Set Fire to the Past
Hermione's POV
She stared down at the bottle in her hands, faintly wondering how her fellow Head had managed to sneak in a full bottle of Fire whiskey. He was too clever, hiding it in an empty sugar tin. He knew she never used sugar in her coffee, and judging by the other almost empty bottle in there, that he didn't either. She whirled around and pulled a glass out of the cupboard, violently slamming it on the counter.
"Whoops..." She murmured, her thoughts straying to the red-headed bastard whom she once loved. Loved, as in the past tense of the word. He had cheated, again. Maybe it was because she wasn't pretty enough...
"No." She muttered, pushing that thought out of her head. She twisted the cap off and flung it across the shared kitchenette, where it collided into a teapot.
Ignoring the mess she was making, Hermione Granger abandoned the empty glass on the marbled countertop and stumbled into the Head's common area. She sank to the floor in front of the plush couch where she and Draco spent so many nights laughing, and after tilting the bottle against her lips, promptly gulped some of it.
The first drink left her throat raw and burning, which started the coughing and sputtering that forced her to think about other things than Ron. She smirked at herself, realizing that thinking about not thinking about him was still thinking about him, in a twisted way. She was desperate to forget about him, a sort of desperate that made her sink to levels she hadn't ever thought of. Stealing Draco's fire whiskey, drinking almost all of it... She was lost. The burning from the whiskey hadn't faded after the seventh or ninth gulp, though the coughing had. Instead, her throat was home to a low, dull heat that had little effect on her chilled heart. Still, she kept drinking.
Draco's POV
He had been making the last of his rounds, wondering why his fellow Head had faked an illness just to get out of patroling.
Must be something serious to force her from completing her head duties. I didn't think she hated me that much... Draco half-smiled at that, because they were getting along fairly well, once he stopped brutally insulting her to please the people whom he thought were his friends. He still teased her, how could he not? She was so much fun to rile up because her pride never allowed her to just laugh at herself. So she always fought back. That was one of the great things about her, she was so damn stubborn. Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts of Hermione Granger, who was dating Ronald Weasley, Draco opened a broom closet door. And froze, his face going expressionless. But in the back of the closet, making out quite passionately, was Lavendar Brown and Hermione's Ronald Weasley.
Oh shit, he thought, as he put two and two together. Then, he turned and ran.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was floating. She couldn't tell how long she had been floating, or even what time of day it was, but she knew she was floating. Higher and higher, it felt like she never had to come down. She couldn't remember why she had to float away in the first place... But she couldn't muster up enough strength to care to remember. Shrugging, she focused on the way the stars twinkled in the enchanted ceiling and started humming some far-off tune.
*About twenty minutes later*
In the midst of her song, she heard a loud crash followed by an eloquent string of curse words. She recognized the smooth voice, that called out her name, its loud tone trying to pull her out of the clouds.
"Drrrrrraco!" She said breathily. "Come down here and float with me! Come lay here and look! STARS." She giggled a little, because it seemed wondrous how the stars were still there.
Draco's POV
After racing through the corridors like a madman, Draco finally reached the head's dorm. Only to crash through the portrait hole and trip over the rug like some uneducated fool. He didn't have to worry about Granger seeing him though, as she was underneath the coffee table, staring up at the ceiling. The empty bottle of his emergency fire whiskey lay abandoned on the carpet beside her.
"Granger. What have you done to yourself?" He asked, exasperation slipping into his tone. She flipped her head to the side to look at him with strangely bright eyes.
"Meeee? I's never even felt betttaarrrr."
Barely managing to suppress a groan, he crouched low to the table.
"Granger, if you come out here I'll tell you a secret."
Hermione's mouth gaped open, similar to a fish gasping for air.
"You, Dr-r-aco Mafloy, tell me, Hermi- Hermy Granger, a secret? You's trustin' me?"
Grinning at that last sentence, he decided he wouldn't be able to talk sense into her after she willingly called herself Hermy.
"Yes. I do trust you, but you have to come out here right now." He said, patting the couch next to him for effect.
She crawled out, cracking her head against the smooth surface of the coffee table. Draco reached out a head to steady her, marveling in the soft warmth that radiated from her.
"Whoa, there. Be careful, I've never had to knit heads back together. I don't want to start now." He pulled her next to him against the sofa. She leaned on him heavily. Once again, he forced his thoughts away from how warm she was.
Hermione giggled, which turned in to hysterical laughter.
"I would of nevvvarrr thoughts that you could…" she paused, her laughter causing her to gasp for breath- "KNIT." The whispered word caused her to go into another round of hysterics.
Draco groaned inwardly but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curving slightly up.
Hermione's giggles faded and she looked up at Draco, her eyes wide.
"Youuu are- beautiful. You have this face, that's unforgetable." Raising a drunken hand, she reached towards his face.
"BEEP!" she intoned drunkenly, poking him in the nose. With a laugh, she went to poke him again.
Draco caught her hand before she could do any real damage, realizing her hand was much smaller than his, but seemed to fit perfectly. Hermione stopped midlaugh and frowned once.
Draco wondered if he had gone too far, especially when she was intoxicated, when she leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his. Then all of his thoughts ceased.
A/N: SO DID YOU LIKE IT? Feedback would be greatly appreciated, so feel free to review or message me! And I am sorry about this mini cliffhanger, but I will try to get Chapter 2 up soon. (: