One Shot: Firewhiskey Truths

A/N: This isn't my best writing (I wrote this a year ago before I stared trying to improve my writing, however after I update all my old chapters my new updates will have better writing quality.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter™ used in this one shot DO NOT belong to me they belong to J K Rowling.

Hermione Granger sat up with her history of magic book open. Stifling a yawn, Hermione looked back for her place. She had lost it. Time to reread the whole chapter again. "Goblin Riots of 221Bc." Sighing she began to read again. "The Goblin Riots of 221Bc began-" another yawn interrupted her reading. It was only eleven pm. Adding up quickly Hermione worked out that she had thirty minutes to sleep before she would need to do the dreaded task of joining Malfoy and walking around the Hogwarts castle. Letting one last yawn out she let sleep over take her body.

Shouting and banging woke up Hermione. "Hurry up you mudblood!" It was Malfoy. "Hurry the fuck up!" He called again. Rolling over Hermione looked at her clock, but not reading the time. Closing her eyes again Hermione heard the door unlock. "Are you a head girl or not?" Malfoy spat. "Ahh look good girl Granger!" Hermione hoped of her bed an looking at the time, five passed twelve.

"Shut up," she mumbled. "Now get out of my room." Hermione grabbed her wand of the bedside table and continued on out to the common room. "Let's go."

The pair walked out of the heads common room. "Do we have to sick together?" Draco moaned.

"I am afraid so McGonagall's instructions." They continued the silent conversation all the way to the room if requirements. "You going in?"

"Yeah, you?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sure."

"Breaking news goody to shoes Granger isn't following a rule."

"You know I have broken rules before right." He smirked at her.

"Not with the enemy, so you are still a goody to shoes."

"Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught." Hermione had just now realised what the room of requirements had turned itself into. Studying each bit of the room Hermione noticed a king bed, two love seats and a fridge. "I bag the bed!" She yelled and tried to make her way to it. But Malfoy pushed her into one of the seats and jumped on to the bed.

"Be a great help Granger and bring something from the fridge to me." He ordered her. However Hermione had already fallen asleep on the couch. Sighing Draco got up to inspect the fridge. "Ahh," he sounded happy as he pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey. Walking over to the other seat he looked at Hermione while opening the drink. He flicked the bottle cap towards the only light in the room. It didn't miss and made a huge clatter when it finally hit the floor. The noise didn't disturb the brunette. Draco found him self starring helplessly at Hermione's face. It was then he realised that if she wasn't a Gryffindor or a muggle born he would date her. Marry her even. "Pull your head out of the gutter Malfoy ," he mumbled to himself.

After his fifth bottle of firewhiskey he watched as Hermione began to stir. She was now fully awake and staring right back into his eyes. "You look terrible," Hermione spoke sleepily.

"I would say the same to you but a good sleep does you well." Crap! Did he just say this. Draco wasn't sure if it was the firewhiskey talking or his own personal opinion talking. Maybe it was both.

"U- umm thanks." Hermione looked at him startled. "What's the time?"

"One am. Our shift finished at least." Draco slurred. Hermione placed her feet on the ground. Should she help him? Take the drink of him? Or leave him? Letting her good nature take over she tippy toed over to him. She didn't want a bottle to come flying at her head.

"I think you have had enough," her hand accidentally slimed over his as she grabbed the bottle. Before she could grab it he let it crash to the floor missing her feet.

"You think," he was still slurring. His hand pointed to a small pile of empty bottles.

"Time to get you to the common room, can you walk?" Hermione stood back as he tried to walk. He could stand, well sway. But waking would be impossible. "Okay then," Hermione walked to his side and stepped under one of his arms. "Let's get you back to the common room." She placed one hand around his back and the other over his hand that was around her neck. She had to admit his touch felt warm.

As the portrait hole closed behind them Hermione walked with a staggering Draco to a chair. Letting him fall down on it she lent back into the only other chair in the room. "What made you drink that much?" She rubbed the small of her back. Having a six foot person leave against you was painful.

"No reason-" he thought for a bit. "Has anyone told you how pretty you are?" Hermione felt a small blush appear on her cheeks. "Especially when you blush. I want you to know," he began, "all then horrible things I said to you through out the years. I am sorry. I didn't know how hurtful it was and I was trying to impress my father." Hermione looked at Draco.

"Let's get you to bed, you are starting to say stuff you don't mean."

"I do mean it." He whispered harshly to her.

"No you don't."

"Did anyone ever tell you that when your drunk you tend to say stuff that has been locked inside of you for years." Hermione was back underneath the weight of his arm.

"No..."

"Well they do,"

She placed him on his bed. "There," she smiled. "Have a nice sleep." She watched as Draco lifted up her hands to his lips. His smooth lips felt so nice against her skin.

"Night Granger," he let her hands go and he fell back into his bed snoring. Laughing slightly she lent in and kissed his head.

"Night Malfoy."