Mistaken Identities

Draco restrained the urge to whistle until he got to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he let the hot water blast over him and bobbed his head in time to the music in his head. This was the best he’d felt in... he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d felt this good. She was funny and smart. He’d learned that much during their breaks from their sexual escapades. And Merlin’s robes was she good in bed. He grinned despite his cotton-mouth and then frowned. Cupping his hand over his mouth he inhaled and then made a face. *It was a miracle she kissed me at all. Alcohol is not the friend of fresh breath.*

He stepped out and had a sudden vision of... he should probably find out his lovely lady’s name... pinned against the sink. Humming, he grabbed his toothbrush and winked at himself in the mirror. He looked like himself. *Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I look like me.* He felt the world tilt under his feet. She knew him. What the hell had she said this morning? He had been so caught up in the orgasm... had it been Merlin’s robes Malfoy? If she knew who he was, his father had to have sent her. Or worse, Voldemort. How had he been found out? He suppressed the wave of despair that swept over him. He was never going to be free.

He yanked the door open and felt a surge of fear when he saw she was dressed. Ignoring the fact that she was now probably armed he stormed into the room.

“Who the hell are you?” He shouted, keeping one hand on the towel around his hips.

“Oh bugger,” was all she said in reply.

“Oh bugger? OH BUGGER? You’re going to have to do better than that. What the hell is going on? Why did my father send you? I want answers.” He moved forward aggressively. When is doubt, always act powerful. She stepped back and yanked her wand out of her boot. *At least I know that magic is behind how she walks in those stilettos.*

“Back off! Your father didn’t send me.” She pointed the wand at his chest.

“Who are you trying to kid? You know who I am! Are you trying to tell me you found me by accident? In NEW YORK CITY?” He snarled back though he stopped moving forward. He had no desire to be stupefied or burnt to a crisp depending on her tastes.

“You didn’t look like you... YOU TWIT! I almost had a heart attack when I woke up next to DRACO FUCKING MALFOY!” She shrieked back.

“So why did you stay?” He asked, puzzled. He looked her up and down with a smirk. She shifted uncomfortably, licked her lips and glanced at the door. He stepped between her and the door and folded his arms. The towel hung precariously on his hips but he couldn’t afford to look vulnerable. She blushed. *On second thought, maybe I should let the towel drop.*

“Seemed like a good idea at the time.” She mumbled though she did not take her eyes off him nor did her wand waver for a moment.

“I think what you really meant to say was that I’m a fantastic shag and you just couldn’t go without one for the road.” He replied, leering at her. At least, he hoped that he hadn’t been the only one having the best sex of his life. Her face hardened and she sneered at him.

“I would expect you to be good in bed after all the practice you’ve had f... Malfoy.” Her voice was cold and empty. “I’m leaving. I won’t tell your father. In fact, I won’t mention this to anyone, EVER. Now. Get. Out. Of. The. Way.”

Draco stepped out of the way, refusing to show that her comment had hurt. There was something about her though, he couldn’t shake this nagging feeling he knew her. The way she stood, her facial expression, the way she shaped her words... she’d almost called him ferret. Realization hit him like a shot in the gut and his most secret hope trembled in his throat.

“Hermione... don’t go. Please.” He almost choked on the please but she stopped walking and froze, turning wide eyes towards him.

“Bugger!”