Hi everyone! He's that new story I was talking about! I've actually decided that I like where this story is going A LOT and so I think I'll make it more than a one-shot! I'm hoping to have it all completed and put up before I go to sleep tonight, so have fun! :D ALSO! The part in italics down below the break line is a flash back and will most likely continue on through the story! EDIT: Okay, apparently my summery doesn't make sense... The bet they made was in 5th year, but the story takes place in 7th year.

It was late December, snow falling all around the castle, the grounds accumulating more and more as the hours passed. A young man sat alone, a bottle of fire whiskey in his lap, contemplating where his life was headed. He was only 17, but he was a man now. His birthday in June passed without so much as a letter from the only person he'd wanted to hear from. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and yet, he couldn't seem to convince her of that fact. She'd repeatedly refused to believe he'd ever see her as more than that bushy brown haired bookworm he'd met at 11. She'd even refused to spend the Holidays with him in the castle and had proceeded to run back into the arms of her stupid boyfriend.

He scoffed and took a drink of his whiskey. "Stupid know-it-all." He said, to no one in particular. He checked his watch. '12:30' it read. He sighed and stood up, screwing the top back on his bottle. He shoved it into his cloak and began to tread across the snow covered ground towards the portrait that would take him as close to the dungeons as he could get. He was afraid that he'd pass Filtch or Mrs. Norris, but thankfully, the only person he passed wasn't actually a person.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, hello!" the ghost said, as he glided along the darkened corridor.

"Hello -" he hiccupped. "Hello, Nick."

"Draco, have you been drinking?" Nearly-headless Nick asked him. He floated closer to Draco.

"What?" Draco slurred. "Of course not, you oaf."

"Ah, I see. I know what the matter is. Miss Granger is on your mind, still."

"No she isn't!" Draco said, trying to raise his voice, but failing miserably, as Nick had to come even closer towards him. "Not one bit."

"Okay, whatever you say, Mr. Malfoy." Nick said, smiling. "You'd better get a move on. You wouldn't want Filtch to find you out so late. Good night."

"G'night." Draco slurred in the direction Nick had been headed. Luckily, he didn't pass anyone else in the dark, and was able to just barely get in the common room before he fell over. He and Hermione had been made Head Boy and Girl that year, and somehow had gotten lucky enough to be given a separate common room attached to two extra bedrooms in the dungeon of the castle.

Hermione had been extremely upset at first, being so far away from Harry and Ron, but as she realized that she didn't actually have to stay there with Draco, she began to spend as much time in the Gryffindor common room as she could. Draco had gotten very upset at that. How could he seduce her again if she was always spending time with those two? And of course, her boyfriend, Andrew. Again, he scoffed and began to laugh out loud. Andrew Marcus was the one person in the world Draco truly hated. Everyone else thought the two were a good match, but Draco knew otherwise. He knew that he and Hermione were meant to be together, no matter what anyone said.

He managed to pick himself up off the floor after what felt like hours. He checked his watch again and saw that it had only been about 10 minutes that passed. "Fuck." He said as he made his way to the bathroom. "Shit." He felt the contents of his stomach begin to make their way back up just as he leaned over the toilet. He could hear her voice in his head: "Oh, look at you, there you go drinking yourself sick again. When will you ever learn, darling?"

"Shut up, stupid." He'd said out loud, to no one. "No one asked you." He mumbled before he threw up again. Once he was sure he'd thrown everything up, he made his way to her side of the area. He smiled slightly at the crimson and gold used to decorate as he slid into her bed.

He knew she didn't ever really sleep there, but it still smelled just like her. That beautiful, wonderfully intoxicating scent she always wore that was mostly cinnamon with a hint of vanilla and something else he was never quite able to place. "'Mione, why did you have to leave me? Why?" he asked the pillow beside him. "It's just not fair."

Before he knew it, his eyes closed of their own accord. Suddenly, he was standing in the spot they first started flirting on the night he'd first fallen in love with her. Of course, he hadn't known it then, but he was sure now that that's when he fell for her.

Ah, there she was. Granger, just standing at the window alone, a small flask in her hand. This was too good to be true. He'd been betting Zambini all night about whether or not he could fuck her. If fucking the Mudblood was something he had to do, he'd do it. 50 Galleons meant way more to him than Quidditch captain. He snuck up behind her. "I didn't know you drank, Granger." He drawled, moving to stand next to her. Close enough to her to feel her stiffen, but not close enough to touch her.

She looked at him and didn't say anything for a long while. "Well, Malfoy" she began, slurred slightly by the alcohol, "sometimes, you need to expect the unexpected." She half smiled and held out her flask to him. He crooked one of his eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes. "Alright, more for me then." She said as she shrugged and went to take another drink.

"Hey now!" He said, chuckling. "I never said no." He took the flask as she was about to take a drink, and some of the liquor spilled out onto her lips. She went to lick her lips but Draco suddenly said, "No, let me."

Before Hermione could reject him, he firmly kissed her. He'd always looked at her plump lips when he'd insulted her before, but he'd never imagined they'd feel this soft. He heard her moan and felt her lean into him to deepen the kiss. After a minute, she ended the kiss and said "I didn't know you kissed my kind, Malfoy." Her cheeks were flush.

"Well, Granger," he smirked as he pushed some loose hairs out of her face and moved his mouth closer to her ear. "Sometimes, you need to expect the unexpected." He finished, biting her ear lobe. He felt her body relax even more into him and he put an arm around her waist. They stood there, in the light of the moon for a few minutes, kissing each other, Hermione giggling slightly as Draco kissed along her neck and her collar bone.

She began to moan loudly and Draco stopped, removing his arm from her. "Hermione, maybe we should take this somewhere more private?" He asked, motioning for her to walk down the hall with him.

"Do you promise to not poison, hex, or otherwise harm me?" she asked with such clarity, he thought maybe she'd suddenly sobered up.

"Of course, you twit. Would I be inviting you to my bed if I wanted to harm you?"

She laughed, it started out as a giggle but turned into a whole-hearted laugh. "Oh, honestly, Malfoy. Of course you would. You foul, loathsome, little ferret. Of course you would."

He couldn't help but smile at her. She was fun when she was drunk. He'd have to remember to send her a bottle of fire whiskey later. He held out his arm for her and she gladly took it. They began walking to the dungeons, making sure not to pass anyone, though Draco was keeping a sharp eye out for Blaise. He wanted to make sure Blaise so him walk by with Hermione willingly on his arm.

He was going to have the time of his life with her tonight, hoping that when she woke up he'd be as far away from her as possible.