'Hello? Yeah, I hope you know that you still have some of your stuff in here... Also hope I didn't interrupt your little romancing. Goodbye, A-hole.' said the message.

I bolted upright and shouted on top of my lungs 'He said WHAT?'. There was no way that Potter was doing this to me. I guess it's my fault for falling for a damn drama queen... Anyways, I dressed up as fast as I could, still smelling like alcohol and cigarettes from the previous night. I stumbled outside and for the first time in my whole life, I couldn't find a cab. REALLY, UNIVERSE? As I was preparing to walk- yes, walk - all the way to Potter's house, I heard a friendly voice behind me.

'Draco, you stink... There's a thing called personal hygiene, you know?'

'Ace!' I shrieked. I had used this nickname on Hermione so many times, it had become a habit already.

'Yes Draco, that is me, well spotted! By the look on your face, I'm guessing Potty trouble?' That is her very imaginative name for the fights I have with Harry from time to time. She'd been teasing me with that for ages.

I nodded gratefully, and waited. And waited. And-

'Draco, get in the car, would you?' Let's just say that being hungover has quite an effect on my usually astonishingly intelligent self.

'Spit it out' said Hermione approximately 3 seconds after I got in the car and she had started speeding on the pretty much empty streets.

'Well, I went out with Blaise and the guys and I made a new friend at the bar. So obviously, being the antisocial, very uncool person that I am, I suggested that we take a picture. And kind of posted it on every social media I have.'

'And why is Harry mad?'

'Let's just say that I wasn't quite sober when I captioned the posts- I took a break here, as Hermione sighed deeply- so I kind of complimented the guy's looks...in a not very friendly way'

'...you absolute creep!'

'I know, I know, ok? I'm not proud of that, but I was drunk! And why did Potter overreact, huh? He KNEW I was drunk!'

That's when silence fell between us. I knew that she was amused and trying to hide her laughter, while also being quite disappointed in my alcohol resistance. I, for one, didn't understand why she was not taking my side. I mean, I knew I was partially wrong, but being my best friend, she should've been able to see the part where I was partially right,...right? But no, Hermione was giggling her head off in a way she falsely thought was discrete.

I felt like my eyes were welling up for a second. What if this time he'd actually leave me? What if I'd lose him? I had to get these thoughts out of my head. After all, with that long road ahead, I couldn't afford to start weeping, even in front of my best friend. I had to change the subject.

I coughed. 'So, Hermione... What's with you and Ron?'

'Well, she said sounding like she was about to cry, let's just say that he still views me as only just a friend... And apparently, he also doesn't know about the existence of bisexual people.' I laughed. I knew damn right what she was talking about, but I had a feeling that she would explain it to me again.

'We were getting somewhere, I guess, we were both kind of flirting, but since nothing ever really happened, I decided to give up. So I had a thing with Pansy. I really did like it, she's an amazing person, but I'm over her now! Anyways, ever since Ron found out, he's been acting like I'm not eligible anymore! He still flirts sometimes but the second he realizes, he loses his mind and does anything possible to leave... I really don't know what to do. I mean, if it hadn't been Ron that was doing this, I would've smacked the shit out of his homophobic ass, but I can't help it but feel guilty... Like...Like it's my fault that he's like this!'

'Wait, wait, wait...Your fault? Honey, that's like saying that it's your fault that Neville turned out hot!'. She giggled at this remark.

'He did, didn't he? But thanks, Drac. I really appreciate it.'

'Listen, this is gonna seem a bit out of the blue, but I don't want you to be keeping it all to yourself. The second you feel bad about something, you know I'll be here, yeah? Just because you're not friends with Potter anymore that doesn't mean that you can't trust me!'

'Okay, first of all, that was really cliche.' Always count on Hermione to ruin sentimental moments with her shit. 'And second of all, I know, Drac. I really do. There's no need to remind me every two seconds'

We were both silent for the rest of the road. She was actually concentrating on her driving, while I was overthinking, as usual. Did she really know? Like, did she really, truly understand that if Ron was a jerk to her she could just talk to me about it? For some reason, after I got together with Potter, she seemed kind of distant. Now I know that it doesn't seem that way to you. But trust me, she was being more distant than ever. I think that she was afraid that I'd tell Harry things about her... Like her secrets and whatever else she told me. I didn't know how to tell her that that's not what I'm doing, but whatever. I probably won't even have the chance to do it anymore after today.