Hermione woke up the next day feeling sore head to toe, literally. She had a splintering headache, and other aches and pains all down her body. Snapping up, which she immediately regretted, she found herself stark naked. Hermione grabbed the sheets to her chin and fell back onto the pillow as her memories returned.

She remembered drinking alone and thinking of losing her virginity. Then, Draco Malfoy had offered, and she willingly consented! And she had so obviously gone to bed with her ex sworn enemy! 

Oh Merlin what a night it had been! Thoughts wandering, she noticed the clock on the wall and saw what time it was.

"Shit!" Hermione gasped and got up from bed. 

It wasn't the first time Ms. Golden had swore, especially not after last night. She blushed at the memories and looked for her clothes. Just as she had her dress on, she heard grumbling behind her. Hermione stilled, pondering whether or not she wanted her partner to remember. It didn't take her long to choose.

Zipping up her back, Hermione took a long deep breath in and stood turning to face the boy in the bed. Apparently, Draco was still sleeping, with his back to her. Quickly, Hermione fluttered around the room to look for a flask, successfully finding one in a supplies cabinet. Without managing to wake the sleeping Slytherin, Hermione tapped her wand to Draco's temple and pulled out his memory of having spent last night with her. She trapped the silvery strand in the flask and labeled it so she would know, but no one else could.

Before leaving, Hermione Granger did her utmost best to clean up and not leave a single trace of last night. She didn't once think of cleaning up proof that would last her forever. Moreover, the second she had left Draco's head boy room, Hermione herself had forgotten the name and the face of the boy she'd lost her virginity to.

Draco Malfoy woke up long after the other side of his bed had gone cold. He woke up in a confused hangover, but the situation he woke up to filled in most blanks. He smirked and fist pounded himself in his own mind, proud of having had the best sex of his life. No matter that he couldn't remember who it was with. One night stands were better left forgotten... 

(that is if you don't forget to wrap before you tap)

Hermione meanwhile had clutched her belongings and run back to her house. She tiptoed inside and sighed with relief when she found the lounge empty. In her room, she dropped her accessories on her bed and grabbed new clothes to wear after the shower. Hermione was under the hot water long, letting her aches and burns melt away. The pain of first time sex made her regret having lost her virginity the night before. The hangover didn't help much either. Even after she'd turned off the water, Hermione lingered in the stall, leaning against the tiles as she went over the memories she could remember.

Oh Merlin!

She quickly ran herself under the water once more, then finally wrapped in a towel and stepped out to change. Hermione watched herself in the mirror as she changed, drawing her finger everywhere she could remember feeling her lover's hands. The bite marks were already starting to bruise. She blushed, feeling so dirty staring at herself, and wrapped her hair in the towel. The cloth tugged on some hair strands and the pain gave her flashes of her lover pulling her hair last night. Startled again, she unwrapped her hair and gave it a thorough rub and a toss and threw the towel over the shower rod to dry.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed as she walked right into Ginny waiting for her outside the bathroom.

"Spill, Granger!" Her best friend demanded in that iconic arms crossed pose of her.

"Spill what? There's nothing to say, Gin." Hermione avoided the question and walked around Ginny.

"You're showering in the morning."

"So?! People can't take showers in the morning? I forgot to take one last night."

"Speaking of last night, I didn't see you last night. So, where were you last night? Or better, who were you with last night?"

"Ginerva Weasley Potter! Do not dare ask me that question! You know me, I probably skipped out to the library during the party. Now if you excuse me, I'll be going up to my room." Hermione stalked up the stairs and slammed her door shut behind her, drawing out Harry from his.

"What's gotten into Hermione?"

"The better question is, who's gotten into Hermione!"

"Ginny!" Harry scolded.

"What?" Ginny whined back. "Trust me," She pointed her hands to her growing belly, "I know sex when I see it. And she's acting very similar to how I did back when we started out." She pecked a kiss from her husband and started towards her room.

"I didn't know Hermione was seeing someone?"

"Does she have to? She probably decided to lose it during the party. You know, everyone had something extra to celebrate, so maybe that's what she did."

"Imagine that, Hermione Granger had a one night stand!"

"Harry James Potter! You say that to anyone about my best friend and I will forget that you're my husband!"

Harry back away with his hands up. "Alright, sheesh! Let's just get you down for breakfast."

Hermione never left the room since storming in after the shower, and after eating with the others in the dining hall, Ginny went back up to check on her friend. She found Hermione sleeping like a log, all care for dignity out the door.

"Hey, 'Mione." Ginny gently nudged her. "Wake up, love."

Hermione stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

"Good morning." Ginny smiled at her.

"I'm sorry, I must have fell asleep. We were going for breakfast, yeah?"

Ginny made a face to fake thought.

"Well, you missed breakfast. And lunch. Dinner wrapped up 30 minutes ago."

Hermione snapped up and leaned against her headrest.

"What?!? Why didn't you come get me earlier?!"

"Well, I thought it'd be best to let you have your rest. First time's a drainer."

Hermione blushed and hugged her pillow closer.

"Will you tell me who was it?"

"I... don't know." Hermione staggered, astounding her friend.

"Hermione!" Ginny scolded.

"No! Not like that! I wasn't drunk! It was a memory spell. I don't remember his name or what he looked like." It was half a lie; she remembered his details. His built figure, his striking white blonde hair. Just there wasn't a face or a name to go with.

"Well alright, don't tell me. Here, I brought you food."

"Thanks Gin," Hermione said as she slid over on the bed, "you're the best friend ever."

"So, you say you don't remember the fellow. But... do you remember the sex?"

"Ginny!" Hermione whined as she dug her face into her friend's shoulder.

"it was good!" She mumbled after a while and the best friends giggled together about that and more all the way to morning.