A/N: You should probably get the picture by now, I don't own Harry Potter.

"Oh Draco! I told you not to get Firewhisky!" Hermione hissed, frowning.

"Crabbe and Goyle couldn't make it," Draco slurred, collapsing on the sofa.

"So you got Firewhisky instead," Hermione said, folding her arms.

"Yep!" Malfoy said cheerily.

Hermione stormed over and scowled at him.

"I told you not to get drunk! Blaise has just gone to bed!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Hermioninny," he apologized, pouting.

"You'd better be," Hermione replied, still scowling.

Malfoy clumsily got to his feet and flung his arms around her, attempting a hug. Hermione felt her skin tingle as he held her, and then he crashed down onto the floor, taking her with him.

"Get off me," she squealed, wriggling out from underneath Malfoy. "C'mon, I suppose I'd better get you into bed too."

Hermione stood up and grabbed one of Malfoy's arms, pulling him to his knees. She dragged him to his bedroom as he sang "God Bless Ye, Merry Hippogriffs" at the top of his voice. By the time he was on the third verse, and forgetting a few of the lines, she had managed to pull one arm out of his shirt, and was trying to do the other one. She was trying not to notice his muscles on his chest and his shoulders rippling under his skin whenever he threw his arms out to put emphasis on a line of "Oh Come All Ye Faithful".

"Sit still, Draco!" Hermione said, smiling beside herself as Malfoy instantly became statue-like, with one arm flung out and only his eyes moving.

She managed to wrestle the other sleeve off his arm. She told him he could move again and he instantly stood up and leapt onto the bed, bouncing around like a toddler. Hermione clambered onto the bed too, grabbing Malfoy and pressing a finger to her lips. He copied her and she pulled him into sitting on the duvet.

"Now, can you get your trousers off?" Hermione asked, her heart rushing at the thought of trying to remove his trousers herself.

"I think I can," Malfoy replied, fiddling with his belt.

After quite a while, Malfoy managed to get his trousers down to his ankles and attempted to stand up, but fell face-forward as he took a stride towards the wardrobe. Hermione sighed and pulled him back onto the bed. She hooked his trousers from his ankles and he collapsed onto his back on the bed.

"I love you, Hermit-oh-knee," he said, slurring yet again.

"What?" Hermione span around to ask him to repeat it, but he was already asleep, hanging dangerously near the edge of the bed.

Hermione turned him onto his back and pulled his covers over him.

"I love you too, Draco," Hermione said, sighing.

She brushed his hair off his face and kissed his forehead before switching the light off and shutting his door. She went back to her room and fell onto her own bed with a sigh.

"Why am I even worrying myself about this?" she questioned the ceiling. "He's a Slytherin, and I don't even know why I like him. He only said he loved me because he was drunk."

She rolled onto her side and fell asleep, still fully clothed. She felt a small pressure on her back, probably the duvet, and wished it was Malfoy.

The Next Morning

Hermione was woken by a loud knock on her door.

"Mummy!" Blaise's voice wailed from the other side. "Mummy it's morning now! You have to get up!"

"I'm up, I'm up," she said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Blaise clambered through the door and hurtled to her side.

"I finished my picture!" he said proudly, pushing his paper into her hands.

It was the same pink blobs, one with brown curls, one with yellow zigzags, but they were a lot closer together and seemed to have tentacles around each other. There was a big red curve on each of them, and it looked like they were beaming.

"It's brilliant, Blaise," she said, smiling kindly at him. "I'll show it to daddy when he gets up because he'll probably want to put it in a frame."

Blaise didn't say anything but grinned at her. She laughed lightly and stood up, wandering to the kitchen. Blaise followed her. She boiled the kettle, the old Muggle way, as most appliances in their house were Muggle. She then made herself coffee and made Blaise a hot-chocolate. They sat at the dining room table and sipped until Malfoy drifted from his room.

"Daddy!" Blaise said, leaping from his seat and rushing over to Malfoy.

"Not too loud, Blaise," Malfoy said, clapping a hand to his head.

"Rough night?" Hermione asked, smiling knowingly to herself.

