingenious’ rhyme.

“Slick.”

“Ick.”

“Ick isn’t a word…. Draco has to drink!!” Pansy shrieked and pointed at him.

“It is so!!” he argued, but took a swig anyways. “Like it is ick…errr….eeee… yup icky, that Crabbe shaves his ass hair and it used to stick to the walls in our shower.”

“It was a forest down there, what did you expect me to do!?” He tried to sound serious, but quickly broke down, and the rest of the table followed suite. Crabbe withdrew the next card.

“Jack.. rule! Umm… Every time someone says “Booger,” Draco has to drink. Sorry mate, but you’re funny drunk. Plus you owe me for the ass hair comment, I had everyone believing it was Goyle’s.” Malfoy just glared at his over large friend, and Goyle looked slightly offended.

“Booger is a funny word… I said booger so you have to drink! I said it again!” Draco took a long drink from his cold beer, trying to think of when Victoria had said booger for the second time. ‘Booger… that really is a funny word,’ he thought to himself, as Victoria chose the next card.

“I got a queen! Question… let’s see… Pansy, do I have something in my nose?”

“Umm… is it a booger?”

“Why do you have a booger in your nose?”

“Why is saying ‘booger’ so much fun?

“How many times do you think we can say booger?”

“How much is Draco gonna puke tomorrow?… booger.”

“How much do you hate us right now for saying booger?

“So much… you’ll regret this!”

“Ha ha you lose!”

“How bad do you want Granger right now?”

“So bad.”

“Hey, you already wen-“ Victoria stopped mid sentence, leaving her mouth wide open in shock.

“Hah!” Blaise shouted triumphantly. Draco noticed that everyone was staring at him, so he grabbed his mug and drank; it was practically a reflex at this point.

“Eww gross!” Pansy yelled at him. “You want the mudblood instead of ME!? I’ll get you for that! Booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger booger! Drink up Drakey poo!” Pansy seemed satisfied with her punishment of him, and before Draco downed another beer, he marveled at the fact that she wasn’t biting his face off… literally. Pansy had big teeth.

“Biter!” Draco randomly shouted at her.

“What? Where did that come from?”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know!”

“Ha ha, I think you’ve had enough mate. I’ll walk you back to your room.” Blaise laughed at his obliterated friend. Maybe they had gone a little overboard with the booger talk.

“Wanna know something funny, Blaisini?” Draco slurred out, as Zabini walked him up the stairs towards his own dorm. He would have left him to sleep on the couch in the Slytherin common room, but he didn’t know if that would have been safe in the morning when Pansy’s buzz wore off.

“Sure, what’s funny?”

“Grangies gonna be my wrench!”

“Your what?

“My wrench! For Halloween…We betted and I won so she’s gotta be my wrench in a pirate costume.”

“A wench you mean? Well I’d like to see that.”

“I have a sword.”

“Err… I’m sure you do mate… Do you remember where your room is?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, so where is it?”

“I dunno.”

“Fine… then have a good night!” Blaise knew they were on the right floor because he had seen Draco leave that way on numerous occasions, but he didn’t know exactly where or how to get into the head room. He had about as much of his dear friend as he could take, and figured the drunk would make it back eventually, or pass out in the corridor. Either way, he was tired and Victoria looked really good in the tight black turtleneck she was wearing. The extra cover made him want to see what was underneath all the more, and he took one last look at his drunk friend who was now sauntering down the hall and humming, before heading back to his dorm to work his magic on the hot fifth year.

***

“I can’t believe it..” Ron repeated for the millionth time since the end of the game. “I just can’t believe it.” Ron was definitely upset by the outcome of the game, but he was nothing compared to Harry, who was just sitting in a chair, staring into the fire. He hadn’t said anything since he returned to the common room. Hermione had gone to the locker room after the game to try to comfort him, but she couldn’t get in, even when she tried the ‘alohomora’ charm. Over two hours later the Gryffindor seeker had walked through the portrait hole. Ginny ran over to hug him but he brushed her off and kept going, with a blank, dead sort of look in his eyes. It was now past midnight, and Hermione didn’t know how much more she could take of Ron’s muttering and Harry’s comatose state. She wanted to leave but a part of her felt guilty. She knew the bet was just more of an incentive for Malfoy to want to win, and she was sure if Ron or Harry found out about it, they would blame the loss on her. She thought if she could do or say something to get them out of their mood it would take some weight off her conscience, but so far her efforts were met with no avail.

