Strange Morning

( This is humoristic story. )


Strange morning

( It's Lucius Malfoy private thoughts. )

I opened my eyes slowly and notice unfamiliar shadows of light behind the door of next room. Looking around, I was surprised when I come to the realization that this was NOT my bedroom...and I was NOT alone! I tried to recall whatever circumstances had led me to this bed. I felt headache and taste of alcohol in my mouth. Yes, probably I passed out from alcohol. I turn my head and I saw young girl lying blissfully beside me. Her hairlocks were lying on her face, so it was hard for me to know if I met her before. She couldn't have been much older than eighteen—a bit thin with long auburn hair spread out on pillow. I reach my hand and gently move her locks from face. When I just take a glance on her, now revealed, face, I felt an instant shock! What a…?! It was Hermione Granger! How?!

With moment, the hangover fog in my brain cleared but my memory still eluded me. My pulse rate was beating in frenzy. Clearly, I had spent the night with this young mudblood girl but why I did such thing? I probably met her somewhere, but where? At party? In Hogwart's library? I saw her there most of times. But I never drink there. Probably I met her in 'The Leaky Cauldron', because the last thing I remembered was sitting down in that pub...or was it last night? Who knows how many hours or even weeks I'd forgotten? Dark Lord, why can't I remember?

What would I say when she woke up? What would I do? What DID I do? I quickly glance beneath the silky sheet to confirmed what I already knew—I was naked and so was she! Horribly! I took a glance on her firm breast with a pale nipple. Well, she have really good body. What I'm thinking?! She's a bloody mudblood! And she's still continued to sleep peacefully.

I must have been drunk. That was the only explanation. Probably, SHE did this to me. I heared from Snape that she's a great student in magic potions. I'll never wish to sleep with her, but… I really find her attractive, besides she's a muggle. Yet, I saw no evidence of drinking in, assuming it to be her bedroom and not a hotel room. Besides, never having been much of a drinker, I found it hard to believe that I could have gotten THIS wasted.

Suddenly, my stomach murmured rather loudly. I held my breath in ferar, but Hermione beside me remained sleep. I noticed a small alarm clock on a table beside bed and it was 6:20 in the morning. I start to remember what day is it, assuming that yesterday was Saturday, then this was Sunday morning. What an agony! I can't even remembered is she was good in sex. If we HAD sex. Bloody hell, I hope we weren't! But, why else should I be lying here naked?

What was I worried about? By all appearances, I must have had a marvelous evening. I went out to a pub and got totally wasted. That's why I picked up Hermione in the room and convinced her with my powers to take me back to, probably, her place for some casual sex. I THINK that I done that stupidity. She's doesn't have such powers to convince me to fuck her. And WHY will I pick her?! And why she didn't run away? I didn't tied her, so it must be mutually.

When she wake up, I'll tell her not to tell anyone what we did or her parents will never see her alive again. That's it! When I do that, there's likely to be some yelling and kicking and then I'll go from here. I must wear my robe. But, where is my pants anyway? I looked around the room but saw no trace of clothing, hers or mine. How is that possible? Dark Lord, what we did?!

I look at Hermione and her breast. I noticed hers hardened nipples poking at the silk with ever each of her breath. In shock I realize that I felt a slightly painful pleasure between my legs as I though of as having sex. Oh, bloody hell, am I insane?! She's a mudblood. But very good looking, indeed. I started to think that if I didn't recall it, it didn't really count. I was suddenly tempted to wake her, but I came to my senses. Unfortunately, she chose just that moment to begin woke up. She moaned lightly and rolled to my side, pointing her face directly at me. My heart suddenly jumped over in fear that she would see me. But she didn't open her eyes. I thought that it couldn't be worse when I was hit with the sudden realization that I really had to pee...immediately! Why know? Bloody drink!

I must quick find the bathroom or this terrible situation would just become even more embarrassing if I get wet the bed, so I decided to toss off the covers and run quickly across the room. Already, as my feet hit the floor, I could hear blured voice coming from her. I was determined not to worry about her until I got back. In fact, now that I found myself in the safety of the large bathroom, perhaps I could just stay there until Hermione got up and, maybe, went away... Why I'm scared?! She's just a mudblood. Oh, I wonder what she was thinking now...

( Oh, my God! That was naked Lucius Malfoy running through my bedroom! Wait a minute! This isn't my bedroom! Oh, God, I must have spent the night here in that man's house. My mother is going to kill me! Oh, no! I'm naked! Oh,my God! Did I slept with him?! I feel like crying. How did he ever get me drunk enough to allow this...when I don't even drink? The last thing I remember was sitting in the pub last night. At least I hope it was last night. Oh, no! Am I a virgin still? And why he would ever sleep with me? Is this his revenge? Maybe if I just cover myself, I can pretend I'm still asleep until he goes away. )

P. S.

Ladies...and gentleman,

I know that you're confused why I put this story in this section and not in 'Lucius/Hermione'. It's because I want to surprise you and also because they relationship isn't clear in this story. I hope that you don't mad about my strategy. I hope you liked it.