She opened one eye groggily and looked up to none other than Malfoy's incredulous face staring back at hers.

"Granger, I almost hate to ask you this for fear of me being right but…are you wasted?"

"Whaaaat?" Hermione tried to sit up but failed miserably. She fell back on the armor strewn floor." Malfed wuts you talking bout. I'm fiiiiine. YOU'RE the one that's…haha waaasted."

Malfoy just stared in disbelief. In fact, he had never seen this side of Granger before, and it was quite hilarious. It was only October and they had been sharing quarters together for over a month now.

Although they technically lived together, two rooms combined with one large living room and a shared bathroom, they pretended that the other did not exist.

It was civil, not outwardly hateful, but there was times when they could each feel the hatred bouncing through the room like beams of light.

Bringing himself back to reality, Draco realized the seriousness of this situation. A student was drunk. Not only a student, but the Head Girl herself, and being a Malfoy the only thing Draco was concerned about was keeping this on the down low. He did not need another detention to tarnish his record.

Any other time Draco would have left her there to face her consequences and laugh in her pathetic drunk face. But this was different, and faced with a decision he kneeled to Hermione's eye level and tried to get her attention.

"Granger? First, it's Malfoy, not Malfed…whatever that means. Second, you are extremely wasted and we need to get you up and away from here before either of us looses our badge."

These words made her sit up. However, she still lacked brain power to stand. The alcohol had turned her into a helpless nitwit child, who seemed to forget about rules and regulations and only focused on incredibly random things. Not to mention the forgetfulness of enemies and their names.

"Woah," Hermione gained her composer and finally stood up. "Duako you look funny from this angle. Did you do something to your hair? It looks sooo funny. Like the funniest thing I've ever seen!"

She stumbled toward him and fluffed his hair a bit ruffling it around. As she touched his blonde strands he felt an entirely new feeling from her that he had ever felt before. But it was gone almost as soon as it came, and the feeling left, undefinable. It was soon replaced by Draco's annoyance at her childlikeness.

"Granger would-you-fucking-stop-touching-my-hair!" Malfoy slapped her hand with just enough force with each word to finally get her to stop.

When she did, she just looked up bashfully and giggled. "Fine," She stated promptly." But we need to get out of here and….uh what was I saying?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes at her as he did a quick spell to clean up all the armor she had spilt around the corridor.

Doing this, Hermione finally registered that there was a mess in the hall and started to laugh hysterically. Malfoy tried to quiet her down but she wouldn't have it.

"GEEZ MALFED WHAT DID YOU DO HERE? I mean wowe! What a mess. How in the world did you do all that!?"

Disregarding that the situation wasn't funny at all for Draco she continued to laugh it up." Oh you're a crazy dangerous one you are. But you know, I guess that's what I've always kind of, almost maybe liked about you."

Draco looked up at those words. Was she serious? It didn't make any sense; in fact most of what she was saying didn't make any sense. But what if she was being sincere…in a really drunk sincere way?

'Weird,' Malfoy thought.' Just weird.This whole night.Granger drunk, him being responsible. It was like a twilight zone episode.'

When Draco emerged from his thoughts, Hermione was still at it. She stumbled again towards Draco giggling once more. He wasn't really prepared for this, and it was sort of awkward for him.

Hermione lifted up her pointer finger and once next to him whispered tiredly, "You're cute….Booop!" And she tapped her finger on his nose and nearly fell over laughing.

Draco was still stunned. He was entirely unprepared for all of this. To make matters worse, Hermione wasn't prepared either. She had never been drunk before and not only did this mentally affect her, but physically her stomach wasn't handling her alcohol too well.

" Oh shit…Malfoy I think I'm gonna…."

Puke.

Draco looked down in dismay as she hurled all over his robes and shoes.

Great.