A/N: Yes. I know I wrote that College AU would be next but here's this one instead. Some fics just get written faster than others. Please Review! You can also suggest what AU you want to see next! :)
Prompt: Drunk Dialing AU!
Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.
Draco Malfoy hated being woken up. It didn't matter if it was the middle of the night or in the afternoon. He just hated being woken up from his precious sleep. What made matters worse was that he was a light-sleeper. Any sudden noise or movement startled him. It was probably the side effects of having gone through a War. That being said he hexed anyone who did wake him up. Whoever the guilty party was it didn't matter. So be assured that when the phone rang at 2:00 in the morning, he was pissed. He reached with his right hand to wake Hermione up. When he felt nothing but cold space, he cursed softly. He had forgotten all about Hermione's trip to France for Ministry business. The phone continued ringing.
Draco got up groggily, and practically snarled into the phone, "Who is it?"
A high pitched giggle sounded loudly. "Oh! I forgot you would be sleeping!"
Draco winced as more laughter ensued. He hadn't quite gotten used to telephones yet. It was weird being able to hear someone far away in your ear. "Excuse me?"
"Ha! It's me! Hermione," slurred a feminine drunk voice. "I'm afraid I got a little tipsy!"
Draco lay back on the bed in a huff. Hermione was the only person who could wake him up and got cursed. "You're more than tipsy, Granger."
Hermione's laughed once more. "I am not! Only slightly!" This would have been more believable if it wasn't garbled.
Draco raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Why are you drinking?"
Hermione laughed, hiccuping. "Because of the-hic-deal, silly!"
Draco sighed, rolling over on his side. "What deal?"
"Oh, about the-hic-thingy!" she screamed incoherently.
Draco rubbed his temples. "Mmm."
"Oi, Draco," Hermione whispered, "read me a book."
"What?" he asked. Clearly drunk Hermione was out of her mind.
"A-hic-book!" she repeated. "Your-hic-voice is soooothing!"
Draco sighed, reaching into his night drawer, pulling out a book. "Okay."
He hoped Hermione would remember this when she was sober. The things Draco did for love. He read on until he heard peaceful snoring on the other end of the telephone. He shook his head, a small smile playing lazily on his lips, as he closed the book. "Goodnight Hermione."