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A/N: Some mature content in this chapter folks, so don�t say I didn�t warn ya!

The chapter title comes from the song, �Can�t Stop� by Maroon 5

Chapter 11: Wrestle with You in My Dreams
Hermione almost fell over as a blur of light pink smothered her upon entrance to the beautifully decorated hotel reception hall.

�Herms! I�ve missed you!� Isabelle exclaimed, muffled in the embrace.

Hermione hugged Isabelle tight and finally pulled away. �Belle, you look stunning!� she said, surveying her friend in the light pink cocktail dress.

�Psh. Nothing compared to you! Goodness, look at you,� Isabelle said with a large grin.

There were a few people milling about, waiting for the actual wedding to start. A few had taken their seats and many were standing greeting each other.

�Thanks,� Hermione said with a slight nod of the head. �You remember Narcissa, of course.�

Isabelle had turned to the quiet woman in the dark blue dress next to Hermione. �How could I forget the one woman who I�m most jealous of in the looks department?�

Narcissa�s cheeks took on a pink color. �Nice to see you again, Isabelle.�

�Always nice to see you, Narcissa,� Isabelle said. �I mean, it�s not fair coming to the wedding and looking better than the bride. I mean, seriously�if I were a lesbian, I would come after you so fast...�

�Ok Belle, thanks for that,� Hermione said, trying to silence her colorful friend.

�Oh; sorry,� Isabelle said with a laugh.

�So where is everyone?� Hermione asked, scanning the reception hall.

�Well Ron and Ellie are getting ready somewhere in the back, Harry is trying to keep Mrs. Weasley from completely breaking down and sobbing�uh�and then everyone else is just anxiously waiting for the reception and free food,� Isabelle said.

She took Narcissa and Hermione�s elbows and led them over to where Remus and Tonks were talking to Ellie�s parents.

Aunt and niece greeted each other warmly and after they all said their salutations, Remus introduced them to Ellie�s parents.

�This is Margaret and Wally Ennis. They portkeyed all the way from Wales.�

�Hello, it�s nice to finally meet you,� Hermione said, shaking their hands. �I�m Hermione Granger, a friend of the groom�s.�

Narcissa shook their hands and introduced herself. �I�m Narcissa Malfoy,� she said confidently, not even blinking at saying her surname.

The bride�s parents looked at each other before turning back to the regal woman. �How�uh, nice to meet you Mrs. Malfoy.�

Hermione and Isabelle caught the anxious looks between the two. Narcissa took it in her stride, though.

�Nice to meet you as well,� she said with her chin pointed in the air, portraying the pure aristocracy she had come from.

�Ok, well, I think we should go find Harry.� Isabelle said, dragging Hermione and Narcissa away from there.

�What prats,� she mumbled under her breath.

�Belle!� Hermione whispered looking behind her to make sure they hadn�t heard her friend.

�What? Ellie�s wonderful, but her parents could learn some fuckin� manners,� Isabelle said testily.

Hermione suppressed a laugh and followed Isabelle and Narcissa towards the open bar, where Harry was standing.

They greeted each other genially and he didn�t even say anything when they introduced him to Narcissa. He was polite and friendly towards her which made Hermione proud that he was being so mature.

-----------------Back at Malfoy Manor----------------------

The second round of the house-elf talent show had made Draco very drowsy. He closed his eyes as the five house-elves on the mock-stage squeaked their rendition of �YMCA.�

�Draco! There�s no need to feel down.�

�I said, Draco, pick yourself off the ground.�

�I said, Draco, �cause you�re in a new town.�

�There�s no need. To. Be. Unhappy.�

��

�It�s fun to stay at the Malfoy Manor!�

�It�s fun to stay at the Malfoy Manor!�

The elves stopped singing.

�Master Draco! Stop falling asleep!� the house-elf dressed as a Native American said.

Draco opened his eyes blearily and sighed. �I wasn�t sleeping.�

�Yes you were!� squeaked one of the female elves, dressed in a muggle police uniform. �Did you not like our song?�

Draco looked at the elf�s quivering lower lip and the fat tear drops threatening to fall from her large violet eyes.

