Boys Night, Girls Night

3.
Hermione woke startled. This was not her room. And the body she was pressed against was not her fuzzy teddy bear. And the goblin sawing her brain in half was not invited. Hardly daring to move, she looked into the face of the body that trapped her from fleeing.

Draco.

So that wasn’t a vivid dream after all? She glanced at the clock. It was still early, but the panic started to sink in. The charm only lasted till six in the morning. It was quarter after seven.

Shit, shit, shit. If he woke up with me in his bed, Hermione winced at the thought.

Carefully, with all the skill she learned from past experiences, she shimmied out of his grip, and replaced herself with a pillow. She paused when he moved the pillow closer, and thought for sure she was caught.
When he didn’t move again, she thanked Merlin and silently sprinted around the room trying to remember how her knickers had ended up on the ceiling fan and thinking all the while- I just screwed Draco Malfoy. Oh god, Ginny, I’m going to murder you. Thank you, and then murder you.-

First, she needed to clear the evidence. She put the clothes from last night in her special trunk, threw on her fuzzy robe, and made her way out to the mailbox.
Thankfully, Ginny remembered their deal. There was a note, claiming she was coming over for breakfast at eight.

Great.

Showered and in sweats, Hermione was cooking breakfast when Ginny showed up.
She was still remembering the night before and waiting for the hangover potion to kick in, so she couldn’t quite bring herself to be horrible to Ginny.

Gin had the grace to wait until they had started breakfast before she started the inquisition.
“I want every detail.”

“I can’t.” She felt herself blush and chewed on her eggs. “Draco’s in the next room. You guys are doing the practice/game thing today right?” Hermione tried to divert her.

Since Ginny became head of her team, every other Saturday after her practices a bunch of their friends would meet up to have a game and gossip. Thankfully, it was today, so Draco would be out of the flat so she could try and think.

“Wait a minute.” Ginny was bemused and ignoring the pathetic attempt to change the topic. “You didn’t turn yourself back?”

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head.

“You didn’t tell him about the charm?”

“What charm?” Draco announced coming out in a pair of sweatpants, his hair still wet from his shower.

“Mine, I apparently have an immense amount of it.” Hermione said before Ginny could ruin the situation with her big mouth. “Did you just wake up?”
She felt the need to keep from staring at his bare chest and moved to the oven. Staring at him, and at the hickey on his neck. The hickey she gave him, last night. Oh God.

Ginny saw it all. The interaction, the faint blush, the guilty look, and the obvious marks on Draco. “Mister Smarmy, did you get into a fight with Crookshanks again? You have scratches on your back and a bruise on your neck.”

For the love of all that was holy, couldn’t Ginny contain herself? Hermione sent a pleading glance her way, and only found a generous amount of hilarity staring back at her.
Obviously Gin was going to milk it for all it was worth. Blast Tom Riddle’s diary for not finishing her off.

“Not exactly,” Draco grinned. “I had a good night.”

Ginny bit her lip to keep herself from laughing.

Hermione froze at the oven, not able to turn around.

“And when did you get in, ‘Mione? You weren’t here last night when I got back. Not that I mind, it was nice not having to put a silencing charm around my room.” Draco was smug again, and Hermione could practically hear Ginny’s laughter waiting to implode.

After a minute, she forced herself to talk, glad her voice came off somewhat steady.
“I didn’t stay in my room last night.” There, that was the truth at least.

There was the sound of a chair being pushed away from the table as Ginny excused herself. Probably to have a good laugh.

“What’s with the She-Weasel?” Draco asked, thrown off from her sudden dash out to the bathroom.

“Hopefully a withering disease.” she muttered. Finally she looked up into his face. He was in a good mood, and was trying to steal food off Ginny’s plate. “Hey, you have your own plate.” She reached in the oven and pulled it out full of muffins, eggs and kippers.

“Ah, thanks Mione. I’m starving.”

Hermione watched as he devoured his food. Don’t I know it? She thought. Argh, what am I going to do?

“So you didn’t sleep in your bed last night? Hmm, apparently Ron and Harry were right.” Draco mused.

Her heart stopped. “Right about what?” Did he know more than he let on? Damn Harry to the deepest pit in hell!

“You have a freak flag; you just don’t fly it for everyone to see.”

Oh. Hermione chuckled reluctantly. If he only knew. “I guess that’s the truth. Not everyone has to be an obvious whore.”

Draco stared at her, and smiled to himself. Yup, definitely going to learn more about her. Right after I find this Hannah. “Did you see my, uh, for lack of a better word, date leave? I woke up to an empty bed.”

Hermione choked on her drink. “No-no. She must have left while I was in the shower.” She managed to splutter and then cleared her throat. “They do have a way of describing her, by the way. It’s called a one night stand.”

Draco shook his head. “I’m hoping this one will be long term. I definitely didn’t get my fill last night.”

Who would’ve thought her own apartment and roommate could be her own personal hell? She saw Ginny come out, her eyes alight with mischief, and cut her off before something truly heinous could occur.

“Draco, you’re going to the pitch for the game this afternoon, right?” Draco’s face looks even happier as he let a genuine smile grace his face. She felt her breath catch. Blast Merlin and his baggy Y fronts.

“Yeah, I better go get my gear. Ginny, aren’t you late for your practice?” Draco inquired, wondering why she was still there.

“Canceled, three players are sick. So I thought I’d come catch up with Mione about her night and who she spent it with.”

Hermione scowled. Why doesn’t she just spell it out for him?

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind that information myself, actually.” Draco wiggled his eyebrows.

She sniffed and looked away. “For me to know and for you not to find out.”

“Trust me; I plan on learning all your dirty little secrets.” Draco grinned and walked into his room, the same place she spent the night, and shut the door to change.

“Ginny, I’m going to ask you to butt out, and because you are my best friend, you’re going to agree without a fight. This is my problem; please don’t make my life harder than it needs to be.”

Ginny pretended to look wounded and sighed. “Fine, I promise I won’t tell him anything about your life.” She gave her a hug and walked to the door.
“Tell Smarmy we’re starting early, so to hurry up and get his pampered ass to the pitch soon. Oh, and Mione?”

Hermione glanced up from her now cold breakfast and saw Ginny pausing at the door.

“I didn’t promise not to tell him about Hannah’s life.” And with that she let out a peal of laughter at Hermione’s slack jaw and shut the door.

Some best friends deserve the Killing Curse.