Mistaken
Title: Mistaken (working title)
Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, liquor and more to come
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter One after the prologue where Draco finds himself sharing the bed with none other than Hermione. Taking place after the war with Voldemort, assuming that many survived.
“What are you doing here?” She spat. Draco raised a brow and lifted himself up on one arm, the sheet falling dangerously close to falling off of his waist as Hermione clutched at them, trying to cover up.
“Excuse me? What am I doing here? In case you haven’t realized anything mudblood, this would be my apartment that you’re sleeping in.” Draco, sat up, the sheet fell closer to falling off his waist and Hermione looked away. Draco turned to her, rolling his eyes, “Oh don’t tell me you’ve developed a sort of prude in you.” He scoffed, “Certainly didn’t show it last night.” Hermione’s eyes widened as she went to hit him, he caught her hand.
“You miserable bastard!” She growled. “You got me drunk didn’t you? You did this in order to get back at Ron and Harry for beating your stupid little cause. It’s because of them that your father is in Azkaban isn’t it? Why your mother killed herself?” Draco turned to her, his grey eyes almost icy.
“Take. That. Back.” He sneered.
“No.” Draco grabbed her arm, squeezing her wrist to the point where she almost gave a soft squeal of pain, immediately he had her pinned down on the bed, he was on top of her.
“You listen here. First, I didn’t buy you a single damn drink at all. Second, it was you that was all over me. And lastly - why would I, of all people, Draco Malfoy want to bring nothing but a disgusting mudblood into my bed?” He smirked as she closed her eyes, hiding the hurt. He knew he’d hit a nerve. “Exactly. I had to be pretty pissed myself in order to have even brought you back here.”
“You’re such an unbelievable bastard.” Draco laughed a little as he let go of her and stood up, sliding his black pants on as he zipped them up.
“Sorry Granger, to be a bastard my Mum would’ve had to have died shortly after birth and I not have had her for the first eighteen years of my life…but I did have her.” He stopped, “And as for Weasel and Potter, aren’t you planning on marrying one of the idiots yet?” Hermione recoiled again, pulling the sheets around her as she began searching for her clothes.
“What do you care? Obviously you had your fill. Now tell me where my bloody clothes are so I can get out of here and shower.” She shuddered. Draco smirked and looked towards the window that still had the curtains shut tightly. Lighting a cigarette he turned towards her a bit, the light from the flame had given her a good look at what her fingers had so elegantly traced over the night before.
She remembered everything.
“I couldn’t tell you where your clothes are Granger.” Draco murmured, pulling Hermione out of her daze. “I think we did a right job of ripping them off one another, and if I recall correctly,” He smirked, “I did plenty of ripping off last night.” A scarlet tone began to seep into Hermione’s cheeks as she sighed.
“Then can you at least find some clothes to let me have so I can get out of here?” She looked up at him, tears almost brimming but she wouldn’t let them fall.
“I could. But not until you tell me why you were at that bar last night. More importantly - why are you in Venice? I thought your other two were still in England.”
“They are.” Hermione whispered.
“And what? You finally got smart and broke off from them because you realized how idiotic they are?” Draco laughed a bit, leaning against the wall.
“No.” Hermione said softly, looking away to wipe away the tears that were falling from her face. Draco raised a brow.
“They’re not flamers and pouncin’ one another are they?” He asked, before shuddering, “Wait, I don’t care to bloody know.” Hermione looked up to him, seeing the slight discomfort on his face made her smile a bit.
“No, they’re not. But Ron is getting married…” She said, seconds later covering her mouth, wondering what she was doing.
“And seeing as how you’re more then a country away, I gather you’re not the blushing bride.” Draco concluded. “Hmm, I wonder who it could be.” He started pacing back and forth, actually thinking about it. He stopped and sunk into a chair, his legs draping over and his hair falling across his face. He’d let it grow out just a bit more that it fell across his eyes. “Lavender?” He stopped, “No, too much of a ‘Won-Won’ lover.” He tilted his head.
“Susan.” Hermione cut in. Draco’s eyes widened.
“Susan Bones? The bloody Hufflepuff?” Draco exclaimed, shooting a look towards Hermione which only made her raise a brow as she looked towards him.
“Draco. Are you…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say, “Are you gay, Draco?” If she had a doubt of his sexual preferences, she no longer did as she found herself pinned up against the wall, barely being able to cling to the sheet around her body. Her hands above her head she looked up to see Draco’s eyes staring into hers. Now she knew the color of them, they were grey with a hint of blue, much like frozen ice with rough water hitting it.