“It’s not like you are out of the running for the cup, it’s only the first game! Besides, it’s just quidditch, it’s not the end of the world.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say…

“Just leave it, will you?” Ginny shot at her. “You’re the only one not on the team, and you don’t understand anything about quidditch. You shouldn’t even be here right now, because you really aren’t helping.” Hermione couldn’t believe how harsh Ginny was being towards her, and she looked to her boyfriend for some support. Ron was too busy purposefully staring at his hands to stick up for her, so she grabbed her bag in a huff and stormed off towards her own room. Muttering “Thanks a lot, Ronald,” under her breath.

Once she reached the peace and quiet of her dormitory, she slipped into an overlarge t-shirt and plaid flannel shorts, grabbed her toiletries, and headed to the bathroom. After she brushed her teeth, she stood at the mirror and really looked at herself for the first time. Her hair looked calmer than she remembered it being, and framed her face with loose curls. Her skin wasn’t bad, but her eyebrows could definitely use a serious hair removal charm. She had thick dark eyelashes, even without mascara, but her eyes looked tired and sad. She slumped away back to her room, slipped into the bed before she even realized how tired she was, and soon let sleep overtake her.

Not even an hour later, Hermione awoke to muffled sounds that seemed to be coming from the bathroom. She grumbled sleepily as she sat up, trying to make out the noises through the thick wooden door. She figured it was Malfoy, and was just about to tell him off for being so obnoxious and loud so late at night, when he hit a particularly high note, and she heard a crash. The wailing, high pitched whatever he was doing, worried her that he was in pain, and she quickly got out of bed and moved to the bathroom to investigate. Behind the door was not a pretty sight.

“Yo Hoo, Yo Ho a pirates life fer meeee. I cut something and drink and drink and something something Yo ho! Arrrrr!”

Draco Malfoy was dancing in front of the mirror, brandishing his wand like a sword and singing. His ‘sword’ had already caused the towel rack to fall off the wall, and if he wasn’t careful, that wouldn’t be the only thing he broke. Every time he struck a pose and pointed his ‘sword’ at an invisible enemy, more sparks would fly out. Hermione was torn between falling to the floor and laughing, and falling to the floor in shock at what she was witnessing.

“Blast ye maiden to the plank with you!”

“Have you gone completely mental, or are you just completely drunk?”

“Dunk!? I don’t know the meaning of the word!” Malfoy looked so ridiculous standing in front of her with his wand held out and one eye squinted shut, Hermione was almost at a loss for words.

“So the shock of actually winning a match did completely unhinge you. I figured as much since you rarely win at anything.” It was the first thing she could think to say, but she immediately regretted it. She didn’t want to remind him of the win and what it entailed, but it was too late.

“That’s not the only thing I win if you rember corrrestly, Grangie. You gotta be my wenchie. Grangie the wenchie… I like the sound of that.” He said stumbling towards her and pressing her against the wall. “I like that a lot.” He whispered in her ear. She could smell strong alcohol on his breath, and moved her hands to his shoulders to push him off of her. She only pushed lightly, but he stumbled backwards and she had to grab him around the waist to keep him from falling over. Once he was settled, they both stared at each other for a moment, before Draco let out one last feeble “Arr,” and Hermione lost it. She started cracking up laughing and put her hand back around his waist to lead him to his room. It was semi awkward leading a grown man who was almost a foot taller than her, and him swaying and stumbling didn’t help. She got him to lean against the edge of the bed before she removed her hand.

“How on earth did you get this way, Malfoy?”

“Fuckin boogers.”

“Right…. Well goodnight then.”

“Wait Hermynin, you want me to sleep in the air?” He asked her in disbelief. She supposed he meant standing up, but she didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t get himself into bed. Although, sleeping upright would be a pretty good punishment for him getting so drunk in the first place. She didn’t like that he was setting a bad example as Head Boy, and would be sure to tell him off for it in the morning when he would remember. She was also slightly touched at his attempt to say her first name, but she was sure that it was just because of the alcohol, so she wasn’t about to give him too much credit.

“Just climb up, it’s not that hard, even if you are intoxicated.”

“You do it first.”

“I am not getting into your bed, just being in your room is bad enough.” She didn’t understand why she was even still standing there and listening to his drunken babble. Perhaps it was because he seemed so helpless and pathetic, and she always was the motherly type.

“Just get into your ruddy bed so I can get in mine.”

“Just get in mine so I can get in mine.” He was giving her that Malfoy evil smirk again, and there was something about it that got to her. His hair was messed up and his eyes were unfocused, but something stirred within her as they stared at each other. She hated that he could look so handsome even when he had done something she definitely didn’t approve up, and now he was acting like a complete idiot/mental patient. She threw her hands up in defeat and climbed up into his bed, making her way over to the opposite side so she wouldn’t be close to him. He climbed into the bed after her as if he was scaling a steep mountain, with exaggerated grunts and breaths.

