Disclaimer: Yeah I still don't own anything... jeez that sounds depressing.

Hermione woke up her head was pounding in an unearthly matter. The sun was clearly seen high in the sky now and the noises from the lunch hour traffic could be heard all the way up in her creaky apartment. The noise of honking horns and the people working on the sidewalks right below her, in heart of downtown London, did not help her head. Everything in her sight seemed to be way too fuzzy. Stared up at the white ceiling of her apartment bedroom and groaned.

She'd gotten drunk.

Hermione Jane Granger blew off plans with people who were practically family to go to a club and get drunk.

"Why the hell did I do that?" she asked herself quietly.

She looked over to her alarm clock it read 2:06 PM. She had over slept. She had never slept past noon in her whole life. She sat up and wrapped the covers around her not wanting to escape there warmth. She was so tired that she didn't notice the clothes all over the floor. She slipped on her frog slippers and walked into the hallway. Her feet make a soft scraping sound on the hard wood floors. She about in the middle of the hallway when she smelt something cooking. Assuming Emma was trying to cook again and not wanting another disaster like before she hurried into the joined living room and kitchen. What she saw shocked her.

"Good morning, Love!"

There he was Draco Malfoy in nothing but a pair of black boxers cooking bacon and eggs on Hermione old rusted stove. So Hermione did the proper thing that anyone one do. She screamed... a lot.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!"

Draco not knowing what was going on quickly started screaming to, "Uh Ahh? Ahhhh?"

Hermione gave him a 'what's wrong with you!' look before quickly picking up a near by magazine and throwing it at him. She missed sourly and watched in horror as it landed straight into the flames. It quickly caught fire and engulfed the stove.

Hermione pointed behind the unknowing Draco and screamed some more. Draco made a what gesture with his hands before looking behind him and then looking back at Hermione trying not to laugh. He pulled out his wand calmly and cast the Aguamenti charm sending a jet of water on the stove to put out the fire.

After that was over Hermione just stared at Draco with the oddest look on her face finally she spoke.

"Why in the name of Merlin are you in my house cooking in my kitchen in only your bleeding boxers?" asked Hermione raising her voice to a high squeak.

Draco looked at her strangely for a moment trying to piece her question together. Suddenly his face changed to one of understanding.

"You don't remember last night do you?" he asked almost shyly.

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and realized something since she had woken up. A) She didn't remember a lot from last night B) There were clothes she had been wearing last night and what she remembered Draco wearing last night, all over the room and finally C) she was only wearing the covers from her bed.

She slowly opened her eyes and picked up her Victoria Secret bra of the lamp shade and then looked back up at Draco.

"We didn't... did we?" she asked quietly.

Draco nodded and grinned as he magic-ed the pan, eggs, and bacon away.

"And you don't regret it in the least do you?" Hermione asked as she picked up more of there clothes confused as to why he was grinning. Well she had an idea but she rather not think about that.

"No, I mean the drinks cleared our minds and made us realize the attraction between us that we had been denying even when we were friends as heads and-" he explained before she cut him off.

"No, no, no, no," stated Hermione firmly in a dark almost bitter voice stepping towards Draco until she was very close to him. What the hell was he thinking 'The drinks cleared out heads' who says that?

"No," she finished shoving his clothes in his arms, opening the door and starting to shove him out it until she saw who was standing just outside the door.

"Hermione!" yelled Harry.

"Harry! Ron!" yelled Hermione in disgust placing her nose a little higher in the air to show she was unaffected by their presence.

"Hermione!" yelled Ron in anger.

"Harry!" yelled Ron again gesturing to Hermione and Draco.

"Ron!" Harry replied with a look of murder in his famous green eyes.

"And Potty and Weasel now that we all know each other would you please excuse us as you can see we're a bit busy," drawled out Draco as he lazily tried to close the door on them both.

Hermione's face was now gaining in a blush mixed with angry red color knowing what it must now look like to Harry and Ron. Yep her in nothing but a bed cover and Draco in his boxers. Why she was surprised they hadn't fainted.

"Now, wait a minute, you get out of here to!" She yelled forcing his clothes into his hands again and shoving him out the door.