�Of course I liked your song�I just, had to close my eyes to, uh, absorb the standard nature of the, er, music.�

�Oh good! Then we can continue!�

Draco leaned his head back as the next group of house-elves trudged onto the make-shift stage wearing what appeared to be some sort of lingerie. He almost lost the control over his laughter when they started singing some elfish version of �Lady Marmalade.�

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Hermione sat between Isabelle and Narcissa as they watched Ellie and Ron sign the Ministry forms at the head table. Wizard weddings were a bit different from muggle weddings.

A ministry official from the Wizard Licensing Department presented the documents that Ellie and Ron had to sign in order to become officially married. He would also ask them to exchange rings as they were seated at the head table.

Hermione noticed Narcissa�s shaking hands as they watched the ceremony. She reached out and held her hands to calm them and Narcissa smiled at her gratefully.

�Do you see how much they love each other?� Hermione whispered to Narcissa. �They can�t stop looking at each other and smiling.�

Narcissa nodded then gestured over to Molly Weasley, who was sitting and watching with tears in her eyes as her son got married.

�She looks so happy,� Narcissa said sadly. �I�ll never get that experience.�

�Oh, Narcissa,� Hermione exclaimed softly. �Don�t say that. You�ll never know what could happen in the future.�

�I won�t live long enough to see my son be this happy,� she said and looked down at her hands clasped with Hermione�s. �He deserves someone to make him just as happy as Mr. Weasley is.�

�No one knows how long any of us will live. People have survived worse ailments than you, Narcissa. As long as you keep death away from your thoughts then it won�t have the chance to haunt you.�

Narcissa smiled softly and squeezed Hermione�s hands in thanks.

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The ceremony came to a close and soon the many guests stood about dancing, chatting or enjoying the perks of the open bar.

Narcissa sat by Hermione at one of the many tables, watching the others dance to the string ensemble. Hermione was talking animatedly with Isabelle about all the news at the hospital.

Before long, a handsome, tall, young man with short fiery red hair and broad shoulders came up to them. He stood in front of Narcissa and had a contemplative look.

Narcissa looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. Hermione and Isabelle stopped in their gossip to watch.

�I�m sure I would remember a beautiful girl like you, but I just can�t seem to,� Charlie Weasley said slowly, looking at Narcissa kindly.

In Isabelle�s unrestrained opinion at the beginning of the wedding, she had told Hermione that she found 28-year-old Charlie Weasley to be the most attractive of all the Weasley brothers.

Narcissa stayed silent.

�Did you go to Hogwarts?� he asked.

Narcissa nodded, a smirk slowly gracing her elegant features.

�Oh really? I don�t remember seeing you there,� he said.

�I wouldn�t think you would, seeing as how I went to school with your mother and father, although they were a few years above me,� Narcissa said with a small laugh.

�Yeah right,� Charlie said with a chuckle. �You can�t be any older than I am.�

Hermione and Isabelle looked at each other, trying hard to contain their laughter at the fact that Charlie Weasley was shamelessly flirting with Narcissa.

�Oh, but I am,� Narcissa said, still smirking.

�Well I�d be honored if you would join me for a dance and as we dance you can tell me all about how fraudulently older you must be,� Charlie said extending his hand out with a confident smile.

Narcissa looked quickly to Hermione.

Hermione reassured Narcissa with a huge grin and a wink.

Narcissa took Charlie�s hand and was led away to the dance floor.

Isabelle had tears in her eyes at holding back her laughter and the minute the blonde woman and red-headed man had left ear-shot, she burst into peals of laughter.

Hermione couldn�t help her own laughter and joined her friend.

�I can�t believe he didn�t know who she was.� Isabelle said.

�I hope he doesn�t do anything rash when he does find out.� Hermione said, calming down a bit from the laughter.

