Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sat in the Head Boy's Common Room at an ungodly hour of the morning cackling maniacally at some evil idea or other that they had just conceived. Several bottles of strong Firewhiskey sat at their feet, some empty, some half-full.
They were sloshed.
Draco pointed a finger at Blaise, except he was so drunk he couldn't hold himself upright, and his finger only seemed to draw circles in midair at the other boy. "Lessse duuu thaaatt!" He giggled, quite un-Malfoy-like, and slapped his friend on the knee.
Blaise, in just the same state of inebriation, tried to pat his friend on the back for the good plan they had had. Surprisingly, the two Slytherins could still think in their stupor, except without the control of their motor functions. Blaise's clasp on the back missed by a whole foot, and his head almost fell into Draco's lap when his arm movement threw him off-balance. Both of them started laughing crazily, thinking again of their master plan and their own brilliance.
Hermione, in her room, rolled over in bed and clenched her teeth. She pulled the pillow over her head to drown out the laughter in the Common Room. The stupidly thin wall separating the two rooms was, well, stupidly thin, and every single sound only appeared magnified in Hermione's sleep-deprived brain.
She was sick and tired of the two boys! It seems that these night occurrences have been happening more and more frequently, now it was every night, without fail. The black circles under the Gryffindor's eyes spoke for themselves, and she flopped onto her stomach. The grating sound of drunken males guffawing kneaded at her. What was so bloody funny that the bastards had to come and get drunk to laugh about in her Common Room every, single, bloody, night?
She rolled off of the bed. She couldn't sleep but she could at least yell at them for keeping her up all night. It was time to give them a piece of her mind!
What she didn't know was their "plan" was to get a piece of her. It was something else altogether.
A/N: Just a peek! I'm writing this currently, and review = love.