A/N PLEASE READ** : First off I'd like to state I see that I have some viewers from the UK which I am nowhere near. So... I guess I'd like to ask any readers not to be offended or put off by the way I make the characters word certain things. Secondly, I'm writing these chapters kind of in one go then uploading, and i'm not really putting much thought into the process. Like the readers, I'm not even sure where this story is going. That being said I may make some adjustments or delete and rewrite chapters entirely. So I will be giving those updates through these notes at the beginning of each chapter so please look out for those. Lastly, I would very much appreciate some feedback on this story. It's my first, I'm inexperienced, I doubt every word I produce. I may finish to the end or I may scrap the whole thing depending on feedback I receive. After all what's the point of writing stories for people to read that they won't enjoy? That said, thanks for reading.

Draco was stirred awake by a gentle hand shaking his shoulder. He lazily opened his eyes and was slightly surprised to see a pair staring back at him. She lifted a corner of her mouth in a smirk and he looked back in surprise. She gave ha small chuckle and leaned close to him. Try as he might he could not bring himself to make any movement. He just sat there transfixed byu those eyes. She gave him then a sultry look and moved closer to him. He automatically lifted a hand and brought it to run through her smooth curls. She brought herself coyly onto his lap, her hands finding their way around his neck and she breathed into his ear.

"Draco."

He shivered with excitement. his heart was beating faster and faster. Unable to take it, he put his hands firmly to her back and brought her to him. She allowed herself to be pulled forward willingly and moved her hands to grasp at the neck of his robes, as she shut his eyes. THen her lips were upon his. Smooth and warm.

"Malfoy?"

His eyes fluttered open. She was gone. He turned to his left and saw Hermione standing in front of his desk, giving him an odd look. "Honestly, have you been asleep all this time? How could you sleep a whole day after just waking up in the morning?"she rolled her eyes, walking back to her desk. "It's nearly eleven. You're free to go." Draco looked back at the clock with surprise to see it was indeed past his time to go. He stood with a stretch and gathered his things. Hermione had now collected her belongings and was at the door. "Now you are aware that tomorrow is the weened." She said slowly, "You won't have to come in."

Slightly annoyed Draco snapped back. "Of course I do." She seemed to have remembered something and moved towards him. He flushed unintentionally as he recalled his dream and coughed to the side, but she was moving past him and retrieved a file from her desk. She walked back to the door. "I guess I'll see you on Monday then."

"U-uh... Right." he stammered. After shooting him one last look, she was gone. He stood awhile looking after her. What in the world has just happened. He moved to her desk and leaned against it. The details of his dream rushing back to him. He put his hands to his head tightly and cringed. There's no way in hell. No way in bloody hell I would wish to have Granger. The know-it-all prat. He found himself fingering a card from her desk and absentmindedly slipped it into his pocket. He needed to get out of here. Get Her out of here. Out of his thoughts. He decided he needed company. Blaise had been meaning to introduce him to a new club.

He found himself two hours later sitting at a table with Blaise under dim blue lights, and very very drunk. Blaise nudged him. "Oi, I think she's looking to you." he nodded in the direction of a very attractive woman. She was tall and shapely. With a strapless black dress that barely covered her behind. She was leaning against a counter and when he made eye contact she smiled and moved towards him. Blaise gave his a sly grin and with a light slap on the back he was gone. Draco welcomed the much needed distraction but was feeling a bit ill from all the drinks. He managed a smile for the girl as she slid in next to him. His eyes were pulled down quickly towards her spilling cleavage and he didn't notice when she spoke to him. The woman grabbed his chin playfully and brought him to face her. "What?" he asked dumbly. She laughed loudly and kissed him. He shut his eyes and allowed her to lean into him. He still didn't particularly enjoy Granger's presence but in this moment he could live with it. Wait a minute. Granger?! His eyes flew open and he pushed the stranger away. Without giving an explanation he stumbled away and found his way out the door into the cold air outside. What was that? What was happening to him? He made a mental note not to drink after meeting with the prat as his mind obviously enjoyed playing tricks on him. He stumbled around until he found himself at a pier. He sat down on the wooden planks and leaned against the rail looking out at the water, every second losing more control of his thoughts as the effects of the alcohol took over.

Hermione was roused awake by the noise at her window. She gave a muffled scream of annoyance into her pillow and finally dragged herself out of bed when she realized the thing wasn't going away. She went to the window and saw a small gray owl. She groaned and let the creature in long enough to untie the letter before shooing it away. She had worked later than usual that day and after parting from Malfoy she had run into an angry looking Ron, who had pulled her outside and yelled at her in the cold. He had demanded to know why she hadn't contacted him when she got off work and just what was taking her so long to apologize. She was exhausted and he reeked of alcohol. She argued with him trying to get him to see reason and to see that he was drunk for a while. When she finally returned to her flat it was well past midnight. She glanced at the clock. 4:17 AM. Annoyance welled up in her chest as she unfurled the paper and stared. It was a flyer. To a club? She was about to toss the paper away when her eyes caught on a single word scrawled on the back.

Outside.

What on earth? She wondered. She shook herself awake. Who would send me an owl at this hour? She reasoned it must be Ron. out clubbing after their argument and now in need of her assistance. She considered leaving him to suffer alone, but he conscience wouldn't allow it. SHe sighed as she pulled on her jacket and muttered a warming charm. She apparated to the area listed on the flyer.