�Oh he�s harmless. He�d probably try even harder to get in her pants if he found out she was once a Death Eater trophy wife. You know he loves anything adventurous, working with dragons and all. Oh and didn�t Ron tell you? Charlie has been relocated to set up a dragon habitat in Brighton, which isn�t too far from here.�

�Get in her pants? He better do no such thing,� Hermione said, appalled.

�Don�t worry Herms�� Isabelle said at which point her eyes lit up. �Speaking of getting into people�s pants, have you humped Malfoy dry yet?�

Hermione�s jaw dropped at Isabelle�s crudeness. �You are so disgusting, Belle.�

Isabelle rolled her eyes. �I haven�t heard anything from you since the night of your date with Darien and me telling you that you should tell Draco about your little crush. So did you tell him about your little crush?�

Hermione looked down at the table. �Uh well, yeah, I did.�

�You haven�t had the courtesy to tell me until now?!� Isabelle exclaimed in an urgent tone.

�Belle�I�m in love with him,� Hermione said quietly.

Isabelle stared at her friend. �You�re in love with him?�

�Yeah, and I told him,� Hermione�s hands busied themselves with the silver confetti strewn about the table.

�What�what did he say?� Isabelle asked, noticing her breathing was a bit choppy from the sudden onslaught of surprising news.

�He said he loved me.�

�Holy fucking fucks,� whispered Isabelle. �When did this happen?�

�The day after he hired a hooker.�

Isabelle�s jaw dropped. �You�re going to need to clarify, Hermione.�

Hermione told Isabelle of what had happened that night: running into the prostitute, the angry banter between her and Draco, crying herself to sleep against her door, and waking up to find out Draco had slept right outside her door the entire night.

Isabelle nodded along in bewilderment at Hermione�s recollection.

�The next morning I ignored him and set to a Cognitive Conditioning set for Narcissa. Draco had to tell his point of view because she just wasn�t ready. I waited until they had left the garden and I just started sobbing uncontrollably.�

�But you haven�t cried over a patient in Merlin knows how many months,� Isabelle added.

�Well the things that they both had had to experience were enough to make anyone cry. I can�t really disclose anything, but trust me when I say it was beyond awful.�

�Ok, so you sat there crying in the garden�then what?�

�Well, before I know it, Draco has me crying in his arms, just telling me everything was going to be ok and that those things would never happen to any of us again. For some reason, that�s when I kind of knew��

�Knew what? That you loved him?�

�Yeah�I know it kind of sounds stupid now and all, but ugh, I don�t know.�

�It doesn�t sound stupid at all. As long as you felt the love, then that�s all that matters. There is no set time for people to fall in love. It just happens and if you�re mature enough, you�ll realize it for what it is.�

Hermione smiled at her friend. �But then some time later, something so confusing happened.�

�Oh frick, don�t tell me he started acting all male-like and started doubting everything.�

�How�d you know?� Hermione laughed.

�He has a penis doesn�t he? Most things with a penis are terrified of anything to do with connecting with someone on such a deep level, such as love. It�s completely predictable,� Isabelle said with a bored look. �So what was his excuse?�

Hermione felt her cheeks grow warm. �Well, we were kind of about to...you know.�

�Have sex? Come on Herms, you�re a Healer, you can say simple things like that.� Isabelle said with a teasing smile.

�Yes, well we were kind of warming up to it, clothes still on, just kissing these, (sigh) , most wonderful kisses, and all of a sudden it dawns on me that we�re about to have sex.�

�You�re not as smart as I thought. It took you that long to figure that out?�

�Shut up, Isabelle,� Hermione said with a small smile. �As I was saying...you know how it would obviously be my first time and all, well I just kind of got nervous and he realized I was nervous and he asked me what was wrong. So I told him it was my first time and he completely froze.�

�Typical,� Isabelle snorted.

�Then he just gets up and leaves me, saying he couldn�t do this and I followed him.�

�What was his excuse? Erectile dysfunction?�

�Belle�� Hermione warned with a suppressed laugh. �He said that he needed time to think, that he had too many mental issues to deal with and that he wanted a few days to just go over everything.�

�So did he ever snap out of his funk? Or does he still need time to �think�?� Isabelle asked.

