A sequel to "Good Morning, Hermione". Series of mishap that led to that fateful Saturday when Hermione was found in Draco's bedsheet. And whatever happned afterwards.

I. Her Big Mistake

Monday, a few minutes past midnight

"How can you ever sleep like that, Granger?"

I sat up with a start from where I've dozed off. In my embarrassment at being found by Malfoy sleeping in the kitchen counter, I fumbled at the camera I was tinkering earlier.

Malfoy's presence seems to have sucked out the oxygen in the kitchen that I suddenly had difficulty breathing. Call it paranoia but I've never felt comfortable around my blond fiend here after being nearly kissed (or rather 'assaulted) last Saturday.

"What time is it?" I asked Malfoy as he downed a bottle of water.

"A few minutes after midnight," he answered, wiping his lips with the back if his hand.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You've just arrived? Your shift ends at seven, right?"

PBB (pervy blond bastard) took a seat across me in the kitchen counter. "I've finalized some details regarding the next raid and discussed some reports with Tonks." He gave me 'the look' that I've hated since that encounter in the verandah. "You're acting like the suspicious wife."

In your dreams, asshole. "I'm just worried about those poor, hapless girls that you might victimize in such an unholy hour."

Malfoy threw me one of his sexy smiles as he stood up. "If I were that kind of bloke, I'd worry about you."

"He's just trying to get a rise from you, Hermione," I muttered to myself as he left for his bedroom. "Don't let him get into you. Don't let him complicate your paranoia."

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Thereafter, I returned to the task at hand, tapping my wand for the last time at the camera that is to be used for the raid the next day. Afterwards, I held it with both hands and took a peek at its lens. It worked perfectly. I can see through the walls around me. I saw Ron grinning broadly in his bedroom, in the middle of his bed, his arms stretched out across the headboard. There was a suspicious movement under his sheets that wrapped him from the waist down. I decided to shift the camera to the next room lest I discover the reason behind Ron's expression. Harry's room was empty as he had decided to spend the night in Ginny's flat. I wrinkled my nose as that afternoon's events returned to me. I checked on Harry's room earlier to borrow his Invisibility Cloak. I took two steps beyond the threshold, took a deep breath, swore heavily after having done so and immediately run out of the room. It smelled disgustingly of sex.

I shifted the camera to the other side of the flat, noting how it found difficulty to penetrate certain walls. While I scrutinized its flaws, I accidentally zoomed it in Malfoy's room. He was standing in front of his full length mirror, flexing his pecs as if to check if they're still in good condition to woo witches in the Auror Office. "Your vanity never ceases to amaze me," I snorted. I was so busy laughing at him that his next move completely escaped me.

He turned to face my camera. Then I saw it.

Fuck you, ferret!!! Where the hell are your boxers??!!

oOOo

Tuesday, 7:30 AM

"This better be good, Hermione," Ginny said as she took the vacant seat across the me in the table. Pansy sat on my left, yawning shamelessly over her coffee.

Unable to get over the shock of what I saw last night, I barely got a decent sleep and hurried out of the flat at the earliest hour I can manage. I invited Ginny and Pansy at a nearby coffee shop, telling them I needed a 'girl talk'.

"You look like hell, Hermione," Pansy observed. "You didn't get plenty of sleep, did you? And you look like you could use some color."

I took a sip of my coffee. As I gripped the cup, I noticed my hand was shaking slightly. "I…I saw something last night."

Ginny looked at me with concern. "What was it? Was it a Death Eater? Did you see another one near your flat?" I shook my head.

Pansy threw me a look of boredom. "You saw your wardrobe and found it horrible?" Biatch. "No," I answered, annoyed.

Ginny and Pansy had shrieked now. "Then what is it?"

"I ...I saw Malfoy and…and his..t-thingy" I managed to mumble.

Both girls blinked at me, unbelieving. "That's it? You saw Malfoy's thingy?"Ginny asked shrilly.

Pansy lit a cigarette and took one, long puff from it. "Aw, poor Hermione! She saw Draco's vicious thingy! Tell me, honey," she leant closer. "Did the thingy bite?"

Ginny looked curious. "How was it? Was it big?"

I clapped both hands over my ears. "Stop it! It's not funny! I can't get it out of my head!"

"Wow," Pansy said. "It was that bad? I've heard stories about Draco before and most of them were singing his praises."

"Yeah," answered Ginny, a look of amusement in her face. "Remember that story with Lavender Brown back in seventh year? And that one about Cho Chang the year before?" And they started to gossip in front of me.

"Can we focus on me for a few seconds, please?" I whined in despair and impatience. "This is a potentially traumatizing experience for me. The least you can do is help."

Pansy gave out two more puffs and turned to face me as if scolding a child. "You're over-reacting! You saw it, so what? Why does it have to bother you so?" She stirred her coffee lazily as she continued. "Besides, you've been friends with Potter and Ronald for the longest time. You've probably seen theirs."

WHAT??!!

Ginny choked on her coffee which Pansy ignored. "And you've stayed at the Weasley's place every summer previously. Surely you've seen Bill's, Charlie's, Fred's, George's…if you want something funny, try Percy's."

Ginny looked scandalized. "How many of my brothers have you gone down with?"

Thy sly Slytheriness just smiled enigmatically. "Enough to know Ronald was the best.'

"You're a very sick woman, Parkinson," Ginny said, shaking her head in disbelief and disgust.

Why? Why did I end up friends with these girls?

"I can't believe you, guys," I said as I counted my money for my coffee and started to leave.

"Well, if its any help," Pansy said as she doused her cigarette in an ashtray. "Don't tell him you saw it. He might ask for your 'opinion' and he can be quite innovative in his ways of pressing the issue."

Ginny patted my hand gently. "Be brave, Hermione. Be very brave."

A/N Since you liked 'Good Morning, Hermione", I felt a nice, multi-chaptered sequel is in order. R&R