This just sort of popped into my head. Let me know what you think.

Hermione found herself sitting on the old blue couch in the two-bedroom apartment she shared with Ginny and Luna. She turned on the television – which the three girls had fallen in love with upon moving in – and an episode of Criminal Minds filled the screen. She sat there watching for a few minutes until a scene with a battered dead body appeared. Hermione quickly changed the channel. Since the Wizarding War she had tried to avoid things of this nature. She had seen too many dead bodies in her nineteen years than she'd needed in a lifetime.

After the war ended Hermione had gone back to Hogwarts and graduated a year later than originally planned. This is how she found herself sharing an apartment with two of her best friends right off of the campus of the university she was currently attending.

She continued to flip the channels on the tv, but there was absolutely nothing on. Fed up she flipped it off and walked over to the small kitchen to search for a snack. As she went to open the fridge she heard the tell tale click that one of her roommates was back and in came Ginny saying, "Tonight we're going to party Mione. Get dressed."

Normally Hermione would put up a fight, but tonight she really just wanted to let loose and have fun. So she easily gave in, "Where are we going?"

"The guys house," Ginny answered, referring to the house that Harry, Ron, and Draco shared. Yes, Draco! They all learned to get along to some extent considering they were the only six wizards at a Muggle university.

"Is Luna coming?" Hermione asked as she followed Ginny into the room they shared.

"Yeah, she'll be there," Ginny answered while rummaging through their closet. "Here Mione wear this. It'll look great on you," Ginny said, handing Hermione a white and silver striped poncho styled shirt and a pair of tight dark wash skinny jeans. Ginny was right, she would look great.

Hermione threw on the clothes Ginny handed her and a pair of five-inch heels, styled her hair, applied the perfect amount of makeup, grabbed her silver purse, and was ready to go.

Hermione and Ginny made their way across campus to the guys house; meeting Luna on the way.

When they got close they could hear the noise pouring out of the house. They let themselves in and there were people everywhere, drinking, talking, and partying. Exactly what Hermione wanted to be doing. She needed a break from everything and this was the perfect distraction.

Before Hermione could fully take in everything around her, Ginny and Luna had already moved off into the crowd, leaving Hermione alone. She had been to a lot of parties at the guys' house before, but this was by far the biggest. There were so many people and Hermione barely recognized any of them and the ones she did recognize were in her classes, but she had never said more than two words to any of them.

Just as she was about to head off on her own, a familiar face emerged from the crown. With the sharp features, snow-white skin, white blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, Draco Malfoy looked the same as ever. But with his hair slightly tousled, his cheeks tinged pink, and the small smile playing across his lips he was obviously not the same guy Hermione had always known and hated.

Every ounce of Hermione's body told her she should still hate him, but there was not denying it, she just couldn't. He was a changed man. She couldn't deny it especially when seeing him in his tight black t-shirt that stretched deliciously across his perfectly toned chest and his dark jeans that left very little to the imagination with a red plastic cup in his hand filled with amber liquid sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Hermione!" Draco said throwing his arms around her and kissing her on the cheek. "How are you doing?" he asked as his eyes travelled over her body. It was obvious that he'd had a few more plastic red cups already. Hermione could blame Draco's behavior on the drinks, but not hers. She hadn't had even a sip yet, but her body was reacting in ways she'd normally chalked up to alcohol.

"I've been better," Hermione smiled looking around her.

"Well, we need to fix that," Draco said, stepping a little closer to allow someone to pass behind him.

"Definitely," Hermione smiled up at him. She was still a good four inches shorter than him even with her five inches heels.

"Drink?" Draco asked holding out his own plastic rep cup.

"Sure, why not?" Hermione grabbed the cup and downed the warm liquid. She was here to let go and nothing was going to get in her way.

"This way," Draco said grabbing her hand in his and leading her through the crowd to the kitchen that held the drinks. "What kind?" he asked gesturing to the array of alcohol.

"Whatever that was is fine," Hermione pointed to the empty red plastic cup Draco was holding.

Draco filled up two cups with the amber liquid and handed one to Hermione saying, "Let's go find somewhere to sit."

Hermione followed him over to the comfy couches where they often worked on homework or studied together.

Hermione sat on the couch, kicked off her heels and curled her legs up underneath her. Draco sat close next to her and said, "What's bugging you Hermione?"

"Nothing's bugging me," she replied, confused by the conversation.

"Hermione, you've downed two drinks in the matter of minutes," Draco pointed out.

"No, I haven't," Hermione protested looking down at her cup in her hand and seeing that he was right, it was already empty, "Oh…"

"Yeah, I'll go get you another one and when I get back I want to know what's going on," Draco said standing.

"Fine," Hermione agreed as he left. There really was nothing to tell him. She'd just been so stressed lately with school and those reoccurring dreams weren't helping. Not that she could tell him about these dreams or anything, considering he was the one starring in them.

"I'd suggest you drink this one a little slower," Draco smiled as he handed her the full cup and sat down next to her again.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"No problem, so what's on your mind?" Draco asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"I'm just so stressed with school and everything," Hermione admitted half of the truth.

"Oh, is that all?" Draco smiled.

"Yeah," Hermione said and silently added, "All that I can tell you."

"Well, I can help with that," Draco said.

"Really?"

"Really. We'll just have to study together some more," Draco winked. "As for now, we just need to let loose and see what happens."

Hermione could have sworn she'd seen a tell tale Malfoy smirk, but it was gone instantly. Maybe she'd just imagined it. "Oh, and how do you suggest we do that?" she smiled.

"What else? We're at a party. We get smashed and do things we'll regret in the morning, but since we won't have any memory of the night before there will be nothing to regret," Draco said with a wink. "So, what do you say?"

Every ounce of Hermione's body was telling her this was a bad idea, but it sounded so fun. Slowly her faced broke into a grin and she laughed, "Sure, why not?"

And they did just that for the rest of the night.

Hermione found herself drinking cup after cup of the warm amber liquid and getting farther away from reality with each one. Her head was foggy and she could feel herself finally able to let go and do things she never dreamed she'd actually do in a million years. She found herself grabbing Draco's arm and saying, "I love this song! Let's dance Draco!"

Draco looked her up and down, sending a shot of electricity down her spine, only intensified by the alcohol. "Let's go!" he smiled, allowing her to pull him off into the crowd of gyrating bodies.

Hermione completely let go and allowed herself to lose control as she danced up against Draco's warm body as "Evacuate the Dance Floor" blasted from the speakers.

Hermione was grinding against Draco to the beat of the song and throwing her head back in ecstasy as his hands traveled down to rest on her hips. Every touch sent a series of sparks though Hermione's body creating a very welcome stirring in her core. She hadn't felt like this in a while, but she absolutely loved it.

Suddenly Hermione's senses went overboard as Draco's warm lips connected with the creamy skin of her neck. His lips explored her neck until they found the spot right above her collarbone that drove her crazy. He lightly sucked and Hermione felt her insides turn to liquid and her knees give out. Draco easily caught her before she fell over and before she knew it his lips had found hers. Hermione lost all control as Draco's tongue slid into her mouth. She couldn't focus. Draco Malfoy was kissing her! And she was loving every minute of it.

Hermione hungrily kissed him back, pulling him as close to her as possible. She needed to feel every inch of his body pressed against hers and that's why when he pulled away and started to pull her towards the steps that led to the bedrooms, she didn't protest. Instead she followed him to his room and as soon as they were closed safely inside she threw herself into his arms and continued where they left off downstairs. He easily caught her and laid her on his soft bed and slowly lowered himself down on top of her, kissing her the whole way.

That's when everything went black for Hermione.