“Tell me a bedtime story.” He told her while he was wrestling with the covers; trying to pull them up over himself while he was sitting on them. It wasn’t working, but he didn’t give up.

“You have got to be joking me.” He was acting like such a child, and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This was worse than the time in third year when he faked an injury from Buckbeak and made Harry his personal slave in potions class. There was no way she was going to give in to his petty needs.

“If you don’t tell me one I’ll tell you one and you won’t like it.” He said in one breath while taking a deep yawn. He had finally given up on the comforter, and was now lying on his side so he could watch her.

“I’m sure you’re right, you have no imagination or sense of humor and I generally don’t enjoy anything that comes out of your mouth.” She replied, about to get up to head back to her own room.

“Ugh, you are sooooo mean. I’ve been nice. Maybe you haven’t noticed but I haven’t called you a mudbloody in like a million years, not even once.” Hermione stopped in her tracks and thought back. Now that he mentioned it, she couldn’t recall him calling her a mudblood at all this year, even before they had started ‘getting along.’

“No.. but I’m sure you have behind my back.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” Hermione asked skeptically. She didn’t see any reason for him to stop calling her that foul name, and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed before.

“Because I promised...” He replied sleepily, snuggling into his pillow and curling up into the fetal position.

“Promised who?” She asked softly, but there was no reply. Hermione didn’t understand his response at all, but as he was now passed out, there was no hope of getting a real answer from him. She got off his bed and looked over his sleeping form. She watched his body shiver slightly, and grabbed the end of the comforter, to fold it over him. She even tucked it in around him, like her mom used to do for her. She watched the blanket rise and fall with his soft breathing, his lips slightly parted, and eyes gently closed. She was subconsciously moving towards him, reaching out to touch his soft hair. Their lips were inches apart, she was taking in his potent breath, and it was intoxicating her. Their proximity was stirring strange feelings… was it, familiar almost? That didn’t make sense. Never mind that, this whole situation didn’t make any sense! And Hermione Granger was a very sensible girl, but here she was, about to kiss the enemy while he slept. Wanting and needing to kiss him… she was just as pathetic as he was. If not more so because she was the sober one, Malfoy at least had an excuse for his ridiculous behavior. She reluctantly tore herself away from him, and fled to her room, leaving his door open incase he needed to make a quick trip to the toilet.

***

Sounds of projectile vomit hitting the porcelain bowl broke the still morning silence.

“Ugh… I’m dying…” Malfoy groaned, trying to open his eyes into the bright sun. “And I’m blind… make it stop… ” More vomiting was heard and Malfoy groaned in pain. Small flashes of his previous night were coursing through his head, making him feel even sicker. He recalled taking more and more shots to show off for his friends, and ending the night dancing in front of Granger like a pirate. ‘I’m never drinking again.’

His mouth was dry, and he stumbled towards the sink, his eyes squinted against the sharp light of the room. All proper etiquette forgotten, he ducked his head down to the faucet and drank straight from the tap. Letting the water sooth his sore throat and settle in his stomach before more retching sounds littered the air.

“Granger? Is that you?”

“Oh bugger off, Malfoy.” Something about the word ‘bugger’ made the hung over man shudder, as he stepped nearer to the small room that housed the loo.

“Sympathy vomit?” He asked her with amusement, just thankful it wasn’t him hugging the toilet.

“I must have ate something…. Not agreeing with me….” She mumbled out miserably before ducking her head down for another go. Malfoy watched in horror as she emptied her guts once again. Her face was sweaty and her eyes were tearing up. He couldn’t watch any more and he went back to the main area of the bathroom and started pacing, uncomfortably listening to Hermione get sick again. He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the cold water, rung it out, and went to hand it to her. She looked up at him with questioning and watery eyes, and took it with a shaking hand. “I think that was the lot of it,” she panted out, dabbing her face. She flushed the toilet, and stood up slowly, feeling like she was the one who had drank themselves into oblivion instead of Malfoy.

“This is so unfair! You probably drank more alcohol last night than I’ve ever even seen, and I’m the one emptying my stomach contents and then some. You…. You suck!” She finished lamely, exhausted from the repetitious heaving.

“There’s no need to yell! I can’t help it that I am so perfect I don’t even vomit. I am a man, and I know how to hold my alcohol. You probably just had a bad dream about the Weasel and it made you ill. It’s completely understandable.” He hoped he was right and that thinking of herself and the gangly redhead was making her sick, because it definitely grossed him out. He didn’t like to think about them being together if he could help it, and luckily the most he had seen them do was hold hands and hug. He had heard of morning sickness though, and wondered if it was early enough to start. She wasn’t showing any other signs of the pregnancy that he could tell, and he considered that maybe she was right and was just sick from something she had eaten. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, he just had to let nature take its course as time progressed.

