In her common room, Hermione was getting ready to leave for the Gryffindor party. She promised to smuggle some of the head's alcohol so they would have something a bit stronger than Butterbeer. "Granger, I'm- what are you doing?" came the perplexed and slightly amused voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione was experimenting with extension charms on the tiny pockets in her jeans, and had so far managed to fit three bottles of Ogden's Firewhisky in them, and was in the act of stashing a fourth. Hermione looked at him, arms crossed. "I'll replace them later" she told him. But Draco was still coming to the concept that yes, the head girl and renowned Gryffindor golden girl was smuggling alcohol to a party. He showed his award-winning smirk to Hermione "Hogwarts' model student sneaking alcohol to a party. I can't wait to see you drunk." Hermione felt her cheeks heat up and she huffed. "Don't worry Granger. I won't tell. As long as you keep quiet that I've already sent a couple of bottles down to the Slytherin common room" He winked and walked out the door, leaving Hermione a little flustered.
On her walk to the Room of Requirement, Hermione began to evaluate their friendship. If this had been this time last year, Draco would have gone running to Snape, saying about an illegal Gryffindor party, but now he really didn't care. In fact, he was going to a party of his own. He definitely had changed for the better. He was tolerable, maybe even likeable. He was smart, witty and cunning; a textbook Slytherin. Well, almost. He was also kind, although he would object it whenever Hermione pointed it out. He cooked pretty well, and definitely enjoyed singing in the shower.
Her musings brought her to the seventh floor corridor, where she saw the Patil twins supposedly gossiping. "Hermione, you made it!" said Padma. "Some people thought you weren't coming" followed Parvati. Hermione laughed. "Well I proved them wrong! Are you two on lookout?" They both nodded. "Yup. We're expecting a few more people, but then we get to join in too!" Padma squealed. They told Hermione how to get in, and she paced over the stone wall three times, thinking "I need the Gryffindor party." The old wooden doors appeared and she went inside.
A/N
Thank you for being so patient! Okay, I know it super late I'm sorry :'( Life caught up with me, exams, meetings and I've started a new summer job. But here it is! It's a bit short, but it feels right to leave it there, ya know? I'm just getting to the good part! I'll try super hard to get the next chapter up on Sunday
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