Author's Note:
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up i had a bit of trouble writing it.
Chapter 2
Hermione POV
"You're drunk aren't you?"
"No."
"Well, perhaps you'd like to explain to me why there are empty firewhiskey bottles everywhere!"
"Cause me and Blaise drunk them all" he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione pressed her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose. She was quickly losing her patience. And she'd only just got here.
"You know you could have at least put them in the trash."
"No." For some reason she was starting to wish she had the sober Malfoy back. This drunken Malfoy was starting to annoy her more than the original.
"And why not?"
"Cause."
"Because why?"
"Cause I can't stand up." Now he was just getting on her nerves. If he kept this up she was sure she'd send him to the infirmary.
"And why can't you stand up?"
"Cause I'm drunk." Well at least she was getting somewhere she supposed.
"So you are drunkā¦"
"No." Hermione sighed and decided she was too tired to deal with him right now.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed." She started to walk to her room when she felt him grab her ankle.
"Noooo, don't gooo!" Hermione could almost laugh. He sounded like a whiny first year.
"I have to, I'm tired." She was having a hard time keeping a straight face. She didn't want to laugh and encourage him.
"But Grangeeeeerrrrr..." She decided that she must be extremely tired or he must be extremely drunk. There was no way he would be acting like this otherwise. So she freed her ankle and started walking to her bedroom again. "Why are you walking away again? Granger, why do you hate me?" She turned back to him and sighed.
"I don't hate you. I dislik-"
"Yes you do! You hate me!" She was so shocked at his sudden outburst that she froze.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Cause you're pretty." At this she just started laughing again. How could she not? It's not every day you're worst enemy calls you pretty. "You don't believe me do you?"
"No. I really don't." She managed to choke out between fits of laughter.
"Why not?" He was sort of cute when he was upset she realized. Or maybe she was more tired than she thought. Yeah it was defiantly her lack of sleep.
"Because you're drunk." She stated.
"So if I told you that you were pretty when I'm sober you'd believe me?" He asked, sending her questioning look. She had to think about that. Would she believe him?
"No. Probably not." The only time he'd ever say that was if he was being sarcastic, and she doubted he'd even say it then. With that she quickly walked away to her bedroom so that he couldn't protest further.
The next morning on her way down to breakfast, Hermione saw Malfoy lying on the floor of the common room where she'd left him the previous night. She also saw Zabini sprawled across the couch and figured she would have to talk to Malfoy about him and friends drinking habits. She didn't care too much when they all got drunk elsewhere, but she wasn't too fond of having to deal with them when they're drunk. Having to deal with them when they woke up, she guessed, wouldn't be too pleasant either, so she quickly left for breakfast.
Draco POV
When he finally woke up Draco found himself lying on the floor with an incredibly sore head. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was 11 am and decided to go back to sleep. Just as he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, Blaise decided that it would be the perfect time to bang two pots together above his head. "Ahhhh! What the fuck Blaise?!" He looked up to see Blaise doubled over, laughing his ass off. "Oh yeah, real funny. You're such a fucking comedian" he said sarcastically.
"You should've seen your face!" Blaise managed to choke out between fits of laughter. Draco promptly through a book at his best friends face. "Woah, calm down mate. No need for violence."
"If you don't shut up I'll put you in the infirmary permanently!" He snapped. Unfortunately this only made Blaise laugh even more. "How are you so happy today? I'm sure you would've been as drunk as me last night" he asked.
"Yeah, but I was smart enough to drink one of these" replied Blaise as he threw a bottle of hangover potion at him. Draco drunk it in one gulp and immediately felt better. His headache disappeared and he no longer felt tired.
"Smartass" he mumbled. Blaise just chuckled and pretended that he hadn't heard it.
"You know I wasn't actually as drunk as you" Blaise said slowly, clearly implying that he knew something that Draco didn't. "Cause I remember everything that happened last night." Draco was slightly curious now, as he didn't remember anything from the previous night. And the huge smirk on Blaise's face was saying that something very interesting had happened.
