The almighty JK Rowling owns everything.

No one knew who spiked the pumpkin juice, but the clandestine ingredient was potent enough to influence the youth of Hogwarts to dance without inhibitions. A primal scream was yelled from the lead singer of The Weird Sisters before a hypnotic melody filled the air.

Hermione sat alone at the empty table watching her classmates enjoy the Yule Ball. She was on her third glass of the specialty pumpkin juice; she knew it was spiked, but she needed some comfort after her argument with Ron about Viktor Krum, whose genteel nature was apparently a farce when he left her to go dance with a pretty Hufflepuff girl. None of her friends were around for comfort, so she chose the next best thing.

"Hey Hermione, does this pumpkin juice taste a wee bit funny to you?" Seamus Finnigan asked as he bumped into the table she was seated by.

She made a wry face and brought her glass to her lips, "It gets better."

"This is my sixth glass and it tastes the same to me," he gulped down some more. Hermione turned from the drunken boy and continued sulking. Then she heard the beginning notes of her favorite Weird Sisters song, "Do the Hippogriff".

"I cannot not dance to my favorite song, Seamus will you, uh, do you want, dance with me?" she asked not so cleverly. Apparently alcohol does affect her, she kind of thought it wouldn't. She turned to face him and he was gone. Hermione's eyes then drifted down to the floor to see a passed out Seamus Finnigan.

"Great, I'll just dance alone then," she said to herself before heading to the dance floor.

The music flooded her bones and made her yearn to dance; she didn't even care if others were watching.

The lead singer screamed, "Are you reaaaady? I can't hear ya, alright, come on I wanna see your hands in the air, we're gonna teach you a brand new dance tonight!"

Hermione already began moving her body in rhythm to the keyboard and drumbeat. She didn't care if she was alone, she didn't want Krum's actions to ruin her night. She began to feel the effects of the alcohol, and with that, she danced without being embarrassed. She was unaware that from a distance a platinum blond boy was watching her intently. Draco Malfoy quickly inferred that Hermione Granger, little miss know-it-all, was completely and utterly drunk. He snickered to himself at the sight of this, and realized that an opportunity like this would probably never present itself again. With that he walked toward her.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Granger," Draco said into her ear, so closely his lips briefly touched her flesh.

She turned around to face the boy who was speaking to her, and to her astonishment she laid eyes on none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, it's you. Go ahead and try!" she quipped at the blond, not ceasing her dancing.

"Try what?"

"Try to ruin my night, it can't get possibly worse, so go ahead and try, Malfoy." She leaned forward to him as she said his name, not by her own accord, now that was the alcohol, she thought afterwards.

Malfoy shook his head in disagreement and smirked, "Can't we let bygones be bygones, just for tonight?"

Hermione looked into his eyes, she never really looked at them before, she then realized that Malfoy does, in fact, have at least one attractive quality.

She bit her lip while she pondered briefly, and she began to dance like a crazed woman, "Well come on then!"

"Can you dance like a hippogriff, Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma!"

Draco was fascinated by the sight before him; the smile that befell his lips was actually genuine. He began to dance with Hermione Granger. Never thought this would happen.

In everyone's drunken stupor, seemingly nobody noticed the two enemies dancing, jumping and hollering together to the music. They began to sing the chorus together, Draco grabbed Hermione's hands to spin her around, and she crashed back into him ungracefully, but he just laughed.

"Do you want to go into the courtyard with me?" Draco asked Hermione in her ear.

"Sure, yeah, let's just get a drink on the way out, yeah?"

They sat side by side on a marble slab beneath one of the many archways that framed the spectacular night sky of Scotland. The luminescent moon brilliantly lit Draco's hair.

"I can't believe that I'm sitting here with Draco Malfoy. Merlin!" Hermione said with a giggle before taking another sip of her drink.

"It isn't too farfetched, is it, Granger?" he asked her, staring at her intently.

"Farfetched? It's wholly bizarre and out of character, for the both of us, mind you," she replied.

"Out of everyone here in this bloody school, you're the only one who can actually compete with me. It's only logical that we converse," he replied to her. If only she wasn't a mudblood.

