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HPOV
'What!?' I asked ludicrously. Had he really said what I thought he had?
'I think I'm falling in love with you.' He repeated.
'You can't be serious?'
'I'm deadly serious.'
'I need to sit down. A stiff drink wouldn't go a miss either.'
'I didn't know you drank.'
'Under the current circumstances anything goes.'
'So are you saying we should stay here and get completely out-of-our-faces drunk?'
'I suggested no such a thing but should it happen by accident...then that is out of my control.'
'Well as Head Boy I'm using and abusing my power to say it can happen.'
'Abusing your powers? Tut tut tut Mr Malfoy.'
'And what're you going to do about it?'
'I haven't worked it out yet but you'll find out.'
'Let's just get something to drink alright?'
'Sure. What've you got?'
'Umm...firewhiskey, butterbeer, red currant rum, muggle vodka and I'm sure we could get the house elves to take us some more up if we want any.'
'I'll take firewhiskey.'
'Straight in at the deep end?'
'Just give me the damned drink Malfoy.' I growled.
'Someone's cranky.'
'I haven't exactly had the best day.'
'Here.' He passed me a shot of firewhiskey. I downed the entire thing in one and handed him the empty glass back. 'More?'
'Please.'
'I can make it all go away Hermione,'
'You know as little as three months ago I wouldn't have been caught dead in a room alone with you. But now...'
'You mean now that we've slept together,' he chuckled
'Why do people keep reminding me?'
'You say it like it's a bad thing.'
'It could be seen like that.'
'I don't see it like that.'
'Do you have to bring your feelings into everything?' I asked irritably.
'I have to keep bringing it up because you're not listening.'
'I don't want to hear it!' I screeched. The silence that followed made me feel terrible. Malfoy turned his back on me and his shoulders heaved as he took deep breaths. I placed my glass on the small table in front of the sofa and placed my hand on his arm.
'Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.' He shrugged my arm off and faced me.
'It's always about when things suit you Hermione. You can't have everything your way all the time. Things don't work like that.'
'This isn't about whatever suits me.'
'It's coming across like that. You realise that you've pissed a lot of people off?'
'Of course I know that. It wasn't intentional.'
'I still think I've gotten the better end of the deal.' He smirked.
'You're already two drinks down Malfoy, better catch up because I'm not drowning my sorrows alone.' He picked up the bottle of firewhiskey, brought it to his lips and glugged down at least five shots worth. All of this was done without breaking eye contact with me.
'Who's behind now?' he asked.
'Where did you learn to drink like that?'
'Slytherin House parties my friend.'
'I should have known.' I sat back down on the sofa and picked my drink back up.
'I think someone's put a spell on me.' He said as he jumped onto the seat next to me.
'Boy does alcohol go straight to your head or what?'
'No I am being serious here. It's like everything with us was accelerated.'
'Ok you're really being ridiculous now.' I said and took another mouthful of firewhiskey. The burning sensation that followed was never painful, a little uncomfortable yes but not unbearable.
'There's this pureblood thing right? Families used to use it generations ago to get their kids married quicker. Hardly anyone uses it anymore but I read about it once...in a book!'
'What was the book called?'
'Pureblood ancestry and traditions I think. It was one of the crappy books in our library at the manor.'
I groaned. 'Can't we forget about reality for one minute? Right now I'm trying to get drunk, not that it's working.'
'Hermione it's only just gone two in the afternoon, we've got all day.'
'Good point.' I moved closer and our lips crashed together and the moment was perfect. Neither of us were thinking straight, the alcohol in our bloodstream was acting like courage and it was letting us do what neither would have done in the present state of affairs.
'Hermione...' he whispered when we broke apart to breathe.
'Hmm?'
'I really think I'm falling in love with you.' As our foreheads pressed together I thought hard about it. Did I love him back? I agreed that things seemed...sped up but I was starting to feel woozy from the firewhiskey and my thoughts were starting to race around quicker. Then there was Ron who, up until about an hour and a half previously, had been my boyfriend and Ginny walking in on me and Malfoy this morning, Ron cheating on me with Lavender...
'I think I'm falling in love with you too Draco.' I whispered, so quietly I thought he hadn't heard it. I opened my eyes to see him smiling.
'That's all I needed to hear.' And our lips met again. Our hands were entwined on his lap and his other hand was on my neck, holding me securely in place.
'I need another drink Malfoy.' I said, gasping for breath with a hand on Malfoy's chest.
'You know after that last thing you said to me I think it's time you used my first name.' he laughed as he flicked his wand to refill my glass which had been forgotten about in the moment between us.
'Alright, Draco' I purred to him. My reply was a short chuckle which was followed by Draco rising from his seat to stand in front of the fire.
'I'm freezing.' He said as an explanation and I took it as an invitation to move to the floor, which was equally as comfortable but warmer.
One hour and two bottles of firewhiskey later we were incredibly...merry.
'...and the thing was that he kinda creeped me out. I mean whenever we saw him he always looked at me.'
'Sure it wasn't because he was in Azkaban for about twelve years and that's why he creeped you out?'
'No! He was a nice guy and everything but your best friends godfather shouldn't look at you, or act like he did, with you.' Draco choked on the butterbeer he was in the idle of sipping.
'He was Potter's godfather?'
'Yeah but you can't say anything! No one knows really.' Shit I was really becoming a terrible friend. I didn't really care; it wasn't as if Harry had been the best friend to e either.
'What did you mean the way he acted around you? Try to give you a lap dance?' he laughed.
'No! But there was this one incident. It did only happen once but still...'
'What was it?'
'We kissed under the mistletoe. It was really late at night and we never said a word about it afterwards but he kept looking at me after that.'
'That explains everything you just said.'
