Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Draco Malfoy or Hermione. Everything belongs to JKR

A/N Sorry if there are mistakes. I didn't actually reread this before I published it.

Hermione looked around the room carefully. Where was she and why was her head pounding like that? Someone next to her moved, and she glanced over to see a tuft of blond hair sticking out from underneath the sheets. Suddenly, last night's events came back to her. She had slept with Draco Malfoy, her best friend's fiancé! "Shit!" she said a little too loudly. Draco turned over in his sleep. Luckily, he didn't wake up, but he did throw an arm around her and pull her naked body close.

Hermione took a few deep breaths before carefully extracting herself from Draco's grasp. After her escape, she began searching for her clothes strewn all over the floor. Quickly dressing, she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and apparated away.

Safely in her room, Hermione could breath easily. Hopefully, Draco had been too drunk to remember. He must have been drinking a lot to sleep with her to begin with, right?

"Someone got lucky last night," a voice said, making her jump.

"Ginny!" Hermione gasped, staring at her best friend/ Draco's fiancée, Ginny Weasley, who was leaning against Hermione's doorframe.

"Imagine my surprise early this morning to check your room and find you gone, bed till made." She raised her eyebrows, and Hermione blushed. This was not something that happened often. "So who was the lucky guy? Anyone I know? Was it that Paul guy from the Ministry?"

Shit, Hermione thought. "Umm, it was just some bloke from the pub last night. Can't even remember his name," she lied.

"Merlin, Hermione. No need to be so embarrassed. We've all done it. Well, on second thought, maybe you haven't. Anyway, you need to hurry up and get dressed. Sunday brunch this morning at the Burrow. You didn't forget, did you?" she asks quickly changing the subject.

"Of course not. I'm a little hung over from last night, but that's all. I'll be ready in half an hour," she assured Ginny, who simply nodded and shut the door.

Once gone, Hermione collapsed on her bed groaning. She'd just lied to her best friend! And she'd have to see Draco in less than an hour! "Ok. I can do this," she told herself, before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to take a very quick shower.

When Hermione arrived at the Burrow, she felt sick at the thought of seeing Draco but chose to blame it on Apparation. Everyone was already seated at the table awaiting her and Ginny's arrival. Everyone was there. All the Weasley kids, their significant others, their children, Harry, and of course, Draco.

"So sorry we're late," Ginny announced, kissing Draco on the cheek before sliding in next to him. "Hermione had a bit of a late start this morning or should I say late night last night," she explained giggling. No one except the children missed her meaning.

Hermione blushed red and avoided everyone's eye. She slipped into her seat between Harry and Ron, which was conveniently (not for her, of course) directly across from Draco. When Hermione dared to glance up at him, she noticed his gaze was fixed on her. She quickly looked down again. Brunch itself was easy. Hermione kept her eyes on her plate and moved her food around.

After everything had been cleared, everyone adjourned to the living room. "Are you ok?" Ron whispered as Ginny prattled on about the wedding. "You barely touched your food."

Hermione smiled weakly. "I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach this morning. Nothing major. I'll be ok," she assured him. He nodded before returning his attention to the conversation. Hermione looked around the room and was surprised to see Draco staring at her with a concerned look on his face. Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice.

Disconcerted, Hermione waited for a lull in the conversation before announcing her departure.

"But, Hermione, you promised we'd go shopping today after brunch," Ginny pouted.

"Ginny darling, if Hermione's not feeling well, perhaps it's best to postpone you're shopping trip," Draco interjected. Ginny pouted a little longer before moving on. Draco continued, after Ginny's compliance. "If Hermione's leaving now, I think it's best I'm off as well. There were a few things my father needed me to look over at work today."

When she heard this, Hermione tried to calm her nerves. He has to go to work. His leaving has nothing to do with me, she assured herself.

The boys complained about his missing an opportunity to play some Quidditch, but Draco just smiled ruefully. "It's work. What are you going to do?"

Everyone understood and after being laden down with leftovers from Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Draco headed out back to apparate away.

Hermione walked quickly in front of Draco and turned on the spot just as she heard him call her name. Back at her flat, she almost collapsed in relief, happy to be away from him, when she heard a knock on her door and Draco's voice on the other side calling her name.