A/N- sorry for the repost of the same chapter. I decided to switch to first person, hope it works :)
**Hermione **
I knocked back the firewhiskey in my glass savoring the burn and held it out for the barman to fill. I might have been on my fifth, or maybe sixth, but I really wasn't counting, all I was trying to do was burn the image of Ron and some girl entwined and grunting in our bed. Well it technically wasn't our bed since we were meant to be on holiday, but it was the bed we were supposed to share. I knocked back another mouthful of the liquid and held my glass out again as I tried to block out the guilt and the pain that it was my fault. We got into a massive argument in the day over where we were going to eat and then he'd stormed out. I wasn't going to be left alone in the house on our second day so after grabbing a few things to go swimming, a change of clothes and a book, I left too, apparating away to a secluded beach I knew of and there I stayed, all day, till I decided it was time to go home and what a home I returned to.
I froze when I popped quietly into existence in the front porch of the little chalet we'd booked. A pair of heels were on the floor in the doorway and I frowned looking towards the bedroom trying to stop my brain going into overdrive, maybe they were a gift. Like a ghost I moved towards the bedroom door pushing it open and freezing when I saw my husband fucking another woman in our bed. Disbelief rocked through me and without making a sound I backed away, too in shock to even react so I literally just grabbed my phone and purse and left.
Which was how I came to be sat at a beach bar in Italy getting gradually drunker as I knocked back firewhiskey after firewhiskey, surrounded by happy couples.
"I wouldn't keep drinking like that," A voice warned. I recognised the voice but didn't even raise my eyes to recognise the speaker.
"What's it to you?" I murmured as the bartender placed another drink in my hand.
"Nothing. I just know what its like to wake up with a firewhiskey hangover." I could feel the speakers eyes on me and I just frowned down at my fingers and began twisting my wedding band and engagement ring around and around on my finger when the bartender just placed the bottle of firewhiskey in front of me.
"Here,"He said gruffly and I just waved a hand, lazily thanking him, before grabbing the bottle and after a glance between it and the glass just drinking straight from the bottle.
"Jesus," The familiar voice next to me groaned, and when I next set the bottle down a pale white had removed it. I felt a flash of anger and turned on the man who had stolen my relief ready to shout but just gawped when I came face to face with Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" I hissed.
"Granger," He said in reply.
"Weasley," I automatically corrected, my fingers shooting to my wedding band again.
"You sure about that?" Malfoy questioned as he looked at me but I just frowned at him.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
"Temper, temper… I mean, are you sure it's Weasley not Granger? Happily married women don't sit in a foreign bar, drinking firewhiskey like its water, twisting their wedding band around their finger. What did he do?" Malfoy asked me. He had that familiar horrible smirk playing across his lips and I just wanted to smack him, but instead I held out my hand for the bottle, which he kept back from me.
"I'm gonna need that bottle back if you want me to tell you Malfoy," I snapped and Malfoy sighed as he gave it back to me. Sighing I tipped the bottle back to my mouth and took three long swigs from it, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.
"Slow down Granger," Malfoy hissed as he reached to lower the bottle.
"We came on holiday to get some time away from work, get back into being us… We have one tiny argument about dinner today and he storms out. I wasn't going to wait in the house till he returned-,"
"Naturally," Malfoy interjected and I glared at him.
"I wasn't going to wait around all day so I went to the beach, read a book, enjoyed the sun we were only on our second day for God's sake. I get home and he's fucking some random slut," I said, my voice sounded harsh to my own ears and I couldn't help but smirk to myself when Malfoy winced.
Malfoy didn't say anything for a few minutes, just watched the counter, so I shrugged and raised the bottle back to my lips with a harsh laugh.
"Wait… Granger," Malfoy murmured catching my arm before I could drink again, he let go almost as soon as he noticed the withering look I gave him.
"What Malfoy?"
"Where are you staying tonight?" Malfoy questioned and I frowned. I, the know-it-all with a plan for everything, seriously hadn't thought that far ahead, I obviously couldn't stay at the beach bar.
"I'll get a room somewhere," I shrugged glancing up at Malfoy, but then he began to swim suddenly and almost immediately his hands caught me, steadying me on the barstool.
