A/N: Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about the sequel to “Trouble” lately and this is what I’ve come up with (and, if you want to know what’s going on, you might want to read “Trouble” first – LoL). This isn’t a one shot and it’s not a song fic. So, I hope you guys like it. Don’t expect updates quickly, I’m working on two other chapter stories, two one shots, two chapter stories for “The Office” and my book. Add all that on top of working two jobs and being the single mother of a 16.5 month old and, well, you can guess how busy I am. LoL. Please remember to read and review. Thanks y’all! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. She’s a genius. I just think I’m a genius. I only own this plot and my only payment are your reviews. Please. Don’t. Sue. Thanks!

Big "thank you" to Karen (kazfeist) for the beta. You're awesome my dear!! :)

ONE
The Morning After

The first thing I hear Saturday morning is the telephone ringing.

The second thing I hear is an ambulance driving by with the sirens blaring.

The third thing I hear is Crookshanks mewling loudly from the hallway, scratching at my bedroom door.

Here’s the thing; I don’t want to hear any of that. I want to ignore it all, jam the pillow over my head and sleep the rest of the weekend away. At the least, I wouldn’t have to think about what happened last night.

“It’s just...I’m really excited about this job at Hogwarts, Granger. I really think I could make a great Muggle Studies professor. Think about it, the born-again pureblood bigot teaching children that Muggles really aren’t that bad? It’s a great job for me! I kill two birds with one stone, you know? I get to show people I’m not the same old Draco Malfoy and I get to work with kids. I just love kids. I can’t wait until I have a few of my own.”

Ugh, what was I thinking?

“You are so fucking tight.”

The phone is still ringing, but I can’t get out of my memories long enough to care.

“Holy fucking shit, Granger!”

I whimper as the onslaught continues; whether it’s in torture or lust, I can’t be sure.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my 1000 galleons.”

Would Ginny just answer that bloody phone already?

“Mudblood.”

“What!” I yell into the phone after I pick it up, my annoyance increased to the point of no return.

I hear Harry chuckle on the other end of the line and want to shove my hands through the phone and wring his neck. “Good morning, sunshine,” he says in a most cheerful voice.

I prop the phone between my ear and shoulder so I have both hands free to rub at my throbbing temples. “Good morning, Harry,” I grumble, not at all pleased to be woken by his jolly arse. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I called to speak with Ginny, but I’ll ask you first; how was your night?” I can hear the amusement in his voice.

Even though Harry and Ginny are “taking a break”, they still talk everyday. It’s a weird relationship; especially since they actually talk about their dates and whether they slept with them or not. Honestly, I think they just get off on it. They needed something to spice up their relationship and it seems they’ve found it. I’ll never tell, but I’ve heard them on the phone before – and the sounds coming from Ginny’s room...

...let’s just say there was a lot of moaning going on and not a lot of talking.

It’s gross. Blech!

“It was fine, Harry,” I say, unable to keep the annoyed edge out of my voice. I really don’t want to talk about this.

I don’t want to have to talk about how I shagged Draco bloody Malfoy on top of an abandoned car in the middle of an alleyway behind the bar. I don’t want to have to talk about the thousand-galleon bet he won by seducing the Gryffindor Princess. I don’t want to talk about how, no matter how much I hate that fucking ferret, I could still feel the after effects of my double orgasm for three hours after it happened.

I just don’t want to talk about it.

“Just fine?” he asks.

I groan inaudibly. “Yes, Harry. It was fine.” I hear him chuckle and I almost hang up the phone on him. I am not in the mood.

As if he senses my mood he says, “Okay, well, I bet I’ll get more details out of Ginny. Can I talk to her?”

Thank Merlin. “Yeah, hold on,” I say and drop the phone to the bed, covering the receiver. “GIN!” I scream out, not wanting to get out of bed yet. “GINNY!”