“Yes, you hold your alcohol so well that you were prancing about like a little pansy boy playing pirate. You should have seen yourself, it was the funniest thing I’ve witnessed since the amazing bouncing ferret.” She replied with a sneer that could have rivaled Malfoy himself. She knew that one hit below the belt, but she didn’t feel very well and it seriously annoyed her that he didn’t seem that affected by his partying antics the night before. She did nothing to deserve having to hug the toilet all morning. It should have been him.

“Watch it Granger. If I do recall, you will be joining the ‘funniest things’ category on Halloween when you are dressed in the skimpy little garment I ordered a week ago and serving me drinks like my own personal house elf.” He retorted in a hardened voice, instantly turned on the defensive side by her ferret comment.

“Why would you have ordered it a week ago? You didn’t win until last night.”

“Your point?” He smirked at her, before returning to his room. He heard the shower turn on and the click of the door locking. Waiting for him on his nightstand was a black sinister looking eagle owl. He tore off the letter it was carrying and searched for his wand to undo the secrecy spell. He found it tucked under his pillow and tapped it to the yellowed paper. He groaned when he realized the letter was once again from his father, not that he was really surprised, as no one else had written to him.

Draco,
I hope by now you have accomplished your task.
I would like you to send word of who you got to do
the deed. Don’t forget that I have spies at Hogwarts
who will verify your statement. If I find out you have
failed in any way or are not being entirely truthful,
you will pay dearly. I expect your reply immediately,
my owl will not leave until he has your answer.
-Your father

Draco let the horror wash over him. He hadn’t even thought about the task he was set since he had read his father’s last correspondence. He threw himself on his bed, thinking hard about what he could possible say. Granger was obviously not having sex with anyone. She hardly touched her boyfriend, and he was sure he wasn’t the only one to notice. Plus he would have heard them at it, seeing as her bedroom was hardly ten feet away from his. However, he was the only one who did have access to her living quarters. Even his father’s supposed spies couldn’t see or hear what he did. He could just lie and claim that he heard them through the door. He was unable to think of any better plan at the moment, and he wanted to get rid of the creepy black bird as soon as possible. He grabbed a quill and parchment and hurriedly scribbled a response.

Father,
Granger is happily fucking the Weasel; I’ve heard
them at it for the past month. I believe she is trying
to keep the relationship a secret, but I am positive that
it is true. Do not doubt me, I will make you and the
Dark Lord proud. I will not fail.


He couldn’t think of how to sign it, so he just tied it to the owl as it was, and watched it fly off out the window. He desperately hoped his lie would work, because he knew what his father and Voldemort could do to him, and he was more than a little worried.

After a quick hot shower, Malfoy headed out to catch the last of breakfast. He was having a craving for the greasiest food he could find, but stopped when he saw Hermione laying on the couch in a bathrobe with wet hair in a messy bun on top her head, which was immersed in a large, old, boring looking book.

“One week Granger. Start counting down the days.” She didn’t look up, but he knew she had heard her. One more week until he got to see her long slender legs, and her tight stomach, hidden only by some skimpy fabric. He had to close his eyes to try to stem the flow of lusting emotions. This was one of the few mornings he hadn’t had to deal with an erection, and he didn’t want to spoil the rare occasion.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, he spotted his friends, who sported red hung over eyes just like himself.

“Have a good night, mate?” Blaise asked him, once he had sat down and piled his plate with bacon and sausage.

“Funny Zabini, thanks for leaving me to fend for myself when I couldn’t even see straight.” Draco replied, stuffing his face with the grease covered pieces of heaven.

“I knew you’d get back eventually. I figured you would have to give a little goodnight kiss to your lover.”

“Myself? I do things to myself, but kissing is not one of them.”

“To Granger you drunk fool, you confessed it last night.” Draco looked at each one of his friends. They were all smirking knowingly at him, and Pansy was giving him a look of death. They must have misheard, there was no way he would ever let that slip.

“Yeah right, I wouldn’t say that because it isn’t true. You guys must have been even drunker than I was to imagine something as farfetched as that.” They were still staring at him with those smug looks on their faces. How could he have been so stupid as to let something that important slip out?