She pushed the door shut but to her detest she was out of luck, for there were three grown men pushing on the door to open. Damn. She reached across the kitchen counter for her wand and used it to cast a charm that sealed the door shut.

She could hear them pounding but the door didn't budge.

A grin creep to her face and she danced, "Go Hermione! Go Hermione! It's your birthday! It's your birthday!"

Suddenly there was a pop behind her and froze and then spun around to see Ron and Harry there arms crossed looking at her their eyes on fire.

"Ohh umm," she paused and gave a weak smile before grabbing a nearby calendar, "Opps wrong month!" she said before throwing it behind her where it landed in the trash.

They burst out yelling at her demanding an excuse. Hermione cringed before realizing that these people who she was still mad at were yelling at her when she should be the one yelling.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! NOW!" she yelled loudly, they turned silent.

"Now first why the hell are you here!"

"Well you didn't come to the train station or to Mrs. Weasley dinner! Everyone was worried sick! We thought that maybe you had been attacked or hurt so we came rushing here to find you shacked up with Malfoy!" yelled Harry, his face full of disgust.

"Yeah, Emma said you'd be right along but you were out all night! We were worried and then this morning we read the paper and are completely shocked! And I'm deeply hurt!" yelled Ron still as red as an apple.

"Wha- what's in the paper?" Hermione asked having no idea what they were talking about.

Harry looked around the living room for a moment before grabbing a newspaper off the coffee table and shoving it Hermione. Hermione looked down confused when she saw in huge blinking letters

HERO PARTIES WITH MALFOY HEIR

It has come to our attention that late last night, after her not showing up at Kingcross station at the promised time, that newly named Hero, Hermione Granger, was seen with Heir to the Malfoy fortune and Witch Weekly's Hottest Wizard Alive winner, Draco Malfoy. Our sources tell us that the pair were making out in their booth for most of the night before leaving together. More on page 5.

Beside this was a picture of Hermione and Draco in there booth at the club making out. Hermione was in his lap and they seemed to be in there own little world. Every once in a while they'd break apart for air and grin at each other and then wave at the reader.

Funny Hermione couldn't remember doing that.

At all.

Not able to look at this any longer she drifted to the couch and sat down her mind working. Harry whose face had now returned to its normal color sat down on the chair opposite her. Ron's face was still as red as all was pacing behind where Harry sat in the chair.

"I don't remember that...," she mumbled to herself but Ron heard it.

"I suppose you don't remember your commitment to me as well!" He yelled.

Hermione then snapped she shot straight out of her seat on the couch, "I have no commitment to either you or Harry! You both ruined that when you left me here while you to went off on your little adventure! I have a life all to myself now and it is really none of your business what I do-or who!"

"Oh really then why did you research for us whenever we need information? Huh?" snapped Ron.

"The only reason I helped you two was so Mrs. Weasley wouldn't have to cry over another dead son!"

"Oh, come on, Hermione let's not go through the dramatics! Just admit it! We have never been over!"

Hermione was silent, one of those silences that is so tense you hold your breath without even knowing it.

Hermione pointed towards the door and said in a deathly whisper, "Out."

Harry looked towards Hermione and then towards Ron. He stood and took Ron's arm, "Come on lets go," he said. Then with another pop they were gone.

Hermione took a deep breath and shook her head. All this yelling and drama had only added to her hangover headache. She calmly walked back into her room and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a simple huddy. She then walked back into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. She sat back down in the chair Harry and sat in only moments ago.

She looked toward the bookshelf raised her wand and said, "Accio Photo album!"

A big book came flying towards Hermione and landed gracefully in her open palm. She tucked her feet under her and opened the book. You could tell by looking at the book it hadn't been opened in a long time. Hermione blew the dust off it and brushed it off with her palm. She flipped threw pages of pictures until she came to the one of her's, Harry's and Ron's graduation.

She watched as her picture self hugged Harry in delight and then turned to kiss Ron while putting her arms around him. Harry looked happy on at his friend's lovey dovey moment. Hermione (in pic) was laughing with Ron about something. Suddenly they all looked up at Hermione (outside the pic) and waved during a group hug.

Hermione smiled bitterly at the picture before allowing herself to do something she rarely did.

She cried.

I'm getting major writers block with this story now there like so many places I can go that I can't pick. Review please and read my other stories!