"No you won't. Not like this, come with me," Malfoy murmured as he stood from the bar. I looked at him, or tried to, squinting into his grey eyes. "Trust me," Malfoy sighed, rolling his eyes. For some reason unknown to me I accepted and slid off the barstool and attempted to get the bar tenders attention to pay. I felt rather than saw Malfoy roll his eyes, but he simply waved the bar manager over and gave him something I was getting too drunk to see, I was too drunk to care anyway, then he started to lead me away across the beach.
"If you wanted to go for a moonlight stroll on the beach you could have just asked," I giggled. Yeah, I was drunk.
**Draco**
I couldn't help but almost laugh to myself as Granger suddenly kicked off her wedge heels and then holding the shoes in one hand and the bottle in the other she started to skip down the ocean shoreline, every now and then taking a swig and giggling to herself.
"Granger," I called with warning as I caught up to her during a particularly long gulp.
"What Malfoy?" She was slurring now. "Jeez you need to lighten up," She then giggled.
"Granger you realise you've drunk nearly three quarters of that bottle right?" I sniggered. Granger's eyes opened wide as she saw the bottle but she just shrugged and sat down on the sand looking out to sea.
"I'm on holiday for three weeks. I'm here for three weeks. Why can't I let loose every once in a while?"
"Well you can, I'm not stopping you but you're gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow," I murmured as I looked at her leaning back on her arms, I'd have been lying if I said my eyes didn't linger far too long on her legs. "Come on Granger lets go back to mine and then you can drink to your hearts content," I said against my better judgement as I held out a hand for her.
"Back to yours?" Granger questioned as she took my hand. Her hand was warm and small and soft and my thoughts went quickly south and I let go as soon as she was on her feet.
"Well where did you think I was taking you?" I sighed as I led her in the direction of a large chalet with all the lights on.
"Dunno." Granger said shortly before she started to run again. I groaned and ran after her before she hurt herself.
When we reached my front porch I unlocked the door and let her in, she was defintely swaying now but made her way over to the loveseat in front of the fireplace and sat down on it fairly gracefully.
"Drink with me Malfoy," Granger suggested and I almost laughed.
"There does not need to be two drunk people in here tonight," I smirked. I'd really only asked her to come back because I wanted her to be safe, I hadn't brought her back to take advantage of her.
"Why not?" She pouted and just like that I was mesmerised. I wasn't blind, Granger was beautiful, always had been, and in her drunken state she was adorable and against my better judgement I sat down next to her and took a deep swig from the bottle she held out relishing the burn at the back of my throat.
**Hermione**
"Oh my god, my head!" I gasped as I woke up during a particularly nasty throb. It was mid afternoon by the temperature of the room but then I realised I wasn't alone and a long pale arm was draped across my naked torso. With a shriek I jumped out of bed pulling the top sheet with me as I backed away from the man in the bed.
"Granger I am going to kill you… This hangover is your fault," Malfoy groaned, then he opened his eyes and looked at me, his stormy silver eyes taking in everything. "Shit."
"Did we…?" My unspoken question lay on the air like a blanket, smothering the me till I couldn't breathe.
"What do you think?" Malfoy murmured as he sat up in the bed.
"Oh god. I don't remember, and… where are my rings?" I gasped, finally noticing that there was a significant absence of a slim gold wedding band and a simple engagement ring on my left hand.
Tearing out of the room I came to a sudden halt as I looked down the balcony onto the main living area. I remembered sitting on the loveseat with Malfoy and I remembered drinking more and more than was wise and talking.
"Malfoy… Why do you think Ron cheated on me?" I murmured. I was staring into the empty bottom of the bottle I had finished watching the flames reflect in it when I felt Malfoy shrug and leave the chair. Looking up I saw him bring over another bottle and I couldn't help the drunken grin that spread over my face.
"This is probably not wise, but I'm not going to discuss the ins and outs of Weasley's mind with you," Malfoy murmured as he took the first gulp, he kept hold of it for a bit then looked at me with a smirk. "Do you want to play a drinking game?" I looked at him slyly, wondering how bad a game could be.
"What kind of drinking game?" I couldn't help it, I knew I shouldn't be playing drinking games with Malfoy but I was curious.
"How about never have I ever?" Malfoy suggested and I nodded, matching his playful smirk with my own. As I looked at him, maybe it was just the drink but I couldn't help but find Malfoy quite attractive. It had been 6 years since the war and he'd filled out nicely. Broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, gorgeous silver eyes and his blonde hair was now free of the grease he used to use and was cut fairly short but every now and then strands would fall into his eyes. My eyes travelled down him as I licked my lips dryly and they came to rest on his tanned forearms and his long thin hands. Malfoy cleared his throat and I jumped remembering what he'd suggested.
