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Lonely As I Am	By : MIverson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Lonely As I Am
- 2-Revelations
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-Lonely As I am-

Disclaimer: All Characters and settings of the Harry Potter world belong to J.K . Rowling. I don’t make

any money from this story, I just get to have fun playing in her world.

-This story is Rated M for Mature. If you don't like the content of this story don't read it. If you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal in your country to read this stuff, then don't. Otherwise, enjoy!

Dear readers: Sorry about how long it took to post a new chapter of this story, Life I have found sometimes gets in the way of our sojourns into the fantasy realm. LOL.

Chapter 2: Revelations

At Ginny’s wail, Harry came rushing out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped about his lower half. “Oi

Ginny, what’s wrong?”

“Downstairs-the living room, I’ll never get that picture out of my head!” She wailed.

Worried at what could have disturbed his love so bad, Harry rushed out of the room, completely

unaware of his state of undress.

“Ahh! Oh yes, Draco!” Gasps and groans came from the living room as Harry moved closer to the door.

Draco? That sounded like Hermione’s voice, but it couldn’t be. As far as he knew, the sister of his heart

had never even fantasized about Draco Malfoy.

He opened the door and stopped dead, the sight before him enough to make him understand Ginny’s

reaction. ‘Man,’ he thought, ‘I didn’t know anyone could bend that way!’ He stood there staring,

strangely fascinated and also more than a little squicked by the scene before him.

Draco Malfoy stood in the middle of the living room, completely naked. Hermione faced away from

him, her legs wrapped backwards around his waist as he drove into her from behind. Her arms were

laced behind his head, twisted awkwardly backwards as she snogged him.

Harry stumbled backwards; tripping over the table in the hall as he hastily retreated.

He’d confront them in the morning and discover what was going on, he decided.

A crash from the hall jolted the lovers out of their sexcapades. Draco turned towards the door,

Hermione still attached at his waist. They saw a flash of dark hair and a crimson towel as Harry vanished

from view up the stairs.

Overcome by Firewhiskey and a heady sense of the ridiculous, they collapsed

together on the couch, laughing, Hermione twisting herself around without really separating herself

from Draco’s body. They laughed until tears ran down their faces before collapsing into an exhausted

sleep.

* * *

That is how Harry found them the next morning-still attached to one another even in sleep.

“Oi you two! Wake up and explain!” Harry carefully nudged Hermione’s shoulder in an effort to wake

her up, cautious to keep his eyes averted from their nakedness.

Hermione did not respond to his prodding so he turned to Draco, carefully prodding at him with one finger. All the while questions stampeded through his brain: How had this happened? What was Draco Malfoy doing in his house? And why in Merlin’s name had he and Hermione been screwing each other’s brains out?

A ‘clank’ sounded as Harry’s foot brushed up against something wedged partway under the couch.

Stooping, he retrieved the bottle he’d kicked and peered at its label. “Ogden’s Firewhiskey, bottled:

1982.

‘A-ha!’ he thought. No wonder we were treated to such a scene. As he peered around the

room, he noticed several other bottles of Firewhiskey in a disturbing state of emptiness.

Desperate for answers, Harry waved his wand and the curtains sprang open, spilling blinding sunlight

into the room.

Draco awoke instantly as blinding light struck his closed eyelids and a lance

of white-hot pain streaked through his temples.

“Oi, Tinsy, close those drapes would you!” Draco moaned, flinging his arm over his eyes to block out

the painful sunlight.

“Oi yourself. I’m not your house-elf, but I would like and explanation as to why you are in my house

and what you think you are doing with my sister!” A familiar voice demanded.

Draco groaned and clutched his head as the loud voice hammered through his brain like a sledge hammer.

The voice sounded familiar. ‘Harry Potter? What was Harry doing here?’ He wondered as he tried to

make sense of the memories jumbling around in his fogged brain. His next coherent thought as he

blearily tried to open his eyes in the over-bright room was: ‘Harry Potter doesn’t have a sister.’

Cracking his eyes open, he gazed at the figure by the window. Unable to make out who it was due to

the lances of pain piercing his whiskey-fogged brain. he moaned “Close the window would you please?”

His headache lessened to a dull throbbing as the curtains closed, dimming the amount of light in the

room. A wave of nausea washed over him and he tried to sit up only to realize something was holding

him down. He began to struggle, frantic to reach the lavatory before the Firewhiskey he’d consumed the

night before made its reappearance.

Blinding light and loud voices woke Hermione. Pain shot through her brain as though she’d received an

electrical charge. A throbbing began in her temples and she began to feel nauseous as her mind and

body began to awaken more. Suddenly the brilliant light was cut off, lessening the pain to a mild

throbbing. That was when she noticed the couch beneath her was moving, seconds before she was

unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

Hermione opened her eyes to see as flash of white flesh as a man’s naked ass streaked past her. She

caught a flash of white blonde hair and was momentarily confused until memory and last night’s

celebrations suddenly returned with a vengeance.

Mumbling an oath under her breath, Hermione shot to her feet and raced off in the same direction as Draco.

Harry watched, stunned as a naked Draco Malfoy and a naked Hermione raced for possession of the

same bathroom.

“That was more than I ever wanted to see of either of them!” He muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes.