“If you for one second think that you are ever going to say that again, you’re sadly mistaken. And, if I didn’t prove which way I go last night, then I guess another lesson is in order for you. Though I’m sure you’d enjoy it.” Hermione winced as his fingers tightened on her wrists.
“Draco, please,” Hermione begged.
“Ah, the classic tale of the mudblood begging the pureblood. You think that’s going to stop me Granger? I could take you right now. I did last night. Although I’m sure you’d enjoy that a little too much.” He released her. “There’s some spare clothes in the bottom drawer. Put them on and get the hell out.” She looked at him skeptically and moved towards the bottom drawer of his dresser and found a pair of black leather pants and a corset black top. Nothing else.
“Uh, Draco.”
“What?”
“Are you sure you want me to take these?”
“Take whatever the hells in there. Some broad left them here and I have no use for them.” He muttered as he walked over towards the back room. She figured he kept most of his spell books or whatever he’d taken from Malfoy Manor in there, anything that needed to be taken immediately he took. Hermione wondered if he even went back there anymore. She sighed and looked down a moment.
‘Better wear this then nothing but a sheet.’ She thought. Walking towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her and looked in the mirror for a moment. A small grin crossed her face because her hair was still straight, she’d worked so hard on the charm at the end of their term at Hogwarts and it had worked. Noticing her reflection a bit more she noticed an almost at ease sense of herself.
She was relaxed and she looked happy. Happier than she had been since Ron had pulled her aside at the ball she had attended with Harry, only to tell her that he was marrying Susan Bones. Hermione had left England and gone on a trip around Europe. It wasn’t just the fact that Ron was marrying Susan Bones, it was the fact that for the past year, she’d been with him…he’d been cheating on Susan with her.
And it made her sick to her stomach, knowing that she was doing that to Susan, who’d been such a dear friend. But it didn’t matter anymore, Ron had made his choice and she’d followed her heart to leave. Keeping in touch with Harry was the only thing worth doing anymore and she was glad to know that he and Ginny were thinking about getting married too. With Voldemort dead, Harry didn’t have to worry, he could have the family that his parents had never had.
“Get over it Hermione. Ron made his life and now you can make yours.” She told herself. Slipping on the pants she sighed as they fit her tightly, but weren’t extremely tight. Pulling the corset tight around herself so that it fit, she looked down, amazed at what the outfit itself had done to her. Looking in the long mirror on the door, she tilted her head. She looked like a sex goddess.
And it made her feel so powerful.
Hermione wasn’t sure she liked this power but when she stepped out of the bathroom only to catch Draco’s eyes on her, she knew that it was something she’d have to at least give a try. It might have made the pain go away for just a little.
“Thanks for the clothes.” She murmured.
“No problem.” Draco replied, grabbing another cigarette. “Tell me again Granger, why were you at the bar?” Hermione shrugged as she grabbed her jacket that was thrown across the floor, pushing her hair behind her ears.
“I just had to get away. That’s all.” Hermione looked away from him a second before she met his gaze again. He stared at her and her breath quickened. She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of his gaze or what it might’ve been, but it was un-nerving to stand there. “It wasn’t to meet you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Draco chuckled and stood up as he took a long drag, looking down.
“I don’t give you that much credit Granger.”
“Why don’t you call me Hermione?” She cut in. Draco looked up towards her and laughed a little as he held the cigarette in his mouth for a few seconds before taking a long drag, exhaling it later.
“Why should I? We’ve never been on friendly terms.”
“That doesn’t meant that we can’t be now.” Draco’s brows raised and he tilted his head, almost confused by her answer.
“Are you kidding me?” He asked, not giving her the chance to answer, “No, wait. You’re bloody serious. You’re a damn mudblood and you think I, Draco Malfoy am going to even associate myself with you?” He sneered.
“It didn’t stop you from sleeping with me.” Draco stopped before he opened the curtains up.
“I was drunk.” He said.
“That’s no excuse. I’m sure you remember everything don’t you?” Hermione started. “You’ve always held your liquor, I’ve known since seventh year when I caught you giving Butterbeer to the younger students and you’d already had a few yourself.” Draco shook his head.
“I remember everything alright. But more importantly, I remember using you. All you were was a good fuck.” Hermione stopped whatever it was she was going to say. Draco continued, “It was just a way to get you to shut the hell up and get you into bed. You were only a lay. That’s it.”
“Screw you Malfoy.” He smirked.
“Ah, you’ve already done that.” Draco didn’t bother turning as he heard the slamming of his front door as it shut. It was just another way to keep them far away, keep anyone away.