My bedroom door opens a crack almost immediately and I see one of Ginny’s caramel eyes look in before she pushes the door open more. With a smile on her face and her flaming hair lying softly on her shoulders in gentle curls she says, “Yes?”

Why does everyone have to be so fucking cheerful this morning?

“Where have you been?” I ask. “The damn phone was ringing off the hook and I wasn’t ready to get up yet.” Okay, so my annoyance has now gravitated toward Ginny, who hasn’t done a thing to me.

Except for not answering the phone when it’s fairly obvious she’s been awake for long enough to be showered, dressed, and ready for the day.

“I was in the bathroom,” she answers with a smirk. “I apologize, Little Miss Grumpy Pants.”

I don’t grace her with a response. I love her too much, though she’s really pushing my buttons this morning. Annoyed, I pick the receiver up and hold it above my head, “Harry wants to talk to you.”

A large grin spreads across her face and she bounces into my bedroom. Before I can protest, she plops down on the end of my bed, grabs the phone out of my hand, and says in her chipper voice, “Hey, Harry.”

I cover my head with my pillow, trying to drown out the annoyingness that is Harry and Ginny’s conversation. Unfortunately, it’s not working. After three minutes of listening to Ginny giggle (and I swear I heard a soft moan in there – shudder), I groan and throw the pillow at her. “Can’t you talk to him on your telephone, Gin?” I moan. I just want to go back to sleep.

She laughs, grabs the pillow, throws it down on my bed and then leans back on it.

Oh, no she didn’t! Stupid, little, pureblood slu…

“Make yourself at home, Gin,” I grumble and then swing my legs off the side of my bed. I plant my feet firmly on the floor and then stand up, but immediately tip to the side and have to grab at my nightstand to hold myself steady. Instantly pain shoots through my head and I want to scream. Apparently, I drank enough last night to not only fuck Malfoy, but to also be hung over this morning.

Fan-fuckin-tastic.

I turn around as slowly as I can, sure that if I move any faster, my head will start spinning off into another dimension. Wearily, I look at Ginny and instantly see a change in her. She’s pulled her knees up closer to her chest and she’s rubbing her thighs together gently. Her voice is quieter than it was and she has a devilish smirk on her face. Every couple of seconds she says “uh huh,” and then giggles or – Merlin help me – moans.

I think I’m going to be sick.

“Ginny!” I yell at her, but not loud enough to disturb my aching head.

She turns and looks at me with a smile, like she hasn’t just been listening to Harry talk about how his date went last night and getting all turned on by it. “Yes?” she asks, sweetly.

“One,” I say, “Stop whatever it is you’re doing on the phone with Harry right this second.” She giggles. “It’s not funny, Gin, it’s disgusting. If you’re going to do that…that…whatever that is,” I say, waving my hand awkwardly at her, “Do it in your own room. Not on my bed.”

Ginny bursts into laughter and sits up on my bed, phone still pressed to her ear. “Okay, fine. Two?” she asks.

I don’t know how she can be so nonchalant about this creepy phone sex thing she has with Harry, but I can’t take it anymore. It’s like watching your brother and sister shag each other – sick and wrong.

“Two, I need a Hang Over potion,” I say and then sit back down on my bed, unable to hold myself up any longer. My head just hurts too badly.

“Goodness me,” she says with a sparkle in her eye, “For someone who wasn’t going to drink a lot last night, you apparently did.”

I don’t want to talk about it.

“Gin, I don’t want to talk about it. Please, do you have a Hang Over potion?”

She looks at me evilly, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I groan, “Gin, I’m dying here.”

With the phone still pressed to her ear, allowing Harry to hear our entire conversation, she lies down beside me, propped up on one elbow, and says, “I want to know what happened with you last night.”

“No.”

She sighs, “Okay fine.” She turns so she’s on her back again and says seductively into the phone, “So, tell me more about your date last night, Harry.”