�Well, we haven�t talked about it since then and he hasn�t approached me, so I�m guessing he still needs time to himself. But I just can�t help wonder if maybe it�s me; that maybe he realized that he really doesn�t love me, but he can�t figure out a way to break it to me.�

�Oh fuck that,� Isabelle said strongly. �He does love you, by everything you�ve told me, he�s just acting the way any guy would when faced with something so important and so fragile. Just forget about him for awhile. No use to depress yourself with his stupid predicament.�

�But it�s not that easy. I mean, I don�t want him to go through it alone. I want to be there for him; let him know that I care.�

�You�re showing him you care by giving him the space he asked for.� Isabelle said delicately. �Now, I know for a fact that it is Saturday and that means that you have a night off, so after the wedding, you�re coming to my flat and we�re going to have a girl�s night. I�ll find a way to bribe Harry away to his own house for the night.�

�Already sleeping together?� Hermione asked.

Isabelle smiled. �Yeah�we don�t get around to much sleeping though.�

�Ugh�no more on this subject,� Hermione said with a scowl.

�So are you coming to my place or what?�

�I�ll escort Narcissa home and then I�ll come by. I�ll borrow some of your pyjamas because I don�t feel like stopping by my flat,� Hermione said tiredly.

Isabelle laughed and soon Narcissa was dragging Charlie over to where they were sitting.

�Will you please tell him that I am not lying,� Narcissa said with an amused smile.

Charlie rolled his eyes. �She�s trying to convince me that she�s Lucius Malfoy�s widow and the younger Malfoy�s mother. I admit she does look like she could be a Malfoy, but I think she�s just teasing me. She�s way too young to have a kid that old.�

Hermione and Isabelle exchanged another look, this time a very pleased one.

�It�s true Charlie. That�s Narcissa Malfoy,� Hermione said.

He looked between the three of them. They looked completely serious. A smile crossed his rugged features.

�So you really are twelve years older than me?� he asked.

Narcissa nodded.

Charlie smirked. �Well then, this calls for another dance.�

Hermione and Isabelle watched in awe as Charlie took Narcissa by the arm again and led her back to the dance floor.

�Who would have thought that Charlie liked older women?� Harry said as he sat down next to his girlfriend and female best friend.

Hermione and Isabelle turned to Harry who was watching Narcissa and Charlie dance to a slow number.

�Well seeing as how Narcissa is one of the most beautiful women on the planet, it�s a surprise that all the men haven�t left their significant others to just be in her presence.� Isabelle said soundly.

Harry laughed, but soon his laugh ended as two people came into view.

Ginny Weasley and an attractive man on her arm came up to their table.

�Hey guys,� Ginny said in a friendly tone.

Hermione noticed Isabelle tense and Harry nervously clear his throat.

�Uh, hey Gin,� Harry said.

Hermione turned to the red-head. �Hey Ginny. How are you?�

Ginny smiled. �I�m great. Been having a blast in Texas.�

�Riding as many cowboys as she can�� Isabelle said under her breath so that only Hermione heard.

�This is Billy Joe.� Ginny said, pointing to the man next to her.

Hermione, Harry and Isabelle had to suppress their smiles at the stereotypical name given to the Texan.

�Nice to meet y�all,� he said with a tip of his head.

�Likewise.� Hermione said. �Are you enjoying England?�

�It�s ok. Sure is cloudy though. But then, nothing can really compare to the good ol� sunny skies back home.�

�How lovely,� Hermione commented.

Harry cleared his throat again. �This is my girlfriend, Isabelle.�

Ginny looked at the blonde girl sitting next to Harry. Isabelle was wearing a confident smile.

�Nice to finally meet you,� Isabelle said politely.

�You as well.� Ginny said. She turned back to Hermione. �Is my older brother really dancing with Narcissa Malfoy?�

�Yes. He seems quite taken with her,� Hermione said.