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Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, liquor and more to come
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter One after the prologue where Draco finds himself sharing the bed with none other than Hermione. Taking place after the war with Voldemort, assuming that many survived.
“What are you doing here?” She spat. Draco raised a brow and lifted himself up on one arm, the sheet falling dangerously close to falling off of his waist as Hermione clutched at them, trying to cover up.
“Excuse me? What am I doing here? In case you haven’t realized anything mudblood, this would be my apartment that you’re sleeping in.” Draco, sat up, the sheet fell closer to falling off his waist and Hermione looked away. Draco turned to her, rolling his eyes, “Oh don’t tell me you’ve developed a sort of prude in you.” He scoffed, “Certainly didn’t show it last night.” Hermione’s eyes widened as she went to hit him, he caught her hand.
“You miserable bastard!” She growled. “You got me drunk didn’t you? You did this in order to get back at Ron and Harry for beating your stupid little cause. It’s because of them that your father is in Azkaban isn’t it? Why your mother killed herself?” Draco turned to her, his grey eyes almost icy.
“Take. That. Back.” He sneered.
“No.” Draco grabbed her arm, squeezing her wrist to the point where she almost gave a soft squeal of pain, immediately he had her pinned down on the bed, he was on top of her.
“You listen here. First, I didn’t buy you a single damn drink at all. Second, it was you that was all over me. And lastly - why would I, of all people, Draco Malfoy want to bring nothing but a disgusting mudblood into my bed?” He smirked as she closed her eyes, hiding the hurt. He knew he’d hit a nerve. “Exactly. I had to be pretty pissed myself in order to have even brought you back here.”
“You’re such an unbelievable bastard.” Draco laughed a little as he let go of her and stood up, sliding his black pants on as he zipped them up.
“Sorry Granger, to be a bastard my Mum would’ve had to have died shortly after birth and I not have had her for the first eighteen years of my life…but I did have her.” He stopped, “And as for Weasel and Potter, aren’t you planning on marrying one of the idiots yet?” Hermione recoiled again, pulling the sheets around her as she began searching for her clothes.
“What do you care? Obviously you had your fill. Now tell me where my bloody clothes are so I can get out of here and shower.” She shuddered. Draco smirked and looked towards the window that still had the curtains shut tightly. Lighting a cigarette he turned towards her a bit, the light from the flame had given her a good look at what her fingers had so elegantly traced over the night before.
She remembered everything.
“I couldn’t tell you where your clothes are Granger.” Draco murmured, pulling Hermione out of her daze. “I think we did a right job of ripping them off one another, and if I recall correctly,” He smirked, “I did plenty of ripping off last night.” A scarlet tone began to seep into Hermione’s cheeks as she sighed.
“Then can you at least find some clothes to let me have so I can get out of here?” She looked up at him, tears almost brimming but she wouldn’t let them fall.
“I could. But not until you tell me why you were at that bar last night. More importantly - why are you in Venice? I thought your other two were still in England.”
“They are.” Hermione whispered.
“And what? You finally got smart and broke off from them because you realized how idiotic they are?” Draco laughed a bit, leaning against the wall.
“No.” Hermione said softly, looking away to wipe away the tears that were falling from her face. Draco raised a brow.
“They’re not flamers and pouncin’ one another are they?” He asked, before shuddering, “Wait, I don’t care to bloody know.” Hermione looked up to him, seeing the slight discomfort on his face made her smile a bit.
“No, they’re not. But Ron is getting married…” She said, seconds later covering her mouth, wondering what she was doing.
“And seeing as how you’re more then a country away, I gather you’re not the blushing bride.” Draco concluded. “Hmm, I wonder who it could be.” He started pacing back and forth, actually thinking about it. He stopped and sunk into a chair, his legs draping over and his hair falling across his face. He’d let it grow out just a bit more that it fell across his eyes. “Lavender?” He stopped, “No, too much of a ‘Won-Won’ lover.” He tilted his head.
“Susan.” Hermione cut in. Draco’s eyes widened.
“Susan Bones? The bloody Hufflepuff?” Draco exclaimed, shooting a look towards Hermione which only made her raise a brow as she looked towards him.
“Draco. Are you…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say, “Are you gay, Draco?” If she had a doubt of his sexual preferences, she no longer did as she found herself pinned up against the wall, barely being able to cling to the sheet around her body. Her hands above her head she looked up to see Draco’s eyes staring into hers. Now she knew the color of them, they were grey with a hint of blue, much like frozen ice with rough water hitting it.
