Draco Malfoy is drunk. Terribly drunk. And he is one step away from grabbing his cellular phone, call Hermione, and tell her how much he loves her.
He eyed the gadget, suddenly annoyed by it.
Why on earth does he like that annoying friend of Potter? There are a lot of girls aiming for him, trying so hard to get even the slightest bit of his attention, so why did he end up falling in love with the only girl who hated his guts?
There's nothing special about her though. She's brilliant, intelligent, beautiful, cute, sexy, gorgeous...
Oh, wait.
Alright, everything's special about her.
She's literally perfect.
But he's perfect too, right? Draco thinks they are meant for each other.
So why doesn't she sees it?!
Draco gulped down the remaining beer, grabbed his phone and headed towards his room. He won't let the alcohol take over his mind and regret anything he'll do in the morning, so might as well sleep now before everything is still in contact.
He was starting to enter dreamland when he felt his phone vibrated on his bedside table. He growled annoyingly and snatched his phone, not looking at the caller ID. "What?!"
"D-draco. H-hey Draco Malfooooyy~" Someone said in the other line. A female voice. And a very familiar one. "Hey Draco, *hik* it's meee!"
Draco suddenly got up from the bed, all the sleepiness disappeared. "Granger?"
"Y-yesh! It's... uh. It's meee!"
"Are you drunk?!" He couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger is drunk?
"I um... no I'm not!" She laughed loudly and continued talking unintelligibly.
By this time, Draco was already on his way out and ready to find her. He felt so worried that his stomach felt sick. All of the alcohol earlier disappeared in his system. "Where are you? Are you alone? Where's Potter and Weasley?! Don't you dare move an inch and stay where-"
"Hey Draco."
"What?"
"Hmm. *hik* I think I... I like you."
This time, Draco did throw up.
this one's my favorite so far. lol.