"Okay, you start," I said bossily and Draco's eyebrow hitched up as that sexy smirk graced his face again. Sexy… God's I was drunk.
"Okay, rules, you have to say something you've not done and you drink if I say something you've done… Never have I ever had shit sex," Malfoy smirked. My mouth popped open and I glared at him as he forced me to remember all the times I had laid bored beneath my husband as finished far too soon. Malfoy only smirked widely at me so I snatched the bottle and downed a gulp or three. Malfoy crowed with laughter, his head flung back with his blonde hair in his eyes.
"Never have I ever wanted to fuck someone in this room," I said quickly without thinking as my eyes raked over him again and Malfoy looked at me shrewdly.
"Drink…" Her ordered.
"Excuse me?" I gasped releasing my lip from my teeth as wild histeria bubbled inside me.
"Drink… Who wouldn't want to fuck yo- er me," Malfoy spoke quickly, but I'd heard his slip and now it was my turn to grin widely.
"You want to fuck me Malfoy?" I giggle, teasing. "Drink." Obediently he drank his fill, but his eyes never left mine, and when he lowered the bottle he got close to me. Unbidden my eyes fluttered closed as I inhaled the smell of his cologne, I very much wanted to lean forwards and run my tongue along his neck and I unconciously leant forwards ever so slighty.
"Drink," He breathed into my ear and then pulled back laughing. I glared at him for a second but then shrugged and drank anyway, my vision was getting even more blurry and I was having fun so why the fuck not.
"Okay… Never have I ever…" Malfoy's eyes glinted strangely and I almost didn't hear his next words.
"What?"
"Never have I ever lost my virginity on a teacher's desk while wearing a glamour charm," Malfoy repeated smugly. I looked at him… He knew. I drank avoiding his eyes altogether.
"So it was you," Draco whispered as he looked at me, his eyes were different, soft and I didn't exactly feel comfortable with the change.
"I'd had my heart broken, you could make me forget," I shrugged indifferently and Malfoy's stare changed to become predatory and I leant back under his hungry stare .
"Take them off," He whispered.
"What?"
"Take these, off," Malfoy repeated, this time catching my ring finger. At his suggestion I felt my eyes grow wide and I slowly slipped the rings from my fingers without breaking eye contact. In my drunken state they slipped from my fingers, landing on the floor and rolling to who knew where. As soon as my finger was free Malfoy dived at me catching my lips with his in a bruising kiss as I pulled him to me and I remembered nothing more.
"Malfoy… I think we had sex last night," I murmured as she heard the man himself come up behind me.
"Again," Malfoy muttered and I felt my face betray me as my eyes widened.
"I'd hoped you didn't remember that," I whispered, but he shrugged.
"I remember everything but the sex, we took a bottle upstairs with us and I drank most of it," Malfoy said. He sounded disappointed as he moved down the stairs and walked to the loveseat. "They're here… If you want them. You're phone's here too with about fifty missed calls may I add." I raced down the stairs forgetting I was still only wearing the cotton top sheet and grabbed my rings. I was about to put them back on my finger when I stopped and picked up my phone instead. I had a million text messages and I flicked through the ones from Ron.
Baby where r u?
I scrolled down
Waiting up for you? Can't believe you missed Dinner.
Scrolled down again
I didn't realise you'd come home. I'm sorry. Let's talk. Where are you?
I scrolled down again and again, the messages getting angrier and angrier until I reached the end of the thread.
Fine if you want to be a child about this go ahead. It was only a shag, but if you want to take it to heart do it. I don't care. I'm going back home. Chalet's free and I'll ask Ginny to get your stuff from the flat. We should have known this wouldn't work. I'll send the divorce papers through to your parents address. See ya Hermione.
"That git," Malfoy hissed, reading over my shoulder. I just felt numb.
Author's Note.
I'll be honest. This started off the top of my head, I have a very vague idea of where it's going I just want to write cute and smutty Dramione romance again. That and I really wanna take a crack at having a family in there this time, I tend to skip anything baby related. But yeah I'm back. Any ideas on where I could take this are definitely welcome, and if you wanna leave me a review as to whether you like where this is going pleeaseeeeeeeeeeeeee do.
Hope you enjoyed
~eden~