1 Just For Today

I was at a bar with some of my muggle friends wearing a red color short dress which reached down to my mid thigh. It had a deep neck cut. I was wearing a choker and was dancing with my friends happily, that is until I saw Draco walking towards me lazily. He was completely drunk and wasn't walking properly, almost falling every step that he was taking.

ughh every time I think my day was going good!

He came up to me and fell right in front of my foot. Face forward legs out hands around my legs he was unconscious.

"Umm Hermione who is this?" My friend Caroline asks in a worried tone. Everyone was staring at me. Being Harry's best friend I was used to being the center of attention but this- This wasn't good.

I ignored her and kept looking at the lifeless body on my foot.

"He's quite cute you know!" is my friend out of her mind.

At that I reply, "Shut up! He is so not cute."

Draco the blond haired daddy's boy Malfoy was on my feet. His heartbeat thumping on my feet. -

I'm snapped to attention by his growl.

".... do with him?" My friend continues talking.

"I don't know....leave him here! What else can I do!?" I asked her in frustration.

At that, I was rewarded by a shrug.

"C'mon you can't leave this hottie here! Please"

Should I leave him? Sure, why not! Because I'm not him

Being a good person as I am, I end up helping Draco.

Even though he had bullied me throughout the school years,

and Harry almost died because of him. Dumbledore actually died because of him.

Draco had killed Dumbledore!

No, Dumbledore had made it very clear in his will that he didn't want Draco to be blamed for his death

And Draco hadn't said the curse anyway.

I decide to book a cab for him. He groans. Again.

I realized he didn't seem in a condition to be able to go back home or wherever it was he was living, on his own.

How Does It Matter To You? Shut up.

So with my bad judgment, Carol forces me to drop him to his house.

I get to babysit that jerk while C drives because it's her car even though it's bloody. Idea.

I hate him!

I tried convincing him to tell me where he lived but he wouldn't.

Ughhh

"Where are you staying right now?"

"Mmmhmm....booze..bear..sleep..

bed"

"Well, I'll get you to the bed if you tell me where you live!"

I'm soooooo frustrated. Why can't he just listen

Asshole

I wish I could just leave him on the road, but I can't be that bad. Even though I want to.

"I'm dropping the two of you to your place" C says suddenly, startling me.

"Absolutely not! It was your bloody idea"

yeah, once you have stayed with Ron long enough bloody is just as normal as saying 'the'.

"..he stays at your house" I continue after a tiny pause.

She actually did that. Left me with him at my doorstep.

Now I had two options. Let him freeze to death outside or Let him sleep in my apartment.

Just one night.

Leaving him in one of your spare rooms I take off his shoes.

I'm going to bed. I jump into bed not caring about my makeup or brushing. Just sleep. I have changed my clothes...hmmm.