"You call our "conversations" prior to tonight conversing, Malfoy? I'm utterly confused by you tonight, but honestly I don't care, tomorrow it will be the same between us, but tonight, I don't care. Never mind the bollocks, here's Draco Malfoy!" She gave a warm laugh that made Draco's heart pang, and she took another sip of her drink.

"Are you not fond of the pumpkin juice, Malfoy?" Hermione grinned when she noticed that he wasn't drinking his.

'I already had plenty."

"Oh, I see."

It was quiet between them then. Did I honestly think I could do it? Draco thought as he turned from her to ponder. Just then Hermione brought her hand on top of his alabaster one.

"Thanks Draco, for dancing with me, it wasn't too depressing. Tonight, I mean."

"Oh, I…" Draco began to say, but as he looked deep into her eyes he felt a gravitational pull to be closer to her, he needed to feel those soft lips upon his own; he knew that this was possibly his only opportunity. So with that, he leaned in and closed the gap between them. His stomach dropped when his lips touched hers, he felt his body give a shudder, and he heard himself sigh in contentment. It was a feeling of both intense pleasure and pain, for he knew that it was only for tonight. He was preoccupied with his reaction, but then he quickly paid attention to Hermione's. She seemed to be lost in the kiss, her eyes were squeezed shut and her fingertips slowly trailed Draco's cheek. He brought her closer and wrapped his arms around her. They continued the kiss until they were out of breath.

It was awkward afterwards; the faint music could be heard coming from the Great Hall, and even though Hermione wasn't completely her normal self, she knew what she did was wrong. You kissed Draco Malfoy! Draco bloody Malfoy!

"I…I think I should go. I had too much to drink. I..yeah. Goodbye, Malfoy." She stood up and quickly walked away from Draco.

Hermione shook her head while walking to the Great Hall, she would never have guessed that the night would turn out like this. She forced herself not to think of that kiss with Malfoy underneath the Scotland stars as she went to bed. It was just so tender, was her last thought before she drifted into her slumber.

The next day Hermione could scarcely remember if it was her imagination that conjured up the images of the previous night. Many of the students were hung over, and Hermione was included with them. With a throbbing headache, she walked into Potions and sat besides Harry and Ron. She briefly caught eyes with Draco before turning abruptly, with her cheeks tinged with a blush. She sat at the corner of the desk, and she could feel Draco staring at her. She wondered if he thought last night was a huge mistake and she began to feel embarrassed. With sheer determination, she managed to listen and write down notes.

Draco looked at Hermione Granger and realized that he wasn't fulfilled by last night. He thought that he could forget her, now that he finally kissed her, but the opposite happened. He needed more. He ripped out a piece of parchment and began to write. Afterwards, he charmed it and blew it towards Hermione Granger and it landed in front of her with magical grace. She was startled and dared not look at Draco to see if it was from him. She opened the parchment note and read: Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight. –D

Hermione's heart dropped, the realities of last night's event have trickled into her normal everyday existence! She gulped even imagining why Draco would want to see her again.

Draco Malfoy anxiously paced back and forth on top of the Astronomy Tower. It was exactly midnight, and there was no sign of Hermione Granger. Of course she wouldn't come! How stupid of me! After all the cruel things I said to her, why would last night change that?

He was interrupted by his thoughts when he heard footsteps. His head snapped in the direction of the soft sounds when he saw Hermione Granger reveal herself amidst the darkness.

"Granger."

"Malfoy."

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"I was trying to figure out your true intentions, thinking they held ill will, but I decided I didn't think that," she responded as she began walking toward him. He held out his hand and tried to compose himself, he wanted so badly to smile and jump with glee. He substituted for his trademark smirk, "I knew you couldn't resist my charm, even intoxicated Granger could realize that," he said as he began to rub his thumb across her soft hand.

"I thought that intoxicated Malfoy didn't realize what he was doing either," she replied languishing at his touch.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Malfoy said.

"What?"

"I didn't touch that spiked pumpkin juice the whole night."

Hermione gawked at him; she thought that everybody was not themselves that night.

"What?" she muttered out.

"I mean that when I kissed you, I really meant it."

Hermione was purely speechless, and with that, Malfoy kissed her again for the second time underneath the Scotland night sky.

A/N Thanks for reading, review if you want :)