Ginny shrugged and then said goodbye to the three of them, going off to congratulate Ron and Ellie.

�Well that wasn�t awkward.� Isabelle said sardonically.

Harry smiled at her. �She doesn�t hold a candle to you, Belle.�

Isabelle smiled back and soon they went off to dance, leaving Hermione sitting and watching all the happy couples around her. She didn�t feel jealous or angry that she wasn�t out there with all of them, but she felt a certain sense of foreboding loss that she would never have what they had.

There was no doubt in her mind that Draco was the one she wanted. She loved him and first loves never truly dissipated. He would always be the one she genuinely loved and because he was imprisoned, hiding out from the Ministry, she would never know the luxuries of being seen out in public with him or even being married to him.

Marriage was a scary thought, but Hermione knew that she couldn�t imagine anyone else who fit the role of her life-long mate as much as Draco did. She shook the thought away.The stupid man was scared of being in love�the thought of marriage would push him over the edge into insanity.

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Hermione finally managed to drag Charlie away from Narcissa before the wedding came to a close. Isabelle kept Narcissa occupied while Hermione led Charlie over to a corner in the reception hall.

�So did you have a good time?� Hermione asked with a smile.

�Are you kidding? Cissa�s fantastic!� Charlie said with a matching smile.

�Cissa?� asked Hermione with a veiled laugh.

Charlie�s cheeks hinted at a blush. �Well yeah, she�s great. I�m thinking of seeing her again.�

Hermione�s smile disappeared. �Oh Charlie, you do realize she�s twelve years older than you, don't you?�

�So?� Charlie answered with a shrug.

Hermione sighed. �I�m not supposed to just spread this around, but she�s schizophrenic.�

Charlie thought for a moment. �How do you know?�

�I�m her Healer.�

He thought again. �Well she seemed perfectly fine when I spoke to her. She�s funny and smart and well, not like any other girl around.�

Hermione wrenched her hands together. �Look, you can see her again and if I see that you�re not hindering her mental health, then I can allow it to continue.�

�So I basically need your permission?� he asked with an indication of a grin.

�She�s under my care and I won�t let anything interfere in my treatment of her. Maybe, just maybe, I think that you could probably be beneficial in a way. But you better not mess around, Charlie. If you want to see her again, you have to be completely serious and noble in your advances. I won�t let her get hurt again. I absolutely will not let it happen.�

Charlie smiled. �So do you think my parents are completely going to flip?�

�You�re really certain about this then?�

�Yeah. She just has this nature about her that really is so lively, not to mention she�s the most beautiful female I�ve ever laid eyes on,� he said, looking past Hermione to the blonde woman standing a few meters away.

�Well you should go tell her that you want to see her again. I hope you know what you�re getting into,� Hermione said with a hopeful sigh.

�Always have loved a challenge,� he said before walking away.

Hermione watched him walk back over to where Narcissa was standing. She saw them talk for a bit and then Narcissa smile and nod.

Hermione prayed to whatever was listening that this would help Narcissa�s skewed view of attraction and the male species.

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Narcissa walked back into the Manor quietly after saying goodbye to Hermione at the apparation point. The Manor was quiet and dark, meaning that Draco had already gone to bed, so she quietly made her way to her son�s room.

She opened the door to his wing and found him sleeping on one of the couches in his living room. She knelt down next to him and stroked his pale cheek with her manicured hand. He was the most important thing to her and when he slept, she knew he was at peace.

She regretted her action when his bright, grey eyes suddenly fluttered open.

�Oh my love, I didn�t mean to wake you,� she said softly.

�No it�s ok. I don�t like sleeping on the couch anyways. How was the wedding?� he asked, sitting up.

Narcissa took a set next to him on the couch. �Very fun actually. I don�t know why your father hated the Weasleys so much. They�re very delightful.�

Draco missed the buried smirk his mother held. �Well I�m glad you enjoyed it.�

He looked down at his hands and then back at his mother. �Where is Healer Granger?�

�She has the weekend off and she�s spending it with her friend Isabelle.� Narcissa said, noticing the dejected look her son gave, �Ok, well I�ll let you get to sleep. I�m completely exhausted.�

�Night, mum.�

�Bon nuit, dear,� she said with a soft smile and kiss to the cheek.