A sound from the kitchen made him turn, just as Molly Weasley stepped into the room, wiping floo

dust from her robes. The sounds of two people retching could be heard from the bathroom down the

hall.

Molly turned her head in the direction of the sound before turning to give Harry a stern look. “I

seriously hope that isn’t Ginny retching her guts out in there?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

Harry shook his head vigorously. “No. That is Hermione and one of her friends.” He gave her a twisted

smile. “I think they partied a bit too much last night. They are paying for it now. Happy New Year, by

the way.”

Mrs. Weasley smiled. “Happy New Year to you too, son.” She dug around in her hand bag. “Arthur

asked me to bring this to you. He thought you might want to see it. He’s got a cold or he’d have

brought it himself.” She handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Harry unfolded the paper and stared at the front page in shock.

“Prominent Wizarding Family Murdered by Death Eaters. Whereabouts of Malfoy Heir Unknown.”

A picture of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy in their wedding attire, waving to well-wishers graced the front

page. Harry’s eyes focused on the article below.

Prominent Wizarding Family Murdered at New Years Eve bash.

Last evening, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were brutally murdered and their house-elves

slain by renegade death eaters who apparently blamed the Malfoys for the fall of the

late Lord Voldemort.

As everyone knows, the Malfoys, while being instrumental in the Dark Lord’s downfall,

were by no means the main parties responsible for his death. It is believed that a group

of rogue death-eaters, led by Fenrir Greyback crashed the Malfoy’s end of the year party

about 8 PM last evening.

Witnesses say that a group of

masked individuals apparated in and began trashing the mansion. Nothing is known

of where Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune is at this moment. Speculation is

that he may have been captured by the parties responsible for his parents' death,

although several muggle witnesses have reported strange cloaked figures searching

muggle taverns and bars looking for a man with pale blonde hair, so we can speculate

that the Malfoy heir may still be at large. Any information on the whereabouts of the

Malfoy heir or the renegade death-eaters should be sent to the Auror department

immediately.

Harry folded the paper back up just as Ginny came down the stairs, dressed in a bathrobe. She eeped

at the sight of her mother and turned to climb the stairs again. Harry’s words stopped her. “Ginny,

could you please bring down a change of clothing for Hermione and a change for her friend as well.”

He put a strong emphasis on the word friend and Ginny raised an eyebrow before nodding and

returning upstairs.

Molly turned to look at her daughter’s retreating figure before turning back to Harry. Harry blushed

and cleared his throat. “Uh, I’ll explain in a moment. Could you excuse me for a moment please?”

He rushed into the hall, stopping before the bathroom door. The retching had stopped, and he could

hear voices whispering at each other on the other side. He tapped lightly on the door. “Hermione,

Ginny is bringing down some clothes for you and your, er, friend. I thought you might want to take a

look at this before she gets back down here.” He slid the paper under the door. He could hear Hermione’s

gasp and a choked sob from Draco as he moved away from the door.

He walked back into the living room just as Mrs. Weasley was about to sit on the sofa. “Um, you may

not want to sit there just yet.” He called to her, causing her to pause in mid squat. She looked at him

with questioning eyes before moving carefully away from the sofa.

Harry pointed his wand at the sofa and cast a quick ‘scourgify’ spell on it. “There, now it is safe to sit on.” At her questioning look, he shook his head. “Believe me; you really don’t want to know. I didn’t want to know either, but unfortunately, I’ll never get the images out of my brain.”

Understanding lit Molly’s features and she blushed at the implications.

“I take it Hermione is beginning to recover from the break-up?” She asked, more of a rhetorical

question than anything.

“Ah, yeah, I guess so.” Harry laughed nervously. He had no idea what her reaction would be when she

saw Hermione accompanied by Draco.

Just then, Ginny came down the stairs. His eyes drank her in.

She wore a dark-green velvet dress that hugged her figure splendidly. Her fiery red hair flowed down

her back like a waterfall of flames cascading through a forest of green.

Molly’s eyes lit up at the sight of her youngest child all grown up and looking like a lady. She kissed

Ginny’s cheeks as Ginny handed Harry two sets of clothing. Harry left her to visit with her mother as he headed back to the bathroom.

They were still whispering in the bathroom as he knocked on the door.

“Hermione, I have a change of clothing for each of you here. Mrs. Weasley is here, so you may want to make sure you are fully dressed before you leave the bathroom.”

The door creaked open and a bare feminine arm reached out. He draped the clothing over it. Hermione's arm retreated back inside and he heard a 'snick' as the lock was re-engaged.

He began to walk away but suddenly turned back. “Oh, and tell your friend as long as there is no trouble, he is welcome to stay as long as he needs to, but both of you owe me an explanation later.” With that said, he returned to the living room.

Hermione and Draco stood by the sink staring at each other, hung over and more than a bit in shock. After a moment, Hermione looked away, blushing crimson as she struggled into the borrowed clothing. Draco turned away to do the same thing, his face just as scarlet as hers. After a few moments where both struggled silently with their clothing, Hermione’s trembling voice asked shakily “Um, Draco, what do you remember about last night?”

**Sorry it took so long to finish this chapter. My muse went on vacation without telling me and she’s just come back. I hope to complete more chapters of this story in the near future. I hope you like it, feedback is appreciated.**

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