'Harry doesn't know and I intend to keep it that way.' I hiccupped.
'Oh fuck, we've got a prefects meeting in ten minutes!' Draco said after gazing at the clock. I looked up too to see that the clock read about three twenty in the afternoon.
'There is no way I am going to be sober enough for this meeting Draco.' I whined.
'We'll have to arrive separately anyway.' It was completely unfair that he was a lot more sober than I was.
'How come you don't seem as drunk as me?'
'Apparently you're not used to drinking as much as this. Come on, time we got moving.'
'We need a game plan for this meeting.' I said with mock seriousness which I then followed up with a drunken giggle.
'Well we'll leave here and you'll go on ahead and I'll meet you at the meeting. Once we're both at the meeting and all the prefects have arrived I'll lead the meeting. It's basically us checking that everyone's getting on ok. Then we'll ask if anyone from the seventh year prefects wants to be on the organising committee for the Christmas Ball. Then we'll try and wrap things up so we can leave again.'
'I think I'll have to address you as Malfoy.' I hissed even though no one else was around.
'I think that's a good idea Hermione.'
'Meet you here afterwards?'
'You go back to our common room and I'll get us some more to drink. I have a feeling you'll need it after dinner.'
'That doesn't sound good.'
'Just looking out for you. Now you need to get going, I'll wait a couple of minutes and then follow along. See you there.'
'No kiss goodbye?' I whinged. I always sounded so desperate when I was drunk, part of the reason I never usually drank much at Gryffindor parties.
'Come here then.' He pulled me close and steadied me. There was no way I could pass for sober at the meeting. Our lips touched gently and I pulled back, not wanting to get too distracted.
'I'll meet you there then?'
'Go or you'll be late!' I laughed hysterically as I left the room of requirement and down the seventh floor corridor. It really annoyed me that in my mind I was fine and completely aware of everything but the messages were getting muddled up as I communicated and things.
Upon entering the classroom we'd been given for the meeting I noticed that I definitely wasn't last to arrive. All of the sixth year prefects were there along with most of the seventh year prefects. I noticed that Ron was amongst the missing seventh years.
'Are you alright Hermione? You look a little... out of it.' I looked to the left where Hanna Abbott was sat on one of the desks. I'd always liked Hannah and we'd gotten on pretty well when we studied together in the library so I thought it safe to call her a friend.
'I'm just peachy.' I smiled and took my seat at the front of the classroom facing everyone.
'Does anyone know how long everyone else will be?' I said with a slight slur.
'Parvati can't come because she's feeling ill.' Padma Patil spoke up from near Hannah.
'Sorry I'm late.' The door had swung open and Ron had entered. His face was red, especially around the eyes. Had he been crying? As reality came smashing down on me I sobered a little and only prayed that the meeting was quick.
'Let's get this over with as quickly as possible everyone; I don't think anyone wants to be in a classroom on a Saturday for longer than possible.' Draco sat on the desk next to mine and hadn't so much as made eye contact.
'You're in public Mione.' I thought to myself.
'Has anyone got any problems with the patrol rota or patrolling partners?'
'I'd like to change.' It was Ron's voice from the back of the room.
'That doesn't surprise me.' I muttered.
'Would anyone else like to swap partners with Weasley? Who's he with?' he looked at his rota, 'Ah Granger. Well we wouldn't want an awkward situation with the team.' He chuckled.
'We'll swap.' Hannah and Ernie Macmillan said loudly.
'Thanks.' Draco smiled, to Hannah more than Ernie. 'That puts Ernie with Weasley and Hannah with Granger.'
'Next item.' I prompted.
'Any problems with authority?'
'How much power have we got?' One of the sixth year boys asked. He looked quite tall and his fair hair was gleaming in the light that streamed through the window.
'Prefects can dock points, confiscate items and....and...restrain, no refer! Students to teachers.' My head was spinning as I tried to remember the rules.
'You can recommend detention to a teacher if you think it's worth it but only Head Boy and Girl are allowed to give out detentions themselves. Anything else?'
'What's happening for the Christmas ball?'
'We were just about to,' I was interrupted by yet another of my hiccups, 'discuss that with you. Basically we wanted to know if any of the seventh years would like to be on the committee. Anyone?' immediately all six hands shot up. 'Perfect, we now have our organising committee.'
'I think that's everything. Unless Granger has anything else she'd like to say. Next meeting will be in two weeks and we'll send out word about the Christmas Ball.' I let out a hysterical laugh and covered my mouth before erupting into fits of drunken giggles. I looked up to see everyone in the room staring at me before making their excuses and leaving.
'Are you drunk Hermione?' Ron had marched up once everyone apart from Draco had left and grabbed my shoulders.
'Not drunk Ronald! Just a little...merry.' I looked over at Draco who smiled back at me.
'This is his doing isn't it? You stay the fuck away from her!' Ron had pulled his wand out from his robes and was aiming it at Draco whilst holding my shoulder.
'Actually it was Hermione who suggested the idea. I've had equally as much to drink but I can handle my alcohol a little better.'
'You still stay away from her. She's not been thinking straight and you won't help her at all.'
'Why is it, that all of my "friends" keep telling Draco that when clearly I know what's best for me.'
'I think I should take you back to Gryffindor tower so you can sleep this off.'
'Piss off Ron.' I stood up, fixed my shirt and left the classroom, not wanting to put up with Ron for a minute longer and I strode down the corridor towards the main staircase and then finally to the Heads Common room.
Chapter 12. let me know what you think of it. Hermione and Sirius kissed, Draco gave us all a clue to what's happening and there was the prefects meeting. Tell me your favourite part of the chapter and I promise I'll give you some answers in the next chapter. R&R!
Li x