I cringe. “Oh, sweet mother of Merlin, Ginny, don’t do this to me!” I grab the other pillow from under my head and throw it over my face. I can’t take much more of this.

She’s laughing as she grabs the pillow from my head and tosses it away. She’s still on the phone. “Just tell me what happened.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Gin,” I say and rub at my temples. I don’t know if the pounding in my head is only from the hang over anymore. “I really need that potion, please.”

“What’s that, Harry?” She’s ignoring me. Excellent. “I don’t know what happened with her last night.” She pauses. “After I finished with the guy last night,” she giggles and I gag, “I went looking for her. She was out front of the club looking like she just got shagged senseless and chain smoking.”

Yeah, I definitely don’t remember doing that.

“I know, she never smokes, that’s why I want to find out what happened,” she says into the phone and then pauses. With my eyes closed I listen to her giggle and then, “Okay, bye.”

I hear her hang up the phone and feel the bed shift as she gets up. Finally, some peace and quiet.

After a few minutes the throbbing in my head dissipates slightly, confirming that the real source of my headache was from Ginny, and I can feel myself slipping into sleep again.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but it feels like only a few seconds. I’m awoken by something falling onto my stomach. My eyes fly open and as I look around for the source, I feel the throbbing return.

“Mother fucker,” I groan as I clench my eyes shut and grab at my head to stop the pounding. As I speak, I feel the bed shift again.

“Such language, Hermione.” It’s Harry. Great, just what I need. “It’s a Hang Over potion,” he says and I feel his fingers near my stomach grabbing the thing that had fallen onto me. “Here.” He pries one of my hands from my aching head and presses the bottle into it. “Drink it up.”

My eyes crack open just enough to pull the cork from the bottle and I down it quickly. Harry chuckles and takes the empty bottle from my hands as I can finally feel the pressure assuage.

Another few moments pass and I can open my eyes fully. Harry is lying beside me on the bed, just as Ginny had been earlier. He smiles at me, his brilliant green eyes twinkling. “I offered to bring the potion over,” he says, sitting up in bed and grabbing my hands to pull me up.

I shake my head gently, the pain completely gone, and finally manage to smile at him, “Thanks.”

He grins, “No problem. But, I do have one request.”

“Name it.”

“Tell Gin and me what happened last night.”

I focus my eyes on his and for the briefest of moments think that I should. I mean, telling Harry would be a great idea. Once he got over his initial disappointment with me for even thinking about shagging Malfoy, he’d want to get revenge on him just as bad as I do. And who better to help me get revenge on Malfoy – the son of a Death Eater – than Harry “The Chosen One” Potter? It’s a brilliant idea.

“No,” I say jadedly. No, I can’t tell him.

First, I don’t even know if Harry – or Ginny, for that matter – would forgive me for having sex with Malfoy. I mean, he’s Malfoy. And even if I was drunk, it’s still no excuse. They would both see that right away and hate me for it.

Second, once I tell Harry, then Harry will tell Ron. Merlin knows, I don’t want Ron to know. Even though Ron and I as a couple ended almost as soon as we began, he’s still a very important part of my life. And Harry doesn’t keep anything from Ron. So, not only would Harry and Ginny hate me, but so would Ron. Who would I have left then?

Third, even if they didn’t hate me, I couldn’t bring them into this. This is my fight with Malfoy. I’m the bint who decided it would be fun to shag him, so I’m the bint who will dish out the revenge. Harry, Ginny, and Ron have all fought in enough battles over the years. And even though I fought all those battles with them, I brought this one on myself. It’s not fair to drag them into it as well.

Harry is no longer smiling. “C’mon Hermione,” he says in his most whiny voice, “I brought you a Hang Over potion and everything.”

I answer just a little more firmly this time, “No.”

“Look, it’s not like we don’t know you shagged some bloke,” he says giving me that dashing smile that caused all the girls’ knickers to dampen when we were in school. “We just want to know what happened. I mean, you don’t smoke unless you’re really stressed about something. It’s odd.”