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Hermione arrived at Isabelle�s flat and knocked.

She heard a muffled �come in� and opened the door.

�Isabelle!� Hermione exclaimed when she saw her friend curled up on the couch, sobbing. �What on earth happened?�

�Oh Herms! It was awful!� Isabelle gasped between sobs.

Hermione sat down next to her distressed friend and pulled her into her lap, consoling her.

�What�s wrong, Belle?�

�It�it had to d-do with that stupid f-firecrotch!� Isabelle stuttered.

�Ginny?�

Isabelle sniffed in response, ceasing her sobbing and resting her head in her friends lap, facing up.

�Tell me what happened,� Hermione said, stroking the blonde strands in a calming fashion.

Isabelle took a breath and wiped her cheeks. �Well, it was so fucking stupid. During the wedding, she asked Harry to dance and he asked me if I was ok with it, and I totally was. I mean why should I have a problem? I have nothing to be jealous of.�

�Then what?�

�So he danced with her and I was fine with it and all, I mean I�m not some psychotic bitch who is going to be all envious and motherly and prohibit him from dancing with an ex of his��

�Ok.�

�So we get back to my flat after the wedding and he�s about to take off his jacket when I tell him that he has to go to his house for the night because you�re coming over��

Hermione�s heart clenched as Isabelle started to cry again.

�Oh Belle, it�s ok, doll.�

�I just d-d-don�t understand why he reacted s-so badly,� Isabelle cried. �He said that if I didn�t want him to dance with Ginny in the first place, I should have just said so. I tried to tell him that kicking him out for the night had nothing to do with that and he said I was l-lying.�

�He thinks that you told him to leave because you were mad at him for dancing with Ginny?�

Isabelle nodded and hiccoughed.

�When in reality you really didn�t care about him dancing with her,� Hermione said.

�Exactly. I mean, I�m confident enough in our relationship to trust him that he would never do anything with anyone. I don�t have such low self-esteem to think that she could steal him from me.�

Hermione smiled at her friend. �She wouldn�t even have a chance.�

Isabelle smiled weakly back. �Well anyways, he kind of yelled at me for not telling him how I felt and then just left.�

�Sounds like something he would do.� Hermione said thoughtfully. �Always been a rash person.�

�Yeah well�I�m not going to apologize because I did nothing wrong.�

�You shouldn�t have to! He should come crawling back for forgiveness for acting like such a prat.� Hermione said with indignation.

Isabelle nodded dully, still sniffling. �I need a drink.�

�What would you like?�

�Oh I don�t have anything here. I haven�t had time to stop by the liquor store and stock up. Can we go out to a pub?� Isabelle asked.

Hermione couldn�t refuse the grief-stricken look in Isabelle�s eyes. �Ok. Let�s go.�

They didn�t bother changing, so they stayed in their wedding attire: Isabelle in her light pink cocktail dress, and Hermione in her dark purple halter dress. They made their way over to a new wizard pub that catered exclusively to the younger crowd.

The Prickly Pub was only a small walk away from Isabelle�s flat so they ventured out and made the short trek.

Upon arrival to the dimly lit pub, Isabelle and Hermione took seats on the farthest stools from others at the bar.

�Wha� can I get ya, loves?� the barman asked as he approached them.

�I�ll have a shot of the strongest shit you got.� Isabelle said, twirling an abandoned coaster on the counter.

�Tough night?� he asked as he pulled out a shot glass from under the counter and a bottle of a bright red liquid.

Isabelle shrugged in response.

Hermione rubbed her back reassuringly. �I�ll have what she�s having.�

Isabelle looked up at Hermione. �Really? You�ve never had anything stronger than a virgin strawberry margarita.�

Hermione laughed. �Can�t a girl branch out a bit?�

Isabelle smiled and chuckled quietly.