“Well it isn’t true. I don’t even remember saying it so as far as I am concerned, I didn’t.” He mustered up the evilest glare his could, and shot it at his friends. Blaise just chuckled and returned to his breakfast. He missed it when his friends were scared of him, what ever happened to those days? He couldn’t take it anymore and his head was pounding. He collected more bacon on his plate, and took it out of the hall, angrily stuffing his face. ‘Stupid Granger and her stupid sexy body haunting my dreams and making me say ridiculous things to my friends.’ He wandered the hallways, clutching his precious bacon until he couldn’t procrastinate any longer. He returned to his common room to find Granger exactly where he had left her.

“One week Granger…”




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Ok I am SOOOO SOOOO sorry for my evil cliffie last chapter. I didn’t know if I wanted to write Draco in a scarecrow costume or Hermione in a sleezy wench costume more, and I wanted to see what some of you thought before I decided. I think the general tone was that Hermione in the wench costume would be better. Plus Draco would make a hot pirate as well. I think I humiliated him enough as a drunk, I couldn’t put him in a ridiculous costume too. I really didn’t intend on making you wait so long for this chapter. I started it last week, but one of my best friends came home from Iraq so I spent almost all my time with him. I hadn’t heard from him in almost a month so it was a total surprise, but he is already back in Iraq by now : ( This chapter is dedicated to him (even though he will hopefully never ever read it), because he thinks it is so funny to gang up on me during kings, and thanks to him I spent most of the weekend either hung over or drunk. Best weekend of the summer by far : )

Please read and review! I hope this chapter was worth the wait, it is my longest one yet!

Linmo- Thanks again for the reviews!! Hermione does want to kiss Ron in her head, but not in her heart. She is just not attracted to him in a more than friendship way, she is just going along because she thinks that is what she is supposed to do. I'm glad you like that the whole story isn't just about the sex, because that was how I like it to be as well. Hope you like this chapter!!

Chelleybelle- Thanks for the nice review!! As of right now Draco hasn't told anyone what happened. I'm still not sure exactly how I want everything to work out, but I'm working on it and it is all going to come out soon, because Hermione is going to notice the changes. I hope you liked this chapter and that you'll stick around for the rest!

luvhp- Thanks for the review, and I'm really happy you like the story so far. You're review swayed me towards Draco catching the snitch. Next chapter will have Hermione is all her wenchly glory lol. As for her losing her virginity, she isn't going to... yet. Poor girl!

Kayy Enn- Thanks for your wonderful reviews, I hope you liked this new chapter, and I made sure not to leave off on a cliffie to make up for the last one. Things are definitely going to start blowing up soon, because Hermione will start noticing the changes. She never had sex though so the last thing on her mind for what is wrong with her will be pregnancy. I decided I couldn't have Draco just have sex with her, and Draco wouldn't let anyone else sleep with her either. So Hermione is in for some surprises... Hope you like the next chapter, it's already started and should be up soon.

Citten- Please don't be mad at me! I will have the nexy chappy out ASAP to make up for the last one... thanks for the review!!

SnapesSweetheart- I know I was mean and I'm sorry but I needed some time to think about it. Draco in the scarecrow costume would have been too funny, but after watching pirates of the carribean, I needed to see him as a hot pirate. I couldn't do that to poor Draco, I love him too much lol. Hope you liked this chapter, and thanks for the review!

DarkestDawn- I'm glad you like it so far and thanks for the review!

Sinbad- Thanks for the review!

Lina- I know that was a mean way to end, but I should have the next chapter out soon to make up for it. Thanks for the review!!

Gryffindorclutz- I'm glad you like my story so far! As far as Ron goes, I'm not exactly sure how I am going to deal with him. I don't want to make him 'evil' but he is the kind to hold a grudge, so I still have some thinking about what to do about him. I definitely don't see him and Hermione as a couple either, they are too close as friends so Hermione just isn't attracted to him in that way. Anyways, thanks for the review, and I hope you like what happens to Ron in the future chapters.

Cateye- I'm glad you like the story so far. I am a severus fan as well, and I am so mad that I think he is going to end up as a bad guy in the last book. He will make some more appearances in the future chapters, don't worry!

Tammy- Thanks for the review, I'm glad you like the relationship between Draco and Hermione, the not nice but not too mean thiing was what I was trying to go for. Sorry for leaving it on the edge before, the next chapter will be out soon to make up for it. I hope you like it :)

ichi.ruki- I'm glad you thought it was funny, I was waiting for a chance to write a drunk Draco, and figured he would need to celebrate after finally beating Harry and getting his wench all in one go. Hermione will notice things soon, but since she's a virgin for all she knows, pregnancy is the last thing on her mind. She is going to have to find out eventually though! Thanks for the review!

Paigeey007- Thanks for the review, I really enjoyed writing a drunk Draco so I'm glad you thought it was funny.