Are You Drunk?
Draco sighed as he heard the front door slam, someone was home. It was a month since the war had ended. Weasley, Granger and himself could have easily walked away from grimmauld place and found themselves somewhere else to live. Away from each other. God knows they had spent enough time stuck together in the same house. Sure, there had been quite a few arguments between them all. But this had become their way of living, it was normal for them now, it would be odd coming home to an empty house now rather than sharing a house with 3 other people, with many others coming and going all the time. No one had mentioned leaving yet though, so Draco stayed put. He would never admit it to anyone, but he didn't think he was quite ready to live on his own yet, it wasn't something he had ever done before.
He heard a thump coming from the hall, then the sound of a very familiar girlish giggle. Ah so Granger was home them. It wasn't long before she came stumbling into the living room, Draco turned the TV volume down and turned to look at her as she practically threw herself on to the couch beside him.
She had two bottles in her hands, both of which were obviously alcohol, muggle alcohol. Both unopened, he raised an eyebrow at her in question. She responded with another giggle. That's when the smell of alcohol hit him.
"Granger, are you drunk?" he was pretty sure he didn't have to ask the question, the stench of booze was very strong. She giggled again and shook her bottles at him.
"Only a little bit! Join me Malfoy! Be drunk and merry with me!" A glare began forming, drunken Granger already starting to annoy him, but then he realized that if he joined her in being drunk then she would probably be less annoying.
"What poison do you have to offer Granger?" He asked with a sigh, drinking hadn't been part of his plan, his plans had been to do nothing, but why pass up free alcohol?
She held up the unfamiliar bottles once again, "I have some wonderful vodka and I have some amazing tequila!" she was shaking the bottles so much that he couldn't make out which bottle held what, not that it mattered, he had never tasted either. He grabbed the bottle holding the golden colored liquid.
"I'll take this." He said, lifting his want and conjuring two glasses. He read the bottle, tequila, he had seen people drink this stuff on some of the muggle TV shows he had caught bits of while living there. He watched Granger shake her head, lift her want and changed the glasses in to shot glasses. She smiled and grabbed the bottle from him, she poured them both a shot, the liquid reaching and almost spilling over the rim of the glass. She handed a glass to Draco, almost spilling it over him. She lifted her own to her mouth and down it went, she swallowed without so much as a grimace and stared at Draco, waiting for him to drink his own, he quirked and eyebrow at her, either this stuff tasted a lot better than they made it out to do on TV, or she was too far gone to notice the taste. He threw his drink back, he grimaced as the taste hit him, yes, she was definitely very drunk.
Hermione grabbed the other bottle from the table, the vodka, it looked like water in the bottle, this can't taste worse than the tequila thought Draco, she handed him the glass and lifted hers, she knocked her glass against his and announced "Cheers" Before drinking it. He waited to see her reaction to the drink this time, but once again, no reaction was shown, he threw his head back and down the drink it one, he hadn't expected the clear liquid to be as strong as it was, he almost choked as it made it's way down his throat, leaving a strange cold burn as it did. He didn't understand how muggles could drink it.
"Granger," He almost wheezed. "How the fuck do muggles drink that shit?" She laughed at him and stood up from the couch, he watched as she stumbled out of the room, he heard her baging around in the kitchen, opening and closing some cabinets, she re appeared minutes later holding two tall glasses and a large bottle of juice.
"Lemonade!" She grinned, holding up the bottle, she took her spot on the couch again, she poured the clear liquid into the tall glasses, her measurements looking to be more than what was in the shot glass. She opened the bottle of lemonade, pausing to let the fizz out, the topped up the glass the rest of the way with it, she handed one of the glasses to Draco. "Here, most people don't drink vodka on it's own, they usually mix it with something, I like lemonade, so that,s what you're getting. Taste it!" She had a slight slur to her words and practically demanded that he taste it.
He glared at her, but found himself tasting the drink anyway, he found that it wasn't so bad now, the juice added a sweetness and took away the majority of that icy cold burn that hit him before.
"It's not so bad." He reluctantly admitted. Hermione grabbed her glass and drank the lot of it, Draco was shocked at how fast she had drank it. He hadn''t expected that at all. Up until then he had never seen Granger drink at all, now she was downing her drinks like she did it every night.
With Granger practically forcing him to drink at the same speed she was it wasn't long until they had finished the bottle between them and Draco was rather drunk. They moved on to the bottle of Tequila, which Draco found out pretty quickly did not go as well with the lemonade as the other had.
"Malfoy, we're like... Almost friends now. Right?" She added a giggle at the end of her sentence, Draco laughed in response, but a second later he couldn't work out why the hell he was laughing.
"Yeah, I suppose we are, why?" There was a slight slur to his words now, but Granger was so far gone she didn't notice, his words probably sounded perfect to her right now.
"Then." Then she paused, he waited about thirty seconds and was about to prompt her to carry on when she spoke up. "Then, why do we still call each other by our. Uhm... Last names! Yeah, why?" He stared at her for a moment, still confused with her pause.
"I don't know Granger! We always have! Why change it now? Does it bother you?" He finished the little that was left in his glass and pour them both another.
"No, it doesn't bother me. I just wondered is all, but I understand now. I mean. Yeah." Draco just nodded at her once she finished speaking.
"Malfoy!" He jumped as she shouted his name, he wondered if maybe he had zoned out for a minute there, he was about to ask her when she pounced, he blinked and then there she was, lips planted firmly against his. It only last maybe two seconds, it really wasn't much of a kiss at all and he didn't understand why she had done it.
A second later she was off the couch and running off to her room. He had another drink and thought about what had just happened.
When he woke the next morning, his head was thumping, definitely the worst hangover he had ever had, and he couldn't remember most of the night.
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