�There we go! See, we should just forget about the stupidity of the male specimen tonight and have fun with whatever nectar Mr. Barman sends our way,� Hermione exclaimed.

Isabelle smiled wider. �Hear hear!� she said and picked up the shot glass, tipping her head back and tilting the contents swiftly into her mouth.

Hermione watched Isabelle grimace as the strong liquor burned its way down her throat.

The barman placed a shot glass in front of Hermione and another one in front of Isabelle.

Isabelle lifted her shot glass up and waited for Hermione to do so as well.

�Here�s to all the idiot pricks out there that can�t seem to decide what�s going on in those teeny tiny brains of theirs. Specifically stupid immature boys who haven�t grown up and always seem to ruin a good thing when they have it.�

Hermione smiled and clinked glasses with her red-eyed friend. The liquor, whatever it was, burned her mouth as if it were pure rubbing alcohol. She coughed and felt her eyes tear up after she swallowed the entire glass in one gulp.

---- Three hours and eleven shots of anise liqueur later ----

�And then, then I told him that�that�that he better not take the shtupid wand fwom me because I jusssst don�t and then there was thish big troll standing in flont of me and�zzzzz.�

The barman watched as the blonde girl finished her incoherent story and slumped over in unconscious sleep across the counter, spreading the shot glasses everywhere.

Hermione hiccoughed and laid her head on one of her hands as she watched Isabelle snore loudly on the counter. The past few hours were a drunken blur and her thoughts were extremely jumbled. She couldn�t think straight and even forgot what she was doing for moments at a time.

The barman turned to her and pointed to the sleeping Isabelle.

�Can you get her home?�

Hermione nodded slowly. She really didn�t know what he had asked but figured that nodding would give her a 50/50 chance of giving him the response he wanted.

A few minutes later she finally formulated enough brain power to lift Isabelle up off the stool and drag her out the door.

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Draco lay sleeping in his massive bed. He had finally managed to doze off after thinking about what a complete idiot he had been in regards to the girl he loved. He had pushed her away because of a stupid dream that had put thoughtless doubts in his mind.

It would be one more day before he would see Hermione. He couldn�t wait to just tell her that he did in fact love her and that he was dimwitted in doubting what they had.

Sleep was nice. Sleep brought nightmares, but then it also brought dreams. Erotic dreams, too.

Draco lay on his bed watching Hermione stalk slowly up to him wearing a bra and panty set in the irresistible shade of dark green. He smirked at her choice of color.

�I�ve been saving myself for you, Draco,� she said in low voice. �You get to claim me as your own. I get to be yours and yours alone.�

He could feel arousal start in the heat of his abdomen. It worked its way down to his groin and he continued watching her predatorily walk towards him. She was closer now. She was standing next to him on the bed.

She smiled at the effect she had on him, his erection obvious from the tent in the thin cotton sheets.

�Is that for me, Draco?� she asked in a low purr.

Draco leered at her. �No.�

She crawled onto the bed, coming face to face with the blond Adonis.

�No?� she whispered in his ear, making the tent in the sheets higher than before.

�Mhmm. It�s for someone else.�

Hermione gave a small pout and leaned in to kiss his lips. She gave them a soft peck and before he could pull her in closer, she moved away.

�I don�t like when you tease me, Draco,� she said in a breathy voice. �Now, I will show you that your manhood belongs to me��

Draco watched as she slithered down his body, placing chaste kisses on his bare chest as she moved.

She pulled the sheet down, revealing his proud and swollen member. It stood tall among a curly blond forest. She ran a solitary fingernail through those curly blond hairs and received a hiss of pleasure in return.

He could have sworn he heard a giggle, but looking directly at her, she only held a small sneer of dominance.

Hermione wrapped her delicate fingers around his staff. He held his breath to prevent a satisfied moan that could give away what little pride he had left. As much as he wanted to just rip of those green knickers and impale her, he decided that her hand would be fine for the time being.

