Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Please don't sue me; I'm a broke college student.

Author's note: Hello! This is my first time writing a fic so please give me some feedback on this. I've been lurking around for a while and decided it was time to start writing now that I'm on winter break. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Hermione woke up with a raging headache and saw that there wasn't a bottle of water or pepper up potion on her night stand. She groaned. That was never a good sign; she knew after a night of drinking she would always drink copious amounts of water, enough to warrant only a mild headache, and have at least one, if not two, bottles of water prepared along with a small vial of pepper up for the next morning. The few times she hadn't, there was always a story to be told.

At least I woke up in my own bed, she thought to herself. Yeah right, of course I would wake up in my bed, the party was at my flat.

She let out a sigh she didn't realize she was holding when she looked to the other side of her bed to see that, no, she did not sleep with anyone last night. That would've been a disaster, given that the people she invited over consisted of Harry, Ron, Ginny, and surprisingly enough, Pansy, Zabini, and Malfoy. Almost three years after the war, Pansy and Ginny had become surprisingly good friends, bonding over their love for all things fashion, while Zabini and Malfoy often worked together with Harry and Ron as they were all Aurors. The four would often get into arguments, only once begrudgingly admitting that they considered each other friends during a game of truth or dare and one too many shots of vodka.

To tell the truth, Hermione was a little disappointed that she didn't find anyone in her bed that morning, or afternoon, whatever it was. Maybe a tiny part of her wished she would get everyone pissed enough last night so she could wake up next to a certain blond but she would never admit to it. With that thought, memories of last night came rushing back.

They were at her place for the new year's countdown with multiple bottles of elf wine and champagne. At 9pm, drinks were passed around everyone started loosening up. Then, Ron came up with the brilliant idea of playing never have I ever. He then came up with an even more brilliant idea of getting everyone drunk by starting the game with "never have I ever tried firewhiskey" which resulted in everyone making statements that led to the most people drinking. It was impressive how the game didn't get too sexual too fast since Hermione was a little embarrassed about her inexperience in front of the Slytherins.

Ever since her relationship with Ron ended 6 months ago and they decided to remain friends, Hermione hadn't slept with anyone as her life consisted of work and more work. Even when they were in a relationship, they didn't have sex until after a year and they never did anything too adventurous.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone I just met within a day," Harry said. There it was. Who would've thought Harry would be the one to open up the topic. It was 10pm and it was time for the real game to start.

Hermione watched as everyone but herself and Harry take a sip of their drinks. She saw Malfoy glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow. She had to admit, ever since the end of the war, Malfoy really did grow into his sharp features, no longer the pointy-faced boy she used to know from Hogwarts. His short cropped hair and rolled up sleeves added to his effortlessly good looks. Hermione simply shrugged at him.

"Never have I ever had sex in a car," Ron said. Once again, everyone took a sip except for the person that made the statement. This time it was Hermione's turn give the Slytherins a surprised look. Who knew the Slytherins managed to discover this muggle invention?

After many more rounds, it was obvious that Hermione didn't drink to any of the sexual statements, while everyone else was now very drunk.

"Mione," Ginny wailed, "why is your sex life so boring? Don't tell me you haven't had sex since you dated Ron?"

At that, Hermione blushed.

"Bloody hell, it's true," Ginny gasped. "Girl, we need to get you laid."

"I am perfectly happy with my sex life, thank you very much," Hermione replied. She would never admit it to anyone, but even though she was close to Pansy and Zabini, she still felt uncomfortable around Malfoy. Maybe it's because you fancy him, a little voice in her head spoke. Malfoy was always in enigma to her; that's why he was so interesting to her, he was a mystery she couldn't solve.

"I can always help you out in that department," Zabini chimed in, giving Hermione a joking wink.

"No thanks," Hermione said flatly. The whole room instantly burst into laughter except Malfoy who momentarily glared and Zabini, then joined in with the rest. Hermione had always viewed Zabini as a friend and she was sure he felt the same way. Moreover, she reckoned Zabini to be too much of what people considered a fuckboy for her to get involved with. Zabini was known to shag anything with with two legs, whether it was a bird or a bloke, one night stands galore.

"Okay, that's it," Ginny said as the laughter started to subside. "You, Mione, as our host, cannot stay this sober. Here," Ginny poured her a fill glass of elf wine, "drink up, girl."

And it was all downhill from there. It was barely 11pm and they were all sloshed. By the time they started the countdown, Hermione could barely walk straight. She remembered she had promised someone a new year's kiss but she didn't remember who. Right before the clock struck midnight, she felt hands around her waist, and lips comings down on hers. Because of the alcohol, what started as a simple kiss became a full-on snog.

Hermione racked her brain. Who was it? It couldn't have been Harry since he was dating Ginny, but it could be any of the other three guys. Who? Hermione tried to think through the pounding headache as she grabbed the last bottle of pepper up from her medicine cabinet.

She gasped and dropped the vial when she realized who it was. The vial was left shattered on the floor as Hermione slapped herself in the face to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare.

Merlin curse me, did I just snog Blaise Zabini in front of Malfoy? Bloody hell.

Things really weren't going well for her that day.

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Author's note: Let's say this first part was inspired by someone's stupid decisions during the new year's countdown :) Updates will be coming up soon so don't forget to follow, favorite, and review!