"You could say that, yeah," Malfoy replied, staggering over.

He was staggering because Blaise had clamped himself to his leg.

"What are you smiling at?" Malfoy asked, sitting down.

"Nothing," Hermione replied. "I have a potion around here somewhere for hangovers, I'll get it."

"What's a hangover?" Blaise asked, reappearing in his seat.

"It's a thing grownups get after they've had too much to drink," Hermione said kindly, standing up.

"Has daddy got one?" Blaise asked, looking over at Malfoy.

"Yeah, daddy's got one," Malfoy replied, letting his head hit the table.

Hermione went and found a little bottle of green potion. She handed it silently to Malfoy and he drank it down gratefully.

"Thanks, Hermione," he said, handing her the empty bottle.

"My pleasure," she replied, quoting him.

Blaise had gotten bored and gone to his room to play "Evil Pig Kills The Fire Engine" and left Hermione and Malfoy alone.

"So did I say anything stupid last night?" Malfoy asked, feeling his headache start to go.

"Well," Hermione said, biting her lip.

"Tell me," Malfoy said, narrowing his eyes.

"It's a bit stupid, but, well, you," Hermione gabbled, looking at her feet.

"What is it, woman?" Malfoy asked.

"You told me you loved me," Hermione said, sighing.

"Oh brilliant," Malfoy groaned, leaning back in his seat.

"That's exactly what I thought, I mean, you were drunk and you can't have meant it," Hermione said quickly, trying to will the blush that was creeping over her face away.

"I must have been out of my head to let that slip," Malfoy mumbled. "I wasn't planning on telling you yet."

"As I said you were very, very drunk and…" Hermione paused, registering what he had just said. "Did you say you weren't planning on telling me yet?"

"No, I didn't, shut up," Malfoy said, quickly, realising what he had said.

He stood up abruptly and rushed to his room. He slammed the door and then collapsed onto his unmade bed. As he lay sulking at his own stupidity, the picture of him and Hermione smiled down at him, waving occasionally, but never separating from each others arms. At some point, he must have fallen asleep, because his mind was soon riddled with dreams of him and Hermione on a remote desert island. The beginning of the dream repeated itself, but the ending was always different. She turned into a dragon and he had to get past her. Their island was washed away by a tidal wave and they were fighting for survival in the icy waters. The palm trees developed arms and tried to grab at them, chasing them all over the island. He was then woken with a loud shriek.

"Blaise, please, get in the bath!" Hermione's voice echoed around the silent house.

Malfoy stretched and stood up. He'd have to go and help; it was his role as father. He went into the bathroom and saw Hermione soaking wet, wrestling a very naked Blaise into the bath.

"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes please," Hermione replied, glancing around at him.

Malfoy strode forwards and took Blaise by a wrist. Hermione too his other wrist and together they pinned him to the bottom of the bath. Hermione quickly scrubbed him and then they lifted him out. Malfoy wrapped him in a towel and carried him to his bedroom, Hermione following him.

"Thanks for helping out," Hermione said, as she picked out a top for Blaise.

"My pleasure," Malfoy replied, looking round at her, smirking.

"Blaise, it's time for bed," Hermione said, pulling his top over his head.

"But I'm not tired!" Blaise replied, stifling a yawn.

"Sounds like you are, little man," Malfoy said, hooking Blaise under his arms and lifting him up above his head.

Blaise squealed and giggled as Malfoy dropped him onto his bed. Hermione smiled and tucked Blaise in, while Malfoy drew the curtains at the window.

"Goodnight, Blaise," Hermione said, stroking his hair off his forehead.

"Goodnight, mummy. Goodnight, daddy," Blaise replied, closing his eyes.

Malfoy and Hermione tiptoed out of the room and quietly pulled the door shut. Malfoy glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye but quickly looked away when she looked round at him.

"I think I might turn in early," Hermione said, smiling sheepishly up at him.

"I'm going to stay up a bit longer," Malfoy replied, nodding slowly.

Hermione smiled again and went into her room. Once her door was shut, Malfoy hit his head against the wall.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he muttered to himself.