Odd doesn’t even begin to explain what happened last night.

“Harry, it was nothing, okay?” I say exasperated. “It was just a mistake.”

“Okay, Granger. I see how it is. Let’s talk.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You find what hard to believe?”

“That you just want to talk. You don’t talk to me, Malfoy. I’m a Mudblood, remember?

“That’s a nasty word, Granger. Please don’t use it.”

“I’m sorry, but isn’t that what you spent seven years of your life calling me?

“I did. And I’m sorry. I’ve changed. Forgive me?”

I shudder. “Just a really, really big mistake.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you okay?” he asks. I can hear the concern in his voice and the guilt I feel is suffocating. I should never have slept with the enemy.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my 1000 galleons.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

“You can’t? Mudblood.”

Anger seethes inside of me as I remember how I was duped. I, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of our age, was deceived and destroyed by that foul little prat. It just puts my whole pathetic life into perspective, doesn’t it?

“Yeah, Harry,” I say, trying to keep my voice as calm as I possibly can. “I’m okay; don’t worry about me.”

His forehead furrows in confusion. “You’re sure?”

I mentally calm myself down as best as I can and nonchalantly wave a hand towards him, “Yeah. I’m fine.” He doesn’t look convinced. “Really,” I say with conviction. “I’m just peachy.”

Maybe it’s the small laugh I add at the end, or the fact that I used the word “peachy”, but Harry finally relaxes. “Okay,” he says with a grin. “You can come in now, Gin!”

My door opens an inch and it’s like déjà vu when I see Ginny’s eye peer inside before opening the door fully and walking in. “Did she tell you anything?” Ginny asked as she plopped down on the bed beside Harry.

Harry shook his head. “No,” he said and then chanced a glance at me. I smirk at him and he finishes, “She just said it was a mistake and that she’s fine.”

I nod my head with half a smile and Ginny turns her eyes on me, scrutinizing. I force myself to look as calm as I possibly can, even though my mind is reeling with the million and one things I can do to get back at Malfoy. Finally she shrugs her shoulders and says, “Fine, then.”

Inwardly I breathe a sigh of relief. “So,” I say with as cheerful a voice as I can muster. “What are we doing today?”

I really don’t want to sit around in this flat all day and think about what happened last night. I know I want to get back at Malfoy, and I want to do it as soon as possible, but I do need some time with my friends. I need some time to just be me.

I need to get my mind off of what happened.

“Well, first,” Ginny starts as she gets up from my bed and grabs Harry’s arm, pulling him with her. “Harry and I are going to go talk about last night, while you shower.” I don’t like the evil, quirked eyebrow Harry gives Ginny or the devilish look she has on her face.

“For Merlin’s sake,” I groan as I try to hide my face in the covers. “Please get out of my room now, you horny barbarians. Yuck.”

Ginny just laughs and Harry’s grin widens. “We’ll see you dressed and ready in the living room in an hour, Hermione,” Ginny says and then pulls Harry out of my room and closes the door.

Ugh! If I don’t have a headache from my excessive drinking, then I’m being nauseated by my own self-disgust for sleeping with Malfoy and the overt horniness of two of my best friends.

What has the world come to?

Forcing myself out of bed, I grab my bathrobe from the hook on the back of my closet door and head out of my room. The minute I walk out, Crookshanks rubs against my leg and mewls loudly. I bend down, scratch him gently behind the ears a couple of times, and then walk down the hall to the bathroom.

Unfortunately Ginny’s room is right across the hall.

As I’m pushing the door open to walk into the bathroom, I hear lustful moaning coming from inside Ginny’s room.

Quickly I cover my ears, rush into the bathroom, and slam the door behind me.

“What the fuck? Can’t they cast a fucking Muffliato?”

I shudder and then turn the water on in the bathtub.

A/N: Okay y’all. There’s the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think by reviewing. You guys are awesome!