“If you for one second think that you are ever going to say that again, you’re sadly mistaken. And, if I didn’t prove which way I go last night, then I guess another lesson is in order for you. Though I’m sure you’d enjoy it.” Hermione winced as his fingers tightened on her wrists.
“Draco, please,” Hermione begged.
“Ah, the classic tale of the mudblood begging the pureblood. You think that’s going to stop me Granger? I could take you right now. I did last night. Although I’m sure you’d enjoy that a little too much.” He released her. “There’s some spare clothes in the bottom drawer. Put them on and get the hell out.” She looked at him skeptically and moved towards the bottom drawer of his dresser and found a pair of black leather pants and a corset black top. Nothing else.
“Uh, Draco.”
“What?”
“Are you sure you want me to take these?”
“Take whatever the hells in there. Some broad left them here and I have no use for them.” He muttered as he walked over towards the back room. She figured he kept most of his spell books or whatever he’d taken from Malfoy Manor in there, anything that needed to be taken immediately he took. Hermione wondered if he even went back there anymore. She sighed and looked down a moment.
‘Better wear this then nothing but a sheet.’ She thought. Walking towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her and looked in the mirror for a moment. A small grin crossed her face because her hair was still straight, she’d worked so hard on the charm at the end of their term at Hogwarts and it had worked. Noticing her reflection a bit more she noticed an almost at ease sense of herself.
She was relaxed and she looked happy. Happier than she had been since Ron had pulled her aside at the ball she had attended with Harry, only to tell her that he was marrying Susan Bones. Hermione had left England and gone on a trip around Europe. It wasn’t just the fact that Ron was marrying Susan Bones, it was the fact that for the past year, she’d been with him…he’d been cheating on Susan with her.
And it made her sick to her stomach, knowing that she was doing that to Susan, who’d been such a dear friend. But it didn’t matter anymore, Ron had made his choice and she’d followed her heart to leave. Keeping in touch with Harry was the only thing worth doing anymore and she was glad to know that he and Ginny were thinking about getting married too. With Voldemort dead, Harry didn’t have to worry, he could have the family that his parents had never had.
“Get over it Hermione. Ron made his life and now you can make yours.” She told herself. Slipping on the pants she sighed as they fit her tightly, but weren’t extremely tight. Pulling the corset tight around herself so that it fit, she looked down, amazed at what the outfit itself had done to her. Looking in the long mirror on the door, she tilted her head. She looked like a sex goddess.
And it made her feel so powerful.
Hermione wasn’t sure she liked this power but when she stepped out of the bathroom only to catch Draco’s eyes on her, she knew that it was something she’d have to at least give a try. It might have made the pain go away for just a little.
“Thanks for the clothes.” She murmured.
“No problem.” Draco replied, grabbing another cigarette. “Tell me again Granger, why were you at the bar?” Hermione shrugged as she grabbed her jacket that was thrown across the floor, pushing her hair behind her ears.
“I just had to get away. That’s all.” Hermione looked away from him a second before she met his gaze again. He stared at her and her breath quickened. She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of his gaze or what it might’ve been, but it was un-nerving to stand there. “It wasn’t to meet you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Draco chuckled and stood up as he took a long drag, looking down.
“I don’t give you that much credit Granger.”
“Why don’t you call me Hermione?” She cut in. Draco looked up towards her and laughed a little as he held the cigarette in his mouth for a few seconds before taking a long drag, exhaling it later.
“Why should I? We’ve never been on friendly terms.”
“That doesn’t meant that we can’t be now.” Draco’s brows raised and he tilted his head, almost confused by her answer.
“Are you kidding me?” He asked, not giving her the chance to answer, “No, wait. You’re bloody serious. You’re a damn mudblood and you think I, Draco Malfoy am going to even associate myself with you?” He sneered.
“It didn’t stop you from sleeping with me.” Draco stopped before he opened the curtains up.
“I was drunk.” He said.
“That’s no excuse. I’m sure you remember everything don’t you?” Hermione started. “You’ve always held your liquor, I’ve known since seventh year when I caught you giving Butterbeer to the younger students and you’d already had a few yourself.” Draco shook his head.
“I remember everything alright. But more importantly, I remember using you. All you were was a good fuck.” Hermione stopped whatever it was she was going to say. Draco continued, “It was just a way to get you to shut the hell up and get you into bed. You were only a lay. That’s it.”
“Screw you Malfoy.” He smirked.
“Ah, you’ve already done that.” Draco didn’t bother turning as he heard the slamming of his front door as it shut. It was just another way to keep them far away, keep anyone away.
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