Before he could lean back and enjoy the workings of her hand, he felt a hot breath near the base of his erection. He watched in awe as she stuck her tongue out and licked his entire length, this time eliciting a low moan from him.

Her tongue made a stop at the very tip; circling the head and making his hips involuntarily rise up off the bed.

Draco heard another giggle come from down below but didn�t give two fucks why she would be giggling. Hermione�s mouth on his erection was the more important topic in his mind.

He tangled his fingers in the sheets as Hermione took him in her mouth, starting at the top and slowly easing her way down.

Draco would have never guessed that the practical virgin would be able to give proper oral satisfaction. It wasn�t something someone could just read in a book and be able to do.

It was strange though when he felt drool slide down his member and down to his thigh. The added giggle also seemed a bit strange.

Ok, so a bit of drool was fine. Maybe she had gone overboard in trying to lubricate him with her mouth. Either way, she was still bobbing up and down, making his head fog in hazy lust again.

Another giggle. The room was slowly starting to dim as if the sun was quickly falling. Draco didn�t care though, he could go blind and still not care as long as the sexy Healer kept doing what she was doing.

�OW!� he yelped when he felt her teeth graze his sensitive manhood.

Hermione giggled. �Oopsh.�

The giggle and the �oopsh� sounded very loud to him at that moment and finally the room completely darkened.

Draco opened his eyes in the dark and using the light from the moon streaming in through his window, he found a giggly, messy-haired Hermione holding his erect penis and licking it like a popsicle.

�What the fuck?� he asked, shaking his head from the previous sleep-state he was in.

He reached down and gently nudged her head and mouth away from him. He unwrapped her fingers off his appendage and pulled his boxer shorts back up.

�Hermione?� he asked, watching her lay back onto the bed and burst into another fit of giggles.

�Shhh�mushtn�t wake up Drakie-poo,� she slurred in between laughs.

Draco grabbed his wand from the bedside table and turned the lights on. Hermione was still wearing the clothes she had worn to the wedding, albeit much more wrinkled and stained with spilled drinks.

The reek of alcohol assaulted his nostrils and he had to stop himself from gagging.

�Are you drunk?� he asked slowly, watching her sit up lazily.

�Are you drunk?� she asked with a mock severity, pulling her smile into a frown.

�Fuck, Hermione, what�s wrong with you?� he asked, getting out of the bed.

�You have the tastiest cock in the world, Draco,� she said and burst into more giggles.

Draco ran his hand over his face. He couldn�t believe that she had gotten intoxicated and attempted to give him a blowjob while he slept. Well, it explained the drool and the giggling he had heard in his dream.

�How did you get here?� he asked, hoping that she could formulate some intelligent sentences.

�Uh�I flooed from Belle�s flat,� she said with a yawn.

�Why didn�t you go back to your own place?� he asked, watching her scoot to the head of the bed and climb under the covers.

�I don�t remember. Maybe I like thish place better,� she replied with another yawn before instantly falling asleep.

He watched as her head drooped to one side and her chest rise and fall with the obvious signs of deep sleep.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He really didn�t know what to make of the situation. It was too much for him to think through and he couldn�t really figure anything out with her passed out.

Draco would have to wait until morning to see what went through Hermione�s mind through this whole fiasco.

He watched her sleeping, looking serene as she took drowsy, deep breaths. He shook his head and climbed back into his bed, laying down next to her and turning out the lights.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and he could still see her features using the moonlight. He wondered what she could possibly be dreaming of.

Draco reached out and brought her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her and letting her head rest in the crook of his neck.

Her warm breath against his neck was incredibly soothing, despite the strong stench of alcohol that came along with it. He closed his eyes and reveled in having his love in his arms, the way it should always have been.

He almost jumped when he heard her mumbling.

�B-but I love him so much�he just�he just doesn�t love me back�but�� she said, breaking the silence of her sleep.

Draco looked down at her, wondering if she was talking about him and hoping to all the natural forces that she didn�t think he didn�t love her, because that couldn�t have been farther from the truth.

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